Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The shape of the dojo is a traditional neon martial arts dojo, which occupies a large area. Even if this is a suburb of Tokyo, it is not easy to own such a large dojo.

The entire dojo is surrounded by low white walls, which extend far and wide on both sides. However, the gate is different from the traditional dojo. It is unusually large and is probably large enough for tanks to enter and exit. The name of the dojo should have been hung under the green bricks on the door, but this dojo did not.

So far everything is normal. If that were all, the people from Haibin Comprehensive High School would only lament that the funds for this joint dormitory are really sufficient, and then excitedly go inside to join people from other schools instead of standing outside the door. They looked at each other at a loss.

"Are we really going in?"

A boy carrying a bamboo knife bag whispered.

"Yeah, you must have gone to the wrong place, right?" Another boy also said.

"It feels like a very bad place. If you go in, you will be killed, right?" A cute-looking girl said in a trembling voice.

Seaside Comprehensive High School is a comprehensive high school, that is, a comprehensive high school that combines general high school courses and vocational high school courses. The school was formed by the merger of three schools. The school occupies a large area and adopts a credit system for teaching. It is a popular school in the seaside area. Therefore, the student pool is very good, and the proportion of girls is quite high. There are five or six girls among the dozen or so people in the Kendo club alone. Of course, there are far more girls in the Sobu High Kendo Club than them, but the ratio is not as good.

The girl who spoke is in a general course, and the others are in vocational courses. They may become gentle childcare workers or caregivers in the future.

Everyone looked timidly at this time, looking at the building called "Dojo" in front of them, as if they were seeing a devil from hell with its mouth wide open.

The little transparent kendo club that had no presence in the school suddenly received an invitation to stay together. They were so happy that they even made snacks to share with the students from the opposite school, but...

Outside the courtyard of the dojo, the not-so-high wall was lined with odd-shaped motorcycles. The backrests were higher than the others, and the exhaust pipes were more flaring than the others. The colorful flags had messy slogans written on them. What about Gaara Wu Yong? i love you), the suffering of death at night (please give me more advice)... Those who don’t know may think that they have traveled to the era when the bosozoku were most rampant.

However, it is worth mentioning that these motorcycles are parked very neatly. Not only are the fronts of the motorcycles close to the wall, but they also seem to be sorted according to height, short, fat, and thin. Looking from a distance, there is a strange sense of beauty. If you have obsessive-compulsive disorder here, If you do, you will definitely ignore the strange decoration of the motorcycle and focus on the neat arrangement.

By the way, the exhaust pipes are also polished to a shiny finish, which is very dazzling under the early morning sun. I don’t know how much abrasive paste was used to polish them.

Not only the few little girls were at a loss, but the boys were also at a loss. As the head of the Kendo Club, Michiyo Yanagi frowned and didn't know what he was thinking. Naturally, someone who can serve as a minister will not be an ordinary student with no ability at all. In fact, being the minister of a neglected club is not much different from being the president of a popular club. The difficulty of the latter is that you need to work with a group of equally outstanding people. People compete with others, while the former has to work hard to lure new people to join and avoid the club being banned. If you think about it carefully, maybe the former is more difficult. After all, you have to keep encouraging yourself to prevent even the minister himself from wanting to quit the company.

Michiyo naturally knows how excited the members are to be invited to join the joint dormitory. You must know that the schools participating include Dongcheng High School, a traditional strong school. Kaiku High School is slightly worse, but it can also be regarded as a strong kendo school. If you can get the opponent With the guidance, maybe the swordsmanship will improve by leaps and bounds. If a long-term relationship is successfully established, it will not be so difficult to recruit new people in the next school year.

Thinking about this, while trying to remember whether he had made any mistake, he looked at the only person in the team who was not carrying a bamboo sword:

"Yusheng, did you really confirm it just now?"

The man called Yusheng is a boy with a fashionable Korean hairstyle. He is handsome and looks like he is not an ordinary person. If he puts a knitted shirt on his shoulders, he will be a returnee elite.

Hearing this, Yusheng raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to say:

"Sure! How could I get such simple information wrong?"

As he spoke, he raised his hands and circled them in front of his chest, as if he was turning a wheel or performing some kind of secret religious ceremony.

Michiyo listened to Yusou's words mixed with English, with an uncomfortable expression on his face as if he had constipation. This guy talks like this, why is his Mandarin score so good? Holding back the discomfort, he asked again:

"Are you dealing with someone from the Sobu High School Student Council or from the Kendo Club?"

Hearing this, other people in Haibin High School also looked over. This Yuseng was not from their kendo club, but a cadre of the student union, whose full name was Yusheng Jun. Because this is the first time that the Kendo Club has received an invitation to joint training from another school, in order to prevent them from not knowing the process (to avoid embarrassing the school), the student union specially sent out capable men to help in the future.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the unanimously favored candidate for the next president of the student union, Michiyo would have driven this guy away long ago.

"He's the manager of the Kendo club. He's a really good person. The scheme for this camp is really good, and the executive force is admirable. I'm looking forward to communicating with him later..."

Yu Shengjun was not as serious as the others. He was still twirling his hands in front of his chest while talking. The movements of his hands have a peculiar charm, a bit like Tai Chi. A big watermelon is cut in the middle and half is given to you and half to him. But Yusheng didn't seem to have any intention of giving away the watermelon, he just held it in his chest and rolled it over.

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The corners of Michiyo's mouth twitched. Although he didn't understand several words, it didn't matter, because he knew it was definitely useless nonsense and he already knew the information he needed. Unlike our own school, where students are contacted, Sobu High School is contacted entirely independently by the Kendo Club. The decision to invite students to stay together must have been made by the Kendo Club themselves.

"Did you just contact the manager? Don't you have the contact information of their minister? Otherwise, contact their minister in case the message is wrong."

"NO~NO~"

Yu Shengjun made exaggerated body movements and successfully attracted everyone's attention. Except for a few little girls who had confused expressions, the boys all showed uncomfortable expressions. It was obvious that they had been suffering from him for a long time.

"Sanchiyo has too little experience. I'm not blaming you, but you lack professionalism. Such activities are all handled by the club manager, whether it's contacting other schools or renting premises. , the schedule is all. Therefore, the question you raised is meaningless (meaningless), and contacting the other party's director will only expose our ignorance. But it is understandable, after all, there are too few people in your kendo department and there is no manager position. , it’s understandable that you don’t understand this, so I’m here to help you. But Michiyo-san and everyone don’t have to feel sad and discouraged. As a cadre of the student union, I will try my best to help you!”

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Now it's not just Michiyo and the boys, but also the girls in the kendo club are gnashing their teeth.

Knowing that we have no experience, why not let us take this opportunity to accumulate experience? They talk a lot about helping us, but why don’t they have any actual plans at all? What on earth did you say? ?

Michiyo's facial expression became a little ferocious. He took a few deep breaths and tried to tell himself that this guy would become the president of the student union next year. Even if he is a bastard, he is still a high-ranking bastard. If he is beaten now, he will definitely be reduced again next year. Club funds, so he tried his best to smile and said:

"Do you have any solution for Jade Rope?"

Poor Michiyo, his voice was extremely hard, as if he had swallowed a piece of hot coal.

As soon as these words came out, it was as if he had finally hit the radio waves. The handsome guy Yu Sheng's relaxed and comfortable expression finally became a little more serious and he entered a state of thinking.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Kendo Club of Haibin High School looked at their minister with admiration. They didn't know whether they were sighing that he could keep up with the rhythm of this jade rope, or thanking him for his self-sacrifice and dedication.

Three Thousand Representatives smiled with an ugly expression. Although many Japanese words are imported words, their pronunciation is almost the same as English. In other words, their pronunciation is actually much more standard than Japanese English. But deliberately mixing English words and speaking, the awkward feeling is really uncomfortable. This made him admire the jade rope. How did this guy enjoy it?

Yu Shengjun over there said after thinking for a moment:

"You guys wait here, I'll go check out the conditions inside."

Hearing this, everyone in the Kendo Club who had looked ugly just now was stunned. They thought that the elite of the student union would finally choose to contact Sobu High School to confirm the situation. After all, it was not a good choice to go back home or go to a place that looked very bad at first glance.

Unexpectedly, Yu Shengjun actually had some sense of responsibility and actually stepped forward to go in and explore the situation.

No wonder he is so popular in the student union. Although he is a bit strange, he is a good person!

Michiyo thought this way, stepped forward and patted Yu Shengjun on the shoulder, and said solemnly:

"If you are in danger, just shout loudly and we will rush in to save you."

This is a lie. If there is really a danger, they will definitely pretend to be passers-by. After all, there are so many motorcycles that they can't escape.

But now that Yuseng is so loyal, Michiyo feels that he should also say something powerful. But what he didn't expect was that the handsome guy opposite had a baffled look on his face.

"There is a fight two hundred meters away. I can definitely attract the police if I shout. Why should Sanchiyo-san throw himself into a trap?"

Everyone in the Kendo club looked in the direction of his finger, and saw that less than three hundred meters away from the dojo was the intersection of this area. It was a small house, with a golden sunrise hanging on the door, and a patrol policeman. The bicycle is parked at the door, obviously not abandoned.

This discovery made everyone's expressions become exciting again. Over there is Kouban, then... why are there so many Bosozoku motorcycles parked here?

Onizuka didn't hear this. If he had heard it, he would have staggered them with his huge chest muscles, and then asked loudly, "Is it illegal to ride a motorcycle? Ah? Is it illegal to have a party next to Koban? Is it illegal to park a motorcycle next to Koban?" What? If my motorcycle runs out of gas, I still have to go to the police station to ask for help!"

You are brave and resourceful, Michiyo sighed with admiration again, and at the same time, any embarrassment in his heart disappeared.

In the eyes of everyone in the kendo club, who looked like Narayama was sending his mother off, Tamato Jun walked towards the gate of the dojo in the middle of the motorcycles.

At this moment, a black car with a Shinagawa license plate slowly came from one end of the street. The elegant paint shines in the bright sunshine, without any trace of dust.

Several people who were originally standing on the road looking at the dojo quickly pulled over to avoid it, but what they didn't expect was that the black car drove slower and slower as it approached them, and stopped completely when it reached the entrance of the dojo.

what happened? Could it be that we are hanging around here too conspicuously and will be scolded?

I don’t know whether it’s out of love for children or simply a desire to show dignity, but Neon doesn’t lack the kind of adults who would teach students who look like they’re just wandering around on the street a lesson. Especially since they have been standing here for a long time, let alone nosy adults. After a while, the patrol police will come to see if they are lost children or guys who want to break in and steal things.

Well, of course, anyone with eyes and a normal mind would not bring the idea of ​​stealing to this dojo.

Doubts arose in the minds of the people at Haibin High School, and the elite Jun Tamanagi walked over without hesitation, ready to explain.

Under everyone's nervous gazes, the back door of the black car opened.

A long leg stepped out first, and then a super handsome guy suddenly appeared.

Um? Not a serious middle-aged uncle? Not a bald Yakuza?

Where did this handsome guy appear?

Everyone in Haibin High School was stunned, and even Yusheng Jun, who had put on a smile and was about to speak, was speechless.

Who is this guy? He's actually more handsome than me?

Yu Shengjun considers himself to be the most handsome and talented student in the 100-year history of Haibin High School. He never thought that today in this remote suburb, he would see a boy who crushes him in all aspects of appearance and temperament.

Yes, boy. Although he was riding in a black Toyota sedan that only old-school people like, the boy who walked out was dressed very young.

Not to mention the tough and handsome face, the silver-gray hooded sweatshirt, white cotton sweatpants, casual shoes, and refreshing short broken hair make him look like a high school male protagonist straight out of a comic.

The eyes of several little girls in the kendo club changed. The girl who was a childcare professional had even thought about how to take care of her own children in the future. (End of chapter)