Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The room that was lively just now became quiet again. Shizuka Hiratsuka lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

Only then did Hojo Kyosuke notice that the woman across from him was not smoking ladies' cigarettes.

It stands to reason that smoking by a beautiful woman will always give people a feeling of regret. In a tavern in a small alley on the outskirts of the city that is only open to regular customers, there is a big sister sitting alone in the corner of the bar, holding a brown whiskey in one hand and smoking in the other. The full red lips and dim eyes behind the smoke always make people imagine that this young lady must have an unknown sad past hidden in her heart.

The sense of confusion and dreaminess is simply poison, as beautiful and dangerous as a poppy, and the world's top wine tray is nothing more than that.

But Shizuka Hiratsuka is obviously not like this. This woman is beautiful enough. Her slender fingers look good even if they are holding ordinary cigarettes that are not so slender. Her long legs with her legs crossed are also very handsome. The look of her breathing in deeply and exhaling the smoke. Shows the charm of tobacco.

If the older sister who was full of stories was the sexy older sister who was immersed in sadness every day, then Hiratsuka Shizuka was an office worker who hurriedly found a Chinese restaurant after get off work, eating assorted fried rice, drinking bottled beer, and using nicotine He used alcohol to relieve the boredom and exhaustion of work, and watched the live baseball game on TV and complained loudly, "Hurry up and replace that bad pitcher."

Words like elegant and sexy cannot be said to have anything to do with her. She can only say that he is a qualified middle-aged uncle.

This is the magical thing about Hiratsuka Shizu. Even if there are so many charming and fashionable urban women around her, they can't make her change at all. She is as stubborn as a fire hydrant on the side of the road.

"I'm telling you, Mr. Hiratsuka, if you're really sleepy, go back to bed quickly and don't rely on smoking to hold on."

Hojo Kyosuke spoke, and he could clearly see the fatigue on the face of the woman opposite him. He was a little touched. This woman is really a good teacher. She has read books for decades in two lifetimes. This is definitely the best teacher he has ever encountered. Of course, there is no comparison with Yukino.

"Me? What about you?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka put out the cigarette she had only taken a puff of and put it out in the ash bag as usual. She looked up at the big boy opposite, her eyes were somewhat sharp.

"So you only took one puff and then snuffed it out for health reasons?" Hojo Kyosuke's thoughts wandered to a strange place.

"You will be completely exhausted and I will rest, but what about you? You are also very sleepy, right? The confusing love affairs of your subordinates, the racing fights between horses, the inexplicable cherry blossoms, and the battle with the Yakuza organization. Are you tired? I am not talking about the body. , is the heart.”

Hiratsuka Shizu ignored someone's nonsense and looked straight ahead, with a sense of oppression in her tone and content.

"Why would you do something like that? Ever since you became the leader of the Rampage Angels when you were in junior high school, you have never done anything so outrageous. You are not someone who likes to be in the limelight. What happened?"

Hojo Kyosuke was silent, glanced at the woman opposite, lowered his eyes slightly, and leaned back on the chair.

"It's not something worth talking to others. I'm already dealing with it." He said softly, which is why Kisaki is at school.

"So why is it so difficult to be a good teacher? It's because you guys are too stubborn!" Shizuka Hiratsuka said a little irritably.

"I am obviously mature and can see that you have troubles at a glance, so I want to help you and enlighten you, but you brats always think that you have the ability to solve all your troubles.

The kid always feels that the world is very small. He stands in the center of the world. He thinks that the time he sees in front of him is everything. He thinks that he can see the future at a glance. No one can understand him or help him. He holds the kindness of adults. Alienation, rejection and even disgust.

When they really can't solve the problem, they won't ask for help, but will go from arrogance to another extreme. "

The woman seemed to be getting more and more annoyed as she talked, and subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette, but unfortunately the box was empty, which made her more and more impatient.

She looked at the silent Hojo Kyousuke opposite, with angry flames in his black eyes.

"Obviously I am already a high school student, but instead of being cured, the second grade disease has escalated into the second grade disease. It's like having a brain problem. Do you think this kind of surliness abandoned by the world is cool? When you encounter difficulties, you pretend to be strong and see through the world. The look is really infuriating.”

"Kyosuke Hojo!"

A shout startled Hojo Kyousuke who was immersed in his own thoughts across from him.

"Even Ultraman Taro will ask Ultra Mother for help when he encounters difficulties. Why can't you rely more on the people around you!"

There was reluctance and anger in Hiratsuka Shizu's voice. The person opposite was not only a student with troubles in need of help, but also her friend, and she wanted to help him.

"You say that others are chuunibyou, but teacher, you are still using tokusatsu to give examples. As a Mandarin teacher, shouldn't you use it at this time..."

"Don't talk nonsense, show off your manliness and speak out your worries openly, and I'll help you solve them in one go!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka interrupted, saying that she was qualified to say this because she was really very manly. He crossed his legs and lit a six-star cigarette. Those who didn't know his posture thought he was a big man from Showa.

Hojo Kyosuke pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled tiredly. He didn't expect that he would be scolded like this one day.

"Teacher Hiratsuka will definitely become a good mother in the future." He sighed sincerely.

"Of course I will get married!" Hiratsuka Shizu immediately shouted proudly.

"Things are not what you think..."

"Then tell me what it's like. I only know that you were almost injured and almost died last night. Can you guarantee that you will win every time?"

"You may not believe it, but as long as the opponent doesn't stand thirty meters away and shoot with a semi-automatic rifle, I am invincible."

"...You little brat, am I discussing your fighting ability with you now? I'm giving you psychological counseling. Please be serious."

Hiratsuka Shizuka stared, and then whispered:

"What kind of rifle? Real or fake? Can you dodge within twenty meters? Isn't it harder to dodge?"

"No, at that distance, I can just throw the knife over and kill the opponent." Hojo Kyosuke said honestly. He had never really trained to dodge live ammunition.

Hiratsuka Shizuka suppressed her desire to invite the other party to the shooting range and tried to bring the topic back on track.

"I can feel that when you were beating up those people in Tujian Village, you were actually feeling very sad."

"No……"

"In order not to hurt the people around me, I choose to vent my inner shadow in a hidden place. I want to punch out the inner depression through my fists, and I want to find the answer, but I keep denying it."

Ah, I was so hurt from last night and so exhausted. More to come tomorrow.