Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

A dozen minutes ago, when Hojo Kyosuke had just gone downstairs to talk to the editor and Shizuka Hiratsuka began to share her victory on the way here with her friends, a convoy drove into Kasuga Town, Atami City from Highway 135 and slowly moved forward along the coastal highway.

There were a lot of people and cars along the way, so the convoy was not fast, but the sound of the throttle roaring was not small. Fortunately, the sound quickly dissipated in the open area by the sea.

The cars in the convoy were varied, Mitsubishi, Mazda, Suzuki... The brands and models were different, but they were all quite gorgeous. The gorgeousness here does not refer to the beautiful paint on the body, but the various modifications on it. The front grille, front bumper, side skirts, rear spoiler... basically all the places that can be seen by the naked eye have been modified. Most of the cars are performance cars produced locally in Japan. It can be said that the cost of modification is several times higher than the value of the vehicle itself.

Just like the love of baseball, JMD is also very popular in Japan. As long as the bikers don't race when they are driving, most people are happy to appreciate their cars. Many people can even tell what modifications have been made on them, and can even tell the manufacturer of the accessories at a glance.

Of course, if a speeding car whizzes past you while you are driving on the highway, you will definitely greet the other party's parents first.

Like now, the team quietly passed through the street like an exhibition. Some people even speculated whether it was a modified car parade held in Atami, and the atmosphere became even better.

Professional car players are different. They found the parking lot in a few steps, which is completely different from a woman who was almost crazy after wandering around for a long time.

As a tourist city, Atami actually has a lot of parking spaces. There is a very spacious parking lot next to Sunshine Beach, which is almost the same length as the beach. However, it is obvious that everyone likes this convenient parking space, so it is very popular.

The organizer of the convoy was quite resourceful. After a while, he directed the convoy to stop in the parking lot by the sea. The cars stopped in an orderly manner, and the lights were not turned off. The owners all opened the doors and walked out. Some stood at the front of the car, and some leaned against the car to start bragging and chatting in twos and threes.

In front of a white Porsche 997GT2, a man with medium-long hair shouted:

"Hey, Ida, are you sure that Aston Martin is in Atami?"

This is a very beautiful car, the hood is painted black, and the overall black and white color scheme is very classic. The lines of the wheel hub tail wing are beautiful, and it can be seen that the owner has awakened and cared for it.

"I said I'm not sure, I just came in this direction. I think a beauty like that might come here to take a hot spring bath. It's just a guess!"

The person who answered was a bald man, and the car behind him was the blue Civic that had invited Shizuka Hiratsuka on the highway before and was thrown away in an instant.

The man looked helpless. After being killed instantly by the beautiful woman driving the Aston Martin, he quickly returned to the gathering place of his companions and told everyone about it. Originally, it was just a simple bragging chat, but who knew that an idiot would get excited and shout that he also wanted to race with the Aston Martin.

A person next to him laughed and interrupted: "Ida, please forgive this guy Sugiyama. He once met a red Aston Martin on the Bay Coast Line and was severely crushed by it, so he has been brooding about it..."

"Hey! What do you mean by being crushed? I said that day that I was driving the family's shopping car. If it was a 997, I would never lose!"

The Porsche man Shan shouted loudly, his expression was very excited.

The people next to him also made a fuss, some were about to, and some were persuading.

In general, this is a group of people who have nothing to do. Don't look at the various fast and furious movies now, but unlike the movies, these people's daytime jobs are not oil thieves and robbers. Many people may not even have a traffic violation, but they are programmers who wear glasses thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle and type on the keyboard.

Because of the repression caused by society, people will always spontaneously survive and find ways to vent. Riding a motorcycle or a car in the dark night is obviously a very good choice. The black night sky provides them with shelter. They don't have to worry about being recognized by colleagues and friends who are familiar with them on weekdays, and they can release another self. This is different from the speeding gangs in the 1980s and 1990s. They have become much more civilized, at least they rarely play chases with traffic police on the highway.

If there was no suggestion from the Porsche man to "find Aston Martin women", they would just find a parking area to park the car, light a cigarette under the illumination of the car lights, chat, and then open the communication to go for a ride along the coastline together.

Now there is such a fun thing to watch, everyone immediately followed suit.

The arrival of the fleet has made this quiet parking lot more lively. Many car owners have consciously opened their hoods and generously let tourists visit. If they meet someone like them, they will invite them to sit in.

The Imperial Envoy and Sayaka, who left the organization for a date, wandered here at some point, or perhaps the sound of the rotary engine attracted the Imperial Envoy.

"Oh, Shinagawa 54, this license plate is amazing!"

In front of a red Alfa Romeo, the Imperial Envoy stared at the license plate of the car and exclaimed. The owner is a middle-aged uncle with a big afro and very luxuriant hair. However, it is easy to imagine that to own an Alfa Romeo with a two-digit license plate, this uncle must not have needed to use his hair to earn a salary when he was young.

Sayaka couldn't understand what her boyfriend was excited about. In her opinion, this old antique car was not as good-looking as the brand-new Ferraris next to it.

"This is a car that has not been transferred since 1970. There are no more than 100 Neon cars. Look at the paint. It is absolutely original and there is no damage at all! It's so beautiful!"

The imperial emissary praised loudly, and the man with the afro next to him had an expression of enjoyment on his face. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the praise from a knowledgeable car fan.

Sayaka pouted and said no more. In fact, what she wanted to say was, didn't the small truck owned by Itomori Xiaolin's grandmother also have a two-digit license plate? There's nothing rare about it.

The emissary walked around the red Alfa Romeo, and the owner of the afro-headed car generously opened the door and invited him to get in and take a look.

"Is it really possible?!"

The imperial emissary raised his index finger and pointed at his nose, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The man with the afro said with a smile: "Of course, if you want, you can even sit in the car and go for a ride with us later."

The imperial envoy's expression became very wonderful in an instant, and he nodded crazily without thinking:

"Okay, okay! I can fill up a tank of gas for you!"

With that said, he stepped into the car, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands and his face full of excitement.

"Hey, Sayaka, hurry up and take a picture for me!"

He turned to look out the window and shouted hello, and then saw his girlfriend with bulging cheeks and an evil look on her face.

"...Um, how about we go for a ride together?"

The imperial emissary smiled and whispered.

But Sayaka didn't want to give face to her boyfriend this time, so she just stomped her feet and walked forward with her small satchel in hand.

The commander was so frightened that he ran down to chase after him, but after just two steps, he turned back and came to the front of the car lights, handed the phone to the owner of the afro-headed car, and begged:

"Please help me make the photo more handsome!"

The owner of the afro-headed car made an OK gesture and said confidently:

"As long as you stay with me at this station, even if you are an ugly guy, you will become a handsome guy, just like me!"

The envoy who took back his phone looked at the photo and nodded in agreement.

"How about it, my girlfriend doesn't like cars? Let's go for a ride together? I can let you drive it and give it a try."

The sanity that the imperial emissary had just recovered was almost defeated by this sentence. This was exactly the same as the Tokyo he imagined!

The dark night, the endless sea, the straight highway, the sound of roaring engines... But... eh, so what does love bring to a man?

"Thank you for your kindness, but my girlfriend is more important."

The monk-headed boy bowed, then trotted after his girlfriend.

The afro-headed man looked at the boys and girls walking away, then looked down at his car. He lowered his arms and touched the smooth paint of his car with his fingers, thinking melancholy in his heart, Ignorant boy, when you get to my age, you will know how enviable it is to have a car that can run non-stop with just gas.

A weak body, a formidable wife...

Eh...

The emperor finally caught up with Sayaka. After all, with Sayaka's IQ, she would have been so angry that she would just throw away her boyfriend. After that, she didn't know how to find a way out for herself. It's better to simply let your boyfriend coax you to forgive him now.

So after only half a minute, the two reconciled. Shishi still excitedly read out the name of a car and its advantages and disadvantages, while Sayaka held up her mobile phone to take pictures for him.

These cars come from all over the world, with license plates from Shinagawa, Kawasaki, Shonan... Basically, license plates from around Tokyo can be seen here, even from Kyoto and Osaka. There are quite a few. They should not be rushed here temporarily, but have been kept as collection vehicles. in a nearby garage.

When chatting with the car owners, the envoy learned that they all came from Dahei PA. On such a lively night, almost all JDM fans gathered in that JDM holy place.

While wandering around, the envoy also received a message from Hojo Kyosuke, telling him that a friend came over with an Aston Martin sports car. If he wanted, he could lend it to him and let him take Sayaka for a drive.

"Hojo is such a good brother. Others thought he was using me as a coolie by letting me drive the bus, but only I knew that he was satisfying my pursuit of cars. Now that he has a good car, he will notify me as soon as possible. So loyal!”

The emissary was deeply moved.

When Hojo Kyosuke entered Mitsuha's body, Itomori received a lot of care from the Emperor. Even on the day when the meteorite finally fell, when he rushed to Ryuken Mountain to meet Mitsuha at dusk, he borrowed the Emperor's motorcycle. I went by car, and I don’t know if Sanye got off the ride well in the end.

So seeing that the emissary liked cars so much, of course he would not fail to take care of this old friend.

The Japanese Ares at home was a gift from Eri and would not be loaned out, but Shizuka Hiratsuka's car didn't matter. He was very familiar with that car. When Hiratsuka Shizu had dinner in Tokyo, he would often call his subordinates to help drive. He was even prepared to pay for a new car and give it to the other party if he crashed the car. Based on his friendship with Mitsuha and the commander Sayaka, if he wasn't afraid of being too presumptuous and scaring people, he wouldn't mind doing what he did to Brother Maki. Just give the emperor a good car and treat it as a wedding gift for the two of them.

Sayaka was also a little moved after seeing the photos sent by Hojo Kyosuke.

The elegant shape of the Aston Martin Vantage British sports car is much better than the cars her boyfriend liked before. The two walked forward, talking and laughing, and then they were blocked.

"Hello, is this a red Aston Martin you are talking about?"

A man stood in front of the two.

The imperial envoy raised his head in confusion, and did not answer immediately, but turned off the screen of his phone.

"We didn't say anything."

He denied it directly. He had no acquaintances in Tokyo except the Miyamizu family and the Hojo family, and he didn't think he needed to answer this man.

Sayaka, who was not very smart, also shut up and stood behind her boyfriend immediately, although it was not as safe as behind Mitsuha.

Seeing the vigilance of the two, the man who suddenly stood up tried to make his smile more friendly. But Sayaka and the imperial envoy had seen the expressions of the pig butchers in the countryside, and they took a step back at the same time.

The man's expression froze, his mouth twitched, and then he said:

"Actually, my friend met a red Aston Martin on the way to Atami. They raced together and lost very easily. He was really a driver with extraordinary driving skills. Then I also have a friend who knows the lady who drives the Aston Martin. We rushed here from Yokohama just to invite her to race again. We have no ill intentions."

He spread his hands and made a sincere look when he spoke.

If it was Hojo Kyosuke or Yukinoshita Yukino here, the man's speaking posture and appearance could be used to guess his profession. It's too familiar, it's completely a beggar version of Xisaki, and his profession is either a doctor or a lawyer, or other high-level professions.

The imperial envoy still didn't intend to answer, and said sorry and planned to bypass the man and take Sayaka away.

But the Porsche man Shanshan came over again, and brought a few people to surround the imperial envoy and Sayaka.

"I say, Shanshan, this is not good, right?"

The Civic man Ida stood in front of the imperial envoy and advised.

But Shanshan's expression was more excited than before. He pushed him away and looked at the imperial envoy fiercely and began to interrogate him.

Surrounded by the crowd, the imperial envoy felt his heartbeat suddenly became much faster.

Bastard, if it was in Nara, I could call a construction site with just one phone call and crush you with a bulldozer! (End of this chapter)