Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Under the gaze of everyone in the Hyōdo family, Ryota Tsuchiya could only put on his usual wooden face and think hard about what to say.

This is his secret skill as the brains of the baseball team. No one can tell from his face his next defensive plan, whether to throw straight balls, change balls, or just walk. I saw a little clue!

At this moment, Mr. Hyodo suddenly spoke:

"I understand, Ryota, what you mean."

Um? What do you know?

Tsuchiya Ryota was stunned and looked at his uncle in astonishment, who smiled kindly at him and then slowly said:

"Seeing Michiru finally being so insistent on one thing, Ryota, you must be thinking of yourself, right?"

As soon as these words came out, except for An Yirun who knew nothing about Ryota Tsuchiya, all three women in the Hyotou family showed astonished expressions.

Ryota Tsuchiya has been obsessed with baseball since he was in elementary school. Despite his poor talent and hard work, he managed to retain the position of head of the baseball club in elementary school, junior high school, and high school with his astonishing perseverance and hard work. But it's a pity that it stops there. His school has never been able to achieve commendable results in competitions.

Of course, it wasn't him who was dragging down his companions. But he is a smart man. He did not blindly pursue a strong baseball school because of his dreams and hobbies. Instead, he went to school in a well-behaved manner, attending prestigious schools with high admission rates.

He was such a lamentable hard-working loser. When he saw his cousin Michiru Hyido easily achieving results in the field he liked, the impact on his heart must have been extraordinary. Needless to say, he felt sad when he heard that Michiru wanted to stop here and give up on his dream.

Even Michiru Hyōdo, who was so talented, compromised under the difficulties of reality. So, is it necessary for someone like him with limited talent to persist?

"Michiru! This is why your mother and I have always wanted you to learn from Ryota-kun."

Hyoudo Yukito couldn't help but sigh, in a sense, incompetent but peaceful people are the descendants that most people hope for.

"But, I can't do it. I only learned baseball for one afternoon in elementary school, and Brother Liang couldn't beat me."

Hyōdo Michiru couldn't help but complain.

"..."

The air was suddenly quiet for a moment.

Hyoudo Yukito said again as if he were directly rewriting a chapter:

"Ryota said no, because he must not want to see Michiru you give up on your dream like this."

Yes, yes, you are right.

Tsuchiya Ryota nodded repeatedly, this was another use of his secret technique.

"That's it, Michiru, don't be discouraged. Uncle Hyodo won't do such extreme things. Once you find what you want to do, you have to hold on to your dream."

He changed the topic because he realized that he seemed to have used too much force before.

"Yes, even if you don't go to a livehouse, you can still perform on the streets, or shoot videos and upload them to video websites." An Yilun also nodded, but what he said was in a completely different direction.

It was a street performance and an online performance. Hingtang Xingren's temples jumped when he heard it. He was not ready to see his daughter's video on the Internet. This environment is not better than a livehouse at all, but it involves a wider scope.

He glanced at his nephew and wondered why he often said things like "It would be great if our Michiru could be as obedient and able to learn as Renya."

Well, yes, poor Michiru Hyodo has role models among his maternal relatives, and he also has role models among his paternal relatives. Fortunately, she is a heartless person, otherwise she would have been depressed a long time ago.

"I also know that basketball needs to be improved in game after game, and the level of the band needs to be improved through stage performances. It cannot be improved by just practicing behind closed doors. What's more, I know The band is a sport that is inherently performance-oriented. When playing basketball, victory may be enough to satisfy people, but the band's performance requires the cheers of the audience to cool down the restless heart."

Mr. Hyōtō spoke calmly, and his words were very well-organized. As soon as he heard it, he knew that he had been prepared for it.

When Hyōdo Michiru heard this, her gloomy mood immediately took on color, and the plump apple muscles on her pretty face bulged slightly. The big purple eyes are a little more excited.

Seeing her niece's appearance, Tsunemi Hyōdo, who was pretending to be air, couldn't help but roll her eyes. My brother has always been like this since he was a child. He would first give him a stick, then a carrot, and then he would peel and beat him. Whether it was his sister, his sister-in-law over there, or his subordinates in the company, they would all be kept submissive by him. post. Now it seems that my niece is unavoidable from being poisoned by him.

The most terrifying part of this trick is that even though you have accepted his request in full, you will still be inexplicably grateful to him. It is really unreasonable.

Forget it, pretend to be quiet and fly to Johannesburg immediately next week. It's time for Michiru to grow up well.

No one knows the little thoughts of the two Hyodo here, but Ryota Tsuchiya is very excited.

Yes, yes, so right, so right! That's it!

"Uncle Hyotou thinks exactly the same as me!"

His tone was encouraging. Even though he was just a cousin, he seemed to take this matter more seriously than anyone else in the Hyotou family.

"Just practicing in school. Without stage performance experience, the band's level cannot be improved, and Michiru cannot grow. You have to perform. Why is the level of a singer usually measured by the size of the concert? Popularity is one thing, but another The bigger the stage, the greater the test for singers and the band. Psychological pressure, ability to control the scene, and ability to perform on the spot. Various abilities can only be developed during stage performances. These are all things that cannot be learned in school!"

The more Tsuchiya Liangta spoke, the more excited he became, and then he stood up directly under An Yilun's confused eyes.

"Take me for example. Every time I practice in school, I feel very good. I can occasionally even hit 130. But when it comes to the regional qualifiers, it is difficult to even 125. This is still in the first round. At that time, once you were lucky enough to enter the third round, it would be difficult to even reach 120.”

Listening to Ryota Tsuchiya's true feelings, everyone in the Hyotou family showed sympathy, but at the same time they were also deeply moved. He doesn't hesitate to dig out the pain in his heart to show up and explain, where can you find such a good relative in the world!

Even though Hyodo Michiru had always been heartless, she couldn't help but be moved at this moment.

"So, Michiru must not only continue to practice, but also continue to perform on stage!"

Through his own negative example, Ryota Tsuchiya came to a conclusion.

"Ryota, sit down first and calm down."

Mr. Hyodo picked up the handkerchief and wiped the saliva on his face, then stretched out his hand to apply pressure.

Mrs. Hyodo on the side also quickly handed over a glass of ice water to her good nephew to moisten his throat. Tomorrow afternoon, he would take Mrs. Yamamura's voucher to go shopping with her sister, she thought gratefully.

I don't! I can't calm down! I just can't calm down when I think about my cousin wearing a short skirt with cat ears and jumping up and down in the support area while playing the guitar when Hojo-kun hits a home run.

Thinking this, Tsuchiya Ryota showed an apologetic smile, took the water glass and sat down.

"I'm sorry, I'm rude. I'm just so happy to see Michiru finally finding something she likes." He said sincerely.

"It's okay, I want to thank you, Ryota." Mr. Hyodo thanked him sincerely.

"Brother Ryota..." Michiru pursed her lips a few times, not knowing what to say. She had known that she would have secretly let it slip when she was playing baseball.

If, if there is a chance in the future, I would ask them to write a song for Brother Liang. The title of the song would be "My Strongest Cousin in Life".

Looking at Ryota Tsuchiya who became the protagonist next to him, and remembering that he was the savior found by his cousin, An Yilun also quickly found something to say:

"Wouldn't it be better to record the video and post it online? People on the Internet will not be polite to you when they comment. That way, more problems can be discovered and progress will be faster."

"..."

"..."

Hearing this, Mr. Hyodo opened and closed his mouth, forcing himself to hold back the curse words. Ryota Tsuchiya stared at his cousin with wide eyes, feeling that every word this man said was so unexpected.

"I've seen a lot of people who have been bullied online, but it's really rare to take the initiative to find someone to bully someone online. An Yi, you really know the Internet."

Hyōdo Tsunemi, who had been trying to blend in with the air, couldn't help but speak out, her tone was very unkind.

You said that the comments online were very rude, and you asked Meizhi to take a video and post it online, so you made a special trip to scold her? We have been discussing for a long time how to protect Michiru, why don't you put it here and put it here?

There is no isolated savage here, everyone knows how bad the Neon Keyboard Man is.

Sinai, Sinai, Sinei are the lowest level of attacks, and there are many more vicious ones than this. My precious daughter, who is reluctant to even say harsh words, is going to be bullied online?

"Ah, it's not bad, I'm just better at blogging and commenting."

An Yilun also scratched his head and said modestly.

"Oh, I understand, hahaha~~"

Hyōdo Tsunemei laughed twice, then laughed a little louder after discovering that her brother did not cast a death ray.

An Yilun didn't know why, so he laughed along with him.

This smile seemed to turn on some kind of switch, and even Hyoudang Xingtang, who had a face as deep as water, laughed out loud.

Why are you arguing with him? This is a child who doesn't understand anything.

Everyone laughed happily, only Hyōdo Michiru said with a complicated expression:

"Xiao Lun, forget it. If our school finds out, you will be expelled."

She went to a girls' school. Although it was not as strict as a church school, it still had many rules. Even being interviewed by a TV station accidentally on the street is not allowed. Similar activities require an application to be submitted to the school first.

Of course, this is a small part of the reason. She only plays in the band because she likes music and likes to play with her friends, not because she wants to accept people's comments online.

No one likes to see criticism. When it comes to stage performances, everyone who comes here likes you. Playing for an audience who likes you is also a joy. Being criticized by people who don't like you is very painful. It will kill your passion.

But Lun Ye probably doesn't understand these things. Everyone says that he lives a life of his own free will, but in fact Lun Ye is the one who truly does as he pleases.

Completely disregarding the eyes of others, completely unconcerned about the feelings of those around you, completely unmeasured by your own abilities, completely unconcerned...

The lifestyle is incredibly casual.

"Ethics-kun, you haven't had dinner yet. Come over here and Auntie will help you prepare it." Mrs. Hyotang said.

"Ah? My name is Renye."

An Yilun also said, standing up uncontrollably:

"I walked around in a hurry as soon as school was over. I was really hungry."

"Thank you for working so hard for Michiru." Mrs. Hyōdo smiled gently, showing no emotion.

Yes, even if there was something wrong with his brain, even if he didn't help, I was still tired for Michiru for a long time.

Looking at the back of his nephew An Yilun walking towards the kitchen, Mr. Bingtang sighed and his expression improved a lot.

"Huh? No, I actually arrived in Roppongi an hour ago, but I just went to Mishima Bookstore." An Yilun also explained.

"Bookstore? Are you going to buy exercise books?"

"No, there is a game that I have been waiting for for a long time that has finally started pre-sale. However, there is no online channel, so I can only make reservations on site. I waited in line for a long time, so I rushed here before I even had time to eat."

"Oh, oh... So that's it, ha, ha ha..." Mrs. Hyotang smiled with difficulty. This nephew's words were as sincere as ever.

Mr. Hyōdo withdrew his gaze and looked at Ryota Tsuchiya on the sofa to his right. He looked at the decent clothes he was wearing, at the beautifully packaged wine on the coffee table that had not yet been taken away, and then thought about how anxious and excited he was for Michiru. , filled with emotions in my heart.

Let Ryota take a bottle of the treasured wine back later, otherwise Tsuchiya-san will definitely not let go of his good nephew.

"Michiru."

"Um!"

Hearing her father's words, Hyodo Michiru quickly sat up straight. She swore that she didn't sit so well in kindergarten.

As expected of a girl who has practiced ballet and won a county competition, her posture is extremely graceful just sitting down. The slender waist looming under the T-shirt, the bulging breasts on the chest, and the soft and plump butt that cannot be covered by the hot pants. The three curves form a perfect landscape.

"I object to you going to the livehouse because it's not safe." Mr. Hyotou said.

"Yes, I know."

"If safety can be guaranteed, I actually have no objection to you performing on stage."

"Yeah!! I knew you were the best, daddy!" Hyoudou Michiru immediately cheered, and the full body in front of her swayed again, creating a thrilling wave.

"I object!"

Tsuchiya Ryota shouted loudly, and he looked at his uncle with a bit more reproach.

What did you do, old man? Didn't you agree that you wouldn't go to the live house to perform but to support Hojo-kun? Why did you change your mind again?

"Huh?" X2

Hyoutang and his daughter were puzzled at the same time.

"Even if safety can be guaranteed, going to the livehouse will definitely require various rehearsals and commuting, which will take a lot of time. Michiru's grades are not good to begin with, so he might repeat the grade!"

Tsuchiya Ryota had a serious face and beat his cousin without mercy.

Hyōdo Michiru had a grimace on her face. She had already crossed out the title of the song she just obtained, and now wanted to hit her cousin on the head with a drumstick.

"Too……"

Mr. Hyōdo hesitated again. He was someone who had experienced the craziest era of neon rock music. He had seen countless people who abandoned their studies or even dropped out of school after becoming obsessed with music. In the end, each of those idiots turned into social garbage, disturbing the public, taking drugs and sex, and doing nothing. It can be said that the first step to complete degeneration is to give up learning.

"I promise to study hard! If I repeat the grade, I will quit the band."

Hyodo Michiru glared at her cousin fiercely, then raised her right hand and swore loudly.

"Do you want to pull the hook?" A smile appeared on Mr. Hyotang's face, and the atmosphere in the living room immediately became much warmer.

"Yeah! Those who lie will swallow a thousand needles!"

The beautiful girl with short hair wrinkled her nose and made a solemn promise.

"That's not necessary, dad believes in you." Mr. Hyoutang refused quickly. Even if his daughter really didn't do it, she would have repeated the grade if she repeated it. Swallowing a thousand needles or something was too terrible. Even if he just talked about it, he couldn't bear to part with the baby. My daughter does that.

Tsuchiya Liang was too serious and felt that things were out of control.

"But how to ensure the safety of Michiru and the others when they go to the livehouse?" he said in a deep voice.

Seeing his eldest nephew's serious look, Mr. Hyotang was moved again.

"Well, generally speaking, as long as you have a good agent, everything can be taken care of. Whether it's selecting venues, stages, costume preparation, ticket sales, or selecting partners, the agent can handle it all."

An Yilun, who was in the kitchen just now, came over at some point. When he saw everyone looking at him, he gave a reserved smile. As an otaku, eating quickly is just a basic skill. You can eat your meal quickly, but the characters in the game will not wait around.

"Listening to what you said, An Yi-kun, I feel that livehouse is more dangerous. The manager controls almost everything about the band members. If he wants to do something bad, it should not be too easy. Don't say much, he only needs to perform on stage He took out a revealing outfit in front of me, and Michiru, who had no time to prepare herself again, had to put it on."

Having said this, Ryota Tsuchiya turned to look at Mr. Hyōdo:

"Uncle, don't you think it's scary? Michiru might wear cat ears and a miniskirt and sing and dance in front of a bunch of perverts on the stage!"

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