Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

With the quarrel between the deputy director of the kendo club and the president of the baseball club, the two gangs who had just worked together to defeat Hojo Kyosuke were about to start a war, this time because of him.

Koshien...

Hojo Kyosuke ignored the argument between the two people in front of him and began to think.

Even Tamaki Aobunobu, who dedicated his position as head of the kendo club to Hojo Kyosuke and aspired to win the national championship, just said that failing to win the competition would make Hojo Kyosuke embarrassed along with the baseball club, and he did not dare to look down on Koshien at all.

As the most popular sport in Neon, four thousand schools compete for a championship trophy. If you want to reach the top of the world, you must be undefeated. Just listening to it is enough to get passionate.

Not to mention his status in the eyes of neon high school students, even if he is no longer a high school student, after entering the society, hearing that his alma mater, which has never even won the county competition, actually rushed into Koshien, those social animals will be moved and slap him wildly. Check if you are dreaming.

As long as the pitcher is strong enough, he can keep pitching, one hundred pitches, two hundred pitches, strikeouts, strikeouts, strikeouts! Completely deprive your opponent of the opportunity to score. Even if my teammates are all trash, you just don't want to win and enter the hell of the playoffs together.

This kind of tragic hero is the most touching.

If Hojo Kyosuke wants to lead Sobu High's baseball club into Koshien, this is the situation he will face.

Even if he strikes out the opponent's batters in every inning, he will still have to throw 81 pitches in 9 innings of a game. If it's their turn to attack and they can't score a run, they will have to enter overtime. In 15 innings, his pitch count will be 81. To add 54, 135 balls, the robot would have to be scrapped. Not to mention that Koshien took more than two months from the qualifiers to the end, and the density of competitions was frighteningly high.

This is not only a competition of skills and strength, but also a competition of will and resilience.

It’s really touching when it’s touching, and it’s really tiring when it’s tiring. Even Hojo Kyousuke couldn't help but feel fear.

Although the kendo club has been training hard enough, the baseball club is even more exaggerated. They run around the school every morning and often go to a nearby shrine to jump up the stairs. Even so, their achievements are hard to describe.

When Hojo Kyosuke was thinking, the two people in front of him were already fighting in a ball on the ground. Fortunately, he waved the others away.

"We'll talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow. You know, I still have a club of my own." He kicked the two of them, indicating that it was over.

"Hatagoro, Mihashi, let's go."

He greeted his three friends loudly. Fighting was just for venting, and he had to enlighten Goro Hata, otherwise this brainless guy might really develop some kind of mental illness. At that time, Kuroda would have to let his sister Got it for compensation.

Hata Goro, who had always been smiling in the past, now walked over with no color at all except bruises on his face. The two people next to them, Mihashi Ryoma, also had expressionless faces, as if they were finally frightened, and they knew that even if it was such a happy thing as a brother falling in love, he shouldn't laugh too much.

"Hojo, which number do you want? No. 1? No. 7? Or No. 99..."

Baseball club president Tsuchiya Ryota still didn't give up and chased after him, but was quickly grabbed by Tamaki Aobu from behind.

"With your sharp eyesight, you will never let Hojo wear the jersey in this life." Tamaki sighed helplessly. The two have been friends since junior high school. He really couldn't bear to see Tsuchiya running down the wrong road.

"That's Koshien!" Tsuchiya Ryo hammered the wall too hard. He didn't have much time.

"Do you think Hojo cares about Koshien? He is tired of winning the national championship. He has won countless greater honors. Don't you have a TV?" Tamaki said.

"...That's Koshien..."

Tu Gu weakly hammered his friend and said in a frustrated tone:

"I really envy you. You can win the national championship while lying down."

"What are you talking about? This isn't baseball. Our kendo competition is a best-of-five series, okay? Minister Hojo can't defeat all his opponents by himself like he did in junior high school." Tamaki said regretfully.

"You bastard really plan to win by lying down."

"No matter what is wrong, never let it go if you can take shortcuts. This is Minister Hojo's life motto."

"Asshole, I really want to take a shortcut. Is my youth going to end like this!" Ryota Tsuchiya lamented.

"actually……"

Looking at his lonely friend, Tamaki Qingyan couldn't bear it. They are all in third grade and are about to pass high school. This year is the last chance, whether it's kendo or baseball.

"Asshole! Don't be hesitant. If you have a solution, speak up quickly!" Ryota Tsuchiya's eyes lit up.

Tamaki didn't speak immediately, but calculated the time. In fact, the time in Koshien in the summer highly overlapped with the National Kendo Competition, whether it was the preliminaries or the finals. In fact, not only these two competitions, but the heavyweight competitions of Neon High School are actually concentrated in July and August, so this season has an extremely special status in the hearts of high school students.

However, the kendo competition does not receive as much attention as the baseball game, and there are not so many TV stations reporting on it. However, this also brings a benefit, that is, the schedule is not as dense as baseball.

For the preliminaries in July, the three of them, Goro Hata, who can be regarded as the direct disciples of Minister Hojo, will be enough to cope with it. After all, last year's powerful Tojo City was already vulnerable, and the other high schools were all chickens and dogs, not the disciples of Minister Hojo at all. If the opponent is not good enough, Minister Hojo can appear in person.

As for the main event, the kendo competition starts on August 5th and ends on the 8th, and Koshien starts on the 10th, which is totally in time.

Well...as long as the player's physical strength and endurance are not considered, it's totally fine.

Well~ Minister Hojo’s physical strength and strength...

Tamaki Aobu touched the bruises on his face and made an affirmation despite the pain. Even if the basketball club came to join in the fun, it would be fine with Director Hojo. Maybe even tennis would be included!

With this thought in mind, he faced his friend's expectant big eyes and said:

"So you are stupid. The shortcut has always been there, but you just don't know it."

"As long as you can enter Koshien, I will introduce my cousin to you!" Ryota Tsuchiya showed his trump card.

"Your cousin? That ugly girl?"

"Idiot, it's the one you saw eating with me in the cafe last time."

"Huh!? Didn't you say that is your girlfriend?"

Tamaki Qingyan's eyes widened, that was a very beautiful lady.

"That's a lie. I just guessed that you would definitely ask me to introduce you, so I said that on purpose."

"Asshole!" Tamaki immediately rushed forward and grabbed his friend's neck. If this bastard had introduced him earlier, wouldn't his single life have ended long ago?

"Ahem, it's not too late now. I will enter Koshien and you will find a girlfriend before the end of high school. We will both have a bright future!" Ryota Tsuchiya shouted.

"Just an introduction won't do, you have to make sure I catch her!" Tamaki said, pushing further.

"How about I be your girlfriend?" Tu Gu rolled his eyes.

So the two happily reached an agreement.

"Actually, Minister Hojo didn't even plan to join the Kendo Club." Tamaki said softly.

"Nani!?" Tugu Liang was so shocked.

"Have you forgotten what Minister Hojo said before? He formed a club of his own, called the "Creating Happy Life Club". The content of the club activities is to do some happy things with the girls around him. It is said that he even wants to turn the club into The activity room is placed in his home. "

Gulu...

Tsuchiya Ryota was stunned by this operation. Although he had known that Hojo-kun was not an ordinary person, he did not expect that he could be so powerful.

If anything, this seems to be more attractive than the distant Koshien.

"Hey, hey, stop dreaming. What do you look like, Hojo looks like, who is your champion and who is Hojo's champion? Do you still listen?" Tamaki said helplessly.

"Although what you said makes sense, I..."

Tugu clenched his fists, glad that he had not yet come up with the ultimate trump card. He not only has a beautiful cousin, but also an even more beautiful cousin.

Etc., etc!

Tsuchiya Ryota's eyes lit up, since Hojo-kun is so lustful... ahem, if he likes beautiful girls so much! My cousin not only has a good-looking face, but also a good figure. Most importantly, she is also good at music. Who can say no to a girl who plays in a band?

He looked at Tamaki Qingyan, wondering if this was what his friend said.

"Then how did you convince Hojo-kun?" he asked eagerly.

"It's Miss Yamauchi." Tamaki Aoyan revealed the answer.

"Yamauchi?"

"So you are an idiot. You don't even know the most important information. Tell me what you can do." Tamaki lamented his misfortune and was angry.

"Listen up, this is an extremely important piece of advice for your life!" His expression was extremely serious.

"Um!"

"Even if you make Hojo angry, don't mess with the pretty girls around him! Because generally speaking, Hojo has a good temper, but if he messes with the girls around him, then..."

"So……?"

"When you ask this question, you are one step closer to hell. To explore this question is to die."

Tamaki Aobu's tone was gloomy, as if he was telling an urban legend:

"You don't want to know."

He didn't want to tell more about the story told by the Kuroda community, the story of an unlucky guy who didn't know whether to live or die.

Gulu——

Ryota Tsuchiya swallowed.

"Yamauchi Sakura, Minister Hojo's childhood sweetheart, she told us that Hojo didn't plan to join the club, and then we all went to Dogeza to request."

Speaking of this, looking at his friend's flashing eyes, Tamaki Aobu warned:

"Even so, I suspect that Miss Yamauchi has a lot of help behind the scenes. Otherwise, Hojo is not the kind of person who will be soft-hearted because of others. No one can coerce him."

"So, I'm going to ask Miss Yamauchi for help?"

"Yes, but this is not that simple. Miss Yamauchi will not let Hojo work so hard."

"Asshole, what should I do? Tell me in one breath!"

"Hmph! So you are an idiot. Have you ever heard of the Service Department?"

"Service Department..."

At the school gate, under the shadow of the trees on the roadside, a pure black motorcycle was crawling there like an evil beast. But when I got closer, I only saw two round car lights, which looked so cute.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Hojo Kyosuke took the key that Kisaki threw. He was out of school, and Kisaki also got off work.

"Let's go, I want to eat hot spring steamed buns from Gunma Prefecture for dinner today." He turned the key with his index finger and shouted to Hata Goro and the others.

"Ah~~ I'm almost hungry after the fight just now. It seems I have to ride faster." Although he said this, Mihashi Ryoma had no objection. He knew that his eldest brother wanted to take Hata Goro for a ride.

Gee, I’m really lucky. It’s been so long since I rode a bike with my big brother. I really miss it.

Hatagoro, let’s fall in love a few more times.

Qisaki looked at the crisp suit he was wearing and shook his head helplessly, but he couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

A low roar sounded. Hojo Kyosuke rode Rocket 33 at the front, and the four people behind him followed silently.

After passing through Suginami and Nerima, no one spoke before leaving the city, as if they were quietly listening to the sounds of the city.

After riding on the Kan-etsu Expressway, my vision instantly broadened.

There are no longer high-rise buildings on both sides of the road, but houses one after another.

The further away from Tokyo, the less sound there is. Apart from the sound of the wind whizzing by cars, there are only the distorted chirps of birds rushing past.

Dusk is approaching, and the sun is no longer enough to illuminate the road, but the moon has not risen yet. Only car lights can illuminate the front, but even hundreds of thousands of modified car lights cannot make people see the road ahead clearly.

Hojo Kyosuke still didn't speak. He didn't turn the accelerator very much. If he went any slower, he would be below the speed limit. He didn't bring Goro Hata to race. Being sad and racing together is tantamount to courting death. The step of venting has been completed in the Kendo Club, and this journey has another purpose.

The fully enclosed helmet isolates almost all wind noise, and the windshield is black and white asphalt.

The cities on the roadside gradually disappeared, and they were getting closer and closer to the mountains in the west. From time to time, large numbers of birds flew across the dark sky.

There were very few cars on the road, and occasionally one would disappear quickly without a trace, as if they were not in the same world.

It seemed like there were only the five of them left on the entire road and in the entire world.

Hojo Kyosuke's breathing became longer and his eyes softened. His eyes were still staring at the road, but his body had relaxed.

Light and temperature are simultaneously swallowed up by time.

Darkness and cold mixed together into one word - loneliness

It's as if he is the only one left in the world. In the endless darkness, people can clearly feel how insignificant they are, so loneliness turns into fear.

Opening his mouth wide, he wanted to shout as if he was suffocated. He desperately wanted to hear some sound, even if it was his own, so that he could at least feel that he was still alive.

But the light shining behind you and the friends around you let you know that you are not alone.

Then the urge to shout disappeared, and he even fell into a laziness where he didn't even bother to say anything.

This is how Hatagoro feels at this moment.

The turbulent emotions gradually calmed down. He didn't even look at the road, his eyes were fixed on the black figure in front of him.

It seems that as long as you follow him closely, you can easily go to the end of the world.

There was no roar of the accelerator, no strange screams, just deathly silence.

In the darkness, everyone could clearly see their inner thoughts.

As mountains rise on both sides, they arrive at Gunma, the ultimate secret place of neon lights.

After getting off the Kan-Etsu Expressway, the five of them came to a gas station, leaning against the wall, holding warm coffee. The heat was rising, but no one spoke, as if they were still immersed in the tranquility just now.

Hojo Kyosuke raised his head and looked at the brilliant starry sky. It was frighteningly dark and there were so many stars.

Although it is only over a hundred kilometers away from Tokyo, it is like two worlds, so beautiful.

Gu Gu Gu~~

A strange sound broke everyone's silence.

"Ah, I'm hungry." Hojo Kyousuke said calmly, but even though he said calmly, Kisaki and the others almost jumped up when they heard it.

Who doesn’t know that my eldest brother will go crazy when he is hungry?

"Hot spring steamed buns hot spring steamed buns! Go, go, go!"

Shouting, they got on the car again and headed to rob the steamed bun shop. (End of chapter)