Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"I seem to be extra."

Holding the fishing rod in his hand, Tetsuta Kisaki looked at the deep sea calmly, thinking so in his heart.

On the embankment on the left, four idiots formed a circle. They all had cold eyes and tensed muscles, ready to go all out. Inside the circle stood an idiot holding a fishing rod. His eyes were covered and the fishing rod in his hand was swung around like a whip. After these idiots confirmed that they could not catch fish from the sea, they invented this "land fishing" competition.

If the person holding the fishing rod swung a few times but did not hook anyone, he would immediately bow and apologize, and then obediently become a swimming fish and let someone else catch him. Because this game is too cruel and idiotic, they occupy all the space on the left, and people with a little better brain will not run over to become swimming fish.

And the space on the right with Tetsuta Kisaki as the boundary, in turn, is the Kuroda Kaito who is squatting on the embankment and vomiting crazily. Thanks to him, the sea in Xisaki's vision is no longer black, but colorful black, but unfortunately, no small fish are attracted, and his fishing rod is still motionless.

A little further away, there is an idiot who opened a can of beer and hung it on the hook to try to fish with beer, an idiot who used small fish for fish as a snack, an idiot who smashed ice cubes into the sea to try to fry fish, and an idiot who is... idiot.

Finally, there is Hojo Kyosuke, who is sitting on a small stool like Xisaki Tetsuta himself, holding a fishing rod.

Although we are both fishermen, he and I are different.

Xisaki thought so.

The big brother over there, with a fishing rod in one hand and a beer in the other, is sitting next to a high school girl wearing a tank top and hot pants, showing her white thighs and delicate arms. Happy laughter comes from between the two from time to time.

Behind the two of them is a new moon rising to the sky, and the picture is so beautiful that it looks like an oil painting.

The people in Atami City Hall would be ecstatic to take photos of such a scene. Using it as a promotional poster would definitely be more effective than spending hundreds of millions on advertising.

The bionic humanoid bait in the sea, wearing a life jacket and hanging on a fishhook, jumped up like a dolphin from time to time, holding a flashlight in his hand and a mackerel in his mouth. It was like performing an entertainment show for a man and a woman on the shore.

Xisaki calmly withdrew his gaze from his elder brother, feeling only a sense of loneliness.

Human sorrows and joys are indeed not connected. Happiness is theirs, and I just feel it is noisy.

He slowly turned the reel to recycle the lure, and the fishing line connected to the sponge drew a thin white line from this side. This mechanical movement can indeed relax the mind and is conducive to thinking. He felt that his brain seemed to be turning more smoothly, just like the reel in his hand.

So, there is a question now...

Xisaki's eyes looking at the sponge became deep, and wisdom flowed and brewed in it.

Why am I here?

Why am I here, five hours ago, when I was in Tokyo negotiating with the assistant of a famous Hollywood director to get a Japanese high school girl into the crew as a costume designer?

Four hours ago, I got the long-awaited vacation meeting, and I was determined to take advantage of this great opportunity to get rid of my virginity and get married immediately. Why am I here, holding a damn fishing rod to catch a damn fish that I can't catch at all?

Three hours ago, I was sitting in an izakaya, enjoying the soft whispers of the beautiful nurse Miss Samura, drinking with my companions, and I was ready to enjoy Miss Samura's meticulous service after getting drunk. Why am I here, holding a damn fishing rod to catch a damn fish that I can't catch at all?

At this moment, shouldn't I be in La Orella, a top-notch hot spring hotel in Japan that I spent 400,000 yen to book, enjoying the top-notch hot springs and massages, and then slowly enjoying the midnight snacks made by the chef whose ancestors once cooked for Tokugawa Ieyasu with Miss Samura, and finally starting a beautiful night in a state of tipsiness?

Why are we here, holding a damn fishing rod to fish for a damn fish that we can't catch?

Why, the fish in this water, in this sea, just don't bite?

What's more damning is, why are there mosquitoes on this embankment that is hundreds of meters away from the shore? !

Xisaki raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped himself in the face, and a ball of blood burst out. He swore that if he was not worried that mosquitoes carried viruses, he would have eaten the blood and mosquitoes together. Otherwise, he could not dispel his anger.

We are all air force, why can the big brother catch mermaids? And I can only be sucked by mosquitoes?

Yes, many people may not believe it, but there are mosquitoes in Japan.

It can be said that the memories of summer are the seaside, fireworks, yukata and mosquitoes. After the resurrection of all things in spring, mosquitoes also revive. Fireworks festivals are held at the seaside, riverside and other places with abundant water plants, so mosquitoes are naturally indispensable.

Mr. Lu Shuren has rich experience in preventing mosquitoes. First, cover the neck and the lower body with a quilt, and wrap the face with clothes, leaving only two nostrils for breathing. The air flows in and out continuously, and even the most thirsty mosquitoes cannot attack from here.

But this method is only limited to when the weather is getting cold and the quilt can be covered. When the weather is warm, if you stay in a historic hotel in the summer, there is no air conditioning, no screens, only an ancient and peaceful courtyard. It is too hot when the door is closed, and the mosquitoes cheer when the door is opened, which will be a disaster.

Kisaki Tetsuta, who had an excellent mind, had an extraordinary memory and clearly remembered that this was the thirteenth mosquito he had killed. According to statistics, a mosquito can suck 1.3570~1.4820mg of blood, but not every mosquito can suck blood all the time without being discovered, so each mosquito is calculated as 1mg, which means that it will lose at least 13mg of blood. , a girl’s visit to her aunt is nothing more than that.

Wait...why should I compare my own blood loss with a girl's physiological phenomena?

Xisaki squeezed the fishing rod's hand hard, and underneath her calm face was a broken and frantic heart.

"Ugh...Kisaki, do you have any paper?"

The Kuroda Kaito who continued to vomit next to him asked weakly.

"No."

With an indifferent reply, Kisaki kicked the guy who was polluting the sea away.

After another five minutes, after careful and calm thinking, Tetsuta Kisaki was sure that there was absolutely no way he could get rid of these idiots tonight, and there was a high probability that he would not be able to find the gentle, beautiful and soft-spoken Miss Samura, so he decided not to do it either. Make someone feel better.

Picking up the fishing rod, he walked towards the place where laughter and laughter continued, carrying a cup of special oolong tea.

"Hojo, drink tea."

"Oh, 3Q."

Hojo Kyosuke took it casually.

"Hey, wait, that's definitely not oolong tea! Don't drink it!"

Ayukawa Hana exclaimed and raised her hand, but as soon as her fingers touched the glass, the brown liquid was drank by someone.

Not even an eyebrow twitched, the person's expression was calm, as if he really just drank a cup of oolong tea, the kind with no bitter taste at all.

"..."

The girl lowered her head and looked at the "oolong tea" that was no longer so cold in her hand, and fell into silence.

However, Xisaki ignored them and squeezed in between the two of them. It didn't matter that there wasn't enough room for a chair. He squatted on the ground and started chatting about any topic.

"Speaking of which, do you need to deal with the group of racing gangs before?"

Hojo Kyosuke smiled silently, and he guessed Qisaki's little thoughts in an instant, but he didn't mind.

This guy just missed a strange woman he had only known for three hours, but he was forced to abandon a whole room of girlfriends to accompany them to fool around!

So he casually replied: "It's okay. Mr. Takasugi said he would help us get it done. His boss is friends with Chief Takenaka. If it doesn't work, we will notify him over there."

After he finished perfunctory, he didn't forget to tell Ayukawa Hana next to him about the interesting things that happened before. After hearing this, the girl started to complain, saying that when she went fishing in the sea at night, she often heard the noise made by the speedster gang, which scared the fish. Ran away.

"Actually, it's very simple to solve the problem of drag racing." Kisaki said calmly. He has also learned some pretentious techniques from his elder brother.

The two people next to them lowered their heads and looked at him curiously, waiting for his opinion.

"Actually, Neon is already on the right path. It is installing a GTR in the police car sequence. If the racing gang can't even outrun the traffic police, will they still dare to race?"

The corners of Ayukawa Hana's mouth twitched, and she turned her head to look at Mr. Hojo, realizing that this classmate Kisaki who had been unconscious all the way to the sea was no different from the others.

However, Qisaki mistakenly thought that the girl's eyes were expressing surprise to her elder brother: Wow! Mr. Hojo, your friends are all so wise.

So he frowned slightly and said very wisely:

"But this method has two fatal shortcomings. One is the funding problem. Even if there is sponsorship from a car company, it is not an easy task to equip so many high-horsepower cars."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded in agreement. The high-level inspectors had more money than they could use, but that didn't mean they had sufficient funds.

"Another point is that if you have a car, you need to have patrols with matching skills. Do you want to recruit those speed racing gangs to get away with their crimes?"

Kisaki calmly pointed out the shortcomings of this strategy:

“If these two points are not addressed, it will be wasted effort.”

"So, does Kisaki-san have a better way?"

Ayukawa Hana asked sincerely. She suddenly felt that Teacher Hojo, a friend wearing gold glasses, was indeed somewhat wise.

"Raise the speed limit!"

Kisaki said coldly.

"Raise the speed limit?"

"Yes! Nowadays, most expressways in Neon have a speed limit of 100, and ordinary vehicles will exceed the speed limit as long as they step on the accelerator. But have you heard that there are drag racing parties in Germany? No? This is ironclad evidence! Road sections with no speed limit occupy Sixty percent of the total mileage, how can it be speeding since there is no speed limit?”

Ayukawa Hana was dumbfounded as she listened to this sophistry, unable to think of anything to refute for a while.

"Pah, pah, pah—"

Hojo Kyosuke held the fishing rod between his knees, clapped his hands vigorously and praised:

"Genius! You are a complete genius, Kisaki! If you can't become Neon Prime Minister next year, I don't think everyone in the world will agree!"

After he applauded, the idiots from all directions on the embankment also applauded. Although they didn't know why they were cheering, there was nothing wrong with applauding.

Kisaki stood up, tidied up the non-existent suit in a reserved manner, then bowed to everyone in thanks, and then knelt down.

"In this way, the resources wasted on traffic police can be used for other things, such as adding two coastal patrol patrols to ensure the safety of night fishers."

He turned his head and smiled friendly at Ayukawa Hana, but the girl's head had already turned around and she said speechlessly:

"What we should worry about then is not the noise, but the speeding car that may break through the highway guardrail and rush into the sea at any time."

Her complaints caused Tetsuta Kisaki and Kyosuke Hojo to laugh. With their IQ, they certainly couldn't do such a nonsensical thing. They were just joking.

But Kyosuke Hojo liked serious nonsense the most, so he looked at Hana Ayukawa seriously and said:

"Do you know America? The beacon of freedom and civilization! In order for citizens to have the power to protect themselves, everyone has a gun. Many people think that this will increase the intensity and strength of crime and increase the cost of maintaining public order. There is no benefit except for arms dealers to make a lot of money, but it is not the case."

The platypus girl, who had been successfully mentally polluted, glanced at someone with her eyes and asked, "What else?"

Kyosuke Hojo smiled and said calmly: "The existence of guns makes even the weakest People can also have the power to resist when they are bullied. "

He turned his head to look at Ayukawa Hana and smiled:

"If you like to read gossip magazines, you must know that America and Japan are of the same lineage, and school riots frequently occur, but the difference is that America has more school shootings. From time to time, students carry M16s to school and shoot those who bully him, while in Japan... people usually choose "I will use my death to make you all guilty to death." "

This hell joke made Tetsuta Shisaki laugh out loud. A nerd like him was not bullied when he was a child, but for him, he could easily teach those who bullied him a lesson without a gun.

However, the expression of the platypus girl next to him was not so good. After all, you can never find a pair of eyes that have not seen riots in the whole of Japan.

Xisaki was unwilling to be left behind and started thinking: "Speaking of this, I have another idea. Aren't there often old men who rob convenience stores and want to retire in prison? Just do what I say and increase the sentence for robbery."

"Pa pa pa——"

"Genius!"

Hojo Kyousuke clapped his hands vigorously:

"It's decided. First, find someone to participate in politics and cancel the age limit for candidates. Next year, you, Xisaki, will be the prime minister!"

In the water, Onizuka Eikichi flew out of the water with a fish in his mouth and shouted loudly:

"Xisaki, don't forget to abolish monogamy!"

Ayukawa Hana, who was a little sad just now, laughed out loud when she heard this, and then also proposed several hell-joke-level Zheng strategies.

Just like the wind on the sea, everyone doesn't care about humans or this country, and everything is just a joke.

The platypus girl felt a little bit of the happiness of the girl named Yamauchi Sakura. (End of this chapter)