Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

As the tables in the venue were basically filled with people, the noisy scene just now disappeared, because the time of the press conference was approaching, and the media cameras had been turned on. The big shots were sitting upright and very reserved when talking. . Most of the attendees were holding up their mobile phones and silently taking photos.

Hojo Kyosuke's family members also sat down, the mothers-in-law finally let go of their daughters, the elders sat at one table, and the girls gathered at the same table. It was the first time for Nishimiya Yuzuru, Miyamizu Mitsuha and other little girls to participate in such a large event. However, Yotsuba, who was wearing two braids, still said harshly:

"What is this? How can I get excited because of such a small scene? If there is no city, how can I still be a witch?"

"Countryman" Nishimiya Yuzuru was shocked for a moment, thinking that Yotsuba's father was a high-ranking bureaucrat in Tokyo. He might have even participated in the National Assembly, and he would not make a fuss about participating in such an event with Kyousuke-nii like him. So she asked cautiously:

"Then... Yotsuba, what other events have you participated in that are bigger than this?"

Seeing the adoring eyes of other people's younger sisters, Yotsuba's vanity instantly exploded, and she said with her head held high:

"I used to be in my hometown!"

Nara, a thousand-year-old capital, is also a big city bigger than Minato, Yuzuru thought thoughtfully.

"Before the comet hits," Yotsuba continued.

Will everyone watch the comet together? Not only was it a big scene, but it was also so memorable. Yuzuru was a little envious.

"We are the whole town running away together. There will be many more people than this!"

Yotsuba finally finished talking about the biggest scene she had ever tried her best. She looked at Yuzuru Nishimiya with a beaming expression, expecting to hear an exclamation.

"Run, run away?"

Someone else's sister asked stammering.

"Yes! Yuzuru, you don't know how dangerous it was at that time. If you had run a little slower, you would have been smashed into a cake by the comet! When the comet fell, a big wave of air came over me, and I was blown three meters away. Far away!”

Yotsuba's eyes lit up as he spoke, obviously recalling the shocking comet.

"Si, Si Guoyi!"

The corners of Yuzuru's mouth twitched, and after a while he let out a standard exclamation.

Mitsuha Miyamizu looked on and covered her face, wanting very much to leave her troubled sister to her father. On the other hand, Yotsuba's two little followers, Koye and Sachiko, even though they had heard this story countless times, still exclaimed and asked questions with great interest:

"Did it really roll three meters?"

"How does Siye know it's three meters? Isn't it three meters one or two meters nine?"

"It's so annoying. Of course it's three meters long. I would roll it on Xuexueye's picnic mat. Her picnic mat is three meters long!"

Yotsuba put his little hands on his hips and said majestically. Her sister was a little shocked. She didn't expect her sister to have such a rigorous side.

This sentence caused misfortune and diverted the attention of the three little ones to Yukino Momori. Compared to Yotsuba, Yuzuru and the others were more willing to harass Yukino, a beautiful and gentle elder sister.

At this time, Hojo Kyousuke also came over, possessed Mitsuha Miyamizu and whispered:

"Some emergencies may happen later. Help me keep an eye on them and don't let them get too excited."

"What's going on? Do you need my help?"

Sanye did not agree, but asked immediately.

Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but slap his forehead after hearing this, thinking that his head was broken, how could he let Mitsuha calm down. When it comes to impulsiveness, Yinglili must be ranked first, but that guy is very timid and can only cause limited destructive power. Mitsuha is courageous and capable, and his strength is cultivated by himself.

So he had to try his best to explain a few words to calm Mitsuha who was already getting excited, and then turned to look at Sakura. Just when he opened his mouth to speak, he saw the girl giving him a thumbs up.

"bing~~"

Eight shining teeth show that Sakura Yamauchi knows it all, and you absolutely can't trust her.

Well, Hojo Kyousuke knew his girl very well and knew what she would do. While shouting no, he pushed Eri forward, who was standing there and bluffing, and handed her a handful. knife.

So looking at that energetic smiling face, he smiled happily.

Forget it, let them do it. Even if they are a little impulsive, they will just take it as a stand for themselves.

His eyes traveled around the round table, looking from Sakura to Mitsuha, from Eiri to Kasumigaoka-senpai, and from Glass to Yukino. Even the most harmless and cute little Glass among them would still be in his own way. The courage to stand in front of yourself when there is danger. It is really difficult to keep them calm, and no one can stop them.

As for letting his dear mother take charge of the overall situation, Hojo Kyosuke said that it is better to forget it. The mother also needs to be stopped. She will be sitting among many mothers-in-law and she can still maintain face for her son. If she is sitting with Eri Next to the pear, mom might take the lead in the charge...

Kyosuke Hojo thought so, and said goodbye to the girls one by one with a smile. As the protagonist of today, his seat is of course not here. There is also a place for him in the first row of round tables under the podium. The mighty team that entered the venue just now has dispersed. For example, the little star Kusaka Hero, even with the invitation of Kyosuke Hojo, still found a circle of people in the entertainment industry to sit down in a low-key manner. Otherwise, if he was photographed by the media, it would not increase his exposure, but he would be said to be shameless for trying to gain popularity.

When Kyosuke Hojo came to his table and sat down, before he had time to drink a sip of water, he heard an excited voice next to him:

"Teacher Hojo! I am your super fan!"

Super fan? Which antique is this dug out of the scrap heap?

Kyosuke Hojo was stunned, but when he turned his head, he had already sorted out his expression, and his smile was warm and sincere.

The man who came into his sight was a man with some naturally curly hair, who looked to be in his twenties and less than thirty years old, with eyes as pitiful as a puppy and a round nose. Compared with his business-like smile, the smile of the man in front of him was so warm and sincere. This discovery made him feel guilty and felt that his acting skills needed to be improved.

Moreover, his super brain ran around quickly, but he couldn't find the information of the person in front of him from his memory. But this is not right. He already knows all the people who can sit in the front row, just to prevent someone who doesn't know how to live or die from suddenly jumping out. But the man in front of him is not in his database at all, which makes him very embarrassed. He can't say "Teacher xx, I also like your xxxx work" at the corner of his mouth.

How can he repair it? Is the perfect polite words broken like this? Hojo Kyosuke is unwilling to accept it.

"Thank you, I like your work too."

Someone made up his mind and said this.

"Ah?! Really! Teacher Hojo?"

The man with natural curls was suddenly excited.

"Yeah!" Hojo Kyosuke affirmed. Even though he didn't know who this person was, as a writer who could participate in the Neon Mystery Writers Association Award, he must have a proven work, otherwise...

"Although I haven't started writing novels yet, I'm still very happy to hear what you said, Mr. Hojo!" Ziranjuan was even more excited.

Bastard, you're not a writer, you're a fan, right? Who taught you to be a fake!

Hojo Kyosuke's smile froze, but he quickly adjusted.

"I've loved mystery novels since I was a child. Since I first read Sherlock Holmes, I felt that becoming a mystery novelist was the meaning of my life. Edogawa Ranpo, Matsumoto Seicho... I've read all of their novels at least ten times!"

Ziranjuan talked endlessly.

Hojo Kyosuke originally wanted to ask why he hadn't started writing at such an old age since he regarded becoming a mystery novelist as the meaning of his life. Now there's no need to ask. He read one book ten times, and all his time was spent on reading books, right?

"...But, although I like mystery novels so much, I always feel something is wrong."

"Something is wrong?"

Hojo Kyosuke asked cooperatively. He looked up at the podium. There was still some time before the press conference, so he could chat with this fan. It was just right for the reporter to take a picture of himself making friends with many people. Win-win!

"Well, I know that detective novels and mystery novels all rely on wonderful tricks to make the works more interesting, but...this is a novel. If you want to make a novel interesting, you can't rely on that kind of technical things. Not everyone likes the fun of deciphering. Everyone is already very tired in life and work..."

Natural volume obviously has an IQ online. Knowing that what he said was a bit rebellious, he spoke in a very low voice.

"Then doesn't the social school created by Mr. Matsumoto Seicho meet your requirements?" Hojo Kyosuke asked.

"That's right! Mr. Matsumoto realized the popular reading of mystery novels for the first time, but that's still not what I pursue. What I want is..."

You are a water friend with high requirements. Even Matsumoto Seicho can't satisfy you, so who else can be taken seriously by you? Hojo Kyosuke complained in his heart.

"Until I saw your work, Mr. Hojo!" Ziranjuan said loudly.

Ah~~ It's me~~

"After Mr. Matsumoto Seicho, you, Mr. Hojo, have successfully achieved the second popularization of mystery novels!"

"Hey, keep your voice down!"

Kyosuke Hojo, who was in a state of excitement, did not forget to be low-key. This fan was really too enthusiastic.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?" Someone just remembered.

"Me? I'm Kotaro Michio, Mr. Hojo." Ziranjuan, oh no, Kotaro Michio said.

Oh, you head, don't say it as if I forgot it.

Kyosuke Hojo smiled and nodded, indicating that he remembered it, but this obviously did not satisfy this fan.

"Can you add me as a friend, Mr. Hojo!" Kotaro Michio handed over the phone.

Fortunately, I didn't smell the smell of a gay man from you, otherwise you wouldn't have watched the award ceremony, and you would have gone to the bathroom to be bullied now.

Hojo Kyosuke thought for less than a second before entering his account number and exchanging business cards.

"In other mystery novels, whether it's detectives or plots, all characters exist for reasoning and tricks, but in your works, reasoning and tricks themselves have become tools for characterization and plot advancement. This is incredible and great!"

Michio Kotaro's voice gradually grew louder, attracting some people next to him, well, that is, Hojo Kyosuke's friends Manjo Masuji and others.

Someone who had previously told fans to keep their voices down stopped now. This was to help him brag in front of his friends and that he was a truly good fan.

"When I read your work for the first time, I reached the climax. I couldn't wait to read it a second time without even having time to change my underwear." Michio Kotaro's eyes were shining.

"Have you really arrived at xx?" Wancheng Yaji asked seriously.

"Really, I still have photos to prove it." The fan who was questioned immediately took out his mobile phone.

"Did you intentionally or accidentally use Hojo's works as casting materials?" Takeya Aisaka asked seriously.

"Of course it's intentional!" Michio Kotaro was a little confused.

"I think you have the potential to become a mystery novelist. Our president should like you very much." Aisaka patted Kotaro on the shoulder.

"..." Hojo Kyosuke's mouth twitched.

"But this is the most criticized point of Hojo's works. Many seniors in the mystery novel world say that his works are too unlike mystery novels."

The last Misaki Megaku whispered.

"Doesn't this just illustrate the greatness of Mr. Hojo? Of course, creating a new genre cannot be smooth sailing. As I said before, after Mr. Matsumoto Seicho, Mr. Hojo is the second person to realize popular reading of mystery novels. Writer!" Michio Kotaro said nonchalantly.

"No matter how you say this, it is too exaggerated. Even I dare not say that Hojo can be on par with Mr. Matsumoto Seicho." Aisaka smiled.

"Where is this exaggeration? Isn't it easy to see from the sales volume of the novel? Among contemporary mystery novelists, no, contemporary novelists, who else has higher sales than Mr. Hojo? Sales of several million copies of a single volume , isn't this called popular? Let's not talk about "The Devotion of Suspect X". Mr. Hojo's new work "The Dream and Death of Writer K" is now on the best-seller list, right? Which mystery novelist can sell it? Compared with Mr. Hojo?”

Michio Kotaro took out his mobile phone and opened a website that counts book sales. On the sales list of new works above, "The Dream and Death of Writer K" is impressively ranked first, with a bright red flame behind it indicating that it is rising rapidly.

The three of them looked at each other and saw that the other party was hesitant to speak.

This...is this the popularization of mystery novels again?

I wanted to refute it, but it made sense.

"So, will Hojo's nickname change from "Heisei Style" to "Bestseller" in the future? "Aisaka said hesitantly.

""Bestseller"? Not bad, it suits Mr. Hojo very well! "

Michio Kotaro was the first to applaud. (End of chapter)