Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 652 Officially begins

As the tables in the conference hall were almost full, the noisy scene just now disappeared. Because the time for the press conference was approaching, the media cameras were turned on, and the bigwigs sat upright and were very reserved when talking. The ordinary participants held up their phones and took pictures silently.

Hojo Kyosuke's relatives also sat down. The mothers-in-law finally let their daughters go. The elders sat at one table and the girls gathered at another. Nishimiya Yuzuru and Mitsuha Miyamizu, who were participating in such a large-scale event for the first time, were very excited. However, Yotsuha, who had two pigtails, still said stubbornly:

"What the hell is this? How could I be so excited about such a small scene? If I'm so naive, how can I be a divine priestess?"

The "country bumpkin" Nishimiya Yuzuru was stunned for a moment, thinking that Yotsuba's father was a senior bureaucrat in Tokyo, and might even have participated in the National Assembly. He would not be as surprised as she was about participating in such an event with Kyousuke, so she asked cautiously:

"Well...Yoshiha, have you ever participated in anything bigger than this?"

Seeing the admiring eyes of other girls, Yotsuba's vanity instantly exploded, and she said with her head held high:

"It used to be in my hometown!"

Nara? It’s a thousand-year-old capital and also a big city bigger than Minato, Yuzuru thought thoughtfully.

"Before the comet hits." Yotsuba continued.

Are we going to watch the comet together? Not only is it a grand event, but it is also very memorable. Yuzuru is a little envious.

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

Yotsuba finally finished talking about the biggest scene she had ever experienced, and looked at Nishimiya Yuzuru with a beaming face and high spirits, expecting an exclamation.

"Escape?"

The other person's sister asked with some stammering.

"Yeah! Yuzuru, you don't know how thrilling it was. If I had run a little slower, I would have been smashed into a rice cake by the comet! When the comet fell, a huge wave of air surged over, and I was blown three meters away!"

Yotsuba's eyes sparkled as she spoke, clearly recalling the stunning comet.

"S, Siguoyi!"

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

Miyamizu Mitsuha covered her face while watching from the side, wanting to throw her troublesome sister to her father. However, Yotsuha's two followers, Kaori and Sachiko, even though they had heard this story countless times, still asked with great interest:

"Did it really roll three meters?"

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

"So annoying! Of course it's three meters. I was rolling on Xue Xue Ye's picnic mat, and her picnic mat was three meters long!"

Yotsuba put her hands on her hips and said with dignity. Her sister was a little shocked, she didn't expect her sister to have such a serious side.

This sentence diverted the attention of the three little ones to Yukino Momoka. Compared to Yotsuba, who is the same age as them, Yuzuru and the others are of course more willing to harass Yukino, the beautiful and gentle older sister.

At this time, Hojo Kyosuke also came over, leaned over to Mitsuha Miyamizu and whispered:

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

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

Sanye did not agree, but asked back immediately.

Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but slap his forehead when he heard this, thinking that his brain was broken, how could he let Mitsuha calm down. Speaking of impulsiveness, Eriri must be the first, but that guy is very timid and can cause limited damage. Mitsuha is courageous and active, and her fighting ability is cultivated by herself.

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

"bing~~"

The eight shining teeth show that Yamauchi Sakura already knows everything and you absolutely cannot trust her.

Well, Hojo Kyosuke knew his girl very well and knew what she would do. He pushed Eriri, who was standing there with a bluffing look on her face, forward while shouting "No" and handed her a knife.

So looking at that energetic smiling face, he smiled with relief.

Forget it, just let them be. Even if they are a little impulsive, just consider it as a statement of my stance.

He looked around the round table, from Sakura to Mitsuha, from Eriri to Kasumigaoka-senpai, and from Nozomi to Yukino. Even Nozomi, the most harmless and adorable of them all, had the courage to stand in front of him when he was in danger. It was really difficult to keep them calm, and no one could stop them.

As for letting his dear mother take charge of the situation, Hojo Kyosuke said forget it, his mother also needs to be restrained. Sitting among the mothers-in-law, she can still save face for her son. If she sits next to Eriri, she might take the lead...

Hojo Kyosuke thought so, and said goodbye to the girls one by one with a smile. As the protagonist of today, his seat was of course not here, but at the first row of round tables under the podium. The huge team that entered the venue just now had dispersed. For example, the little star Kusaka Hero, even with the invitation of Hojo Kyosuke, 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 attention.

When Hojo Kyosuke 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'm your biggest fan!"

Super fans? Which junkyard did you dig up this antique from?

Hojo Kyosuke was stunned, but when he turned around he had already composed his expression and his smile was warm and sincere.

The man who came into his sight was a man with naturally curly hair, who looked to be in his twenties or early thirties, with eyes as pitiful as a puppy and a round nose. Compared with his business-like smile, the smile of this man 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 worked rapidly over and over again, but he just couldn't find the information of the man in front of him from his memory. But this was not right. He already knew all the people who could sit in the front row, just to prevent some ignorant people from suddenly jumping out. But the man in front of him was not in his database at all, which made him very embarrassed. He couldn't say "Teacher xx, I also like your xxxx work" in his mouth.

How could this perfect polite remark be broken just like that? Hojo Kyousuke was unwilling to accept this.

“Thank you, I like your work too.”

Someone made up his mind and said this.

"Ah?! Really! Hojo-sensei?"

The naturally curly man's face suddenly became full of excitement.

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

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

Asshole, you are not a writer but a fan, right? Who taught you to fill in the gaps?

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

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

Natural volume talked incessantly.

Hojo Kyosuke originally wanted to ask, since becoming a mystery novelist is the meaning of life, why hasn't he started writing at such an old age? Now he doesn't have to ask, as he reads one book ten times, so all his time is spent on reading, right?

"…But, even though I like detective novels, I always feel something is wrong."

"Something's wrong?"

Hojo Kyosuke asked in a cooperative tone. He looked up at the podium. There was still some time before the press conference, so he could chat with this fan for a while. It was a good opportunity for the reporter to take a picture of him making friends with many people. It was a win-win situation!

"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 technical things. Not everyone likes the fun of solving puzzles. Everyone is already very tired in life and work..."

It was obvious that Tianranju was intelligent and knew that what he said was somewhat outrageous, so he spoke in a low voice.

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

"That's right! Mr. Matsumoto made mystery novels popular for the first time, but that's still not what I'm after. What I want is..."

You, as a fan, have very high requirements. Even Matsumoto Seicho can't satisfy you, so who else can you take seriously? Hojo Kyousuke complained in his heart.

"Until I saw your work, Mr. Hojo!" Ziranjuan said in a loud voice.

Ah~~ It's me~~

"After Mr. Matsumoto Seicho, you, Mr. Hojo, have successfully made mystery novels popular for the second time!"

"Hey, hey, keep your voice down!"

Although his heart was moved, Hojo Kyosuke did not forget to keep a low profile. It was really because these fans were too enthusiastic.

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

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

Oh my god, don't make it sound like I forgot.

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

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

Luckily I didn't smell any fag on you, otherwise you wouldn't have even watched the award ceremony and would have gone to the bathroom to be bullied.

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

"In other mystery novels, whether it's detectives or plots, all characters exist for the purpose of reasoning and trickery, but in your works, reasoning and trickery themselves have become tools for characterizing characters and advancing the plot. This is incredible and great!"

Michio Kotaro's voice gradually became louder, attracting some people nearby, including Hojo Kyosuke's friends Wancheng Yaji and others.

Someone who had previously asked fans to keep their voices down now stopped trying to persuade them. He is trying to brag about himself in front of his friends and is a truly good fan.

"When I finished reading your work for the first time, I reached xx directly. I couldn't wait to continue reading it for the second time without even changing my underwear." Kotaro Michio's eyes were shining.

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

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

"Did you use Hojo's works as spellcasting materials on purpose or by accident?" Oosaka Tsuyoshi asked seriously.

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

"I think you have the potential to become a mystery novelist. Our president will probably like you very much." Osaka Tsuyoshi patted Kotaro's shoulder.

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

"But this is the most criticized point of Hojo's works. Many seniors in the mystery novel industry say that his works don't look like mystery novels at all."

Finally, Misakimegaku whispered.

"Doesn't this just demonstrate the greatness of Mr. Hojo? Creating a new genre is certainly not a smooth process. As I said before, after Mr. Matsumoto Seicho, Mr. Hojo is the second writer to achieve popular reading of mystery novels!" Michio Kotaro said indifferently.

"No matter how you look at it, this is too exaggerated. Even I wouldn't dare to say that Hojo can be compared with Mr. Matsumoto Seicho." Oosaka Tsuyoshi said with a smile.

"Where is this exaggerated? Isn't it easy to tell from the sales of the novels? Among contemporary mystery novelists, no, contemporary novelists, who has higher sales than Mr. Hojo? Millions of copies sold per volume, isn't this considered popular? Not to mention The Devotion of Suspect X, Mr. Hojo's new work The Dream and Death of Writer K has also made it onto the bestseller list, right? Which mystery novelist can compare to Mr. Hojo in sales?"

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

Osaka Tsuyoshi and the other two looked at each other and saw that the other was hesitant to speak.

This... does this make detective novels popular again?

I wanted to refute it, but I think it makes a lot of sense.

"So, will Hojo's nickname change from 'Heisei Fengliu' to 'Best-Seller'?" Oosaka Tsuyoshi said hesitantly.

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

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