Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The time was earlier, when flashy motorcycles were speeding through the streets of Tokyo, looking for the cherry blossoms that were still in full bloom at the end of April like crazy.

The bright car lights draw horizontal lines on the street, intertwining into a unique totem of modern civilization.

In a high-end apartment

In the spacious bedroom, there was a large bed that could accommodate four or five people. The sheets were already as white as snow, but the pair of jade legs lying across it were even more stunningly white. What kind of legs are those? To put it simply, just looking at this pair of beautiful legs will make you feel that it doesn't matter even if you don't have an upper body.

It completely satisfies all human fantasies. Not to mention the length, it is as if the elder sister’s legs are longer than the younger sister’s life. Her skin is whiter than snow, and every inch of her skin is flawless. The relaxed calves are slender, with straight and graceful lines. The thighs did not let the flesh flow to both sides like ordinary people. Instead, they were round and straight, plump and toned at the same time. It looked like they had been well-trained, making them a perfect weapon for combat.

Sneaking up her perfect long legs, she saw that her thighs were slightly covered by the hem of her wide white T-shirt, and she could only see a hint of deep darkness in the canyon. Half-hidden, there is infinite temptation and seduction.

The lustful moonlight is also smooth, pouring inch by inch on this perfect body.

The loose T-shirt had a sudden bulge on her chest, which really corresponded to the saying that when viewed from the side, it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights at different distances. If you lie down between those beautiful legs and look up along the center line of the triangle, you can only see two hemispherical peaks and the deep canyon in the middle. And if you ride on those beautiful legs and look down from top to bottom, you can get a glimpse of the whole picture, see the beautiful double peaks like an inverted jade bowl, and you can even see a touch of unshakable snow-white from the collar.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are neither curtained nor blocked by any screen-like decoration, so that the moonlight can flow into the room smoothly. But even so, no one can see this wonderful view, because there is no building that is even level with this apartment. High-end apartments, towers.

A favorite among wealthy people in Tokyo, Kisaki once strongly recommended it to Hojo Kyosuke. For the same price, Ruyiliao's neighbors are third-tier starlets, dentists, and presidents of small factories. But if you come here, you may become a popular star and the president of a well-known club.

And what is a woman who lives alone in such a mansion doing now? Put on a facial mask while listening to classical music? Are you secretly laughing at the messages from countless licking dogs on your phone? Looking at German books for bedtime reading?

"Dianwei Dianwei! Dark Star Machine God Dianwei!!"

A loud roar suddenly sounded, and the woman with perfect long legs yelled like crazy.

But when the light on the phone flashed, her hands dropped weakly and the phone fell to the bed. What appeared on the screen was not the latest character Dark Star Machine God Dian Wei, but Pang Tong from Hedong who had been there for thirty years.

Yes, she is playing games.

Also, at three or four in the morning, what exquisite woman would still be awake? Don't want to die? In other words, if you don't sleep at 3 or 4 o'clock, your skin can still be so smooth and tight, and you should be taken away and shot!

Wuwuwu——

The woman turned over and put her face into the pillow. Her legs kept kicking up and down, banging the soft bed.

"It's been ten times in a row!!"

The woman sobbed and straightened up, her little face full of despair that I felt pity for instantly made people feel like it didn't matter even if it was only her upper body.

She turned on her phone, wanting to cry out to her friends about her painful experience, and accuse her of the numerous crimes of unscrupulous games.

We all know there are Africans, but why am I an African! Why! Who decides who is African! ? I have already changed as many games and mobile phones as I can. It’s really real-name authentication! ?

She clicked on each chat box quickly. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't copy and paste. Her anger couldn't be vented in just a few lines. Besides, she is a Chinese teacher! Writing short compositions is not easy.

The names of the chat boxes are: Yuki Xueye, Xiao Miki, and Annoying Jingyano

But! After waiting and waiting, no one responded at all to the small essays that would surely bring tears to those who read them.

Ahhhh, little Xueye, little Miki, and little Harano, why are they ignoring me.

The good thing about being older is that it’s harder to meet people who need to use honorifics. Life is as lonely as snow.

This made Shizuka Hiratsuka's mood further depressed. Fortunately, she noticed the time.

three forty

Oops, it turns out it’s already this point. Rubbish game, ruining my youth! With this time, I can chat with as many people as I can on chat software!

A woman who would never chat with a stranger thinks like this.

Very good, it seems that everyone is sleeping well. That's right. You have to work and go to work tomorrow, so it's not okay if you don't sleep well!

The woman who was still complaining just now found a reason to comfort herself, but it was not a comfort, because this was her true thought.

She is a qualified teacher and is fully aware of the dangers of staying up late and being addicted to games. Even though she stayed up late playing games and was too busy playing games, it didn't stop her from guiding her friends to do good!

All my friends were asleep, but the pent-up anger in my chest still lingered. No matter what, Hiratsuka Shizuka just clicked on a chat group that she had joined because of playing games.

Oh, they are all Internet addicts as expected. They are all still energetic at this time. Don’t you all need to go to work and go to school tomorrow?

Thinking this way, Hiratsuka Shizuka also typed a sentence:

"Good evening. Are you all awake? You woke up really early. You still have three hours to get up."

The group that was having a lively chat suddenly paused, and then overwhelming complaints came in like a tide.

"As expected of a clay cat, every time I see her speak it makes me feel like my existence is a mistake."

"Thank you for reminding me that it's time to sleep. Damn it, for three hours, sleep...sleep on wool. Let's sleep in the classroom."

"I have a question, why do humans need to go to work?"

"It's so painful, I can't use my brain!"

"The words of the clay cat are always so pleasing to the ear."

"The mud cat" is Shizuka Hiratsuka's nickname, taken from Natsume Soseki's haiku "The rain falls continuously, and the mud cat sleeps and dies in the Buddhist scriptures."

To be precise, this nickname was used two years ago. Earlier, she had been using "Grandma said, I am God." In PVP games, she is the kind of person who will be besieged when she sees it, but she doesn't care, or she likes it very much. After all, would a woman who reads fighting comics be considered casual when playing games? Taking pictures of scenery with pets is not as fun as PK fighting!

Such an artistic nickname was of course given to her by Yukino Mokari, who is like a beauty walking out of an ink painting.

At the beginning, she was a little reluctant to think that her original nickname was more handsome, but after Miki Okudera ruthlessly pointed out, "What kind of person do you think someone with such an online name would be?"

"Of course he is a handsome guy with both wisdom and courage!" Hiratsuka Shizuka is full of confidence. This is the essence extracted from the Kamen Rider armor!

"...If you insist on treating the second grade as a loyal and brave man, I won't criticize you. I hold my nose and endure it, a handsome guy, but you are a great beauty!"

Yes, I am a great beauty!

Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly realized.

该死，年近三十还一次恋爱没谈过，经历了相亲时被撵出会场，帮相亲对象抢回被小偷抢走的包反而因为把小偷一拳揍趴，四人约会的时候对面的男人When speaking, he raised his hand tremblingly to ask if he could speak... After a series of events that could be described as a history of blood and tears, Hiratsuka Shizuka almost forgot that she was a super beauty.

Damn it, why don’t I have a boyfriend! Why haven’t I gotten married yet? Why am I still playing games in the middle of the night? Why do I have to be ridiculed by idiot games for being African on such a beautiful night? Why do I have to sleep on such a big bed alone? Why……

The memories ended here. Hiratsuka Shizuka, who exuded a corrupt and ominous black aura, sent a screenshot of the game to the game group. The group of friends who were still awake at this point were indeed people who had been severely tortured by the game, and they all sent out words of comfort.

"I told my friend before that my intuition was very accurate. He smashed more than ten scratch-off tickets I bought into my face and told me to get lost. But if he saw Mr. Clay Cat, he would definitely kneel down and apologize to me."

"I knew there was a dog in the game, but I didn't expect there was Pluto. My father always told me to study hard and read more biographies to learn business methods. But I didn't expect to see such a wonderful business battle in Mr. Ni Mao. This It’s a technique more advanced than drowning a money tree—you’re laughing at me because I’m African, everyone is African!”

"Advanced, advanced, if I hadn't fired Dianwei in ten rounds, I would have had a cerebral hemorrhage when I saw the screenshot of the mud cat."

"..."

Hiratsuka Shizu looked at everyone's news and felt that the rising anger in her heart gradually subsided and turned into a dark liquid that kept piling up.

This month’s salary…take it!

It was obviously late at night, but because of such an unlucky guy, the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Suddenly, different news appeared in a harmonious group.

"Big Event: Yakuza VS Bad! The Destruction of the Yamazakura Group?"

Yamazakura group? Some familiar words made Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes change.

After looking at it, I saw that the person who spoke was Flowey Taro, a high school student with very little krypton money. He relied on his liver to play games. He was an ordinary high school student. The two of them had chatted a bit when they happened to meet each other in the group after staying up late. I remember that his home seemed to be in Katsushika Ward.

As for the Yamasakura Group, she switched the interface, opened the contact book, and after rummaging through it for a while, she saw a contact named "Tsuchamamura (Yamasakura Group)".

This is a separate group, and the names of other people are all followed by the suffix of group XX.

She looked at the time again and confirmed that it was almost four o'clock.

Are all the Yakuza working so hard now?

She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Even if there was to be a fight, wouldn't it be that by this hour the fight would have been over already and she would be lying on the hospital bed wailing?

And, bad?

Keywords such as airplane nose, high backrest, Gaara Wuyong, etc. quickly appeared in her mind.

Shouldn't those guys go to bed earlier? And when did the bad guys dare to go to the Yamazakura Group to fight? The Yamasakura Group is not some random little gang, it is an organization that has had its little fingers cut off in serious cases.

With this in mind, she looked at the phone screen again. Others in the group were obviously as full of questions as she was. But after reading the news, she felt that she was probably confused, why would she believe these guys with brain circuit problems. I saw that the direction of the chat in the group was getting weirder and weirder.

A yakuza lady wearing an all-black kimono and a katana? There is indeed a gangster lady. Her hair is black, shiny and long. When she turns around, it flies up like a black crescent. Her beautiful legs are long and straight. She is so sassy that you will fall in love at first sight and will never forget it. She is pursued by thousands of young men. The stunning beauty.

But a bad girl in a machine gun sailor suit? What are you dreaming about! Bad girls are all non-mainstream! It’s completely unwatchable compared to the gangster lady!

It can be said that the two descriptions are entirely subjective and not objective at all. Anyone with a brain can figure out who the so-called underworld lady is.

A woman whose daily pastimes include playing games and reading tokusatsu and fighting comics. He doesn't know anything about flower arranging or tea making, but he is proficient in Aikido and mixed martial arts. I drink when I have free time on weekends. If I am more elegant, I wear camouflage trousers and a black vest and drive an off-road vehicle to the wilds to continue drinking.

I am a high school Chinese teacher who accidentally spends too much money and can only eat ramen, but I live in a high-end tower in the city center and drive a Toyota Land Cruiser and an Aston Martin Vantage.

Almost none of her friends knew information about her family, and even her best friends had never been a guest at her home.

Such a person is nothing but a killer! Even a spy has to find a fake husband and daughter to disguise his identity!

In short, this ordinary Chinese classroom full of outdated jokes is actually the eldest daughter of the Togawa Kai family, one of the three major violent gangs in Tokyo.

At this moment, the eldest lady was looking at the crazy pursuit of the gangster eldest lady by everyone in the group. She felt secretly happy and at the same time quietly sent out a few thumbs up to show that the gangster eldest lady was the best!

I even secretly thought that if you fellow gangsters could boast more powerfully, I would forgive you for your previous offenses. If the praise makes me happy, it doesn't mean that I can't tell you what a real mafia lady is like.

What kind of all-black kimono? Unless my old man is dead, who would wear it? Samurai sword? How low. In what age are you still using knives and guns? Of course, you should open a larger and more luxurious store opposite the enemy's pachinko shop. All the machines will use the most popular animations, and the other party's store will be forced to close down. They can't make payroll and then go out of business.

This is the modern ultimate way. You must keep pace with the times to survive!

As for the eldest lady? How could I possibly stay in a place like that? I had attended a girls' school since I was a child, and the university was Ochanomizu University, which was known as a women's university. A young lady with comprehensive moral, intellectual and physical development is the right path!

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