Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The two walked out of the sushi restaurant. The tall black man disguised as a chef was still there handing out flyers. No matter who he saw passing by, he always looked like he saw an acquaintance and said "Long time no see" to each other. Sakura was impressed. He giggled again, and then laughed until his stomach started to hurt.

"Hey, little brother, do you want to join this very interesting chat room?"

Just as the two of them were walking in the shopping street outside the sushi restaurant to eat, a voice that sounded very flirtatious came from behind.

Turning around, there was a dark-haired man wearing an inappropriate fur-collared coat.

"Do we know each other?" Hojo Kyosuke asked strangely. Are all the people in Ikebukuro so familiar?

"Let me introduce myself. I, Orihara Izaya, run an information house. You can consult me ​​on anything related to Shinjuku and Ikebukuro."

Orihara Izaya, who claimed to be an intelligence businessman, gave a chest-stroking salute, and then handed a business card to Hojo Kyosuke with two fingers frivolously.

Hojo Kyosuke casually took the business card, and Sakura also leaned her little head to look at it together.

Three lines of words were simply written on the white cardboard:

"Izaya Orihara, information dealer, phone number 83709287"

"So, what do you want from me?" Hojo Kyousuke asked, playing with the business card in his hand.

Weird out-of-season attire, tipster. There is also the smell that smells like black wolfberry all over the body, frivolous and unpredictable.

As long as there is one factor, it can be determined that he is the troublemaker. With so many factors combined, Hojo Kyousuke just wants to turn around and leave Sakura.

Although the tone of Hojo Kyosuke's words didn't seem to change, as a childhood sweetheart, Sakura had already heard the unkindness in his words, so the girl obediently held Hojo Kyosuke's hand and hid behind him without saying a word.

"Well, one is to expand business, and the other is to recommend a very interesting chat room to you as I told you at the beginning."

Orihara Izaya touched his right hand inside his jacket, took out another card, and handed it to Hojo Kyosuke.

"Dollars?" was the word on the card, followed by a string of URLs.

Beautiful knife? Seeing the words on the card, Hojo Kyousuke suddenly became interested. Isn't this the place where he can make money?

"Please don't get me wrong, this is not the dollar of the sword, it's just, you know, the unique borrowing culture of the Neon people." Orihara Izaya explained.

"Oh, then I'm not interested anymore." With that said, Hojo Kyousuke reached out and handed the card back to the other party.

"This..." Orihara Izaya wanted to say something more, but a roar interrupted him.

"Lin~ye~old~ brother!" Words full of violence came from an unknown place. Along with the words, there was a metal trash can.

Um? What the hell is a metal trash can?

Hojo Kyousuke turned his head and looked at the huge metal trash can in the air that was heading towards them with the sound of breaking wind. To be precise, he was not coming towards them, but towards Orihara Izaya.

He pulled Sakura into his arms and quickly jumped aside. Although they were not the target, Orihara Izaya was too close to them, and Hojo Kyosuke was afraid of accidentally injuring Sakura.

Orihara Izaya couldn't react as quickly as him, and was immediately hit.

Tsk tsk, Hojo Kyosuke took a look at the trash can. It was solid and seemed to be made of steel. It was roughly estimated to be 30kg or more.

At this time, Hojo Kyosuke had time to see which macho man actually used the trash can as a weapon.

"Hey, Kyosuke, is that a waiter's uniform?"

Sakura also looked curiously at the person who came over. She was not frightened at all because she believed that Hojo Kyosuke would never let herself get hurt, just like he had done for so many years.

The macho man who came over was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with blond hair. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses at night, a white shirt, a black vest, black trousers, and a black bow on his chest.

"Ah, that's probably true. Both black and white people can be sushi masters, so it's normal for the waiters to be stronger, right?" Hojo Kyosuke looked at the standard waiter clothes and couldn't refute.

The two were discussing with great interest when the blond waiter walked over with long legs and said to Orihara Izaya:

"Didn't I tell you not to come to Ikebukuro again? Brother Lin!" A violent voice and a fierce smile.

"Xiao Jing, don't you work at the west entrance?"

Orihara Izaya had already pushed away the trash can that was pressing on him and stood up. He covered his arm that was hit by the front of the trash can and said with an ugly smile on his face.

Xiaojing?

Hearing this cute call, Hojo Kyosuke and Yamauchi Sakura looked at each other, then laughed at the same time, holding their hands together tightly.

Hearing the laughter next to him, the strong man known as Xiaojing had veins bulging on his forehead. However, he did not cause trouble for Hojo Kyosuke and the two, but chose to dump all his anger on Orihara Izaya.

"I've been fired a long time ago. Also, I told you not to call me that. I have the name Heiwajima Shizuo."

"Oh, it turns out his name is Heiwajima Shizuo."

Sakura clenched her right hand into a fist and smashed it on the palm of her left hand, pretending to be enlightened. She was so cute.

"But, Kyosuke, this person doesn't look peaceful or quiet?" Sakura said softly in Hojo Kyosuke's ear.

"Ah, well, this probably represents his parents' expectations. Moreover, his surname is Heiwajima because his father has that surname."

Hojo Kyousuke pushed Sakura's little head away a little, and the warm and hot breath exhaled from that little mouth, with the dewy sense of wakefulness, kept hitting him.

"Hey, I say you two, please stop it a little bit!"

Listening to the mutterings of the two men, the veins in the corners of the eyes of the macho brother Heiwa Shima Shizuo bulged, and he turned his head and roared at Hojo Kyosuke and the two.

"sorry Sorry."

Sakura bowed quickly, and Hojo Kyosuke also smiled apologetically.

"I hate it, Xiaojing. Are you still angry when I made you take the blame?"

Orihara Izaya seemed to feel that the pain in his body had eased, and his face wore that infuriating frivolity again.

"I'm not angry, I just want to give you a slap in the face."

Heiwajima Shizuo made a sound that seemed to be suppressing something, then stretched out his hand to grab the highway sign on the side of the road, and with a little force, he pulled it up together with the cement below.

"Really or not? Is this really something that humans can do?"

Seeing this scene, Yamauchi Sakura's eyes widened.

Unlike Sakura who was shocked, Hojo Kyousuke looked thoughtful.

"So, I don't have to carry a bamboo sword with me everywhere in the future, right?"

What is a highway sign? It's just a metal pole with a metal sign with the name of the landmark road on it. This thing cannot be said to be everywhere, well, it is everywhere.

With Hojo Kyosuke's current strength, even if he couldn't forcefully pull out the cement block underneath like Shizuo Heiwajima, he could still kick it in the middle and use it as a weapon.

"You go to hell!"

Heiwajima Shizuo roared and threw the road sign as a javelin towards Orihara Izaya.

Unfortunately, with preparation, Orihara Izaya easily dodged it.

Then Shizuo Heiwajima lifted the vending machine next to him and threw it towards Izaya Orihara again.

Gee, the people of Ikebukuro are so happy, they live so lively every day.

"Let's go Sakura."

Complaining in his heart, Hojo Kyosuke pulled Yamauchi Sakura away from the battlefield, where he parked his motorcycle.

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