Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

In this lounge called kinkei, the murals on the walls are Japanese-style, and the chandeliers and floors are completely in the style of a Western banquet hall. Just like the golden light you see when you first open the door, the inside can be described as magnificent.

Hojo Kyosuke also figured out why this lounge was rented, so there would be no more weddings. The essence of love is here.

After a few brief greetings, Hamamoto Shigeru led the two new winners to his previous position. The two editors and Kirisaki each went to find their own circles.

"Teacher Manjo, Teacher Misaki, these are the two teachers I just mentioned, Kyousuke Hojo and Tsuyoshi Aisaka."

Following Shigeru Hamamoto's introduction, the two men who were originally sitting stood up, said polite words with smiles on their faces, and stretched out their hands.

Wancheng Yaji, the winning entry is "Futakotamagawa Little Ghost", the content is very heartwarming, it is the story of three elementary school students playing in Futakotamagawa during the summer vacation.

Misaki Megaku's work is "The God of Death Comes to My House", and the content is equally heartwarming. The God of Death, a serious Coke lover, will ask the dying person if he likes Coke before judging him. Although the novel does not show that the God of Death will be partial to those who like Coke, the author revealed in the interview that the God of Death will indeed act differently depending on the answers.

These things were all written in the information that Kisaki gave him on the way here, so that Hojo Kyousuke could come and socialize now. So, not surprisingly, even though he had never heard of these two people before, he still called out their names, and then began to quickly praise each other's works.

Within a few people, the conversation was getting lively, and it didn't look like someone they had just met.

Aisaka standing next to him was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at someone in shock. In his understanding, Hojo Kyosuke didn't even care about winning the award, and he even didn't bother to ask for it when he handed it to him, let alone understand the information about the literary circle.

If he and President Konno hadn't had more contact with each other and knew that this person was simply lazy, they would have believed the rumors circulating in the circle that Kyousuke Hojo was a madman who became famous at a young age.

But now, of course, he had also learned about the other winners in advance, but before he could find out the relevant information from his head, Hojo Kyosuke had already started talking to them.

Could this guy just dislike him and Konno-san for being a married middle-aged uncle, and think it doesn't match his style? Aisaka looked at the other two authors on the table suspiciously.

Although he was not a handsome man, he looked... He lowered his head and looked at his thick beard and beer belly.

Hey, this is a symbol of happiness for a married man!

Besides, who can be confident in front of this guy Hojo?

"Oh, Representative Hamamoto, why are you hiding here? I've been looking for you for a long time."

A voice came from the side, and Hamamoto Shigeru quickly stood up and looked back. A man wearing a dark red suit and a triangular mustache on his chin.

"Teacher Ishida, do you need anything?" While speaking, he couldn't help but glance at Hojo Kyosuke again. It was this teacher Hidenori Ishida who said Hojo was arrogant before. It seems that the relationship between the two may not be very good.

"It's nothing. I just want to confirm the issues regarding tomorrow's award ceremony and ask if there is anything I need to prepare myself."

Ishida Hidenori waved his hands, which was obviously a normal action, but paired with his face, mustache, and dark red suit, it looked very exaggerated.

Sure enough, apart from the guys in Cowherd's shop, not many people can wear clothes of this color and style, Aisaka thought to himself.

Prepare? Preparing for an acceptance speech? Hamamoto Shigeru shook his head in confusion:

"Please rest assured that we are ready for everything and the award ceremony will be held smoothly."

"That's good." Ishida Hidenori nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at the other people on the table.

"By the way, let me introduce to you. This is Mr. Kyousuke Hojo, the author of "The Devotion of Suspect He introduced with a slight bend.

"Ah! So it's Aisaka-san. I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time!" Hidenori Ishida reached out his hand enthusiastically.

Looking at the hand stretched out to him, Aisaka blinked his eyes, and then widened his eyes suddenly. He felt like he had heard these words somewhere before. Oh, by the way, that was what the pretty lady said to Hojo when he first arrived at the entrance of the memorial hall.

Ishida-san, I take my words back. Although your outfit is ugly, you are a discerning person!

Seeing that the other party ignored Hojo Kyousuke to shake hands with him first, Ohsaka felt happy and quickly extended his hand.

But he didn't expect that it would be difficult to separate his hands once they were held. I thought that after a few words of greeting, the other party would talk to Hojo, but I didn't expect that the conversation lasted for almost a minute without stopping.

The smile on Hamamoto Shigeru's face froze, and he and the other two people at the table looked at Hojo Kyousuke, only to see that the other person still had a smile on his face, as polite as before.

Not bad, he is indeed very cultivated, he couldn't help but admire in his heart.

The ability to humbly face others' praise is an ability that can be easily developed, but to still maintain your grace in the face of this kind of obviously deliberate neglect requires good psychological quality.

Not to mention that the smile was still bright, not forced at all, and even he looked good as a man.

Aisaka tried hard to free his hand, only to feel that his palms were covered with sticky sweat. Although he was already a standard social person, he still couldn't help but shuddered in his heart. However, he felt funny in his heart and wanted to see Hojo like this. Guy's reaction.

Turning his head, he saw the bright smile on the other person's face, which was different from Hamamoto Shigeru's reaction. Ohsaka's heart skipped a beat.

Under the kind invitation of President Konno, he had to accompany him "with great interest" to watch all the videos of the kendo competition in Hojo Kyosuke's junior high school.

This guy had the same smile when he was provoked before the game. Then on the field, he stabbed the opponent's throat with a thrust, sending the opponent's whole body flying. After the guy took off his mask, his whole face turned into It was so purple that the ambulance team was startled, and the ambulance came.

There is no doubt that it is a clean gain, although it is a throat-piercing thing that junior high school students should not master. However, no matter the movement, momentum or hitting position, it is standard and there is no fault.

When watching the video, President Konno couldn't help but clapped his hands and jumped, which shows how exciting this shot was. But Tsuyoshi Aisaka, who didn't know much about kendo, felt chilled by the sight. He believed that Hojo-san's opponent would regret his provocation before the match.

"Oh, Hojo, is it the one who said that he is confirmed to win this year's Grand Prize?" Ishida Hidenori reluctantly stretched out his hand like a European noblewoman.

Hamamoto Shigeru and the other two authors looked at Hojo Kyousuke when they heard this, wondering how he would react. I saw this man who seemed ready to commit suicide just now suddenly patted Aisaka Tsuyoshi on the shoulder and said with a serious expression:

"Aisaka, why did you suddenly perform a one-man show? Go wash your hands quickly, be careful, you may have to amputate your leg later."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Aisaka, who had just recalled Hojo Kyosuke's ferocious appearance, subconsciously responded. It wasn't that he was timid, it was because what the other party said seemed to have a convincing power.

Just like Ishida Hidenori did just now, Hojo Kyosuke completely ignored the other party. Hamamoto Shigeru applauded secretly, a graceful counterattack!

Hidenori Ishida, who had looked so proud just now, suddenly turned the color of pig liver. This made Tsuyoshi Aisaka think of the man lying on the ground waiting for a stretcher again.

Hearing what the two of them said, Wancheng Yaji burst out laughing. Seeing that the laughter attracted Hidenori Ishida's unkind eyes, he quickly waved his hand and explained:

"When I think about winning the award tomorrow, I can't help but feel happy."

"Hahahaha, me too, I'm so happy." Misaki smiled and patted Wancheng on the shoulder vigorously:

“It’s such an honor to be able to win the award together with Wancheng-san.”

"Rejoice together and rejoice together."

The two sang together, which made Tsuyoshi Aisaka laugh. The only ones who didn't laugh were Hidenori Ishida and Shigeru Hamamoto, but the latter laughed when he saw the former's increasingly ugly expression.

"Ahem, I'm sorry. I think that so many great generals this year can include so many excellent works, I can't help but feel happy from the bottom of my heart."

"This is all thanks to the efforts of Hamamoto-san and the committee."

Hojo Kyousuke, who had already sat down and crossed his legs, raised his tea cup in greeting.

"Yes, that's right. Speaking of which, this is my first time to come to the Meiji Memorial Hall. I didn't expect there to be such a place in Tokyo." Misaki Megaku from Kyoto sighed.

"I'm sorry that such a building can exist in the countryside." Hojo Kyosuke responded with a smile. He has a Kyoto family in his family and he understands the joke that everything outside of Kyoto is in the countryside.

"Hey, don't say this in a place like this!"

"Okay, so it turns out that we Tokyoites are so slanderous in private." Aisaka joined the conversation.

Seeing the other people entering normal chat mode again, Hamamoto Shigeru, who was still standing, clasped his toes in embarrassment. I complained in my heart about Ishida Hidenori. Doesn't this person know how to read air? His lung capacity is amazing, but I am not!

"Teacher Ishida, come here and let me introduce you to the editors." As the organizer, he had to bite the bullet and speak.

"Sure enough, he is indeed a genius who only meets once in 5,000 light years. At least his arrogance is worthy of his name." Ishida Hidenori was planted in the ground like a radish, motionless, swaying the red and yellow leaves and began to speak.

"Aisaka-san, did you know that light years are actually units of distance." Hojo Kyosuke said.

"Huh? Is that so?" Top student Gosaka was stunned. The newspaper said that every day, so he thought it was a unit of time.

Ishida Hidenori was also stunned. He only saw this nickname from the newspaper, but then his witty little brain changed:

"What I mean is that there is only one genius like you in the universe five thousand light years away."

"Oh, thank you for the compliment, Mr. Ishida. You can just say this in private. Everyone is equal here."

Hojo Kyosuke had an expression on his face that said, "Don't do this next time." He waved his hands reproachfully. When it comes to yin and yang, he will not be inferior to others.

"You guy!"

Ishida was about to step forward as soon as his footsteps moved, Hojo Kyosuke was about to get up when he felt happy, and Aisaka Tsuyoshi was already ready to stay away.

"Haha, Ishida-san, the editors over there have been waiting for a long time." Hamamoto Shigeru stretched out his arms.

"I hope you can still laugh when you stand in the audience tomorrow and listen to my acceptance speech and applaud me."

After saying a few words, the big carrot was finally pulled out by Hamamoto Shigeru, still chattering endlessly.

"Hamamoto-san, I think your committee should be more cautious when making nominations in the future."

Hojo Kyosuke raised his eyebrows, wondering why the other party had such confidence. So he turned to look at Tsuyoshi Aisaka and asked questions with his eyes.

"Ahem, mystery novels should have won the award for mystery novels." Aisaka took a sip of water.

Someone recalled the information he had read before. Hidenori Ishida's award-winning work was called "The End of Memories at Fourteen Years Old." From the name, you can tell that it is a story about adolescent boys and girls. The works of the other three people on the table can also be summarized as "warmth".

I understand, no wonder it is called an award representing Japanese civilian literature. What the public likes most is this kind of heartwarming novel that can make people smile.

"In fact, almost no orthodox mystery novels have won awards in the past." Tsuyoshi Aisaka continued.

"But I will win the grand prize." Hojo Kyosuke said.

With these decisive words, Mancheng and Misaki could see the pride of this genius, but they also nodded along with Aisaka in conviction.

We’ve already mentioned the Civilian Literature Award. Isn’t it okay to vote because you like the author? !

Even if it is just a junk novel written by someone else, as long as it is good-looking, a large number of people will still blindly follow it. Not to mention that the content of Hojo Kyosuke's novels is indeed very, very good.

"To be honest, after seeing the grand event held by Hojo-san at Kinokuniya, I asked the publisher to arrange a book signing for me there."

Wancheng Yaji smiled bitterly and told the story.

"Haha, Manjo-san still doesn't understand Mr. Hojo well." Misaki joked with a smile.

"Yeah, I was a little angry because the bookstore didn't arrange a concert hall for me, but after seeing the number of people who came, I couldn't help but secretly feel happy. Fortunately, the bookstore and the publishing house did a good job in the preliminary investigation, otherwise I would have made a fool of myself."

Wancheng sighed. In the photos posted on the Internet and on TV, there was a queue stretching for two blocks behind Hojo Kyousuke's promotional sign, and all of them were young girls. It really made people’s teeth itch with envy. At that time, he thought that there were so many beauties in Shinjuku, and even if he was just a little bit...

"And the most annoying thing is that when I was going to the toilet, I accidentally heard..."

"Is it really accidental?" Misaki asked with a smile.

"Of course! Don't interrupt. Anyway, I just heard the clerks discussing who to vote for."

"Hahaha, needless to say, I know, everyone must vote for this guy Hojo." Aisaka smiled and there was no one here who knew better than him.

"That's right!" Wan Cheng gritted his teeth.

"I heard similar words in bookstores in Kyoto. The clerks actually said that if Hojo-san wins this year, he will hold a book signing in Kyoto next year." Misaki gritted his teeth:

"Damn it, for such a reason. Don't they know that the selection criterion is 'want to sell in their own bookstore', not 'want the author to come to their own bookstore to promote'!"

"Hahaha, this is the so-called inclusiveness of literature." Hojo Kyosuke said with a smile.

"You guy! Is this how inclusive is explained?"

"Isn't it? When I was reading the book, I imagined that there would be a man like a stone god who loved me deeply. The reading experience immediately improved by three levels. This is the sense of immersion in the novel."

"So, every author should get a facelift to avoid disillusionment in his readers?"

Ohsaka is not in a good mood. If this is the case, wouldn't it make readers have goosebumps all over their bodies if a rough guy like him writes a love novel mainly from a female perspective?

After chatting and joking for a while, a few people started talking about Hidenori Ishida just now.

"Why is that guy so malicious towards Hojo? Could it be that his wife divorced him because she fell in love with Hojo?"

As a good friend, Aisaka spoke unceremoniously and did not change his stance just because the other party looked down upon him. He was not stupid and knew that he had just become a tool again. Moreover, he is a noble mystery novelist. Although his works are not well received at the Grand Prize, his status in the literary world is much higher than that of his opponent.

"Don't talk nonsense. Think about who the woman who can fall in love with that kind of person is."

Hojo Kyosuke was startled. Looking at himself, he could tell how beautiful and virtuous the girls in his family must be. Just look at the red pickled radish and you'll know the other person's family. If Naohua saw herself wearing that outfit, she would probably faint from anger.

"Hahaha, Hojo-san is so merciless." Wancheng laughed.

"He must be lucky that there are too many people here." Aisaka sneered.

"What?" Misaki leaned over curiously.

"I don't know if you have heard that Tokyo is the strongest...cough cough cough, let go, let go, Hojo, I can't breathe."

"You guys, next time I see President Konno, I will propose to him to set up a kendo club in the association and get you involved so that we can communicate more when we have time."

Hojo Kyosuke let go of Tsuyoshi Aisaka's neck and adjusted his coat. What a risk, the nickname was almost exposed.

"Spare me! What I want to say is the Demon King of Swords!"

So the conversation among them turned to Hojo Kyosuke's kendo prowess, and they agreed to visit the dojo together when Kenzo Kono took someone to his family's dojo.

"Anyway, there will be a good show tomorrow. I hope Hidenori Ishida won't look too ugly when I applaud you while listening to Hojo's acceptance speech, otherwise I won't be able to help laughing."

Wan Cheng picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Thinking of the pig liver-colored face just now, he couldn't help laughing again. He really has no grace at all. In comparison, Hojo-san is as elegant and graceful as the golden pheasant on the wall.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you laugh. It's a happy thing anyway." Misaki said with a smile. He didn't know whether he was happy that he won the award or that the other party didn't win the award.

It is impossible to say that there is no comparison between writers, but both of them were shocked by the bookstore clerk before they met each other. After meeting each other, they thought they would be difficult people to get along with, but they were unexpectedly surprised. It's fun, plus there are really annoying people, so the atmosphere gets better.

Therefore, it may be difficult for a good leader to unite the team, but it is easy for an annoying person to unite everyone.

While chatting, Amamiya Miki, who disappeared for a while, came over and informed Hojo Kyosuke that dinner was ready. Someone belatedly remembered that he had previously said that he would invite editor Shimomura's son to have dinner with him, and he and a few friends teased Hidenori Ishida for being too happy and forgot about it.

After looking at the dishes brought by the waiter, a silver salmon steamer Gozen, a chestnut cream dorayaki and Mitarai dumplings, he tasted them and sent a message to Kisaki. Of course, they would not take Shimomura Masao over at this time, but ask Kisaki to buy a few more and take them away as snacks in the evening.

Dorayaki and dango are the snacks I often eat when watching their movies.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow, Hojo-san."

"See you tomorrow."

After saying goodbye, Hojo Kyosuke went home and put most of the snacks in the refrigerator for storage, and then headed to school with a few dorayaki. The time was just right, and he could still catch the first class at noon.

Sobu High School, first grade class F

Hikigaya Hachiman looked at the math test paper in front of him expressionlessly, looking at the lonely circle surrounded by countless spears.

Factoring? Cross multiplication? Double radical?

These are the names of middle school students! Why, once you learn it, can you decompose all things and understand their roots? Have you all been infected by Zaimuza? The same goes for teachers. If you shout such a name loudly, wouldn't you feel that you are acting in a stage play and feel ashamed?

Hikigaya Hachiban, who was third...fourth in the Japanese language proficiency grade, said that he really couldn't understand the thinking of the second grade mathematicians. He took out the mathematics textbook that he would definitely not use in the next class, covered it on the test paper, and turned it over He leaned against the wall.

"Hey! Expand all the quadratic radicals! Decompose all the factors without missing one!"

It was obviously a sleepy afternoon, but Zaimuzha was full of energy. His hands were gesticulating randomly like chopping melons and vegetables, and he was shouting in a voice that he thought was cool.

"Hey, Zaimokuza, don't you think this is too middle-class?" Hikigaya shouted feebly.

"Huh? Second grade, isn't that just right?"

That being said, if these math problems are used as moves, they shouldn't be used if they are not done correctly. If a person like me goes to a world like this, he will definitely get the short end of the stick in the first episode.

Well, the reason why Hikigaya Hachiman hates these chuuni names is not because he is not good at mathematics at all, but just because of the practicality of traveling to another world.

"By the way, Hachiman, you reminded me. In the next novel, let's set up a character like this, who uses mathematical formulas to fight." Zaimokuza made a fist with his right hand and put the hammer in the palm of his left hand. After completing the handsome gesture, he immediately took it out. I started writing furiously in my notebook.

In fact, there was already such a character in the new series last March...

Looking at Zaimokuza who was full of energy, Hikigaya swallowed these words in his stomach. Forget it, just let him exercise his wrist strength.

But when he mentioned the novel, his eyes couldn't help but cast his eyes to the empty seat in the lower right corner of the classroom.

Hojo-san…

No, didn’t Hojo-san already say that you don’t need to use honorifics! Hachiman, hold your chest high, don't respect the other person from the bottom of your heart and use honorifics unconsciously just because they have achieved achievements that you can never reach.

"That's great, I'll give you a big prize. Hey, my dear friend, let's go buy the new "The Devotion of Suspect X" together when it's published." Zaimokuza said.

"Um."

Although he already had a copy at home, Hikigaya agreed without hesitation. He knew that the "new" Zaimokuza was referring to was the reprinted version with the words "Honya Grand Prize" written on the waist. As a qualified follower, this is what the question should mean.

After buying it back, I gave it to Komachi and told her that as long as she worshiped this book religiously every day, both Hojo-san, a science genius, and Ishigami, the protagonist of the novel, would protect her from being like her idiot brother in mathematics.

The news that Hojo Kyosuke is going to participate in the Honya Grand Prize tomorrow was not spread by Sakura and Glass. For this kind of campus celebrity, the enthusiasm of the Neon people is beyond imagination.

The entire morning, when get out of class was over, Hikigaya never saw Yamauchi-san and Nishimiya-san surrounded by less than five classmates. He had no doubt that if Hojo hadn't still been the head of the Kendo club, the desk would have been changed by some classmates with strange quirks after school.

Wait, as the chief demonstrator of the kendo club, if I ask the minister to exchange tables, there should be a certain chance that it will be approved, right?

Hikigaya recalled the previous practices of the Kendo Club, thinking that every time he was the first to spar with the chief as a demonstrator, he suddenly puffed up his chest with pride. Rounding it all off, I can be considered as having survived so many times at the hands of the Demon King. Even if I only provide the lowest level of experience each time, it is still enough to crush others!