Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

With the crisp sound of tearing paper, Ying Lili's divine fortune-teller sign with the big omen written on it was torn into two halves.

In the girl's shocked eyes, Hojo Kyousuke said with a smile:

"Even if it's a big evil, I will be the one who tears it off. Let the big evil come to me. Now this is my god's lottery, and yours is still waiting for you in the lottery tube."

He casually put the paper into a ball into his pocket, held the girl's thin shoulders with both hands, and turned her 180 degrees.

"Go ahead and draw another one." He said with a smile.

"But……"

Yinglili hesitated, the expression on her face was very complicated, happy, confused, questioning...

Can it still be like this? Will the gods be angry? Is it really okay to let Kyousuke get the bad luck for him?

"It's nothing, I like Daxi the most, Ying Lili, do you know that?"

Someone smiled evilly and gave the girl a gentle push. It's a pity that no one can understand his homophone, although the word "big evil" in neon language is basically the pronunciation of Chinese.

"Hey!"

Yinglili stumbled, turned around and glared at someone angrily.

"That……"

She thought for a moment, stretched out her little hand, and opened her white palm to someone.

"Where's the money? One hundred yen. If the lucky draw is lucky this time, I'll share half of it with you, just like it's offset!"

Hojo Kyosuke took out his wallet from his pocket, shook out a coin and handed it over.

So the girl ran to the lottery requesting place with high morale and joy.

Just when Hojo Kyousuke looked at Eri's bouncing back and smiled silently, a voice sounded beside him:

"Is this really good? The divine fortune-teller is a message from the gods. Even if the one you draw is a bad one, doesn't it also contain a good side?"

Hojo Kyousuke didn't turn his head, still looking at Eiri's back. That idiot had already picked up the lottery tube and was shaking it like a bartender. A queue quickly formed behind her, but in the face of such a serious Eiri, everyone forgave her.

Although it seems that everyone is afraid that Yingli will get a bad draw and then blame everyone present.

"What does it matter? As long as you are happy, don't you? Do you still believe in gods?"

Hojo turned his head and looked at the person beside him:

"What about you? What did you draw?"

According to Shintoism, if you do not draw a good lot, you must not draw it again. This is disrespectful to the gods. You can change to another shrine and draw lots, which is probably equivalent to denying the authority of the previous shrine, right? I believe in anyone who gives me good luck, which is a pragmatic belief.

Yukinoshita Yangno held the paper between his two fingers, shook it gently, and said casually:

"Good luck, my luck has always been very good."

"Really? Congratulations."

With a casual and perfunctory remark, Hojo Kyousuke didn't say much, and his eyes wandered around the small square of the shrine, looking for the girls.

Sakura was also queuing up at the place asking for signatures, Mitsuha followed Yotsuba, and neither sister asked for signatures. It's not because the gods he worships will be jealous. After all, he has made a wish before. Instead, Siye said very firmly:

"My shrine hasn't made any money yet, so I can't let other shrines make money from me in vain."

This little guy is really determined to make money from the shrine.

After confirming that everyone was fine, Hojo Kyosuke looked at Eiri again.

Oooh, is this the end of bartending?

He watched Ying Lili holding a bamboo stick in one hand and pulling at the wall of the small box with the other. After taking out the signing paper, the expectation on her delicate little face immediately darkened.

Hahaha, are you really so unlucky?

Hojo Kyousuke laughed in his heart and walked over, while Eiri also walked out of the place asking for signatures with a sad face.

"Kyosuke..."

The girl's crying voice sounded, and she weakly raised the paper with a small hand. The word "big evil" was extremely conspicuous.

Whose god is this? Is bullying my Yinglili so fun? What do you really need? If you play homophonic jokes again, you will be deducted!

Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but stretched out his hand and was about to tear it apart again, but Eiriri's little hand suddenly retracted.

"Tear-"

Two slender white hands pinched both sides of the God's Lottery, and easily smashed the big evil.

"Shit!!"

Yinglili sniffed and cursed angrily.

As if she still wasn't relieved after tearing it in half, she tore the paper into pieces with a few more blows.

"You said I'm going to have bad luck? Huh! I'll tear you apart first!

Baga! Baga! Baga! "

Her Royal Highness the Princess began to curse the gods in a murmur, and her words were thick and thick.

"Hahahaha~~"

Hojo Kyosuke was stunned for a moment and then laughed loudly, "Very good, you are indeed my princess."

However, although you look handsome when you break feudal superstition and scold the gods, you look really lazy when you squat on the ground to pick up trash, honey.

Eiriri tore the Goshin Stick to pieces cleanly, but her quality was far superior to that of Hojo Kyousuke and she quickly squatted down and started picking up garbage, cursing and cursing while picking up.

The tiny pieces of paper were very difficult to pick up because they were stuck to the sun-scorched ground. You had to use your fingernails to clasp the edges to pick them up. After a while, Her Royal Highness's delicate little hands turned gray, which made her even more angry. The more he cursed, the more energetic he became.

Hojo Kyouzai laughed even louder, but he was very happy in his heart. He felt that the two consecutive big disasters would not make this fool sad, right?

After reading the joke for a while, he found a little witch who was selling souvenirs in the square. She borrowed a broom in a gentle voice and swept up the paper scraps on the ground without being able to find them.

"..."

Squatting on the ground, holding paper scraps in one hand and dust in the other, Ying Lili raised her head and looked at someone silently.

Hojo Kyousuke winked and smiled mischievously. He was teasing Eiri on purpose. This guy is soft-hearted and timid, and he is the kind of fool who can be easily deceived, that is, someone who will buy the shrine's bad luck-repelling prayer package just because he draws a bad luck draw. Instead of letting others make the money, let yourself laugh.

"Let's go and see what other people have drawn. If Xiao Yukino or Uncle Miyamizu and Teacher Jing draw good lots, I will help you grab them all."

"How can there be such a thing!"

Yinglili, who was squatting on the ground, burst out laughing. She stood up and was about to hit someone on the arm angrily, but the dirty little hands stopped her.

Just when Hojo Kyousuke was about to take out a handkerchief, that dirty little hand had already touched his face.

"Okay! This is your big evil!"

Her Royal Highness the Princess said happily:

"This believer, I see that your face is dark, you must have encountered a huge evil hand!"

She was pretending to imitate the old priest, but someone suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it on her face.

"Ah! I was also attacked by someone!"

she cheered.

Then the two of them happily walked to the sink. It was really good, this water of two dragons.

Hojo Kyosuke has been to many shrines, and shrines established in hot spring towns usually change the way of asking for fortune-telling into water divination according to local conditions. That is to say, ink that develops color when exposed to water is used to print the god's fortune-teller. After the worshipper draws the fortune-teller, he puts it on the water and the writing will appear on it.

With such a unique location like Izuyama Shrine, he originally thought that it would be able to perform water divination like this, but he didn't expect it to be the case.

He scooped up two ladles of cool water and washed his face and hands. Not to mention, looking at the cute and cute Eiri in the water, Hojo Kyosuke felt like all his bad luck had been sucked away. After all, Eiri was full of energy. It's really different from the depressed look just now, although they are both cute.

At this time, Sanye came over with Siye and her friends.

"I'm so envious..."

Miyamizu Yotsuba let out a faint sigh.

Um? What's wrong with this guy? Didn’t you just say with great interest that you want to learn the money-making techniques of advanced shrines?

Hojo Kyosuke looked at Mitsuha in confusion, who lowered his head and pursed his lips at the small pool next to the hand washing booth.

Yotsuba was squatting there, stroking the wooden guardrail with one hand, and his eyes were very affectionate.

Yinglili also squatted down and whispered the words written on the guardrail:

"Bongwoldo Coffee Co., Ltd., Bongzhangfang Council..."

Hojo Kyosuke immediately understood that these were all loyal believers who had donated large sums of money for sesame oil to the shrine!

Not only the guardrail by the pool, but also the places visible to the naked eye in the shrine, in addition to the main hall and worship hall and other buildings, the racks for hanging Ema, the racks for holding god's fortune sticks, stools, floor tiles, manhole covers...everything that can be engraved with. , almost all of them are filled with names written by various "sponsors".

"Money, it's all money..."

Yotsuba, a little money fan, was drooling with envy. Seeing other shrines making so much money was even more painful for her than having her sister steal ice cream.

Laughing out loud, Hojo Kyosuke comforted Yotsuba, saying that as soon as her shrine is built, he will immediately help her attract a bunch of sponsors.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the little girl not only did not feel happy, but became even more miserable. Because the money is right in front of you but you can’t make it, it’s so painful! !

Her cute look made everyone laugh. Sure enough, happiness is always based on the pain of others. Yinglili, who was laughing, could not understand this at all.

While several people were talking and laughing, they saw a little witch leading a priest wearing brown and black hunting clothes over.

Although Miyamizu Toshiki has always been said to be a priest, in fact he should be called Miyomizu. He has taken over the heavy responsibility of Miyamizu Futaba and is the person with the highest status in the entire shrine. The titles of God Lord and Priest, which sound more powerful, are actually listed under Palace Secretary. But since Miyamizu Shrine has always had only one full-time priest, it doesn't matter what it is called.

When exchanging souls with Mitsuha, Hojo Kyosuke inevitably learned a lot of Shinto knowledge. Like the old man who was walking towards them now, wearing a gauze hat and a hunting suit. With just one glance, he recognized that he was the palace minister of the shrine, not the other priests and other wage earners.

Mitsuha Miyamizu also had a puzzled expression on his face, obviously not knowing why the priest of Izuyama Shrine would have free time to wander around on such a busy day.

Izuyama Shrine is not a rural shrine like Miyomizu Shrine that does not even have the main shrine. It was a grand shrine that was named "Kan Hachishu Sushu Jingo" during the Kamakura period. In other words, in the Neon Eighty Thousand Shrine, this palace minister is equivalent to the CEO of a Fortune 500 company.

Fortunately, everyone was not kept waiting. There was still a dozen meters away from everyone. The palace minister wearing glasses and wearing brown and black hunting clothes quickly passed by the witch who was leading the way, and faced everyone with a bright smile on his face. A passionate voice came out of his mouth:

"You are Mr. Kyosuke Hojo!"

Okay, the case is solved.

In 0.01 seconds, Hojo Kyousuke had calmly put on his business smile and greeted him with the same enthusiasm. Then there was a chat between adults, which was boring and boring.

After introducing each other, the palace secretary named Inoshita Haoi asked enthusiastically:

"Did Mr. Hojo come to Atami City to collect ideas for his new work?"

Someone nodded with a smile. This kind of thing cannot be denied. Once you have done something bad once instead of looking for inspiration, it will be difficult to explain. Only when everything you do is collecting works, will the public have a strong tolerance for writers.

"Oh my, I have to say that you are really discerning. Although it is not as famous as places like Hakone, our place is also very popular among people in the cultural circles."

Inoue Yoshii had a smile on his face, and then he enthusiastically introduced famous people who had lived in seclusion in Atami or who had died.

"Have you ever heard of Honinbo Hideya-san? He is known as the "Undefeated Celebrity". He often played chess at our shrine during his lifetime. My grandfather even learned a skill from him. Honinbo celebrities once praised our shrine. Spring water, it is said that drinking the spring water from our shrine after playing chess can relieve the fatigue of the brain. "

Having said this, he raised his head and looked at Hojo Kyosuke expectantly with his eyes, which were only slightly larger than mung beans and were hidden behind the lenses.

Just when someone was surprised that the handwashing water was still drinkable, and wanted to learn more about the harmful effects of drinking unboiled water, he heard the other person continue:

"Teacher Hojo has washed his hands with our spring water, so he will definitely be able to write better works!"

asshole! Your Diaomao Spring water can be used externally or internally? It’s so versatile!

Hojo Kyousuke was complaining in his heart, but thinking of Eri's fresh and cute look after washing her face just now, he couldn't help but nodded and said "yes" sincerely.

"Then are you feeling inspired now? Do you want to write a poem or a Japanese song?" Inoue asked eagerly.

"..."

Hojo Kyosuke's expression did not change, and he looked at the palace minister who liked to dig wells with a faint look.

My good neighbors are just looking forward to absorbing spiritual energy and increasing the value of my land after I die. You guy just booked my legacy, right?

Although he thought so, he did not refuse. He just took this opportunity to take everyone in the tour group to visit the main hall of the shrine and the areas that tourists are not allowed to enter. At worst, the shrine is built too high. My brain Lack of oxygen is completely uninspiring. Although the altitude of this shrine is only 170 meters. (End of chapter)