Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Hojo Kyosuke was not moved by someone's promise of a big gold watch. As someone who has long been accustomed to smartphones, he was extremely disgusted when wearing a watch even as a decoration.

It's very cumbersome when hitting people, okay? As for using the watch as a brass knuckles? Please, a mere pure gold watch, how can it be harder than his iron fist that has been tempered a thousand times!

So he smiled and perfunctorily said:

"You should keep your gold watch for Xisaki. He will definitely enter the Political Science and Law Department of the University of Tokyo, and then he will be your direct descendant."

Yes, there are not only many factions in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, but the largest faction, the Tokyo University Gold Watch Group, is divided into "legitimate" and "illegitimate". Graduates of the same Tokyo University, the Political Science and Law Department is the direct lineage with a red seedling, and graduates of other departments are not so pure in blood, and they are inferior to others when they enter the door.

This is the real study to change your destiny. You don't need any background. As long as you can successfully get into the Political Science and Law Department of the University of Tokyo and pass the civil service examination, then as long as you don't commit suicide, you can lie all the way to the highest reasonable position. As for ability? Solve the case? Chase the murderer? Not happening.

Hojo Kyosuke was still looking forward to it. As a deputy of a criminal organization... er, a reserve criminal... no, a support club that had turned from evil to good, Tetsuta Kisaki became a policeman representing justice. How interesting that scene would be. He was so happy just thinking about it.

Yukino would be desperate, right?

"Hahaha~~"

In the empty corridor, Hojo Kyosuke laughed to himself.

Naito Akifumi, who was about to continue lobbying, looked puzzled, and then saw the young couple gathered together to talk in private. After a while, Miss Miyamizu slapped Hojo's arm again in a sneer.

Bastard! Where on earth does this guy get so many jokes to make girls happy! ?

No, leave without saying anything!

The two old men stopped talking and walked to the front quickly.

Tokyo is the most comfortable in this season. The time of day and night is relatively balanced, basically half and half. People who like day and night will not quarrel. It was already sunset at half past six, and now it was already brightly lit at seven o'clock.

When the group walked into the lobby, the hotel manager immediately walked over with small steps when he saw Hojo Kyosuke. There was no other way. Even though there were many celebrities active in the hotel today, there was still no one as handsome as Hojo Kyosuke.

The beautiful chest manager had known about Hojo Kyosuke's award for a long time. Seeing the protagonist who was supposed to be congratulated at the award ceremony appeared here, she thought something had gone wrong. When asking questions, her tone was a little nervous, and she didn't look like a social expert.

Miyamizu Mitsuha, the narrator, saw it and thought, well, last time the Honya Grand Prize showed up a beautiful bookstore clerk, and this time the Reasoning Association Prize showed up a hotel manager. This man of hers really attracts bees and butterflies wherever he goes. The girl immediately reached out and took Hojo Kyosuke's arm, raised her head and stared at him with a smile, which clearly meant: Tell me, let me see how you pick up girls, and let me learn from you.

Someone was calm and composed, smiling and saying that the ceremony went well and that he would do something else, and thanked the hotel for its support.

The busty manager was relieved after hearing this. You know, in order to host the award ceremony of the Neon Mystery Writers Association, their hotel had started preparing two months ago. If the protagonist, Hojo Kyosuke, said something bad about the hotel in front of any media, it would have no effect on the hotel, and they, the staff, would definitely not be happy.

After bidding farewell to the busty manager, Hojo Kyosuke followed the impatient Naito Akifumi and continued to move forward. The latter wanted to tell a few jokes about the romantic encounter, but gave up after looking at Miss Miyamizu next to him.

When they arrived at the hotel gate, Miyamizu Mitsuha consciously let go of the arm that was holding Hojo Kyosuke. It was not because she was embarrassed, but because there were too many reporters squatting at the hotel gate. All the famous and prestigious reporters were invited to the venue to take close-up photos. Most of the reporters who were blocking the hotel entrance to feed mosquitoes were from unknown gossip magazines and tabloids with low circulation, or independent reporters and free media people.

Although these people are not powerful enough to go in and drink a sip of water, their power may be more terrifying than those of the giant newspaper groups in the venue. After all, since the reporters in the venue were invited in, they had to give some face to the organizers, and the articles they wrote had to satisfy everyone, otherwise they would not be invited next time.

However, these small reporters at the door did not have the ability to enter the venue to get first-hand information, so if they wanted to cheat sales, they had to do everything they could.

Just like now, Hojo Kyosuke and Mitsuha Miyamizu walked out of the hotel hand in hand. If they were smiling, the paparazzi's newspaper headlines tomorrow would be "Romantic nature, the mystery association award is not as good as dating with girlfriend, Hojo Kyosuke ran away with a beautiful girl at the award ceremony", and if they were serious, the paparazzi would write "Just took girlfriend to meet parents in the daytime, kicked out of the house at night".

In short, the integrity of the Japanese gossip media is unquestionable. It is a deep pit black hole that cannot be filled even if the Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean are filled in.

So Mitsuha was very obedient to loosen her hand and handed the stage to Hojo Kyosuke next to her. The girl knew that her lover was very good at dealing with such things.

The most important thing is that if the reporters took pictures of them holding hands and put them in tomorrow's magazine, Shiyu and the others would say that they ran away.

Sure enough, as soon as Hojo Kyosuke showed up, the reporters who had previously kept a long distance away immediately swarmed over, trying to put the black and thick microphone in their hands into someone's mouth, making someone's face look bad. It suddenly became dark, and I tried several times to show these guys what kind of demon without hands they were. But he still restrained his impulse. Although he could afford compensation and hire a lawyer, he didn't want these paparazzi to get rich.

Next to him, Akashi Naito frowned when he saw this messy scene. He was annoyed by these guys the most when he was at the Metropolitan Police Department, and he didn't expect that he would not have a free weekend. At that moment, he raised his hand to fend off reporters and escort Hojo Kyosuke into the car. The driver he brought had already driven the car in front of the hotel.

So shiny...

Mitsuha Miyamizu looked at the big gold watch exposed on Naito Akashi's wrist and secretly smacked his lips. This aesthetic is really ancient. One look at it showed that the Todai sect has a long history.

If Kyosuke really wears this watch, Eiri will laugh to death, right?

As the elite policeman of the gold watch group, Naito didn't care about these reporters, but Hojo Kyosuke couldn't handle it. He drove this guy aside with a casual move and faced the reporters with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for your concern. I am honored to win the award..."

He raised his hand generously to show the reporters the watch on his hand, and then said something about sharing his joy, which meant thanking a bunch of people. He indicated whether he would leave for a while, but the reporters did not surround him. Someone then slowly walked towards a black Alfa driven by Toshitaka Hirata.

As expected, the reporter also asked why Hojo Kyosuke came out at this time. After all, the award ceremony banquet above was not over yet.

Someone's smile didn't change, indicating that his master wanted to celebrate his award alone. When the reporters heard this, they asked themselves, "What is a "teacher"? The person who taught Kyosuke Hojo how to write novels? This is new information, so I immediately asked excitedly.

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and explained that he was his master in kendo.

"...Beichen Itto-ryu is an indispensable part of my growth. Without the normal school, I, Hojo Kyosuke, would not be where I am today..."

Yes, if he hadn't learned the unlucky Beichen Itto Style, he wouldn't have been nicknamed "The Handless Devil" as soon as he debuted. It's simply a dark history.

Although the reporters didn't know why Kyousuke Hojo's novel had won the award, but the kendo masters were invited to help celebrate, but they were still very excited when they heard the name of Beichen Ittōryu, and asked all kinds of questions.

At this time, Hojo Kyosuke also walked to the car door. Inside, Miyamizu Mitsuha was already sitting upright and fastened his seat belt, waiting for him to arrive.

"...Sorry everyone, the time is almost up. The seniors in the dojo are still waiting for me. It would be rude to go late..."

He apologized and moved his butt into the car. He spoke sincerely, but how could the reporter let him go so easily? Someone immediately came forward to put the microphone into his mouth, but this time Hojo Kyosuke did not No matter how polite he was, he directly pulled the car door over and almost cut off the unscrupulous paparazzi's hand. Finally, he opened the car window and said with a smile:

"If you still want to be interviewed, you might as well go to the Beichen Ittoryu main family dojo and Chiba dojo in Okemachi, Yaesu. Someone should be there to receive you."

Hojo Kyosuke finally smiled and waved, and then motioned to the driver to drive away.

Looking at the taillights of the black MPV, a few reporters standing there took a few photos of the car. Looking at the eyes that were rolling around, they might be thinking, "I've won a big award. I won't wait until the award ceremony is over." Kyousuke will..."

"What should I do? Should I wait here for Mr. Hojo's family and girlfriends to come out, or should I follow him to the sword dojo?"

A photographer asked his partner next to him. This was also a question asked by other reporters present. Today's protagonist is undoubtedly Hojo Kyosuke. If anyone fails to bring back a few photos of Hojo Kyosuke, the newspaper boss will tell him to pack up and get out tonight. Logically speaking, he should follow Hojo Kyosuke closely.

But according to the intelligence during the day, there were Hojo Kyousuke's parents in the hotel at this moment, as well as a lot of women who were close to him. This kind of information could make up a hundred bloody love stories just by hearing their names. How could it be missed? Even if they are all non-public figures and underage, they can still take a few mosaics and put them on the cover. The mosaics are more attractive!

"let me see……"

The partner pondered for a while and quickly made a decision:

"You continue to stay here, I will follow Hojo Kyousuke immediately and call the company to take another photo shoot."

"good!"

After my partner finished speaking, he immediately rushed to the side of the road to look for a taxi place. It was obvious that he didn't have time to take the subway leisurely at this time, and the boss would not refuse to reimburse him.

A few familiar paparazzi immediately followed him, shouting that everyone should carpool together and then take out the reimbursement money and drink together.

Hojo Kyosuke didn't know that those reporters had really followed him, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care. After all, it was a great honor for him to go to his family, so shouldn't it be right to cause some trouble? If I wasn't so good, why would they rush to find me?

Naito Akashi didn't care either, but squirmed like a maggot on his seat, and soon let out a comfortable moan.

"You're a guy who knows how to enjoy yourself. You're a high school student and you're actually equipped with a car like this. I wonder if I thought you were some old man."

The best official car for the Metropolitan Police Department is the Lexus. A car that pursues comfort like the Alfa is out of the question.

"If you can turn my dojo into a kendo training dojo for the Metropolitan Police Department, I will ask Kisaki to donate ten cars tomorrow." Hojo Kyosuke said casually.

"Then forget it."

After chatting with a few people, Naito Akashi began to tell Hojo Kyosuke in detail about the current situation at the family dojo.

Although it was not the most congested time on the roads in Tokyo after seven o'clock, it was not much better. It was enough for them to chat slowly from Minato City to Chiyoda District.

"...That's it. I don't know why. Those dojos all know the news that you are coming tonight, Hojo. They are all gearing up to give you a lesson. They say they want to teach you, an arrogant junior, a lesson. Even the top master in our dojo, Daidoji Shoji, said he wanted to compete with you."

Akashi Naito named the names of the dojo schools gathered at Chiba Dojo in Okemachi tonight, as well as the masters from all walks of life. His face was helpless when he spoke:

"I tried to persuade them and told them that Hojo, you are not arrogant at all. You are a good young man who is humble and respects his seniors. But they didn't know where they heard that you are invincible, and they all...sigh..."

Next to her, Mitsuha Miyamizu frowned slightly. She didn't expect that what Kyosuke said was true. There was actually someone waiting to kill him?

Is this okay? You actually want to chop my Kyousuke? !

The girl clenched her fists, regretting that she didn't ask Yinglili to bring the real sword.

The miko lady secretly made up her mind to go to the door and observe carefully. If something went wrong, she would immediately call Tetsuta Kisaki to mobilize a large force and let those idiot subordinates ride their motorcycles to flatten the Beichen Ittoryu Dojo. If that doesn't work, let dad call the special forces.

Ono Yamamura was also shocked when he heard this, but he was not shocked by the dangerous situation in the dojo, but he was shocked that his friend was so thick-skinned.

He knows that Naito has been promoting his reputation as a good disciple everywhere in the past few months, no matter whether the opponent is a kendo master who has won the top three places in the Neon Kendo Championship, or a police kendo competition. The wrestling champions all said something very forcefully:

"On April 27th, the Chiba Dojo in Hokutatsu Itto-Ryuube Town, Yaesu, is waiting for you all. Hojo-kun will let you know what true genius is."

Otherwise, why would those sect dojos and masters come to their own dojos at night to join in the fun?

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