Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Silently closing the door of the barber shop, Miyako Ishida walked upstairs.

"Shoga, I have something to tell you."

Shoya Ishida was playing the game, pressing the controller like crazy with both hands.

"I'm playing games and don't have time."

"Shoga!"

"I told you I don't have time!"

Miyako Ishida walked over and cut off the power.

"I just called Mr. Takeuchi and he told me what happened today."

"It's so annoying, who asked you to meddle in other people's business!"

The game screen disappeared, Ishida Shoya threw away the controller and covered his head with the pillow next to him.

"Shoga! How could you do such a thing!"

"I'm just playing pranks as usual, why are you all making such a fuss, whether it's you or Takeuchi, especially that guy Kyousuke Hojo."

As he said that, Shoya Ishida started crying.

"Shouya..."

Seeing her son's appearance, Miyako Ishida's originally angry face became as gentle as ever.

Kneeling on the tatami, he walked towards Ishida Shoya, took the pillow away, and then gently wiped away the tears that kept pouring out of his face with a handkerchief.

"Shoga."

Miyako Ishida gently held her son's head in her arms, her voice as gentle as ever.

"Not everything can be treated as a prank. If it exceeds a certain limit, it will cause harm to others.

Nishimiya Glass-kun is hearing-impaired, so she speaks differently from you, but this is not her will, but a misfortune.

It is quite bad behavior for you to treat other people's misfortune as a prank. "

In the familiar arms of his mother, Shoya Ishida stopped crying and couldn't help but retort after hearing this.

"I didn't mean that!"

"But you have already done that and caused harm to Nishimiya Glass-san."

"But if that guy Kyousuke Hojo hadn't caused trouble, she wouldn't have known what happened!"

"Shoga! Hojo Kyousuke-san did nothing wrong. You should learn from him."

"What?! Learn from that guy? I don't want to!"

Touching her son's head and smoothing back the hair that stood up in the sky, Miyako Ishida thought about how to make her son understand the truth behind this matter.

"Shoga, do you remember that fight when you were in fourth grade?"

"Why don't you remember, those guys said something about me, that I..."

"What did they say about you."

"They say I don't have a father!"

"The way you were back then, they used your misfortune to play pranks on you, just like you are now."

"I……"

"Think carefully about how you felt when you were pranked, and you will be able to understand Nishimiya-san. So, go and apologize to Nishimiya-san tomorrow."

Miyako Ishida had a gentle smile on her face.

"OK."

…

On the other side, after school, Hojo Kyousuke walked to the school gate.

"Kyosuke! This way, this way."

A little girl had been waiting there for a long time. When she saw Hojo Kyosuke, she waved vigorously, fearing that Hojo Kyosuke wouldn't notice, she jumped up high.

"Sakura, didn't I tell you not to yell at the school gate?"

"What does it matter? Everyone is gone anyway. By the way, why did you come out so late today?"

Yamauchi Sakura's kitten-like amber eyes shone brightly under the afterglow of the setting sun. Although he had been waiting here alone for a long time, he was not unhappy at all. There was a disapproving expression on his face, his voice was full of vitality, and his brown ponytail swayed gently with his body as he spoke.

"You always have a point. Come on, Aunt Maki may have prepared dinner and is waiting for you."

"Now, speaking of dinner, I asked my mother to prepare fried pork chops. Do you want to come to my house and eat together?"

Yamauchi Maki, Sakura's mother, is a traditional neon woman who is obedient to her daughter, who is more lively than a boy.

"No, if I go to your house, won't my mother have to eat at home alone?"

Hojo Kyosuke refused without hesitation. Such conversations took place almost every day. Although he refused almost every time, Yamauchi Sakura still reported the dinner at his house every day like the names of the dishes, and invited him to eat together.

"What does it matter? Let Aunt Mijiko come to my house to eat together."

"It's better not to, it's too much trouble, and this is your last share of fried food this month."

"Okay, okay~~"

Yamauchi Sakura was not discouraged by being rejected. She still spoke briskly, her little body jumping, and she must jump every three steps. Occasionally, she would be pulled aside by her schoolbag, but she was not worried at all because the boys around her would definitely protect her.

"Walk carefully." Hojo Kyousuke said helplessly as he reached out to hold Sakura for the fifth time.

"Hey, it doesn't matter. You're here anyway, Kyosuke." Sakura, who was still happily playing hopscotch alone and didn't even know what it meant to walk well, said briskly.

Although I have been going to school for three years, as long as Kyousuke is by my side, every day is so happy~

She doesn't necessarily want Hojo Kyosuke to come to her house for dinner. The act of naming the dishes every day is actually to reassure the other party.

For some reason, this neighbor boy has become her "third guardian" from the first day they met.

Every morning before going to school, I would ask her to go for a run with me, saying that I wanted her to get a good workout.

The first time she thought it was fun, she went along. She thought it would be like having a happy physical education class at school, where the two of them would happily play games, or go to the park to slide on the slide.

Unexpectedly, it was a super strict run, with fixed time and fixed amounts, and no rest until the end of the run!

Too much! She, Yamauchi Sakura, is just a girl in the third grade of elementary school. Why does she need to run every day?

So the second time her mother knocked on her door and told her that Hojo Kyosuke next door came to ask her to go for a run.

"I don't want it! I don't want to run anymore!"

Yamauchi Sakura hid her head under the quilt and shouted loudly.

"But Hojo Kyousuke-san even brought you a gift."

"What gift is it?"

The mother's voice with a hint of smile and surprise aroused Yamauchi Sakura's curiosity. Wearing pink pajamas with a bear on it, Yamauchi Sakura walked to the door with her bare feet, opened the door a crack, and asked in a low voice .

"It smells delicious, like something delicious. Mom, my mouth is watering when I smell it."

"Gudong"

Yamauchi Sakura, who had just woken up with an empty stomach, couldn't help but swallow when she heard her mother's words.

"Then I'll go take a look, but I will never go running with him!"

"Okay, then change your clothes quickly. Or are you going to see Hojo Kyosuke in your pajamas?"

"Not at all!"

Yamauchi Sakura blushed and immediately closed the door and went to change clothes.

Looking at her daughter's cute appearance, Yamauchi Maki showed a satisfied smile. Such a cute daughter is the dream of many people.

Maki Yamauchi was also curious about the neighbor's child named Hojo Kyosuke.

First of all, it’s amazing that such a young child has the concept of exercising. Secondly, Maki Yamauchi can’t figure out why he must take his daughter to exercise together. Is it because running alone is too lonely?

The most amazing thing is that Hojo Kyosuke seemed to know that his daughter would refuse to go running with him today, so he even brought food to tempt her.

Oh my God, is this a beautiful childhood sweetheart? She seemed to see her daughter entering the marriage wearing white clothes for a moment.

Maki Yamauchi held her face with one hand and stood at her daughter's door, lost in fantasy.