Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The next day

Taito Hanada, a sales manager who came to Tokyo from Osaka on a business trip, drank until three in the morning last night to find customers.

"Really, it's rare to stay in such a high-end hotel, and all the time is wasted on sleeping."

Muttering to himself, Taito Hanada walked out of the hotel lobby in a daze. The feeling of hangover was really hard to get over. Even a well-trained warrior like him still found it difficult to adapt. He rubbed his eyes, and before he had time to adapt to the suddenly bright light, he was frightened by the scene in front of him and stepped back repeatedly.

On the small square opposite the main entrance of the hotel, one after another iron cannons were neatly arranged there, and the black muzzles were facing the hotel gate without bias, aiming at everyone who came out. Next to each iron cannon, there were soldiers holding naginatas to defend. The iron cannons were dense and the long spears were like a forest, and the smell of a whole iron battlefield was full of blood.

The sales manager, Hanada Taito, had his eyes almost popped out, and he opened his mouth and started screaming. His scream was even more terrible. Those iron cannons seemed to have locked onto the target, and the flames burst out instantly. Hanada Taito was so scared that he collapsed to the ground, closing his eyes and screaming.

He had already smelled the smell of black gunpowder, and the solid shells were about to smash him into a pulp!

"Sir? Sir, what happened? Do you need help?"

A gentle female voice came from beside him. Hanada turned his head and saw that it was the hotel manager he met when checking in yesterday. He was very impressed because she was so beautiful.

As for the name, it seems to be Meixiong? No, although the manager's breasts are indeed big, firm and perfectly shaped, how can someone's name be Meixiong? He is not a plastic surgeon. Thinking of this, Hanada's eyes involuntarily drifted down and looked at Meixiong's chest.

Oh, it turns out that her name is Misaki Jingzi. I said I'm not the kind of person who forgets everything when seeing breasts, but these two words are too close.

At this moment, this Misaki... beautiful breast manager has a deep concern on her beautiful face.

It's really worthy of being a high-end hotel, the service attitude is too perfect. Hanada Taito secretly praised in his heart, forgive his selfishness, at least in his heart, he still wants to call her by the most beautiful part of Misaki Yasuko. What Misaki manager, it's obviously a beautiful breast manager, he believes that this is a decision every man will make.

"Ah... nothing, nothing."

Facing such a concerned face and breasts that are about to touch his face, how can he say unbearable words?

"I was just hit by a shell, just a fatal injury, it doesn't matter."

Hanada Taito raised his thumbs, showing eight... or nine? Or maybe ten? Anyway, he showed a confident and reassuring smile. Although his teeth were not very straight, he wanted to show his heroism. The consciousness is firm.

Hearing this, Misaki Yasuko was stunned at first, then covered her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled lightly. It must be said that Hanada Taito's vision is indeed good. As a woman, Misaki Yasuko is really charming from every angle to become the lobby manager. A light smile can satisfy a man's self-esteem.

"Mr. Hanada is really humorous, but even if it is just a fatal injury, please get up and sit on the chair to recuperate slowly. I will pour you a glass of water first, and then call the hotel's health doctor for you."

Manager Misaki used his arm to cooperate with another waiter to help Hanada Taito up. Feeling the softness of his arm, the sales section chief said that it was good to be promoted. If he hadn't become the section chief, how could his business trip budget standard be able to stay in such a luxurious hotel.

When he stood up, the beautiful chest manager went to call the doctor, and he finally came to his senses. After a while, his head was a little clearer after the hangover.

Strange, was I hit by so many iron cannons?

He touched his body, and found that there was not a single wrinkle on the suit. That was the thoughtful cleaning and ironing service provided by the hotel.

Is it really not a big deal if it's just a fatal injury?

Hanada Taito widened his eyes, and his face was instantly filled with ecstasy. As a manga lover since he was a child, he certainly understood what happened to him. This was the golden finger! He was unscathed after being bombarded. He is at least a B-class hero in One Punch Man! In the real world, he is a unique S-class hero. Even Hojo can't beat me!

And not only the golden finger, but also the harem has appeared. The beautiful-breasted manager is the first harem. She is obviously a strong woman and will probably become a good helper in his career later. He was bombarded at the door of the First Hotel. Even if the hotel didn't die, it couldn't escape responsibility. He took this opportunity to take over this luxury hotel, and then played happy games with the beautiful-breasted manager in the luxurious office on the top floor.

A perfect protagonist template!

Just as Hanada Taito was ecstatically thinking about how to determine what his special ability was, a dissatisfied shout sounded at the door of the hotel.

"Baga, why are you yelling when you have nothing to do? I thought some big shot showed up so early, wasting my time to hand in the paper."

A soldier carrying a cannon shouted loudly.

Then Hanada heard another soldier carrying a cannon next to him say:

"Iida, you are still asleep, didn't you switch to a digital camera ten years ago?"

"Metaphor, metaphor, do you understand? My energy is very precious. The shutter must be pressed at the critical moment to keep it sensitive!"

"...You guy, that's a camera. Is it too late to turn it on at the critical moment?"

"So it's a metaphor. You don't have any humor at all!"

"..."

As he listened, Hanada Tito's eyes became deeper.

It turned out... those neatly arranged at the entrance of the hotel were not iron cannons, nor were the muzzles of the cannons pointed at him darkly, but cameras and cameras. What stands tall like a forest is not a spear or a naginata, but a boom microphone...

He himself was not even mortally injured.

The fire that bloomed just now was actually a flashlight.

So what was I doing just now?

Thinking about his actions of screaming and crawling on the ground just now, Hanada Taito's entire expression became unbearable.

Beautiful breasts... Manager Misaki must think I have a sudden illness, right?

Looking at Misaki Yasuko walking towards the end of the gorgeous hotel lobby with a doctor in a white coat, Hanada Taito just wanted to faint immediately, even if he immediately became a real psychopath.

With a wry smile, he pinched his temples, feeling that people should stop reading comics and novels when they grow up, otherwise they will always be like children.

I obediently asked the health doctor to check me out for a while, and received orders to have a good rest and use the hotel's massage service if necessary.

"...I feel ashamed to say it. Actually, when I saw the cameras and microphones of the reporters at the door, I thought they were soldiers carrying iron cannons and naginata. As soon as the flash light came on, I thought I had been smashed to pieces by cannonballs."

Looking at Misaki Yasuko's concerned expression, Hanada said with a wry smile. Now that he has a clearer head, he already knows that the reason why this beautiful manager cares about him so much, in addition to his good professionalism, is because he is worried that his sudden illness will cause trouble to the hotel. .

"Haha~~"

Misaki Yasuko covered her mouth and chuckled twice again. That smile did not make Hanada feel embarrassed at all. Instead, it made him feel that he was really an open and generous man, with a sense of pride in being recognized.

"Those reporters, actually it's not wrong to say that they are the military."

The beautiful manager said softly:

"The iron cannons and naginata can only kill people's lives, but the cameras and cameras in their hands can kill people's souls, so we can't drive them away and can only let them guard the door."

"Yeah, luckily I'm just a nobody. Otherwise, if the ugly behavior just now was posted online and seen by colleagues and friends, I would have died socially."

Hanada Taito nodded in agreement. What he didn't realize was that the complaint in his heart about encountering this place at the door of the hotel quietly dissipated a lot after Misaki Yasuko's words. But even if he found out, he probably wouldn't care. Having such a beautiful woman chatting with him in a gentle voice made even the pain of a hangover much less painful.

Feeling the change in the demeanor of the guest opposite, Misaki Yasuko chuckled in her heart and continued to use her words:

"Obviously, the event officially starts at three in the afternoon, but these reporters have been waiting here since eight in the morning."

This further places the blame elsewhere for guests being frightened at the hotel door.

"Activity?"

Hanada Taito repeated it in a low voice, feeling that the memory that was blinded by alcohol was reviving in his mind.

"Yes, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the Neon Mystery Writers Association will hold the final selection of the Grand Prize at our hotel. So the rooms in our hotel have been booked since the day before yesterday." Misaki said.

"The room is booked out!?"

Hanada Teito's eyes widened in surprise. This is not a budget hotel, but the "Tokyo Daiichi Hotel" located in Shimbashi, the core area of ​​Tokyo's Minato District. It is the flagship hotel of the large Hankyu Hanshin Daiichi Hotel Group. The hotel is famous for its gorgeous and noble style. Looking at the hotel building from the outside, the word "expensive" is not enough to describe it.

As soon as you hear the name Hankyu Hanshin, you will know what this group is about. A behemoth formed after the merger of railway groups, its business spans transportation, hotels, department stores, international transportation... and so on.

There is a saying in Osaka that "Hankyu is full of high-end, Hanshin is popular." This refers to their two department stores. After the two merged, they became Hankyu-Hanshin Department Store. The hotel industry is also booming. There are only eleven hotels in Tokyo, each of which is a luxury hotel. The flagship "Tokyo First Hotel" is actually full! ?

This shocking fact gave Hanada Taito no time to think about what he almost remembered just now, and he quickly asked:

"Although all the rich people in Tokyo are indeed concentrated in Tokyo, don't they all have homes? Why do they come to stay in hotels?"

"Hehehe~ Mr. Hanada is indeed very humorous. Of course everyone has a house, but just like you, don't you also stay in our hotel?" Misaki said with a sweet smile.

"Me? I'm not a rich person. If I hadn't just been promoted to section chief and had sufficient travel expenses, I would still be staying at a budget hotel. I will stay at the First Hotel because the travel expenses will be wasted if not used, and because Teacher Hojo will be here today. I am participating in the award ceremony, and I was wondering if I could meet him by chance to urge me to update.”

Hanada Taito said with a wry smile, and then he saw a beautiful smile suddenly bloom on the face of the breasts manager sitting opposite. That smile was completely different from the previous business-like smile, but unusually bright and full of surprises.

"Ah, guest, you also stayed in our hotel because of Mr. Hojo?" Misaki Yasuko said in surprise.

"So?" Huatian was confused.

"Yes, a large part of the guests staying in these two days are people who came from all over the world to attend the Neon Mystery Association Award Ceremony. Mr. John next to you is from the UK, for Mr. Hojo "

Misaki Yasuko smiled and gestured to the side. On a small independent sofa over there, a foreign man wearing a silver-gray suit and a delicate beard was sitting. The beautiful manager obviously knew that the Englishman John could understand Japanese, so he directly brought up the topic.

John over there saw Hanada Tateto's curious eyes and walked over generously carrying coffee.

"Good morning, the morning in Tokyo is so refreshing and refreshing. I am John Smith, I work in a publishing house." John with a beard introduced himself.

"Oh, my name is Hanada Taito. The cherry blossoms have already withered, otherwise you will see a more beautiful Tokyo." As the sales section manager, Hanada Taito is also very eloquent. He added at the end:

"You speak Japanese really well."

"Of course, that's why I was sent to Neon."

John was not modest at all and continued with a smile:

"I heard that Mr. Hanada, you also checked into Tokyo Daiichi Hotel because you wanted to meet Mr. Hojo? I'm sorry, are you also my colleague?"

"Peers? Publishing industry? No, no, my company manufactures home appliances. I want to meet Mr. Hojo just because I am his fan and I like his comics." Hanada Taito shook his head.

Hearing this, the smile on John's face became even brighter:

"Of course, of course, I am also a fan of Mr. Hojo. He is really a genius, isn't he? You and I, and the reporters outside, we are all fans of Mr. Hojo."

"I'm different from those guys. They only pursue Mr. Hojo for work. I have read every comic and novel by Mr. Hojo. I bought five copies of his latest work "The Dream and Death of Writer K" Come to the extra comics!”

"Yes, I can see that Mr. Hanada really likes Mr. Hojo..."

"No, who likes that guy? I'm here to urge you to update! When I see him, I will grab his neck and ask him when he will update!"

Hanada Taito said through gritted teeth.

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