Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

In the girl's dream, a figure vaguely appeared. He stood on the stage. The spotlight and the eyes of the crowd were all focused on him. He was the center of attention and dazzling. All the beautiful words seemed to be created to describe him.

His figure was a little blurry. It could only be seen that he was a very tall person. The facial features were not clear, but it could be felt that he was a very good-looking person. There were waves of cheers, cheers and applause from the audience. Everyone was desperately expressing excitement, hoping to attract a little attention and get even a glance from him on the stage.

But he was not willing to show even a little generosity to those cheering people. He didn't care about them at all. He just swept everyone equally and never stopped. Finally, his sight stopped in one place.

In his eyes, it was me.

The corners of the sleeping girl's mouth unconsciously curved up. It was an extremely proud and happy arc. She was not calm and had no regrets, but only the purest happiness.

Ohashi Junko didn't know that her friend in the same room had already started to enjoy a sweet dream. Her face was shining with a white light, which was the light from the mobile phone screen. For her own happiness, she burst out with 180% effort. Even though she was very sleepy, she still insisted on looking for information to find the winning secret that could make the "sleep through hunger plan" successful.

If you get close to her screen, you can see a lot of names of information: "The Five Equal Stepfather", "I Became a Prize at the Carnival", "XX-kun I Hate You", "Is the Love That Can't Be Escaped Too Much"...

Ohashi Junko was extremely focused. The more she looked, the more energetic she became. The more she looked, the more excited she became. She was so hungry that she drooled.

And she was not the only one who couldn't sleep tonight?

The Golden Week itself was a time when merchants across the country went crazy. Local governments wanted to attract tourists to travel, and major shopping malls also began to promote promotions and activities crazily to welcome the office workers who were on vacation. Whether it was tourism promotion or shopping mall promotion, it needed to be spread through various media.

Even though there are countless video bloggers on the Internet who have given perfect travel guides, people who travel will still pick up a travel brochure at the station. Even though people are used to using their mobile phones to kill time on the subway, when they get on the Shinkansen to start a rare journey, they will still prepare a magazine that they may not even open as the first step to enjoy their vacation. Perhaps the act of touching the smooth pages of the book allows them to distinguish between daily work and vacation and leisure.

In summary, as long as it is close to holidays, whether it is newspapers and magazines or social platforms such as SNS, advertising fees will skyrocket. In order to make customers pay obediently, the media needs to make their products more attractive.

On days like this, newspapers, weekly magazines and magazines usually break out some scandals of big stars or scandals of politicians and congressmen as cover or headline news. Most stars and congressmen are also happy to let their assistants spread some unimportant news. Everyone is for traffic, which is equivalent to a win-win situation.

The annual award ceremony of the Neon Mystery Writers Association Awards is basically held before the Golden Week, so it will receive some attention, but only literary magazines will report on it, which can be regarded as a way to promote the book. Don't even think about getting a place in the most popular comprehensive and entertainment weekly magazines.

You may like to read that mystery novel, and you will be happy and surprised to hear that you have won the award, but you want people to pay attention to those middle-aged and elderly authors? What a joke, who has the time!

But this year is different. The winner of the 68th Neon Mystery Writers Association Awards is named Hojo Kyosuke.

"Tokyo Sports", formerly "National Daily", was once suspended, and then it was taken over by another company and renamed, and then quickly developed into a newspaper ranked in the top 100 in the world. However, although it is called sports news, most of it has nothing to do with sports. It goes without saying that if you really report sports news honestly, how can anyone buy it?

The Tokyo Sports Newspaper has become a newspaper giant with a sales volume of 2.4 million copies by doing crooked things. Except for a few news such as horse racing that proves its identity as a sports newspaper, all other news are all kinds of unofficial history gossip and celebrity entertainment news. They do whatever attracts people.

"Except for the date, there is no accurate report"

The loyal readers of the Tokyo Sports Newspaper describe the newspaper in this way. It is not known whether the angry horse bettors mistakenly believed the analysis of horse racing above, or whether the various sensational news above were easily confirmed to be fabricated gossip news.

The headquarters of the newspaper is undergoing the final review. Although it is already a complete entertainment newspaper, there are still many reviewers. Each person is responsible for a special section to ensure that no real news is published in their own newspaper.

Reviewer Kurokawa Yosuke took off his glasses and pinched his nose to cheer himself up. Next to him is Kobayashi, who has just joined the company. He is a very hardworking child and has already drunk his fourth bottle of energy drink tonight. Even so, the young man was still groggy and drowsy like a zombie. As for himself, he did not drink. As an old man who joined the company in 1972, he was already accustomed to the early morning in Tokyo.

Even if he had completely abandoned his professional ethics as a "journalist", when he saw the headline of the newspaper today... oh, should I say tomorrow, when he saw the headline of his own newspaper tomorrow, he still couldn't help but pick up the phone and dial the internal line.

"Hello, it's me, Kurokawa, today's headline, that... um, is that so, is it confirmed by the editor-in-chief himself? Hi! Hi... I see, um, just need to confirm that there are no typos, right? Got it... Thank you for your hard work..."

After hanging up the phone, Kurokawa Yosuke stared at the headline in a daze again.

"Arnold... Mr. Kurokawa, is there any problem? Time is running out."

Kobayashi, who was dozing off next to him, seemed to be awakened by the sound of the phone call. He sat on the chair and said carefully with his back bent. The moment he saw his senior turned around, he bowed and shouted:

"Private Ma Sai, I accidentally fell asleep."

The cattle and horses that should have been exploited actually dozed off on their own, leaving the senior to work alone. He really deserved to die.

Kurokawa Yosuke didn't mind. He was bullied by his seniors when he was young, so he could understand the difficulties of young people. Besides, he had been sleeping since the afternoon and just woke up. He had enough sleep thanks to Kobayashi.

"No problem, just confirm this report and submit it."

He explained:

"It's just..."

He hesitated a little. With rich experience, he knew that even if his newspaper had actually become an entertainment newspaper, if it was too outrageous and caused a huge impact, he didn't know whether the president and editor-in-chief would come out to apologize. But as the most easily replaceable consumables, they, the bottom-level employees, would be pushed out to appease the anger of readers.

Well, Japanese people read newspapers loyally, and they also require newspapers to be loyal to them. If readers are really angry, then those customers will really call and curse. "Go to hell" is already quite mild. The employees in the customer service department are the fastest in the entire company.

All departments are accustomed to sending employees who make mistakes to the customer service department, under the guise of training, but in fact they are just going to be scolded.

Telephone operators will not swallow their anger when they are scolded, and will naturally scold the person who caused them to be scolded.

There are also many threatening letters, in short, they are "terrible readers".

"This report..."

Kobayashi came over to take a look. In fact, he had already reviewed all the parts they were responsible for, and the senior helped him to confirm the insurance.

"Excuse me, is there any problem?" He asked puzzled.

"Huh?"

Kurokawa Yosuke widened his eyes, although he was still very young.

"Do you think there is no problem with this report?" He asked in disbelief.

Kobayashi picked up the rough newspaper and frowned and read out the title on it:

"Should I tell my mother that I won the Nobel Prize at the age of 16?"

After reading it, he looked at his senior in confusion and wondered:

"This is no problem, isn't this in line with the style of our newspaper?"

He joined this company because he had been reading the Tokyo Sports Daily since he was a child and was attracted by the absurd reporting style. Although he was very tired every day and struggled on the edge of sudden death every day, this kind of "eliminating correct news" work is really very interesting and happy.

Just like this article in front of me, it has real content, but it just happened to report from a false direction, which is really interesting.

"Kobayashi-kun..."

Yosuke Kurokawa said in a deep voice:

"Do you know what the Nobel Prize is?"

"Yes, Kawabata Yasunari has won it."

"Then do you know what it means for a 16-year-old child to win the Nobel Prize? Do you think that's possible?"

"Yes, it should be impossible, but aren't all our reports fake?" Kobayashi was even more puzzled.

"But making up is not making up! Too outrageous news will not only fail to entertain readers, but will make readers feel fooled and angry. Our task is to make readers smile knowingly and think, "Ah, it's really cunning, can you make up like this?" This is a line, and crossing it will kill people! ”

Yosuke Kurokawa said seriously that their unofficial history and celebrity entertainment news were all based on hearsay, and were exaggerated and abstracted. In short, they could all justify themselves. But the Nobel Prize in Literature at the age of 16... I really need to tell my mother and ask my family to take me to see a doctor.

"The Nobel Prize in Literature at the age of 16, readers will think, do you think I am a bastard? You bastards, how dare you tease me like this! Our newspaper's phone will be blown up, and countless people will curse us to death."

He emphasized:

"Xiao Lin, you don't want your parents to see your confession in the newspaper, do you?"

"..."

The young Xiao Lin was frightened by the words of his senior, but fortunately he had turned into a zombie because he had not slept more than three hours a day for a month, so he couldn't see it.

Seeing that his junior finally realized the seriousness of the matter, Yosuke Kurokawa's face relaxed and said:

"Go call the editor-in-chief to confirm. ”

This is a way of passing the buck. He didn’t dare to ask him to call the editor-in-chief, but if Xiaolin called, the younger generation would have to bear the brunt of the problems in the end. There was no other way. Xiaolin was still young and had no wife, but he had a wife and children to support.

Xiaolin subconsciously picked up the phone, but hesitated again the next second.

"But... Kurokawa-senpai, this report is actually not too exaggerated."

He spread the newspaper on the table between the two of them, pointed to the report on it and said:

"Kyosuke Hojo's sixteenth birthday has just passed, and he has already won the highest award in the mystery literature industry in our country. Even a person like me, who doesn't know much about the literary world, feels that he really has hope of winning the Nobel Prize for Literature."

Finally, Xiao Lin added: "

And Mr. Hojo really told his mother, and even took his mother to the hotel where the award ceremony was held for a big meal. Although we did not receive specific photos, online media reported it during the day. Such a genius, I even think we can use this title again this year, but then it should be..."

"Stop, stop, Xiaolin, do you know what you are talking about?"

Kurokawa Yosuke said coldly:

"It is true that if you win the Neon Mystery Writers Association Award at the age of sixteen, you must have great talent, and it is not impossible to win the Nobel Prize in the future, but just winning the Mystery Writers Association Award can already make people angry, you know What are the ages of the previous winners? None of them are under 30 years old!”

"..."

Xiao Lin's face suddenly had a trace of color at this moment, and he let out a sigh of realization.

"I know, I know, it turns out that Kurokawa-senpai, you don't know Mr. Hojo."

The young man finally felt relieved. He took out his mobile phone, searched for the words Hojo Kyosuke, and put the screen in front of his senior.

Information like a waterfall was displayed in front of Kurokawa Yosuke. Without exception, the name Hojo Kyosuke was mentioned, and the word sixteen was also mentioned frequently.

After a while, Kurokawa Yosuke let out a long breath.

"I just took a nap, why does it seem like a century has passed? Why has this country become so strange?"

"Not just us, probably all newspapers will report on Mr. Hojo tomorrow. The only difference is the location and length of the report."

Xiao Lin said with a smile that this kind of hot news, even if it is copied from other newspapers, must be copied, otherwise their customers will be lost.

After another ten minutes, Kurokawa Yosuke picked up the phone and informed that the review had been completed without any problems.

"Tomorrow's neon is going to explode."

He sighed, and then began to recall, when was the last time the national media caused a sensation because of a person? (End of chapter)