Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Soft ramen noodles will be strangled by the thin threads. Not only can they not be woven into beautiful knots, but the threads will also be messed up."

Hojo Kyosuke Kyosuke raised his hand and made a very bad gesture.

"So, Xiaojing, if you want to get married, you must find a man who can withstand your fists! If your blind date is a man who can beat the thief away with one punch before you, then your blind date is still Will it fail? After defeating the thief, you can happily talk about fighting and beating people.

It's not you who's wrong, it's your blind date! "

His conclusions were well-founded and convincing.

Hiratsuka Shizuka was startled when he heard this. He unconsciously thought of the expression on his blind date's face as if he was looking at a monster after he punched the thief. In contrast, the brothers and sisters in the Aikido dojo heard this. Afterwards, Dali looked uplifted.

Yes, logically speaking, you should find a partner with similar interests. But why haven't I discovered this?

The woman looked thoughtful and after a moment came to a conclusion. Yes, it's all the world's fault.

Although the brothers and sisters in the dojo would applaud their actions, they would always dismiss the female students in the dojo whenever they gossiped at a dinner party. They would say something about looking for someone cute and gentle, and their voice would never exceed five. A very soft girl.

And what about the female students? Women who come to professional dojos to learn Aikido naturally have an unspeakable love for violence, but when it comes to choosing a partner, they are the same as men. They probably think "I am already good enough to fight, but I still need to find someone better than myself." What can I do if I am better at fighting? Do I have to beat myself up every day at home?" Thoughts like that, although one would admire brothers with strong martial arts skills, they excluded all those types of people from the criteria for mate selection.

Every time the party talks about novelists, math teachers, doctors, advocates, etc., the image of weaklings automatically comes to mind when mentioned.

No, my head is starting to get confused. I don't want to have a full martial arts show at home, but I also want to find someone who won't be afraid of my own martial arts. Isn't this a contradiction? Or should we just marry the practice dummy?

Hiratsuka Shizu's head was dizzy.

"As Xiaojing said before, as long as humans live in this world, they will unconsciously hurt others. We can't change this, but we can control it."

"control?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka repeated thoughtfully, not realizing at all that she, who was supposed to be the preacher, had become the one being preached.

"That's right, Xiaojing, what you said before is that since you regard someone as an important being, you must be prepared to hurt the other person. Then we can choose to treat people with a strong ability to withstand harm as important beings! Want more Think, but don’t mistake what you really need to think about.”

Hojo Kyosuke said.

Hiratsuka Shizu didn't reply this time, but waved her hand, indicating that she could think alone and that anyone who was in the way should leave quickly.

Hojo Kyousuke smiled with satisfaction, very satisfied that his mouth escape had become stronger again. Bowing slightly, he walked towards the door. And just when he opened the door, a voice sounded behind him.

"Submit a letter of apology tomorrow and reflect on the dangers of your actions last night."

"Okay." Hojo Kyousuke paused for a moment before simply agreeing.

Out of the corner of his vision, he caught sight of the hateful kid walking out of the door. Hiratsuka Shizu turned around and looked at the classroom door in a daze.

Think, but don’t mistake what you really need to think about?

Little Guitou, do I still need you to teach me about this kind of thing? First learn to close the door properly.

Complaints are complaints, Hiratsuka Shizuka's thoughts were not calm, and the door was still empty.

You have to be able to catch your own fists, but you also have to be gentle...

Doesn’t that kid from Hojo fit in perfectly? Is this guy hinting at something?

The moment this idea came up, Shizuka Hiratsuka himself was shocked.

"correct……"

"ah--!"

There was a sudden voice at the door, which scared Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was thinking so much that she almost jumped up.

Looking at the upper body, the broad chest and the handsome face leaning into the classroom, this woman felt inexplicably guilty of being a thief.

"Do you want the teacher to treat you to ramen?" She preemptively grabbed the topic.

"Huh? No. I just remembered something I forgot to say." Hojo Kyosuke raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"If you want to talk about the toilet, I will definitely beat you up!"

"No, I just want to say thank you to Mr. Hiratsuka. Thank you for working on my affairs last night. Thank you for tutoring me today."

Hojo Kyousuke grinned, revealing eight neat white teeth.

"Xiao Jing, you are the best teacher I have ever encountered!"

The bright smile infected Shizuka Hiratsuka instantly like a yawn. The corners of the great teacher's mouth turned up unconsciously. The smile overflowed from his eyes and he said dissatisfiedly:

"Just call me Mr. Hiratsuka in school, you rude brat."

"The name Xiaojing seems younger~~"

Almost as soon as the words fell, a blackboard eraser was thrown at Hojo Kyousuke. But unfortunately, this is a new generation of swordsman who has an invincible understanding of the "Three Masters of Kendo". How could he not have expected this sentence? That would irritate the women in the room. Before he finished speaking, he had already walked away.

Listening to the wanton laughter gradually leaving the corridor, Shizuka Hiratsuka still had a smile on her lips.

Being praised by a rebellious student like Hojo Kyosuke as the best teacher he has ever seen in his life, the moment of satisfaction can even make Hiratsuka Shizuka forgive him for constantly mentioning the topic of marriage.

Marriage... a competition to find a bride? Both civil and military? Teachers and students love?

No, I still have to save Xue Xueye from the fire pit.

Hiratsuka thought quietly, walked to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water to wake up.

"But if you really want to say it, compared to the toilet, the mirror seems to be a good wedding partner. Trim nose hair, make faces in the mirror, show off your figure with a narcissistic concave shape, squeeze acne...it is also more multi-functional."

Looking at herself in the mirror, the woman with a very clear head muttered to herself.

At the door of the bathroom, a black-haired girl stood with her arms folded in front of her chest, with sad pity in her light blue eyes.

Hiratsuka-sensei, can you finally stand the pressure?

Looking at the xx-year-old woman who included the toilet and mirror in the marriage partner and carefully compared the advantages and disadvantages, Yukinoshita Yukino felt extremely sad. Although Hiratsuka Shizuka likes to be nosy and likes to use words from cartoons to talk about truths, and the second grader looks like an elementary school student, this does not affect her being a good teacher.

Such a good and conscientious teacher, a good person who can get a residence permit in his ideal country, is he crazy because of something like marriage? Yukinoshita will never allow such a thing to happen!

With this thought in mind, the black-haired girl quietly stepped forward, and the cold and slender figure also appeared in the mirror. But what made her even more sad was that Teacher Hiratsuka was not aware of it and was still muttering something about "One punch." If you go by, the mirror will be broken and your hands will be injured. Wouldn't this become double domestic violence?" Such crazy talk.

Yukinoshita's eyes were sad, she raised her hand and put it on Teacher Hiratsuka's shoulder, comforting her softly:

"It's okay, teacher, marriage is not something to look forward to. You have to learn to think. All divorced people have been married before. As long as you don't get married, you don't have to experience a failed marriage. So, not being able to get married is a good thing."

Perhaps out of respect for the teacher, or perhaps out of kindness to the mentally disturbed, the cold voice of this girl who always spoke harshly was surprisingly gentle at this moment.

In the mirror, Shizuka Hiratsuka's confused eyes gradually sobered up, and her delicate head slowly rotated like a machine.

Seeing Teacher Hiratsuka's expression finally become vivid, Yukinoshita nodded happily, gave a beautiful smile without hesitation, and continued to comfort:

"Please cheer up, Mr. Hiratsuka. Compared with those teachers who become salary thieves after getting married, teachers like you who are responsible for school activities every day are the outstanding talents that students and society need."

To Yukinoshita's delight, Teacher Hiratsuka finally smiled under his own comfort.

"Yukishita, if you really can't speak, you don't have to force yourself."

Hiratsuka Shizuka groaned feebly as she clutched her painful heart.

"Um?"

Yukinoshita tilted her head in confusion.

"...Forget it, forget it..." Hiratsuka Shizuka waved his hand and left the bathroom like a zombie.

The mirror is no good and is totally unsuitable for a wedding. It is as frivolous as the toilet and will become foggy due to the heat emitted by the hot water. He is still a coward. When he sees someone poking his wounds with words, he will just laugh at the joke and show no sense of responsibility at all.

But Hojo Kyosuke really had a strong chemical reaction with Yukinoshita, each one's words were more hurtful than the other.

"Teacher Hiratsuka, where are you going?"

Yukinoshita asked following behind.

"Going home, after hearing those two words of yours, all my courage for the day has been exhausted. If I hear anything else, I'm worried that I won't be able to help but jump off the building." Shizuka Hiratsuka said without looking back.

Yukinoshita's Liu eyebrows frowned slightly, does it take courage to listen to yourself? But I was clearly comforting Hiratsuka-sensei just now.

"Well, please wait a moment, I have something to ask." Looking at the shaky figure in front of her, she shouted quickly.

"What?"

"Yamauchi-san said that Hojo Kyousuke is here to receive tutoring from Mr. Hiratsuka. I would like to ask if the tutoring is over now? Because there are some things in the club that I want to confirm with him."

Yukinoshita said, because it has been a while since school ended, even the tutoring should have ended, but Hojo Kyosuke has not come to the service department for a long time. Although it was fun to chat with Sakura and Glass over there, Yukinoshita's sense of responsibility drove her to find out what happened with yesterday's commission as soon as possible.

"Um?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka stopped and turned around. The white coat that usually fluttered upward was now hanging down as weakly as its owner.

"Hojo has just left. Didn't you meet him?" she asked doubtfully.

Yukinoshita frowned, what a bad luck.

"Maybe I took different stairs. I'll go look for it. Please excuse me, Mr. Hiratsuka." The girl bowed and thanked her before leaving.

"Wait, where are you going to look for it? It's easy to miss it. Don't you have his contact information? Send him a message or call him." Shizuka Hiratsuka said strangely.

"..."

Yukinoshita turned her face away without any trace, avoiding the probing gaze, and said in a cold voice:

"Of course I have Hojo's mobile phone number, but besides looking for him, I also have something I want to tell Mr. Hiratsuka."

"Yukishita, you actually have Hojo's mobile phone number? Did you ask him for it or did he give it to you?" Shizuka Hiratsuka asked in surprise.

Although mobile phone numbers are not commonly used, they are not easily told to ordinary people. When strangers get to know each other, they will first exchange SNS accounts, and then after inspection, they will further exchange LINE or email addresses, and finally the mobile phone numbers that symbolize friends. If you ask for the contact information of a strange girl and the other party simply gives her mobile phone number, you can even directly conclude that she has a good impression of her.

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't expect that the two of them had reached the point where they could exchange phone numbers.

"I refuse to answer this question. This is no longer a topic that can be discussed between teachers and students."

Yukinoshita's face that was originally dodging returned to normal, and she looked seriously at the gossip girl opposite.

"Tch, don't be so stingy. Apart from the teacher, I am also your elder." Hiratsuka Shizuka came back to life with full blood, walked over happily, and elbowed the cold girl crazily.

Yukinoshita pushed the old woman next to her away in disgust. She didn't want to admit this kind of elder who had a relationship with her sister.

Hiratsuka Shizu's lips were pouted even higher, with unhappiness written all over her face.

"So, what do you want from me? Come on, I'm going home to sleep."

"Yesterday the club received its first official commission, and today is the time to report the results. I think it is necessary to inform you." Yukinoshita spoke quickly, and she still began to regret why she didn't call Hojo Kyosuke directly. Even if he might be misunderstood that he couldn't wait, it would be better to face this childish Hiratsuka-sensei.

"Society? Commission? What is that? Why are you telling me."

Hiratsuka Shizu frowned and asked with great confusion.

It’s hard, the fist is hard.

Yukinoshita's silver teeth were clenched, and black lines appeared on her forehead.

Taking a deep breath, she told herself that it didn't matter, this was better. An instructor who had no sense of presence at all was better than an instructor who made strange requests every day.

"Nothing, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

There was no more smile on that cold and beautiful little face. She bowed slightly and quickly walked towards the stairwell.

Hiratsuka Shizuka stood there, frowning, thinking about what the commission meant and why he had to notify himself.

"Hey, wait a minute, I remembered! Service Department, I am your instructor!" While shouting, Hiratsuka Shizuka chased the strand of black hair flying up the stairs.

"No, I didn't forget. I thought of sending a commission before."

Seeing that Yukinoshita had no intention of stopping, Hiratsuka Shizuka quickly continued to shout:

“Really, I think about a lot of things that would be good for the community.

Hey, wait for me, Yukinoshita, do you want to be a club member or not? "

As if being chased by an evil ghost, Yukinoshita Yukino's pretty face turned pale and her steps became more hurried.

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