Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Seeing that the guys behind were planning to use Ishida Shunori as a carpet to walk on, Hojo Kyousuke chuckled lightly, changed the direction and led everyone down.

The small group of reporters who had not been able to take pictures just now ran to him. One or two of them had already turned red before they started drinking. But yes, digging out big news may be more intoxicating to them than drinking the 14th generation Junmai Daiginjo.

"Hojo-sensei's friends are really straightforward."

The reporter from "Weekly Asahi" came up and said with a smile, he naturally wanted to ask these men who called Hojo Kyosuke "boss" and seemed not to be trifled with about their origins and their relationship with Hojo Kyosuke. But he wouldn't ask directly.

"Yeah, wow, I was shocked. I thought they were professional bodyguards." Hirota Yoshitoki from "Weekly Bunshun" also came up. As an old acquaintance, he naturally knew that those people were definitely not who they were. Bodyguard, but that doesn't stop him from saying so.

Other reporters nearby also joined in and used a hundred and eighty kinds of talking skills.

When Ichiro Hojo heard this, he was a little worried that his son would not be able to bear the flattery and reveal the true identities of his subordinates. Others can say that kind of thing, but Kyousuke himself can never say it. It's okay to say that the bosozoku are just children playing around, but if they are recognized as a real violent group, it will be a serious problem.

The old father took a step forward and was about to interrupt, when he heard Hojo Kyousuke had already spoken.

He laughed twice first, then casually pulled Hata Goro over and hugged his neck intimately.

"My partner has always wanted to be a policeman and serve people's names."

police?

When you open your mouth, it's me. I wish I could say one word and turn it into ten words like a police officer?

Several reporters were shocked by Hojo Kyosuke's shamelessness. Even Hojo Ichiro looked at his son in disbelief.

How could it be my son who said such stupid things?

"Yes, Hata Goro's goal is to join the Osaka Prefectural Police. He likes the tough case-handling style of the police there."

Someone continued with a smile. This is not a lie. Hatagoro not only likes the way the Osaka Prefectural Police handles cases, but also likes the more intense physical confrontation in the Neon Police Kendo competition. Obviously, as long as you can win, it's fine, whether it's with a sword or a fist!

"Hehe, I will continue to work hard."

Hata Goro smiled stupidly and touched the chestnut head.

Oh, Osaka Prefectural Police, that’s right.

Hirota Yoshitoki nodded. They were a group that had to wear uniforms when operating, otherwise they would not be able to distinguish them from members of violent gangs.

Hojo Ichiro nodded happily, "Very good, this is my son."

"This guy is also very powerful. He has been working hard to become a teacher." Hojo Kyosuke pulled Onitsuka Eikichi to introduce him.

"Oh hiss~ Please give me some advice. You are welcome to leave your daughter to me for education in the future."

Onizuka Eikichi opened his mouth to say hello with an unknown meaning.

The reason why I speak like that is to get closer to young people, so that students can communicate harmoniously with teachers. This time there was no need for Hojo Kyousuke to explain, Hirota Yoshitoki had already automatically thought of a reason for him.

Then he didn't dwell on this topic, for fear that if Mr. Hojo couldn't come up with a story later, he simply said, "You go back with my subordinates later, and he will explain it to you in detail."

The group of people left talking and laughing, as if they had completely forgotten that there was Ishida Hidenori lying on the ground.

But is that possible? Of course it's impossible.

Just as the staff of Honya Daeshang stepped forward to greet Ishida Hidenori, several reporters rushed over like sharks that smelled blood. But unfortunately, Hidenori Ishida's jaw was dislocated and he couldn't speak a word.

"Sorry, sorry, please give way."

Two smiling men squeezed into the crowd.

"Oh, Ishida-san, why are you drunk before you get home?"

"Really, Madam is very worried about you."

"You have to go home quickly."

"Yep."

While singing and harmonizing, the two set up Hidenori Ishida and once again shouted "Sorry" and squeezed out of the crowd. The whole process was so smooth that even the reporters didn't realize what was going on. When I chased him outside the door, I saw only a black car speeding away.

This is of course not to take Hidenori Ishida to Tokyo Bay, nor to send him out to sea to Myanmar, but to send him home.

Who doesn't know that those who talk a lot are good people, and they love sending other people's children and wives home.

One person was driving, and the two of them sandwiched Hidenori Ishida in the back seat.

Seeing that Ishida kept talking incomprehensible words with a frightened look on his face, the cleaning boy from Carbonated Animation Studio kindly comforted him:

"Ishida-san, don't worry, the pain will be gone soon."

Consultant Kisaki has already told me that with a simple click, Ishida Hidenori's chin will be restored. The main reason I don't do this now is because I'm worried about making too much noise, and I will help him recover when he gets home.

Boss Hojo is so kind. For such a person, he not only sent him home, but also helped him repair his jaw.

"Hmm! Uh huh huh huh!?!"

When Ishida Hidenori heard this, his eyes almost burst out of their sockets, and he immediately began to twist wildly.

"Don't move, otherwise I don't know what will happen."

The driver heard the movement behind him and said something in a cold voice without any emotion. Hidenori Ishida clearly saw from the rearview mirror that the driver's eyes wearing sunglasses were full of murderous intent.

Angry, scared, x...

"Sanada, you guy, you told me not to drive just after I got my driver's license!" the cleaning lady scolded with a smile.

…

On the other side, Hojo Kyousuke and others had already walked to the izakaya that Kasumigaoka Shiu had reserved.

It is a Showa-style building with a square body and small white rectangular tiles with a strong sense of age on the walls. At the underground entrance, a white fluorescent sign reads "Akasaka Yakitori·Phoenix".

Hojo Kyosuke looked at his mother and sister, and then at the group of girls behind him. When he turned to Senior Shiyu and wanted to speak, the latter spoke in advance.

"The venue has been booked."

Kasumigaoka Shiu smiled and dispelled her lover's doubts. Some of the neon izakayas prohibited minors from entering, and some prohibited preschoolers from entering. This is a stipulation made out of the characteristics of the store and is convenient for you and me.

"Soga, please excuse me." Hojo Kyosuke smiled and nodded. If there were other guests, he would have left his subordinates here and took his mother and other female relatives home to celebrate.

"The signboard looks delicious." Tsuyoshi Aisaka laughed, and he put his arm around Kyousuke Hojo's shoulders and started walking down.

The staircase leading to the basement floor is in line with the overall style of the building, a black old-fashioned spiral metal staircase. Standing at the top of the stairs, looking at the black paint on the handrail, Hojo Kyosuke began to wonder if it was the color formed by white being contaminated by blood for a long time.

After all, it is a bit embarrassing for a drunk person to climb such a flight of stairs steadily.

Before he could think about it, the people behind him started making noisy calls for him to leave quickly.

These guys can't wait to paint this staircase with new paint.

As soon as we arrived at the basement level, the unique "warmori" of an izakaya caught our eye. I don’t know if this is an all-day izakaya, or if it’s the power of money that allows the boss to bring his employees to greet big customers at the door at this point.

Hojo Kyosuke took a look and saw the words "Yakitori and Phoenix" written on the white curtain, which concisely and comprehensively stated the attributes of this izakaya.

"welcome--"

The powerful shouts made someone temporarily have the illusion that he was taking his subordinates to the headquarters of the Yakuza to express condolences. But fortunately, he quickly realized that those old men would not be so energetic.

He smiled and nodded in response, and then walked forward under the guidance of the waiter wearing work clothes with the name of the store on it.

When he reached the door of the private room, he turned to look at Senior Shiyu, his eyes filled with pain.

Why is it such a tatami style private room?

It is said to be a private room that can accommodate forty people, but in fact it is a large long room divided into small private rooms with paper doors. If necessary, all the wooden doors can be opened to connect them into one large room.

Each table can seat about six people, and it feels like a long street banquet. It feels like a neon class reunion.

Forget it, everyone wears deodorant anyway.

Hojo Kyousuke originally wanted to greet his friends to sit down, but to his surprise, everyone was so clear that he found his seat and sat down in less than two seconds.

The ladies all sat on the far left, while the men, especially Tsuyoshi Aisaka and others who had planned to have a big drink from the beginning, took the reporters and sat on the far right.

Hojo Kyousuke's mother, Hojo Mikiko, sat in the first place on the far left, and her subordinate was undoubtedly Sakura, while Kashiko was squeezed in between them. Opposite was Mitsuha Miyamizu. Before Hojo Kyosuke could decide where he wanted to sit, he heard Mitsuha discussing with his mother about grilled deer steak.

Oh, yes, Nara...

Mitsuha, who could happily eat venison in Hokkaido and take photos with his mother while holding up his ribs, went to Nara, a place full of deer. How could he stop further education?

I wonder if Yotsuba has realized the connection between food and food? During the day, I feed the fawn with senbei and touch its pointed ears. I eat a venison burger made from unknown relatives of the fawn at noon. In the evening, I eat deer short ribs. In the middle of the night, I can have a small kebab meal.

I believe that if this is the case, Siye will be able to understand the true meaning of her grandmother.

By the way, how could you forget Yotsuba at this time? And Yuzuru. In this case, Kato can’t miss it, and Yukinoshita can also invite him.

When Hojo Kyousuke came to his senses and was about to choose who to pick up, he already saw those guys from Onizuka looking at him with a large glass of golden beer in their hands.

What's even more frightening is that at some point, he also raised a large glass of beer in his hand, and the positions on the left and right were also occupied by Brother Maki and Kisaki.

What the hell, none of you guys can drink!

Hojo Kyosuke glanced at the reporter over there and quickly put down his glass.

"Buckwheat tea! Tartary buckwheat tea death!"

Onizuka, who was sitting opposite, saw his elder brother's actions and immediately picked up the huge glass of wine again and stuffed it into it.

Damn it, the brown one is oolong tea, the yellow one is tartary buckwheat tea, right, and the transparent one is white water?

Didn’t you see that the eyes of the reporters over there were so bright that they almost turned into light bulbs? After taking this sip, my old father will have to hold a press conference tomorrow to apologize.

Ichiro Hojo, who was holding his cell phone and typing away, felt a chill on the back of his head. He quickly raised his head and saw his son's concerned eyes.

He is currently sitting between two editors, and is being treated quite well. These two can be regarded as the outsiders here who most need to establish a good relationship with Hojo Kyosuke to prevent him from being pried away.

He nodded to his son, indicating that everything was fine, and then lowered his head to send a message to his former Tokyo partners, asking them to drop everything and have a drink immediately, and humbly introduce his incompetent son to them.

Thinking of this, he could no longer suppress the smile on his face. He couldn't help but raise his head and show a bright smile to his eldest son again.

Look, look, do you see Comrade Ichiro Hojo's innocent smile? Don’t you know that he is entirely responsible for my drinking? Can you bear to let him happily watch his son receive the award today, and then cry and apologize to the public tomorrow for failing to fulfill his father's responsibility?

At this moment, even the opening side dishes were not served on the table, but a drink was already placed in front of everyone.

Hiss, even if the alcohol content is not high, this is not how you drink it.

Hojo Kyosuke grinned. Although he didn't come to izakayas many times, he still knew that these people really didn't need to drink or eat. They could just sit down and drink two large glasses of beer.

He looked towards the end of the table. Over there, his mother and Sakura were looking at him. Under their influence, Kashiko, who was not sure why, was also looking at him steadily.

Oh, this is a banquet to celebrate your award, it’s time for you to speak.

If I don’t say it myself, then some idiot will do it:

"Today is a very important day. I believe everyone knows how important it is. If it were not important, we would not be gathered here. Since it is such an important day, I have a few words to share with you. Just a moment..."

Such annoying nonsense, although there is a high probability that this person will let Aisaka Go, who is his senior, take over.

He raised the oolong tea and stood up. Everyone looked at him. The reporters even took out their small notebooks and held pencils to start recording.

"Everyone, drink to win!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he drank the oolong tea in the cup in one gulp and sat down directly.

The short but powerful four words stunned everyone who was looking forward to what Hojo Kyosuke would say. Then they all raised their glasses and shouted:

"cheers--"

Hatagoro's shouting was particularly loud, as if he wanted to tell Onizuka Eikichi and others that he was now his elder brother's most capable subordinate.

After receiving a new cup of oolong tea from the waiter and feeling the slight coolness in his palms, Hojo Kyousuke realized something.

The people who can both represent themselves and drive have all been drinking.

If these drunk idiots hear the sound of the accelerator again, their heads will not simply turn into wood, but into teapots, and the next second they will try to see if they can climb the Tokyo Tower on a motorcycle.

But then he thought that he was no longer the person who could only ride a motorcycle wherever he went. Now he is "President (しゃちょう)"!

Although I walked here just now, there were still countless cars parked in the Meiji Memorial Hall.

But who should he ask to pick him up?

He looked around again, focusing on Mitsuha and Glass.

He walked over and sat down next to Glass, and he whispered:

"I want to take Yuzuru over to celebrate together?"

"Huh? Yuzuru just watched it on TV, and she asked me to help her say congratulations to Kyosuke-kun."

Glass was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then said quickly. When Yuzuru came to Tokyo several times, he asked Kyosuke-kun to go back to Minato City to pick him up. It was too troublesome for him. Yuzuru just needs to watch TV. At worst, I can bring her more gifts when I go back next week.

Who is Hojo Kyosuke? He knew what Glass was thinking in an instant. After pondering for half a second, he lowered his voice and said:

"I will also ask Siye to come with me. It will be more fun for the children to play together."

"Hmm~~That's it~~"

Glass blinked, and then the expression of rejection on his fleshy little face immediately softened, and his voice became a little floaty and silly:

"Then I'll let Yuzuru take the train to Tokyo by himself, and then pick her up at the station?"

"Okay, then you and Mitsuha take my company's car together. Now I can't leave here." Hojo Kyosuke nodded.

"No problem~~"

Glass's voice was still soft, and he clearly didn't drink, but he seemed drunk.

Kyousuke-kun’s heart is really soft~~

Seeing Kyosuke Hojo squatting next to Sakura again and talking softly, a naive smile appeared on Glass's round face.

Mitsuha’s sister is coming, so Niujiang’s sister is coming too~~~

Ah~~Kyosuke-kun, really, I, I definitely don’t care about these things~~

Nishimiya Glass thought she knew Hojo Kyosuke well enough, but she didn't expect that this tenderness would last until she was a hundred years old. She was sleeping on a hospital bed and listened to Kyosuke-kun saying to the doctor, "My wife has a little bit of appetite today." good".

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