Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Amamiya Miki walked out of the locker room, but did not go far. She just stood in the corridor outside the door and waited silently.

Leaning against the wall, head lowered, staring at the brown high heels. The clerk's heart was shaking like her toes that were constantly shaking.

Hey, is it true that these writers can't write good works without sex? Even Mr. Hojo, who had just reached the age of marriage, was not immune.

And it seems that he is even more... well, powerful than those great writers.

Amamiya Miki lowered her head, thinking about whether there was any space around Teacher Hojo that she could enter. But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't see the possibility of herself being able to squeeze in from those extremely outstanding girls.

The door to the dressing room opened again, and she quickly lifted her back away from the wall, stood upright, and then bowed fifteen degrees.

"Is there anything else you need to do, Hojo-san."

"Thank you. Thank you very much Amamiya-san."

Hojo Kyosuke was keenly aware of Amamiya Miki's change in the name of him, but he didn't care at all and was even happy to see it.

"Your family and friends are currently visiting the venue accompanied by my colleagues. In addition, reporters from the Asahi Shimbun and Yomiuri Shimbun are still waiting for you at the venue." Amamiya Miki said.

"I know, thank you for your hard work. I'll go over now."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded, he had nothing in his hands now. The box containing the prize and his clothes were all held in Yinglili's arms, and she didn't know what this guy was planning.

Although Yinglili didn't speak, she nodded towards the emcee who had completely eliminated the suspicion, and then took the lead to walk forward.

The little girl walked in front holding a box half as wide as her body. As her body swayed from side to side, her golden twin tails swayed constantly, tapping her bulging little buttocks left and right.

That cute look made Hojo Kyousuke smile secretly. He didn't even step forward, but just followed behind and admired it silently.

"Go faster!"

"Oh~"

"Venue"

There was also a two-person-high three-dimensional book on the ceremony stage. From time to time, people walked up to take photos, and reporters also got closer to take pictures of the cardboard with recommendations written on it.

All the seats have been removed, fruit platters and drinks have been placed on the tables at the edge, and the venue has changed from an awards ceremony to a banquet.

"It's really shameful. My daughter is two years older than Hojo-san, but as a father, I can only sit down and watch him win the award."

"Kijima-san, don't hang your head like a pickled green vegetable. We are already in the winning team with a happy family. If you say this, juniors like me who have neither won awards nor got married will think that you are showing off. .”

"Hahaha, how could it be? I didn't mean that. Just looking at Hojo-san on the stage, I seemed to see the future of running with him every year."

"Run with you?"

"That's 700 points. Even if you don't calculate well, you can still get a sense of Hojo-san's popularity among the bookstore clerks, right? If he writes new books every year, wouldn't the future Honya Grand Prize be all prepared for him? ?”

"Tsk tsk, that seems to be the case. How about switching to painting picture books from tomorrow? Wouldn't it be nice to win the Grand Prize for picture books? You can also let your future grandson read it."

"You kid, why are you so rigid at such a young age? My daughter is so good-looking and is the right age for Hojo-san. Why can't I attend the award ceremony as Hojo's father-in-law?"

"Your daughter?" Nishimoto, who is not married, suddenly became energetic.

"Yes, she is also studying in high school in Tokyo." Kijima took out his mobile phone and opened the photo album.

This is not as good as my cousin. Wait, if that’s the case, do I also have the opportunity to ask Mr. Hojo to write recommendations on each of my books?

"It just so happens that Hojo-san's parents are here, and I have to go over and have a chat with them."

"Let's go together." Nishimoto quickly followed.

Two worthless losers!

Ishida Hidenori, who was standing there, heard this conversation, gritted his teeth and roared in his heart as he watched the two people who were also on the list of ten winners.

The reason why he hasn't left the venue is certainly not because the two big men on the left and right are restraining him from moving, nor is he afraid of the knife-wielding killer behind him, but because he is looking for an opportunity to take revenge.

Glancing at the reporters in front of him, he wondered why he hadn't come to interview him yet. Before today, he had seen many articles on Yahoo News that were optimistic about him winning the award. Now, such a popular writer has unexpectedly lost the election. There is a shady secret behind it. Hurry up and interview yourself!

In front of reporters, the bastards on the left and right didn't dare to stop him from talking, and the killer behind him couldn't kill him blatantly! Yes, you shouldn’t dare, right?

Hidenori Ishida subconsciously regarded Hojo Kyosuke as a young boy, and did not think that the other party's methods would be very powerful. However, the moment this idea came to his mind, he thought that he seemed to be living in an illusion during this period, and every step he took The experience of being played with by someone made me shiver immediately.

"Ishida-san, you won't wet your pants, right?" Kisaki said with a frown.

"..."

Hidenori Ishida used his tenacious will to restrain his urge to answer immediately. What should be surprising about a middle-aged man having frequent urination and incessant urination.

Seeing that the reporter had no intention of interviewing him, he looked to the left side of the venue. There was a very lively and large group of relatives and friends of that guy Kyousuke Hojo.

Damn it, is this what a junior should be like? This is your first time winning an award. If you were to win a few more awards, wouldn't you have to invite all the neighbors to the venue?

Also, those two men who look like monkeys in suits eat as barbaric as the deer in Nara. Have they not seen fruit for hundreds of years?

Why don't you eat the tall one like a giraffe? My mouth should be already drooling with greed, hypocrisy! Just as hypocritical as Hojo Kyosuke!

Those who are on the winning list, can’t wait to go over and flatter them? Do you want him to thank you next time he gives his acceptance speech?

Those women are so beautiful for nothing. They have no brains. They were all deceived by Hojo Kyosuke. They don’t even look at what he is doing now. They didn’t even look at you after the awards were over. They just stood there. I'm in a daze, I don't know...

"Please don't look around."

"Hi!"

Hearing the cold voice behind his ears, Ishida Hidenori was so frightened that his sphincter contracted violently. Oops, now it’s really...

The warm crotch made the hatred in the old man's heart become even more intense.

Ah, what is eldest brother doing? I also want to go over and say hello to eldest brother's father. Come quickly and solve the trouble of Ishida Hidenori. Everyone, hurry up and celebrate.

And the eldest lady, is this the end of her arrangements? Wouldn't it be a waste of resources if we don't communicate well and the methods overlap later?

Kisaki lamented in his heart, especially when Onizuka's yelling voice reached his ears, he really wanted to go over and have fun with everyone, just like he did in junior high school.

Just as he was thinking about it, a strange smell wafted into his nose.

The body that had been trained for many years reacted immediately and took two steps back as fast as lightning.

Really or not, this guy really peed his pants?

This was the first thought that came to Tetsuta Kisaki's mind.

Do you want to change his pants? Otherwise, it will be bad if it catches my eldest brother later.

This was the second thought that came to Tetsuta Kisaki's mind.

It’s hard for those two brothers.

He finally looked at the two big men "supporting" Ishida Hidenori on the left and right.

White teeth, so smelly!

Minoru Ichikawa frowned and looked at his colleague Yuuji Hirata, and was satisfied to see the same emotion in his eyes.

Madam, when will this work end?

In pain, the two men not only did not let go of Ishida Hidenori's hands, but instead pressed harder. It's already reached this point. As long as the eldest lady is satisfied, promotion and salary increase are just around the corner!

Ishida Hidenori wailed. He didn't know why he still stayed here. Even the tracks of the Central Line were so far away from him.

"Ishida-san, I feel relieved to see you are still in such high spirits. What a pity. I like your work very much. I believe I will see you hold the trophy next time."

The sweet words like the ringing of a firetruck came to Ishida Hidenori's ears. He turned his head in surprise, but all he saw was the back of Executive Committee Chairman Shigeru Hamato, and a sentence that slowly drifted away:

"I won't interrupt you chatting with your friends. I'll see you again later."

Who is their friend? ?

"Fuji"

Hojo Kyousuke walked to the entrance of the clubhouse with Mount Fuji painted on the top of the door, and saw Mitsuha and Shiba-senpai, who had walked ahead, waiting for him.

"Let's go, it's time for mom to wait impatiently."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled slightly and opened the door directly.

"Ah, Hojo-sensei!"

"Where there."

I don't know who noticed him first, and then a crowd of people surrounded him, almost squeezing him out of the door.

"Haha~ Let's go over there first."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu said, but did not stop here and walked to the left side of the venue.

Although everyone wore formal suits on such a day, the same suits on Kyosuke's subordinates were extremely conspicuous. Not to mention that their beast-like temperament was concealed, but they looked more like professionals after putting on suits.

On the contrary, Ichiro Hojo and Kyosuke Maki were standing nearby. They looked like they were attending a banquet. They all held a glass of juice or wine in their hands and had business smiles on their faces. Chatting with strangers, laughing heartily from time to time.

Although the presence of Hojo Kyosuke was not as noticeable, the three girls walking into the venue still attracted a lot of attention, including the three people surrounding Ishida Hidenori. But when they saw that the man didn't even look at it, they knew that Ishida Hidenori must leave it to Hojo Kyosuke to handle it himself.

Xisaki sighed and deliberately called one of the people eating and drinking over there to replace him. He then went to his eldest brother, helped him collect the business cards, and then wrote down those people who might be able to cooperate in the future, or Take note of those business invitations. Only in that kind of place can Tetsuta Kisaki's intelligence be put to good use. Onitsuka should be the one to handle such embarrassing matters as now.

But forget it, it would be bad if Hidenori Ishida was so frightened that he shit his pants.

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and casually dealt with the people he didn't know at all, while quietly pushing through the crowd and heading towards his parents and friends.

All those who stood in front of him felt an inexplicable force that almost pushed them down. This made them complain that the people behind Hojo Kyousuke were unethical.

After finally getting there, Onizuka, Hata Goro and others, each carrying a fruit plate, quickly wiped their mouths and skillfully formed a human wall to block the huge crowd.

"Brother, this cantaloupe is super sweet!" Onizuka reluctantly handed over the plate in his hand. He had collected all the cantaloupe on the table.

"Too sweet?"

Hojo Kyousuke took the plate with a smile, picked up a piece with his fingers and put it into his mouth, licking his fingers at the same time. Well, it's really crispy and sweet. It is completely different from the popular cantaloupe ice cream.

But I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I still feel like there’s a special smell on my fingers even though I’ve wiped them with wet wipes so many times. Well, it must be an illusion.

"That's not true. My teeth are in great shape!"

Onizuka grinned, revealing eight neat white teeth. His steel teeth can even chew bones to pieces!

His fierce expression immediately frightened the unrelated people who wanted to get close to him and immediately backed away.

Hojo Kyosuke returned the plate to the idiot and walked towards his parents who had stopped talking and looked at his parents with a smile.

"a!!!"

As soon as Kashiko, who was in Yukino Momoka's arms, saw her brother, she immediately shouted and opened her hands.

"Haha, my little Kashiko."

Hojo Kyosuke also opened his hand and stretched out his hand to hug Kashiko from Yukino's arms. During this period, he looked at Xueye's dark eyes under the thick eyelashes, and emotions were flowing in them. Even just one glance was enough for the two of them to express what they were thinking.

"It's been a long time since you've been home! It's been a long time since I've seen you, Kazuko! I miss you so much!"

Kashiko hugged her brother's face with two fleshy little hands and began to criticize him unceremoniously.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I miss you too." Hojo Kyosuke touched his sister's forehead affectionately.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Kashiko stretched out a hand and thought about his father next to him:

"The calf has grown up, and my father wants to sell it! That's what Kashiko left for his brother!"

"Dad is such a bad guy. He even wanted to sell Kashiko's calf and let grandpa beat him and let him sleep in the pasture at night." Hojo Kyosuke nodded repeatedly, looking serious.

"That's right, that's what mom said!" Kashiko also nodded repeatedly.

Well, my daughter is so smart. She can think so clearly at only two years old. She is indeed my daughter and has completely inherited my intelligence. Of course, it is impossible to have such a smart daughter without an equally smart wife.

My son is completely different. He can't even call me dad when he meets me. He is not as cute as my daughter at all. Even when he complains, he keeps shouting "Dad, Dad". Of course, the wife is not inferior to the daughter in terms of cuteness, or the daughter has completely inherited the wife's advantages in cuteness.

"Ah, that's great. It looks like Hojo-san's daughter will be a great person when she grows up." Tsuyoshi Aisaka said with a smile. Sure enough, he should have a daughter when he has a child. She is so cute.

"Hahaha, isn't that of course?"

Ichiro Hojo had no intention of being polite and admitted directly. If you were to praise your son, you would have to say something like "It's just good luck" and "It's all thanks to the help of your friends."

But the daughter. Well, it's already amazing that Kashiko can be so cute. The same goes for the wife. As a housewife, she can be so lovely and warm the heart of her husband while taking care of the home. She is simply the greatest person in the world.

"Kyosuke, you can play with Kashiko later. Your friends have been waiting for you for a long time."

Hojo Mikiko smiled and waved, while Misaki Megaku and Manjo Masuji quickly waved their hands and said it was okay.

When Hojo Kyosuke heard his mother's words, he handed Kashiko into the arms of Mitsuha, who had been watching eagerly for a while. The latter immediately hugged the little girl skillfully in a super standard posture.

After nodding to several writer, editor, friends and a few strangers, Hojo Kyousuke first pulled Mitsuha in front of his mother. The latter knew what he was going to do, his little face was full of tension, and even the cute little girl in his arms couldn't relieve it.

Although she had met Aunt Mijiko at Kyosuke's house before, the situation at that time was completely different from now.

"Mom, this is Sanye, you have seen it before."

"Yes, I have seen it." Hojo Mikiko looked at the girl in front of her, her voice was a little hesitant, and she felt that there was something familiar about her.

Seeing his mother skillfully pull Mitsuha up to the group of girls and start chatting, Hojo Kyousuke looked at his father and his friends with confidence.

"..."

The father and son looked at each other, then they both opened their arms and hugged each other fiercely, hitting each other on the back with a force that wanted to hammer the soul out of the body.

"Stop, stop, stop, I'm going to die if I hit you again!" As expected, Ichiro Hojo begged for mercy first.

Hahaha, Hojo Kyosuke secretly laughed in his heart, then turned around and gave Maki Kyosuke another bear hug. Even though they were wearing suits, it didn't stop them from expressing their thoughts in a more intimate way.

"Brother Maki is becoming more and more like a successful person." He admired sincerely. Maki Kyosuke himself is a very leader-like person. Now after going to university, his fierce temperament has become much more restrained. He looks as stable as his body shape.

"I don't want to be said like this by you, the youngest Grand Prize winner in history, and I will feel that I have forgotten to recharge my membership in my life!" Kyousuke Maki responded with a laugh, his eyes full of relief and pride.

"Haha, that's right. Just looking at Hojo, I feel the same way. But after asking for a long time, no one knows where to recharge the membership. It's really a low-quality game." Misaki Megaku continued with a smile.

"Compared to you, I have already lived almost half of my life, shouldn't I start my life again immediately?" The middle-aged man said, unwilling to be outdone.

"Haha, come on, Aisaka, you will definitely show off your virtuous wife at home again." Hojo Kyosuke said with a smile.

"Okay, I just feel like something is wrong." Wancheng Yaji screamed strangely, and immediately raised his hand to put it under Aisaka Tsuyoshi's wine glass to help him punish himself with a drink.

"Damn it, how dare I do such an outrageous thing in front of you," Aisaka said unwillingly.

…

A group of people who can be called the "Katsumi group" in life are pitiful against each other here.

Ichiro Hojo looked at the group of outstanding young people gathered around his son, a look of memory flashed across his calm face. No matter where you are or what you want to do, you cannot do without the support of your peers.

Just like when he was in Tokyo, he was full of enthusiasm and independent from the big law firms together with his friends in school. Like hungry wolves, he snatched orders from big companies from the hands of his predecessors and worked as high as a mountain and as high as the sea. Swimming in documents that are equally deep, pocketing money in and out of court, bathing in high-end wine in clubs...

Finally, return to a warm family.

Kyousuke, he's doing well in Tokyo.

Ichiro Hojo smiled and raised his cup and clinked it with the editor-in-chief Shimomura, who was about the same age next to him. His son's growth was not only in terms of achievements, he also did very well as a man. I have gathered so many outstanding partners with my own abilities.

Seeing that Hojo Kyosuke had entered another circle, those who wanted to join in the fun retreated angrily, and Onizuka and others also had time to join in.

"It's so powerful, brother! There are so many reporters and cameras, and the TV network broadcasts it live, it's so cool!"

Onizuka Eikichi said in a loud voice that he did not understand the value of this award at all, and even now he calls it "disso", but this did not affect him at all from the pomp here to see how awesome his eldest brother was.

"Yes, yes! Everyone in the support group should come here to have a look." Danma Ryuuji said something that made Hojo Kyosuke's expression suddenly change.

Just the few of you here are enough to scare people away from them. If all the members of your support group come together, the Metropolitan Police Department will send out a mobile team.

"Let's wait until I create an award in my own name to talk about that kind of thing." He smiled and did not refute. He could feel the joy of these old friends seeing him succeed.

"Wow! Not bad, Hojo Kyosuke rewards you?" Onizuka Eikichi's eyes lit up.

"Is it the novel award or the manga award?" Tetsuya Shimomura interjected.

"Maybe it's the Runaway Angel Award, right? The modified car is not suitable, so it's just a kendo competition?" Maki Kyousuke, who has always been mature and steady, couldn't sit still when he heard this.

"Hey, hey, that's too exaggerated. This has become a comprehensive award. Should we also add a Peace Prize?"

Ichiro Hojo said with a smile. He meant it as a joke, but he didn't expect that as soon as he said this, all his son's friends in black suits would light up.

"The Peace Prize is really suitable for a boss."

"That's right, being the boss of the Bosozoku has brought security to the place."

“Drawing cartoons gives students on campus the courage to resist bad behavior.”

"Writing novels alleviated the trend of homelessness."

"..."

Although he used to be a lawyer who told lies, Ichiro Hojo was still a little uncomfortable with the sight of rainbow farts flying in front of him.

Can't these young people tell that they are joking? Moreover, creating an award in your own name is easy to say and easy to do. It only requires a few simple documents. But that would be like proclaiming the founding of a country in a small boat in the vast ocean. If it cannot be recognized by the public, it will be a child's prank.

He looked carefully to see if these people were joking too. But he was surprised to find that even the editor-in-chief Tetsuya Shimomura next to him looked very interested, and even mentioned Tezuka Sho's name, looking completely serious.

Onitsuka Eikichi and Maki Kyosuke are already discussing the process.

Not only that, do these people really think that their sons can achieve that level?

Establish an award in your own name, so that people in the future will flock to it, and make winning this award your lifelong goal?

Just thinking about this kind of thing for a moment, Ichiro Hojo couldn't help but show the same excited expression as the young people in front of him.