Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Yuigahama Yui was biting the tip of her pen and staring at the test paper with a frown. There are already a lot of drafts written on the manuscript paper that have nothing to do with the topic, and I still have no way to start with the second question.

The girl cursed the school in her heart. Taking exams in the second week of school was simply anti-human. Since you want us to have a sports festival, don't take the exam at this time. It's really disappointing. There are exams every day. Will a fool become smart because of exams?

I was irritated and wanted to raise my hand to scratch my head, but as soon as I raised my hand, I remembered that the hairstyle on my head took 20 minutes of hard work in the morning. I reduced the intensity and used my index finger to gently rub it. He scratched his hair.

Last week, she was busy making friends. The biggest activity every day in class was to think about the relationship between the classmates, trying to figure out her suitable position in the class, and how to make friends with her classmates. After finally spending a week, I had my own place in both Miura Yuko's circle and Hojo Kyosuke's circle, but suddenly there was such a bolt from the blue.

Although girls who are stupid are indeed cute, but I heard from Glass and Sakura that Hojo-san is surrounded by smart people, so if his grades are too poor, he will be disliked, eh...

Even though I didn't know how to do it originally, my brain was still thinking hard, but now it has completely deviated from the course.

The girl bit her pen harder and harder, lowering her head in distress. But suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure walking past the table.

The exam has just started and you have to go to the toilet? Yuigahama thought this, and then she realized something was wrong. The person who walked over was wearing pants instead of a skirt. Her brain, which was not very bright, worked extremely well at this moment. Before she even raised her head, she instantly analyzed that the person walking past was Hojo Kyosuke.

Because that's the only boy behind her!

It is a basic skill to write down the seats of your friends, otherwise you will not be able to react and respond immediately when Yumeko and others behind you talk to you.

After all, if Yuiko on the rear left wants to whisper to herself, but if the voice is too soft and she doesn't hear it, wouldn't it be terrible?

Somewhat humble, carefully maintaining the stability of the "friends" circle, this is Yuigahama Yui's way of survival.

Of course, now is not the time to worry about that thing. If Hojo-san needs to go to the toilet, it will definitely not be because of nervousness...

Wait, why is he holding a test paper in his hand? ?

Etc., etc! Why did you put the test papers on the desk? !

Could it be...! ?

Yuigahama Yui raised her head and lowered her head at a very fast speed, looking up and down, her eyes looking back and forth, looking at the test paper that she had only completed one question, and then at Hojo Kyousuke who had finished bowing to the teacher in front of the classroom.

Hojo-san...has he finished it? ?

The girl's pink eyes suddenly widened, and she kept staring at the tall and handsome figure. When he walked out of the classroom, she turned to look at the seat at the back right of the classroom, as if to confirm whether what she saw was an illusion. .

In the process of turning his head, Yuigahama found that there were many people who behaved the same way as him. No, it should be said that the whole class, except for Glass and Sakura, as well as the few boys who followed Hojo from Tojo Middle School to Sobu High, were all as shocked as he was.

Everyone opened their mouths and widened their eyes as they looked at Hojo-san's seat.

"ba ke mo no (monster)!"

The voice came from the row near the door. Although he felt that it was a bit rude to call a perfect handsome guy like Hojo-san who couldn't pick any blind spots a monster, Yuigahama nodded in agreement.

Ever since the beginning of school, no, since middle school, I have heard some legends about Hojo-san. For example, "Weekly Bunshun" mentioned that he not only caused a storm of destruction in the field of literature, but also was a classless overlord as a student of his profession.

Although I saw that even the University of Tokyo had made a special offer to recruit him, and I followed my friends around me and exclaimed "Sokuichi", I still had no real sense of the weight represented by the name Hojo Kyosuke.

Now, looking at the test paper that she had only completed one question, Yuigahama Yui finally knew what a classless overlord was. Although she considers herself a cute and stupid high school girl, she got into Sobu High School with high scores!

"What a monster..." the girl sighed in a low voice.

She glanced at the back door of the classroom, trying to see the figure passing by the back door of the classroom. But alas, there was nothing. Sighing and scratching her head in resignation, the girl lowered her head and continued to fight the problem.

Yamauchi Sakura took in the reactions of her classmates, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, supported her chin with her left hand, and looked at the small glass window of the back door. There was a hand waving slightly to her outside.

Because it is a small test, I only use the morning reading time, which is half an hour from 8 to 8:30. If the teacher wants to be more formal and give a complete test paper, he will choose to attend the first class. Make up enough time for one hour. Of course, this specifically refers to mathematics.

Tetsuta Kisaki was the second to hand in the paper, and it was only fifteen minutes before the exam started. After experiencing the shock of Hojo Kyosuke, the only thing in the minds of the students was "As expected of Hojo-san, even his subordinates are so powerful", or "Such a powerful subordinate" , only Hojo-san can control it.”

After leaving the classroom, Hojo Kyousuke walked directly to the rooftop of the teaching building. He had the only snack made by Mitsuha yesterday in his pocket. He originally planned to use it to replenish energy after the second class, but now it is better to enjoy it. good.

In particular, the roof of the building is made of pure cement, and the overall look is dusty. The teaching building is slightly different. Although it is not as exaggerated as laying floor tiles, the ground is also painted with brown-gray paint, and the corners of the guardrails are also painted with a strip of blue paint, which makes people feel comfortable.

Next to the rooftop exit is the fresh air unit of the central air conditioner, but it is not running now, allowing Hojo Kyosuke to enjoy the meal in peace.

When he came to the guardrail, the concrete part only reached his waist, but the school installed another metal guardrail on top.

Put your hands on the guardrail and slowly open the rice balls wrapped in plastic wrap. Ah, yes, rice balls, and the simplest plum rice balls. It's a bit uglier than the ones sold in convenience stores, but the plums inside are pickled by Mitsuha Miyamizu herself, and the rice balls are shaped bit by bit with her little hands.

On the rooftop, even if you are not the protagonist, the light and wind of nature will care for everyone equally.

Hojo Kyosuke's hair is relatively short, so it cannot be blown by the wind. Only the plastic wrap of the rice ball in his hand is trembling slightly.

On the sports field to the left of the teaching building, there were two students running wildly with footballs in their arms, followed by a teacher who was shouting something. As expected, it was the football club members and the teaching director who wanted to practice more.

A similar situation happens every morning. Sometimes it's the football club, sometimes it's the baseball club, and occasionally there are members of the music club who stay in the special building and practice silently in the empty building, creating another campus legend.

Youth...

Hojo Kyosuke was thinking randomly while looking at the campus below. If the first class hadn't been about Xueye's ancient prose, he would have really wanted to sleep here. Although skipping classes to sleep seems a bit wasteful, isn't there a saying that all the time you are willing to waste is not a waste. After all, sleeping is for good health.

"Hojo."

Another person walked onto the rooftop.

"Xisaki, why did you hand in the paper?"

Hojo Kyosuke turned around and leaned against the guardrail to say hello.

"Didn't you also hand in the paper? You're still so exaggerated."

Tetsuta Kisaki walked to Hojo Kyosuke and leaned against the guardrail in the same posture. The cool morning wind felt very comfortable on his body, causing him to reach out and loosen his tie slightly.

After doing this, he looked at the eldest brother next to him. Unlike himself, who was meticulous about wearing a tie, his eldest brother had never worn a tie except during the opening ceremony.

"I'm different." Hojo Kyousuke said casually.

Hearing this, Qisaki grinned:

"Indeed, no one will be jealous of the sun's rays, just as no one will wonder why the sun is the sun. No matter how good you are, Hojo, you will not be jealous or isolated by others, you will only attract people who are eager for the sun to keep coming to you. near."

"..."

Hojo Kyousuke was chewing rice grains mixed with plum pulp with half-closed eyes. Hearing this, he couldn't help but open his eyes and looked helplessly at his number one minion.

"Kisaki, have you given up on dating?"

"No, I was planning to take advantage of the sports festival to get to know some girls."

Xisaki said in surprise.

"There will be no sweet love for a chuunibyou, unless you can find another chuunibyou. If you don't dislike it, I can recommend two to you."

Emotional mentor Hojo Kyosuke is online. This guy Kisaki has not changed at all in the past few years. Although he no longer wants to be the strongest delinquent in neon, he seems to have transferred this wish to himself and realized it in disguise. Nothing has changed at all.

"The second disease? I'm not a housekeeper, so how could I be the second child? But forget it, brother, who are the two people you are talking about?"

Kisaki retorted.

No, no, no, you definitely have chuunibyou, or a severe late-stage one, Hojo Kyosuke complained.

"Those from our class, Hikigaya Hachiman and Zaimokuza Yoshiteru, are both absolutely chuunibyou."

"..."

Qisaki turned his head, glanced at his eldest brother with squinted eyes, and punched him.

"Hojo, you guy."

"Xisaki, are you finally going to usurp the throne? It's such a touching growth. In that case, I'll leave the Rampage Angel to you!"

"No, not only will I not usurp the throne, but I will also transform the Rampage Angels into a family-style violent group and directly change its name to the Hojo Group. Just wake up!"

"Yabai, it's so scary, Kisaki, has your ambition grown to this point?"

Hojo Kyosuke took a step back, turned sideways and looked at Tetsuta Kirisaki with a shocked face.

"Yes, my ambition is to let Hojo Kyosuke dominate the entire neon."

Kisaki replied with a smile, and his voice was as passionate as he wanted. It seems like this kind of time alone with my eldest brother has not happened for a long time. I remember when we were in Dongcheng, everyone would chat freely on the rooftop, tell each other's embarrassing stories, and attack each other.

Since entering high school, the eldest brother seems to have completely entered the state of marriage, talking about the wives at home.

"If that day comes, let's amend the marriage law first." Someone nodded, feeling moved for a moment.

"..."

Tsk, Kisaki Tetsuta smacked his tongue, as expected, the happy time is always short.

"Hojo, do you need me to intervene over the performance troupe?"

Although, he still got down to business. No one knew his eldest brother's talents in singing and dancing better than he did. After all, it is only during team building that everyone will no longer respect the eldest brother so much and try their best to avoid letting him get the microphone and join the dance.

Seeing Yukinoshita Yukino being so rude to his elder brother and speaking so presumptuously, the dissatisfaction in his heart had long been as high as the Himalayas. He is very aware of his eldest brother's character. It is an exaggeration to say that he can't walk when he sees a beautiful woman, but he will never refuse those girls who take the initiative to express their kindness to him.

So, if this is why Big Brother is forced to dance around and make a fool of himself, then he needs to take action. He wanted his eldest brother to be the group leader to gain popularity, not to become approachable. The reason why the sun is the sun is because it is so high up that no one can look directly at it.

Anyone who wants to do harm to his eldest brother, Tetsuta Kisaki will not let him go! Even if the troupe's dance becomes a zombie dance or a real mechanical dance, they will not hesitate.

"..."

Hojo Kyosuke looked at Tetsuta Kisaki in surprise, and then looked at the empty plastic wrap in his hand. The wind neither got louder nor quieter. It seemed that Kisaki was not a helpful elf sent by the wind like Hayama Hayato. But what's the matter with these two people, one and two, so ignorant?

"Xisaki, do you still remember what your fourth sentence was after you came to the rooftop?" he asked.

Xisaki thought for half a second and gave the answer:

"I said, 'No, I'm planning to take advantage of the sports festival to get to know some girls.'"

With his IQ, recalling this would not be a problem at all.

"Then stop meddling in other people's business and get on with your love career."

Hojo Kyosuke patted the number one minion on the shoulder hard. Really, he couldn't see through even this little bit of truth. People who have never been in love are really stupid.

"Huh?" Xisaki was confused.

"When you find a girl who is willing to teach you how to dance, you will understand. By the way, this is also a good way. You can do this when you practice later. There seem to be many cute girls in our red team troupe. ah."

Even Onitsuka has found a girlfriend. When will Kisaki finally get the idea? Doesn’t it also take college?

"..."

Hearing this, Kisaki Tetsu understood very well that his eldest brother had fallen into his old habit. It seemed to him that he was being tortured, but he was actually enjoying it.

"Let's go, it's almost time for class."

After crumpling the plastic wrap into a ball and holding it in the palm of his hand, Hojo Kyosuke straightened up and walked towards the rooftop door.

"You will make a fool of yourself then." Kisaki finally advised.

"Will not."

Someone raised his left hand and waved it without looking back, and his voice was as clear as the wind:

"Because I am Hojo Kyosuke."

Looking at that handsome back, Tetsuta Kisaki, who was in the advanced stage of Chuunibyou, was shaken for a third of a second, and then shook his head speechlessly. If I hadn't seen him dancing, I would have thought he was hiding his strength.

Back in the classroom, the math teacher was no longer there. Before he could chat, English walked in as the bell rang.

When he was in junior high school, English was a subject that Hojo Kyosuke decided to give up during the college entrance examination. However, with the gift from Miki, he mastered the art of language, let alone English. As long as he wanted to, he could learn it in less than a week. Master a whole new language.

So hard work is really important. If he hadn't been sincere from the first moment he saw Miki, he wouldn't have such a bright future.

"Hojo, please read this text."

Someone was yawning and thinking about whether to sleep or write a new book, when he heard the English teacher's words. After responding, he stood up and began to recite.

I don’t know why, but after listening to myself read aloud in the first class, this English teacher started every class with his own reading, as if he had completed a mission ceremony.

"Very well, sit down, then Nishimiya."

The English teacher nodded with a satisfied smile. Hojo Kyosuke and Nishimiya Glass, these two classmates in the class, listening to them recite is simply a pleasure. Although her English is also Japanese English, this does not prevent her from appreciating American English. Moreover, Hojo-san’s American English seems to have a special charm. It sounds like silk and black coffee, with a mellow feeling.

Of course, she wouldn't let other students learn from them, that was impossible.

When he heard the roll call, Nishimiya Glass stood up holding his textbook. The teacher's voice was clear and powerful, and she didn't need to be reminded at all.

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, as soft as a cloud but with a sense of transparency. Every pronunciation was standard, and every pause and sentence was just right, as if she was not reciting but singing in a low voice.

Yuigahama Yui quietly turned back to look at Nishimiya Glass. Although she had been surprised many times, she couldn't help being shocked every time she heard Glass speak.

Anyone would be surprised to see a classmate wearing a hearing aid. She was lucky enough to become friends with Nishimiya Glass and knew more things.

Seeing Jiazi with a peaceful smile on his face speaking more standard neon language than hers, she originally thought that the other person's hearing was damaged after acquisition. After all, she had never seen someone with congenital hearing loss speak so fluently.

But as the relationship deepened, she learned the truth. She couldn't even say her name fluently four years ago.

This gentle girl with a demure look shared the past with herself without any grudge. From this, she understood why Hojo Kyosuke didn't even leave his name after helping her rescue Sabre (the dog), and when she saw him later, it was as if this incident had never happened.

It turns out that such things are really insignificant in Hojo-san's life.

"Very well, sit down Nishimiya."

The English teacher nodded with satisfaction again. That’s great. I recommend Nishimiya and Hojo to participate in this year’s English speech contest for high school students!

At noon, Hojo Kyosuke brought Sakura, Yukino and Glass to the rooftop for lunch as usual.

On the other side, Yukinoshita Yukino has arrived at the Kendo Club activity room. Before the sports festival, the room will be lent to the red team in their free time, so as the assistant chief, she also has a spare one in her hand. key.

He opened the door and glanced at the empty club room. Yukinoshita took out her phone and checked the time, opened the "Assistant Department" chat group, looked at the empty interface, hesitated for a moment, and did not choose to call others to help.

Putting the roll of things in her hand on the ground, she began to prepare.

Yamauchi Sakura is his first friend in Sobu High...and his first client in the service department. He has an obligation to help her make the red team win. Victory, that is, comprehensive victory, just enjoy youth and let everyone be happy. Only an idiot would say that. Since you have to do it, you must do your best.

Failure is allowed in competitive events, and that cannot be changed by human power. Strong people are what they are after a long period of training, and cannot be made up for by hard work in a short period of time. But the troupe, the doors, and the curtains are all projects where everyone is on the same starting line.

Even if someone is the champion of an international dance competition, there is no guarantee of victory in such a collective project. In a sense, this kind of project is quite in line with my own wishes.

However, Hojo Kyosuke...

Thinking of this person, Yukinoshita couldn't help but have a headache. She originally thought that the confrontation between herself and the other party would be on a subsequent commission, where their ideas would clash. Then he can take the opportunity to persuade the other party and change his abnormal outlook on life, thereby completing Yamauchi Sakura's commission.

But I didn't expect that the first confrontation would be something like dancing. Moreover, Hojo Kyosuke, who obviously seemed to be all-around sports, would be so poor in talent in dancing.

The principle of ministry is to teach someone to fish, and whether you succeed or not depends on you. Yukinoshita Yukino is not a saint, she is well aware of the bad nature of human beings. For a lazy person, even if you put a rice ball in his hand, the other person will ask you to feed him even more, and may even think you are unskilled in feeding him.

In her world of absolute justice and fairness, that kind of thing would never be allowed to happen. The rich lend a helping hand out of compassion, but if they don't work hard, nothing will change.

Well, based on this concept, Hojo Kyosuke, who still cannot learn despite all her efforts, should be one of the people she has abandoned from the beautiful world. But no, her eyes told her that the other person was really studying hard, and even if he couldn't learn it, he was still trying hard.

Therefore, since he has not given up, then he has no reason to give up!

What she has in hand is the solution she came up with in the past day and a half.

Yesterday after school, not only one person did not practice dancing, but others also did not practice. The kendo club also started training. Students with club activities cannot be forced to participate in the preparation for the sports festival. The first principle is to use their free time to prepare. Otherwise, the head of the sports club will go crazy.

Of course, this is also a big reason why people in sports clubs complain. Their own work is more tiring than other clubs. They can't rest when they are not training, and they have to prepare for the sports festival. Who can't say a few words about this.

After school yesterday, as the head of the service department, Yukinoshita Yukino decided that today's club activities would be to go home.

The girl who returned home put the bento she bought from the convenience store downstairs into the microwave, then went to the study room and turned on the computer, searched for tutorials, and began to learn how to make 3D human animations.

She still adheres to her original idea. The essence of dance is just to connect one movement after another. There is no need to understand the meaning of this, as long as you remember each action and sequence, just like making animation, play the pictures one by one continuously, and you can turn it into dancing.

What she wants to do is to further decompose the previously decomposed movements. She had gotten to know Hojo Kyosuke and knew his abilities in science and body control. I believe he should be able to fulfill his vision.

She thought about whether to dance it again, record it, and take screenshots, but she gave up the idea after thinking about it for three seconds. With Hojo Kyosuke's character of liking two people at the same time, she really didn't feel at ease.

After all, she is so cute, and it is inevitable that Hojo Kyosuke will fall in love with her because she keeps looking at her photos.

Hey, if you weren't so cute, you wouldn't have to waste this time.

Looking at the complicated tutorial on the screen, the girl lamented, but she knew in her heart that there was nothing she could do about it. Who could call herself so cute?

Of course, just to keep up the good work, she still put up her cell phone and danced the night dance completely.

This can be regarded as a last resort. If it doesn't work, leave this to Hojo Kyousuke, but you have to supervise him and only you can watch it if you are present.