Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Seeing Kenzo Chino back on stage, everyone present knew that the main event of the day was about to begin. The podium had been fully lit from before, while the lights below the stage were slightly dim, half forcing everyone to focus their attention on the podium.

For this year's Neon Mystery Writers Association Awards, a few well-informed guests already knew the final result, but more people didn't know. But at this moment, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, staring at Kenzo Chino on the stage without blinking, staring at the cue card in his hand.

Below the stage, Yamauchi Sakura and others who had already celebrated once were no exception. At this time, their faces were still full of tension and excitement, and their eyes shuttled back and forth between the podium and Hojo Kyosuke. Only Mitsuha Miyamizu, who had received some instructions from Hojo Kyosuke before, vaguely felt that something unexpected might happen.

"Mina-san, today..."

Kenzo Chino on the stage, after confirming that all eyes were focused on him, spoke with a smile, and the whole person fully interpreted what it meant to be in high spirits. Those who didn't know would think that he won the award. But it is understandable, after all, the number and quality of guests attending the award ceremony today far exceeded those of previous years, and these are all the achievements of him as the president!

Looking at the big guys below the stage who were far beyond his reach in terms of talent and power, looking up at him with respect, Kenzo Chino felt that his legs seemed to tremble, that was excitement!

"...Today, after the selection committee..."

"Wait a moment!"

A voice sounded very abruptly, interrupting Kenzo Chino's passionate speech.

Kenzo Chino closed his mouth in astonishment, and looked at Nishizawa Yang who stood up in disbelief.

This guy, he actually dared to do this!

This guy, how dare he do this? !

Kenzo Chino was not the only one who was surprised. The reporters who had already prepared their cameras to record the moment of Hojo Kyosuke's enthronement were like motorcycles that suddenly had their front brakes squeezed, and almost did a 360-degree front flip. When they recovered, they began to take pictures of Nishizawa Osamu and Tsuruta Masao beside him.

Wow! Big news! Absolutely big news!

Weekly Bunshun reporter Hirota Yoshitoki didn't care about taking pictures of Hojo Kyosuke at this time. He shouted wildly in his heart, while squatting and moving towards Nishizawa Osamu without making a sound.

The award ceremony was interrupted!

As one of the oldest literary awards in Japan, the Mystery Writers Association Award has never encountered such an accident! And the person who interrupted it was actually Nishizawa Osamu, who served as a judge!

The guests and participants in the audience also made a slight noise, and even with everyone's restraint, they couldn't help but talk about it.

On the side of Hojo Kyosuke's family and friends, his lovely mother, Ms. Hojo Mikiko, had a young and pretty face with no expression. This was unexpected to someone. He thought that his mother would at least remain elegant in front of Sakura, Eriri and Nitro's mothers, but this mother was so straightforward when it came to her baby son.

Hojo Ichiro held his wife's hand tightly, fearing that his wife would slam the table and throw the cup in anger. On the other side of the girls' table, Eriri's beautiful big eyes were full of doubts and confusion, and her little face still vaguely retained the previous excitement. Others, Yukino, Kato Megumi, etc., had similar reactions, only Mitsuha said in his heart, "As expected."

Similar to Mitsuha's reaction, Morimura Seiichi, who was sitting in the middle of the first row, slowly closed his eyes, and the words that Hojo Kyosuke said, "It's hard to persuade a dying ghost with good words" appeared in his heart again.

On the podium, Kenzo Chino glanced at Hojo Kyosuke with the corner of his eyes, and saw that he was still sitting in a very relaxed posture, as if he was not affected by the sudden situation in front of him at all.

Hiss——

You guy, the online comment about you as "a candidate with an excellent sense of relaxation" is not wrong.

Looking at the pairs of doubtful eyes in the audience, the president secretly gritted his teeth, cursing in his heart while looking at Nishizawa Yang and Tsuruta Masao with a sinister look.

Over there, Nishizawa Yang felt the gazes focused on him, and felt happy in his heart, but he still quickly bent down, supported Tsuruta Masao's arms with both hands and helped him up. This scene is too big, and the teacher has to do it himself, his small body can't handle it.

"... That? Teacher Nishizawa? Is there something wrong? If you need help, you can go to the right side of the venue, there is a fire escape..."

Kenzo Chino's eyes were sinister, and he barely tried to save the situation.

Nishizawa Yang naturally heard that this was his last chance. If he didn't get off the hill with the help of the donkey, it would be a real fight to the death. But he had no way back, so he just smiled and said that he had nothing to do, but that Master Tsuruta Masao wanted to say something.

Tsuruta Masao was very impressive, and the useless disciple beside him, Nishizawa Yang, was nervous and trembling under the gaze of hundreds of people, but the old man with triangular eyebrows still stroked his kimono leisurely, then turned around and bowed to the left and right and behind, and then slowly said:

"I am very sorry that I have wasted everyone's time because of my personal reasons. I am deeply sorry for this..."

I'm deeply sorry and you should shut up quickly. Kenzo Konno's teeth on the stage were almost broken. His eyes kept drifting towards Kyousuke Hojo. I expected this guy to perform immediately. He had shown it on the TV show. The magic of drawing swords quickly. But it is a pity that neither the former nor the latter went as he wished. Masako Tsuruta immediately fired at him after apologizing.

"...I heard from Mr. Nishizawa that one of the works in this year's selection was highly praised by many judges, but I personally have different opinions and I am unhappy about it."

What the old man with triangular eyebrows said was not apologetic at all. Just like the apology of most neon people, it was just a ritual. The timing of his attack was also carefully planned. He happened to be stuck before naming the final winning work. This was also a last resort to save some face for Chairman Kenzo Konno. If the other party was sensible, he should have changed the award immediately after he finished speaking. or.

Although his original goal was to use Hojo Kyosuke as a weapon to defeat Kenzo Kono and seek greater benefits. But political games have their own rules, and no one likes people who want to kill everyone.

"... Regarding the work "The Devotion of Suspect One person out of a hundred people owns this book. So I have a question, what is Mina-san’s biggest feeling after reading this book?”

Masako Tsuruta held the microphone he got from somewhere and spoke slowly to the guests. However, he obviously didn't want anyone to answer him. After finishing the question, he continued:

"In order to adapt to the trend of the times, President Konno has reformed the selection mechanism and added an online voting mechanism. Although I am already so old, I still don't want to be eliminated by the times, so I also join the trend. This is the voting website of the association. As well as comments collected from large domestic communication websites, let everyone take a look at what young citizens think of the work "The Devotion of Suspect X."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Nishizawa had already directed his followers to use a projector to start projecting on the back panel of the podium. It was the compiled comments.

"This is the most beautiful love I can imagine."

"Such a touching love story must be written by someone who has never been in love before! Mr. Hojo, please tell me that you have been dumped fifty times, and I will come to comfort you immediately."

"Redemption and love, giving without expecting anything in return. This is the best love novel I have read this year."

"For the first time, I don't feel that being a fat nerd is so disgusting. If it's someone as affectionate as Tetsuya Ishigami, then I can allow him to love me silently."

"Compared to the boring love between men and women, don't you think that Ishigami and Yukawa are the true love? That kind of silent tacit understanding, just an inadvertent murmur can sense the changes in your mood. Is there anything better than this in the world? A more compatible partner?"

"..."

hiss--

Hojo Kyousuke, who had been so elegant and calm just now, had to fight tooth and nail to suppress the urge to dig his toes through the floor.

He never expected that this old guy, Masajo Tsuruta, would be able to execute someone in public. At this moment, his scalp was numb with embarrassment. What's even worse is that Tsuruta still picked up the disgusting comments and read them out one by one. That old voice combined with the affectionate words was so torturous.

"What are you doing?"

Eiriri clutched Yamauchi Sakura's sleeve tightly and asked in a low voice. The latter tried his best to cover his mouth with his hands, trying not to laugh out loud.

No, Sakura, you can't laugh! The venue is so quiet at this time, everyone will hear you if you smile! Hold on!

"Oh, Sakura, stop laughing, something bad is going to happen!"

Ying Lili wrinkled her little nose and became more and more anxious.

"Don't worry, it's okay. Kyousuke is already ready."

Still Sanye couldn't stand it anymore, so she comforted her with a warm voice. But then she was met with a series of questioning by Ying Lili, which troubled her. How did she know what to prepare?

"Gentlemen!"

In the front, Masajo Tsuruta raised his voice:

"For a work that has entered the final selection of the Neon Mystery Writers Association Award, the deepest impression left on people after reading it is actually the deep love between the hero and the heroine? How ridiculous is this?"

Although the old man's voice was still serious, it was very emotional:

"A mystery novel relies on something other than reasoning to win. Everyone, do you think this meets the selection criteria? From Edgar Allan Poe to Edogawa Rampo to Matsumoto Seicho, and even the Second Society Even if everyone has their own opinions, no matter whose work it is, it will make readers feel like, "Ah, this is a mystery novel" as soon as they see it, right? Instead of reading the novel, start thinking, where can I find a man like this to love me? "

"Ha ha ha ha--"

There was a burst of slight laughter among the guests, and Hojo Kyosuke immediately recognized Sakura's laughter from it. After careful identification, it seemed that Yukinoshita Harano and Megumi's were also included? Megumi is very active when he is just pretending to be a fool.

Many publishers and people in the IP adaptation industry in the audience brightened up after hearing this. Mystery novels have a fixed audience, which is good, but how can it compare with the audience of romance films? Love is the common emotion of mankind! Think about it, it is obviously a mystery novel, but what leaves a deep impression on people is the relationship between the male and female protagonists, the male protagonist and the male supporting character. How touching these emotions are!

However, the guests sitting at the tables near the podium, the famous veterans of the mystery novel world, became extremely serious when they heard this, and each of them had a thoughtful expression on their faces.

Tsuruta Masao's green bean-like eyes quickly glanced left and right, and when he saw the serious expressions of many colleagues in the association, he secretly said in his heart that the big thing was done.

Let alone others, Hojo Kyosuke himself couldn't hold it anymore after listening to it, what he said was simply too reasonable.

Later, Eriri, who was getting angrier and angrier as she listened, and was about to turn from extreme anger to extreme terrorists, had already heard her little face pale, her little fists clenched, and trembled slightly.

What should I do? How can I help you, my Kyosuke? Go up and knock the old man unconscious with a stool? Or just turn off the power? Or let my dad ask the bodyguard to pretend to be a doctor in a mental hospital and take the old man away?

The girl's thoughts were confused, her lips kept whispering, and her changing expression made Yukino Yukinoshita amazed.

Suddenly, Eriri felt her thumb being held. She looked down and saw that it was Kashiko.

"Hey, little Kashiko-san, why are you here?"

The girl looked up at Kyosuke's parents and saw Aunt Mikiko with a sullen face. This discovery made Eriri feel much better instantly. It turned out that she was not the only one who was nervous! Oh no, what about Uncle Ichiro? Why didn't he take a good look at Kashiko?

Looking again, it turned out that the old father was holding his wife's hand tightly with both hands, comforting her softly with a gentle face.

Well, I thought Uncle Ichiro was joking when he said that Kyosuke was just an accidental product that affected their world of two people, but now he even threw Kashiko aside.

This father and son, really...

With a twitch at the corner of her mouth, Eriri picked up the little girl and sat her on her lap.

Hojo Kashiko twisted her little butt and felt that it was more comfortable to sit on Sister Shiyu's legs. But she was kind and didn't say it, but asked with concern:

"Eri, are you hungry?"

The little girl's voice was full of concern. In her view, Eriri was so hungry that her face turned pale and her hands trembled. She was so pitiful.

"Come and have some candy. Mom said that sweet things can make you feel better!"

The cute childish voice made Eriri feel much better instantly. She took a piece of cantaloupe-shaped soft candy and stuffed it into her mouth. As expected, a piece of wool pulled out from between her teeth. Well, this is another one that Kashiko escaped from his pocket. But at this time, she no longer had time to go crazy. (End of this chapter)