Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The girl's cheerful words floated lightly in the city night sky. From Keio Department Store to Odakyu to Shinjuku West Exit, no matter the gorgeous neon lights or the dark alleys, they seemed to be dyed with her happiness.

Her white and slender little hands sometimes held Hojo Kyosuke's hand tightly, and sometimes boldly held his arm. The girl was like a happy bird, chirping and jumping lively.

She even bought a crepe with two strawberries in it regardless of her weight. However, after licking the cream twice with her little tongue and taking a piece of strawberry with her lips, the crepe was handed over to Hojo Kyosuke. .

So, at the entrance to the first floor of the subway station, Glass stood there quietly, smiling with a crooked eyebrow, watching Kyousuke Hojo eat the remaining crepe.

She knew he had a sweet tooth, and even when the budget was in deficit, he would buy last-minute toast and make his own French toast.

He knew that she liked to eat sweets, and he also knew that what she liked more was the time when she and he stood at the subway entrance and shared food and dessert. So he ate very slowly. Every time he took a bite, he would raise his head and tell her with his eyes, "I really want to eat it." Then she would purse her lips and smile softly, as if to say, "Look, you eat better than me." Have fun eating.

People come and go at the subway entrance. Not only is Tokyo's famous night view spot "Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building" here, there are also some mid-to-high-end department stores and electronics stores, so the number of tourists is very high. In addition, there are quite a few izakaya restaurants. Therefore, Tokyo office workers also flock here after get off work like zombies who heard the sound.

A middle-aged man in his thirties was walking up the stairs with a tired face. The moment he stepped out of the subway, he exhaled heavily. He originally wanted to relax, but the smell of Zena energy drink in his mouth overwhelmed him. With a flick of his eye, he felt like he was back at the overtime work scene again. He hadn't slept for two days. If it weren't for the support of the energy drink, he doubted whether he could get on the train accurately and walk out of the Devil's Labyrinth Shinjuku Station safely, although it was difficult to walk in a straight line.

Now he was going to have a good drink of a glass of cold beer and then take a deep sleep. Although both are brown, the difference between beer and Zena drinks is heaven and hell!

Thinking of this, Furomatsu also exhaled again, then took off his coat and put it on the left hand holding the document bag. He used his right hand to loosen the tie vigorously. He did not dare to take it off directly, fearing that the minister would tell him later. Come to work overtime information. Every time he wore a tie, it was like putting his neck into a hanging rope. He didn't want to experience that kind of pain twice a day if it wasn't necessary.

Vaguely, he suddenly felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket, and while whining in his heart, he quickly took out his cell phone.

Fortunately, it was an illusion.

Because I'm too tired...

He was thinking in a daze, and when he put his phone back in his pocket, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something of concern out of the corner of his eye. Before he could gather his energy to see clearly, there was a cough from behind. He quickly took a few steps forward to get out of the passage, and apologized continuously.

"...Private Marseille."

After standing next to the trash can, he raised his head and finally saw clearly what he cared about just now.

A young couple.

This is Shinjuku, and there is no shortage of couples whether locals or tourists, but he doesn't know why he only noticed that couple. I care about it so much that I even drink beer later.

For some unknown reason, he stepped back again, forcing himself to blend in with the people lingering in front of the subway station. Normally, he would disdain to do that. He thinks that those who hang out here are either the NEET people who are idle and eating their parents, or the victorious group in life who can easily get everything they can only dream about in their dreams without working. And he neither belongs to the former nor the latter. He is a man who has established himself in this lost city through his own efforts.

But now, he did not hesitate to hide among these people and wanted to take a good look at the couple.

The boy is very tall, and there are many tall foreigners at the subway entrance. But when you walk by the boy, you always feel that your stature has suddenly become much shorter. Just like everyone in the club bows to say hello to their boss, no matter how tall you are, you can never be taller than your boss. The boy was also very handsome, but he subconsciously wanted to ignore this. He didn't pay attention to the couple because of this.

The girl was very beautiful. She was dressed simply and brightly, which perfectly highlighted her slender and plump figure, but the most noticeable thing was her temperament. Although she was just standing there, everyone who saw her felt a peaceful power.

Hearing aid?

Furusong also frowned subconsciously, but his attention was soon drawn away again. Because neither the boy's tallness and handsomeness nor the girl's tranquility and cuteness were the reasons why he noticed this couple.

The boy was holding a crepe. It was so filling, with so much cream and strawberries that it almost fell off. he thought.

The girl stood aside quietly, looking at the boy blankly.

Why on earth do I care so much about them? Feng Lusong also asked himself, he didn't know either.

Is it because the boy looks up at the girl from time to time while eating the crepe?

Return the happiness on the girl's face?

Furomatsu also thought hard, and then he understood after seeing a couple walking past him down the stairs.

There was something pure beauty about that crepe couple.

Whether it's the working couple, the student couple, or the life-winning group covered in jewelry, Furumatsu can feel a sense of "fashion" from them.

They were discussing the most popular izakaya on the Internet recently, holding the latest trendy brand clothes in their hands. The smiles on their faces were sweeter than honey, and they would also pop one in from time to time as if there was no one around. They were as sweet as bees.

But Feng Lusong looked at them without any disturbance in his heart, because he knew that he would be like them, he would find a loving and sweet female companion in front of outsiders, he would hang out in department stores after work before marriage, and he would Go shopping at the supermarket on the weekend after your wedding.

But one can never treat a crepe as preciously as this crepe couple.

The girl obviously liked desserts, but she still gave up her only crepe to the boy. She looked at him, her eyes could not hold anything else, as if she had the whole world in them.

The boy obviously hates eating desserts, but he still can't bear to refuse the girl's intention. Every time he raises his head and wants to push the crepe out, he runs away in the girl's eyes and continues to enjoy the crepe full of love. .

The neon lights are flashing, the lights are feasting, and the crowds are surging.

They stood there holding a crepe, as if they had found an isolated island in the ocean. Although it was only tight enough to stand, they were happy and satisfied.

If Shinjuku Station is a labyrinth of demons, then Tokyo is a man-eating demon cave. In such a psychedelic city filled with materialistic desires, there are actually such simple lovers and such pure love!

Feng Lusong also sniffed hard, feeling that his eyes were extremely sore, and suddenly, he had a clear understanding in his heart.

It turned out that I was looking at my lost youth. Feng Lusong also felt a sway in his heart, and he felt as if he was about to fly. When I was in high school, I had such pure love. One crepe could make me happy all day long, and I had to divide a piece of strawberry into three bites.

she……

Why? Who is the girl? The smile on Feng Lusong's face faltered. He actually couldn't remember the name of "her"! Why, why couldn't he even remember the name of the girl who was eating crepe with him?

Where is the face? What does she look like? Students' hair is occasionally tied into braids and fixed with green hairpins. She has never been reprimanded by the dean for wearing a skirt that is too short, because she has such a good eye, she can escape every time, and then she will stick out her tongue and show a playful smile.

Wait, is she making that look towards me?

Feng Lusong was also stunned, his Adam's apple moved up and down with difficulty.

Why are all my memories of "her" from a third person's perspective? Why do I never have any memory of her talking to me!

idiot!

Feng Lusong also cursed in his heart. As his memories continued to be unearthed, he finally remembered that he had never experienced the "Crepe Couple Incident" in high school. He will know that the tall, handsome boy hates crepes because he hates crepes.

And the reason why he, Furusong, hates eating crepes is because he once saw the girl he liked sharing a crepe with a Baga.

Yes, I, too, was hiding aside and watching blankly at that time.

Feng Lusong also cursed in his heart, his tired body and chaotic head seemed to wake up.

He kicked the trash can nearby.

Asshole, why are you putting trash cans here? Isn’t this a waste of taxpayers’ money? Don’t you take the garbage home and throw it away? Asshole trash can, asshole trash, asshole prime minister.

The drunkards and NEET people sitting around chatting on the ground turned around when they heard the sound, and quickly looked back with calm expressions. He was just a loser who was crushed by life, not worth caring about.

Furomatsu also remembered everything. The reason why he ate a piece of strawberry in several bites was because he really liked eating strawberries, but they were expensive so he couldn't bear to part with them. It was not because he had a cute girlfriend who would eat them with him.

In the afternoon of his sophomore year in high school, he spent a lot of money and spent two weeks of pocket money to buy a super luxurious crepe. He wanted to express his love to "xxxx" in the class. When he walked to the place where his female classmate told him At the location, I saw xxxx and a boy together. xxxx handed a crepe to the boy opposite, then stood aside with a gentle face and watched the boy eat it, and from time to time used a white handkerchief to help the boy wipe it off. Lips stained with cream.

What kind of crepes? Only ghosts would like to eat that kind of sweet and greasy stuff! Who on earth is eating that kind of thing? Why are crepe shops all over the world still closed? What about Doraemon? If a phone booth were used, the world would become a world without crepes!

The memories that were originally vague became extremely clear, coming towards his face with a scream and a tragic momentum, cutting his tired heart into pieces with sharpness and precision like an incomparably sharp sashimi knife. 1.8 million yuan.

asshole!

Cursing again in his heart, he cheered up, his red and bloodshot eyes looking very fierce.

Rudely pushing through the crowd in front of him, he walked towards the couple who were still tired of being together.

As soon as the lights from the subway station entrance dimmed, Glass turned her head blankly, and the somewhat terrifying face startled her.

Hojo Kyosuke swallowed the cream in his mouth. He liked cream the most. Better quality cream was very sweet. All the leftover cream from baking at home was eaten by him spoon by spoon.

The man in front of him looked very abnormal. If he hadn't confirmed that this was an ordinary world, he would have suspected that zombies were about to spread.

After all, this is Shinjuku, the demon city of Shinjuku, where you can find everything except normal people.

Just when Hojo Kyosuke was about to reach out to shield Glass behind him, the girl suddenly raised her hand.

A plain white handkerchief went to Hojo Kyousuke's mouth, gently and gently, and carefully wiped the cream off his lips.

After finishing this, Nishimiya Glass took a step back, stood behind Kyousuke-kun obediently, and folded the towel carefully.

Facing Hojo Kyousuke's gaze, she smiled sweetly and put one hand into her handbag, holding the anti-wolf spray.

Seeing the girl's cute smile, Hojo Kyousuke sighed deeply. If it weren't for the zombie man in front of him, Ni-chan would have wiped the cream off for himself with his fingers, and maybe even stuck out his little tongue to eat it. If my conscience is stronger, then...

Ahem, no, I can't think about it anymore. It's not really the end of the world, so I still have to exercise some restraint. Don't be carried away by lust, Hojo Kyousuke!

The silent understanding and intimate gesture between the two people immediately stimulated Feng Lusong's heart. He thought that the "she" he liked back then was like this...

asshole! Damn crepes! Damn purity, damn love!

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" Hojo Kyosuke frowned slightly and spoke calmly.

The man opposite was also frowning, not even a frown, but his eyebrows were all knit together, just like his complicated mood.

A trace of dissatisfaction arose in Hojo Kyosuke's heart. He was sweet and sweet with Glass, but suddenly he became mentally ill.

At the moment, he didn't intend to say anything more. He took Glass's hand and planned to walk around.

This is because Glass has a good temper. If Sakura was disturbed like this, she would definitely kick her over. There was a subway station just behind him. After kicking him, he turned around and ran away. In this Shinjuku Station, which is called a devil's maze, absolutely no one can follow a person. Even if Holmes is resurrected, all he can say is "I lost him."

Furomatsu also moved sideways to block the way. (End of chapter)