Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Fuji Hall

The thick brown wooden door was open, and there were several standing signs at the door with the names of our awards and sponsors written on them. Each of the ten shortlisted books has its own independent label, and the most eye-catching one is naturally Hojo Kyosuke's.

"The Devotion of Suspect X" has been published in three versions so far, and there are also three covers. One is an all-black cover, with "The Devotion of Suspect X" written in small vertical characters in the middle, where X is a red squiggle; The four characters "Kyosuke Hojo" are highlighted, but the title of the book occupies a very small space.

What is now on the stand is the third version. On the light cyan background, there is the back of a man in a black suit, and the title of the book is written in the line below.

That is of course Hojo Kyosuke's own photo, and this version is a collector's edition hard-cover book specially used to deceive... to give back to fans.

Although the stone god in the novel is a man with an unattractive appearance, it does not prevent book fans from imagining what Kyosuke Hojo looks like.

A man with an average or even lower-looking appearance fits the situation of the Stone God in the novel, and fits Miss Yasuko’s attitude towards him;

A somewhat unreal man with a handsome and perfect appearance, which fits the fantasies of readers when reading novels. Mathematical genius, creator of perfect tricks, the aloof genius Damo Stone God. Dedicated to love, a love so deep that it is suffocating, an infatuated stone god who does not understand love.

What would such a person be like?

Just like Kasumigaoka Shiu's initial misunderstanding, anyone who sees Hojo Kyosuke and knows some of his deeds will involuntarily substitute him for Tetsuya the Stone God.

"That's great. Kyousuke will draw the next manga exactly like himself, right? This way Eiriri will definitely be more motivated to draw when it is animated later." Sakura looked at the poster with satisfaction, feeling already Decided to pack it up and take it away after the meeting.

Send it to Aunt Mijiko~

"It's better to forget about the next one, it's not very auspicious." Hojo Kyosuke said casually.

There is no front or back door to the banquet hall. There is only one front door. Hojo Kyousuke raised his steps and was about to walk in.

"What are you doing? Do you want to go see the bride like this? It's too rude! The groom's dressing room is not over there." Aisaka grabbed him.

Yo, you guys are addicted to playing.

Hojo Kyousuke chuckled, but he also remembered what he wanted to do. As the protagonist, of course he has to wear a corsage. It’s not just him, all ten writers shortlisted for the Grand Prize today have such treatment.

"I don't have the habit of sharing a dressing room with others. How about you go to the women's dressing room next to me, Aisaka-san?"

When he said this, he turned his head and lowered his voice. There was nothing wrong with making such a joke because of his relationship with Tsuyoshi Aisaka, but it sounded a bit frivolous in the ears of a lady.

"I hate it. I didn't expect you, Hojo-san, to have such thoughts about me." Aisaka was not annoyed at all, and laughed with a fancy smile.

"Then Sakura, please go in with Editor Shimomura and the others." Hojo Kyosuke turned his head and warned, the guests' seats are at the back.

"Well, I have to choose the most colorful and vibrant flower~"

"Um."

After bidding farewell to Hojo Kyosuke, Sakura and others followed the two editors and walked inside.

Before entering the club, she thought it was because of the angle, so it looked a little dark inside from the outside. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be very dim when she walked in.

If it weren't for the fluorescent indicator strip on the ground, she almost fell down before her eyes could adapt to the darkness.

The reason why Fuji Hall is called Fuji Hall is that like Kingkei, various ukiyo-e paintings of Mount Fuji are painted on the walls. But now I can't see clearly.

The only light that was on was located above the ceremony stage directly in front of the hall.

The ceremony podium, about one meter above the ground, turned the smooth wooden floor into a dark yellow under the golden ambient light on the top.

There is a square object covered entirely with golden silk cloth on the ceremony stage. Needless to say, everyone can guess that the work covered underneath must be the work that will win the trophy today.

After the emcee announces the winning entries, the staff will unwrap the silk.

The background wall directly behind the ceremony stage is silver-gray, divided into four or five rectangles by golden spokes.

A huge screen that made Sakura feel very familiar was hanging there, with the logo of the Honya Awards on it.

There are three columns of characters on the golden crown that look like the screams of comic characters: "Selected by bookstore clerks all over the country" "いちばん (Ichiban, No. 1)" and "Books you want to sell"

Below are the big white letters "2015 Honya Grand Prize" and "Presentation"

In this dark environment, everyone who takes out their mobile phones will be watched by those around them. The low pressure at that moment made their faces instantly familiar, and since the environment was too quiet and they couldn't apologize, they could only express their apology using Dogeza.

According to Sakura-sama's calculation method, thinking about it this way is equivalent to: If you don't want to sit down, you can only sit and stare at the screen in a daze.

Everyone had to look forward to the ceremony starting soon, the golden silk cloth to be untied, and the winners to come on stage to receive their awards.

Therefore, a sense of ritual is still necessary. If there wasn't this sense of ceremony, people would have been impatient to wait and asked the organizers to start quickly.

"It looks like a premiere, right, Glass."

Sakura whispered in a low voice, if Kyousuke were here, he would definitely say that the Neon people must be the best at making rituals.

But there was no response to her words.

Damn it, Glass must have gotten lost!

Sakura was shocked, she didn't teach Glass to cry loudly when she got lost.

"As for Glass, I just went to the locker room with Kyousuke." Mitsuha replied softly.

"Oh~~ Ni-chan, you're dishonest~" Sakura was stunned for a moment, then laughed twice.

On the other side, Hojo Kyosuke and Aisaka Go followed Amamiya Miki to the men's locker room. Because this clubhouse was originally prepared for wedding banquets, the dressing room was indeed marked as the groom's dressing room on the map. But now it is not used as a dressing room, it is just a place for people to sort out their clothes.

Corsages, gloves, other miscellaneous items.

Amamiya Miki was originally wondering why Miss Nishinomiya didn't sit down in the venue, but now as soon as she entered the dressing room, she saw her walking towards the place where the corsage was placed without saying a word.

"Awardee" ""......

Different people have different flowers, blue hydrangea, white, red, all kinds of flowers that are too bright to see the actual flowers.

Glass looked at it, thinking about what Sakura said, and regardless of the organizer's request, he picked out his favorite orange-red daylily flower. It is a flower that looks like a lily and an orchid. The shape of the petals is slender and elegant. And like roses, they bloom in abundance.

Holding the corsage, Glass came to the front of Hojo Kyosuke. She didn't even use the pin prepared by the organizer. Instead, she took out the pin she had prepared long ago from her pocket, just like she took out the scissors before Sakura. Shimo Hojo Kyosuke's shirt buttons are the same.

Today, the four girls all chose ponytails for their hairstyles. As Glass raised his head, his eyes were seriously staring at Hojo Kyousuke's chest. The brown ponytail hangs down neatly along the slender neck, making the skin of the girl's neck even whiter.

Hojo Kyosuke was condescending, and although his view was partially blocked by Glass' cute little face, he could still clearly see the large area of ​​white and smooth skin on the girl's chest.

"Time flies so fast."

Feeling the glass playing with the clothes on his chest, he also thought of when he graduated from elementary school. At that time, Glass was almost as tall as him. Now he has grown taller and the girl has grown up too.

"Not too fast, not too slow is just right~" Glass smiled softly and carefully helped Kyosuke-kun smooth the clothes on his chest.

"Let's go and collect the award."

Hojo Kyosuke took the opportunity to hold Glass's hand and walked directly to the door.

Um? ? ? Aren't you even waiting for me to come with you?

Have you two forgotten that we are on the same team?

Aisaka, whose stomach was about to be corroded by the acidic water, opened his eyes wide. He watched the man and woman walking out of the door as happily as if they were on an outing. Ten thousand sika deer ran past them in his heart.

There was also a staff member standing in front of him, a man, taller and stronger than him, helping him put on a corsage.

He turned his head and looked at Amamiya Miki, who was wearing a silver suit and was extremely beautiful. He saw that the other party was also looking at Hojo Kyousuke's back with wide eyes and disbelief. The old man felt a lot more comfortable.

But the next second, he saw Miss Amamiya running out after Kyousuke Hojo with a crisp sound on her five-centimeter high heels.

"Aisaka-san, how are you feeling?"

"It's hard to put it into words." Aisaka said subconsciously.

"I'm sorry, I'll adjust it for you right away." The staff member who helped Aisaka put on the corsage quickly apologized, and then started playing with it on his chest.

"..." Aisaka just raised his head and looked at the man who was a little taller than him when he lowered his head. Now his mood was even more difficult to describe.

Glass's hand was warm and soft. Holding her, Hojo Kyosuke felt like he was walking on clouds. If it weren't for Miss Amemiya accompanying him, he would have had the urge to take a walk outside and take Glass to visit the wedding venue downstairs before coming back.

Anyway, the bride and groom below should welcome me.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, as quiet and solemn as they were walking on the approach to the shrine's main hall.

Glass's face was not as serious as the bride's, but had a peaceful smile.

"Kyosuke-kun, come on!"

Before the door was about to open, Glass made a cute cheering gesture, and then ran to the guest seats at the back.

"This way, Hojo-san."

Amamiya Miki stretched out her hand to guide them. They did not pass directly in front of the ceremony stage, but walked through the preparation room behind the background wall.

The seats in the front row of the ceremony stage were not occupied by the honorees or senior executives of the executive committee, but by cameras and reporters.

When Kyosuke Hojo walked out of the small door at one end of the ceremony stage, the reporter with good eyes immediately raised his camera and started taking pictures.

But what pleased him was that those people didn't want to sit down, so they didn't turn on the flash.

Wait, what kind of photos can be taken in this light without turning on the flash? You bastards, do you have any professional training?

He seemed to know where those photos in the newspapers of "xxx lost the grand prize, with a gloomy face almost vomiting blood" came from.

While thinking casually, he walked towards his seat. Miss Amamiya had already told him. But even if I didn't tell him, I wouldn't have taken the wrong seat, because he and Aisaka Tsuyoshi were already almost the last ones to arrive.

"Hojo-san, you're so late."

Manjo Masu, who met Hojo Kyousuke at the reception last time, smiled and said hello.

"Wancheng-san, you don't understand this. If Hojo-san comes too early, we will have to think of words of congratulations, and he will have to pretend to be humble. This is the finale, everyone is happy! "

The speaker is Misaki Megaku. The award-winning work is "The God of Death Comes to My House". The God of Death will find the person who is about to die and ask the person some inexplicable questions, such as whether you like to drink Coca-Cola or Pepsi-Cola, and do you want the body to be eaten by cats after death? If you drop it, the mouse will eat it.

Although of course, the Grim Reaper in his book repeatedly emphasizes that he will not decide the fate of the deceased based on how satisfied he is with the answers.

"It turns out that I didn't realize Hojo-san's good intentions, so I punished myself with three cups of wine at the celebration party later." Wancheng Yaji nodded sadly.

"Hahaha, you two guys have a way of teasing people. Stop writing books and go talk about comics. I will give you flowers."

Hojo Kyosuke sat down with a smile, but before he could continue chatting, he felt an uncomfortable sight.

Hidenori Ishida.

"Really? This guy is still wearing his red suit today? Is this the only one he has?" someone asked in disbelief.

"Huh? Didn't Aisaka-san tell you?" Wancheng Yaji said in surprise.

"Ishida Hidenori was teased?" Hojo Kyosuke asked.

"Yes, this is also part of the prank. Don't you think the crimson suit goes well with the clown?" Misaki Megaku said with a wicked smile.

After hearing this, Hojo Kyosuke, who has amazing imagination ability, immediately painted Ishida Hidenori's yellow and black face with white oil paint and a big red nose.

"Who on earth caused this prank? It's too..."

After thinking about it for a moment, he uttered the word "careful".

"I don't know. I just know that it was done by someone who couldn't stand him. If it weren't for Aisaka-san, we wouldn't even know about it." Wancheng Yaji said.

Perhaps noticing the gazes of Hojo Kyosuke and the others, Hidenori Ishida, who was talking loudly and enthusiastically to the side, also turned his head. Unlike last time when he was so angry, he looked like a winner today. He raised his chin high towards Hojo Kyosuke and smiled, revealing a few jagged teeth.

"..."

Seeing the winner's smile, the three people here were speechless.

With a sympathetic smile on his face, Hojo Kyosuke nodded in that direction.

Um? Ishida Hidenori's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't expect Hojo Kyosuke, who was so arrogant last time, to bow to him.

"Hahahaha, sure enough, no matter what young genius, once the wave recedes, his true colors will be revealed. Even Hojo Kyosuke must bow his head when facing me."

Ishida Hidenori learned a little bit of the winner's smile, but not the winner's calmness. After glancing at Hojo Kyousuke proudly, he turned around and talked proudly to the people around him.

"That's right, let alone the Grand Prize. If Ishida-san hadn't written mystery novels, he would have won the Edogawa Ranpo Prize long ago." A person next to him quickly boasted.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The reporters squatting on the ground in the front row couldn't help but turn their heads when they heard the harsh smile, wanting to see who could even look down on Kyousuke Hojo.

Doesn’t he know that Hojo Kyousuke has been confirmed to win the Honya Grand Prize?

Obviously these reporters are not the only ones who have such questions.

But Kyousuke Hojo was different. He had already entered the movie-watching mode.

Ishida Hidenori, who had offended someone, was given a series of dramas.

First, an official member of the Honya Grand Prize Executive Committee was contacted to tell him the rumor that he would win the prize. Then yesterday, when Hojo Kyosuke was invited to confirm the selection of the sub-prize, he also invited actors to arrange the drama. . Even today, someone told him the details of going on stage to receive the award.

"It's absolutely amazing."

Although I don’t know who arranged this, Hojo Kyosuke now just wants to return what Ishida Hidenori said before, "I really look forward to his expression when he stands on the podium."

"Yeah, if the target of the prank is me, then I'm afraid I have to apologize to the people taking the subway tomorrow." Wancheng Yaji said.

"No, no, no, those social workers who have to work overtime on Sundays might thank you for giving them a reason to be late. It's a good thing. You deserve to die, Manjo-san!" Misaki Megaku said with a bad smile.

"makes sense."

Wancheng Yaji responded with a smile, then turned to look at Go Aisaka who was approaching:

"Fengban-san, you're so late!"

"I don't want some people to have beautiful girls help them put on corsages. Isn't it natural that they come a little later?" Aisaka said angrily, and then sat down on the left side of Hojo Kyosuke.

"Tell me more about the beautiful girl." Misaki Megaku said seriously.

"Oh? It seems that you are far away in Kyoto and haven't heard of the new legends in Tokyo's literary world?" Tsuyoshi Aisaka said mysteriously.

"den se tsu?"

As soon as they heard the word "legend" that Neon people loved most, Misaki Mexue and Wancheng Yaji couldn't sit still, and they said in unison.

"'Heisei Style'!"

Aisaka said these four words one by one, as if he was telling a story.

"This is Hojo Kyosuke's title in Tokyo."

"Merry?"

"That's right, please look over there." Aisaka pointed casually and didn't elaborate on what he was looking at. He believed that whoever saw it would understand what he was talking about immediately.

Misaki and Megaku turned their heads, and even though the light was dim, they still saw at a glance the four beautiful girls at the back left of the clubhouse who were brighter than fireflies in the dark.

"Merry!?" The two of them turned to look at Hojo Kyousuke, trying to find an answer.

Someone didn't speak and just showed a reserved smile. This is called silence being better than sound.

"Misaki-san, have you ever heard of someone who paid for a cheerleading team to attend the award ceremony?" Wancheng Yaji asked with a surprised look on his face.

"No, if someone really does this, they will compete with Wancheng-san to jump on the rails tomorrow." Misaki Megaku was also very surprised.

"Do you think that's the end?"

Looking at the two people trying to deceive themselves, Aisaka sneered.

"besides!?"

Misaki Megaku applauded:

"So strong, worthy of being a legend!"

Kisaki, who was sitting in the row behind them, showed a hesitant expression on his face when he heard Ishida Hidenori's topic.

So what, I will continue writing. I promised not to sleep until I finish writing.