Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Miss Sawamura Spencer Eriri returned home at 9:30 pm on Sunday in the royal blue Infiniti with a diplomatic photo. Mrs. Sayuri and Mr. Spencer sat down at the desk at 8:30.

The blonde lady hooked a white lady bag in front of her with both hands, turned her upper body back, smiled and waved goodbye to the driver, and when she turned back, her face was cold and solemn.

She pushed the door open with a bang and threw her coat directly on the shelf next to her.

"Are you ready?" she asked loudly.

An accurate response came from the study upstairs. The girl took a deep breath and quickly stepped on the spiral staircase to the second floor.

The door of the study was open. Mrs. Sayuri and Mr. Spencer sat opposite each other next to a luxurious desk carved from a whole piece of mahogany. Looking at their daughter who had not seen each other for a long time at the door, even if the daughter-slave father was excited, he just sat firmly on the chair.

Eriri came to the other side of the desk and sat down. The three of them sat in a triangle.

Their eyes crossed, and the girl pulled out a schoolbag from under the table and put it on the desk.

"Then, let's get started!"

The next moment, the Chinese, math and English exercise books were spread out in front of the three of them, and the distribution method was Eriri math, Mrs. Sayuri Chinese, and Mr. Spencer English.

In the past, Mrs. Sayuri was responsible for math, but a certain Jin Shanshan thought that she was now super strong after being tutored by Kyosuke, and she didn't care about math anymore, so it was better to let her mother take charge of the more troublesome Chinese.

As for letting Mr. Spencer do English, it was not because he was good at English and could do it quickly and well, but on the contrary, he was able to make Eriri's English score according to her ability.

Half a minute later.

"What's the point of learning this thing called sequence? Didn't I choose the liberal arts because I hate math? Why do I have to suffer this torture now? Ah ah ah ah——!!"

Eriri cried with her head in her hands, and her parents watched coldly. Everyone had their own tasks and had no time to care about others.

Another half minute passed.

"Oh, Ka-san~~"

The girl called out affectionately in a sweet voice.

"What?"

Sawamura Sayuri looked up, not in a good mood. It was obvious that it was not a good thing to let her daughter, who was already so old, relive the nightmare of her school days.

Eriri said attentively as if she didn't see her mother's stinky face:

"Let's switch, you write this one, and I'll write Chinese~~"

Mrs. Sayuri took a sip of Coke and nodded simply: "Okay."

"Thank you for your kindness and tolerance~~"

Eriri hurriedly thanked her, and then the two of them slid the exercise books to each other across the wide table like playing poker in a casino.

No, it's more like exchanging guns than a poker game?

Eriri suddenly had an idea, but couldn't figure out why she had to exchange pistols. Was it more romantic to let the other party shoot her with his own gun? Unable to figure it out, she wondered if she had done too many math problems, why did she even have to think about such boring problems.

Shaking her head, she lowered her head to look at the exercise book, and the next second.

"Huh?! Sayuri, what have you done!"

The girl raised the exercise book angrily and yelled:

"How could the author of "I am a Cat" be Hojo Kyosuke! Kyosuke hadn't even given birth at that time!"

"Ah? Is that so?"

Mrs. Sayuri looked up with a confused look on her face, and said sleepwalkingly:

"What can I do? Who told me that the only writer I can name is Kyosuke-kun."

Hearing this, Eriri was so angry that she wanted to hit her head against the table.

Mr. Spencer next to him was so cute that he was melted by his wife's coquetry that he quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay. Kyosuke will become a better writer than Natsume Soseki sooner or later. He was just born a few years later. Otherwise, he would have written about me, a cat, an otaku, and a cute pig."

"Kyosuke won't write that kind of thing!"

Eri grumbled in anger, but at least she knew the correct answer from her father, so she quickly erased her mother's... well, she didn't want to erase it.

I felt that if I saw that guy's name on the homework, even the homework would become more handsome.

But if the teacher saw it, she couldn't fool him even if she pretended to be stupid.

After struggling and hesitating, the girl finally erased the cute name and looked at the next question.

"The sentence that shows the protagonist's unyielding spirit in the work "Third Class Car" by writer Sataka Inako is..."

"Bang!"

Eri raised her arms and slammed them hard on the table, furiously saying:

"Can a low-class car like the third class car appear in the title? Stop it, it's better to let Kyosuke write it! Just write about the car I gave him, Ou... Ou..."

Mr. Spencer quickly whispered: "Ou."

"In short, it's better to let Kyosuke write it!"

Eri said loudly with an impatient face:

"When I see his novel on the test paper, I will choose it at random and let him judge it with the examiner. Who can understand his work better than him? Who can understand him better than me?"

After hearing this outrageous speech, Mrs. Sayuri clapped her hands and sighed, saying that her daughter was really smart.

Eiriri, who was recognized, expressed her views on mathematics again, saying that mathematical geniuses like Kyousuke are unwilling to study mathematics. It can be seen that mathematics is useless and should be completely eliminated from the high school curriculum, or students who are interested in mathematics should start from the first year of high school. Just make it an elective course and let those who are interested learn it.

"Pah, pah, pah—"

Mr. and Mrs. Spencer applauded repeatedly, saying that their good daughter was right and what she said was very good.

Then, the three of them lowered their heads again and started doing their homework.

In fact, after Neon High School is divided into subjects, as long as you don't think about getting into college and majoring well, you can graduate successfully even if you don't study mathematics at all.

But Yinglili is not the kind of person who takes it easy. Just as she could have asked her classmates for answers and just copied them to fool herself, but she chose to drag her parents with her to torture them.

"Chaotic Goodness"

This is a camp attribute of the Spencer family.

Even if they could do something like act as an agent to help sell eighteen-ban fanfics when their daughter was underage, the Spencers would never plagiarize other people's work. We are all good people with principles!

What? Is it even more outrageous for parents to help their daughters with homework?

Baga! What nonsense are you talking about! Do you want us parents to watch our daughters being tortured and remain indifferent! Can you be a little considerate of how you feel as a parent?

If we want to talk more simply about the difference between private high schools and public high schools, it is that the demand for private schools (cram schools) is much less when going to private high schools than to public high schools. Public high school students who want "extra meals" can only go to private schools, and private high schools can meet this need of students.

Therefore, even the private Toyosaki Academy, which aims to pursue diversified development, has quite a lot of homework during the holidays.

When the Spencer family of three came to the living room carrying potato chips, cola and other snacks and slumped down on the sofa, they saw that the standing quartz clock that looked like an antique had already struck twelve o'clock.

While finding the animation automatically recorded during the vacation and clicking to play it, Yinglili said casually:

“Where did we go on the first day of vacation?”

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This is incomprehensible. Of course I am going back to your dear Ruyi House. Could it be that you are going home to visit us two lonely old people?

Although she was complaining like this in her heart, Mrs. Sayuri answered naturally:

"The concert is a piano performance by Francis Barto. He won the Chopin International Piano Competition Award. Because it is a private concert not open to the public, the information cannot be found on the Internet. The invitation letter has been placed in your schoolbag. You can’t remember more specific information, but you can just mention the people who attended the concert together who you met at the last banquet, because the organizer this time is the same as before.”

Yinglili watched the TV with empty eyes, silently memorizing this information in her heart. Her brain was much better at processing this kind of information than remembering third-class trains.

Mr. Spencer next to him added:

"But Lily, please note that before the first day of the holiday, on the afternoon of the holiday, we also had dinner with Mr. Abbas from the Moroccan Embassy. The restaurant was..."

The girl suddenly interrupted:

"How does it taste?"

"Um?"

Mr. Spencer was slightly startled, but quickly said: "The tagine and roast lamb are very good, and the mint tea after the meal is very effective in relieving greasiness. I also asked the chef how to make it, and I plan to invite him later. He comes to your door to cook food for you..."

The girl listened quietly and thought, should she invite Kyosuke to eat with her this Saturday?

On the first day of the holiday, while Hojo Kyosuke was sleeping hard in the classroom, Eiri was happily sharing holiday fun with her friends. She had so many friends. When get out of class was over, almost half the class gathered around her desk, some sitting, some squatting, some standing. The remaining half of the class were not dead, but they just couldn't squeeze in. They could only sit in their seats and look at those who could talk to the princess with envy, swearing in their hearts that they would get the best seats in the next recess.

"...hehehe~~"

The girl's pink and cute little mouth like a cherry blossom let out a series of silver bell-like laughter. This time it was a real silver bell, not the usual "Hey, Lili, Lili" crazy laughter like at home. If you find such laughter difficult to imagine, it must be due to the lack of necessary body movements, such as covering your mouth with the back of one hand, or violently attacking with your head and golden twin tails.

After laughing, she said briskly:

"...Actually, it's okay. I know nothing about piano or anything like that. I just thought it sounded good, and then I followed the people next to me and said something like, "It sounds so good, so touching." But as soon as I finished speaking, I discovered that other people didn’t understand it at all like me, hahaha~~~”

The girl's tone and expression were very clear, without any pretense.

Next to him, Hisamari Ishizawa sighed:

"Yinglili, you are so awesome. If it were me, I would have fallen asleep a long time ago. Not to mention clapping along, I would still ask if dinner is ready when I wake up."

"Haha, Jiu Zhenli really likes to eat, but there should be a buffet for such an occasion, right?"

The person next to her laughed, and then someone immediately refuted her:

"You're stupid. Everyone in a place like that must be wearing formal clothes. Wouldn't it look ugly if your belly bulges after eating too much?"

Eri squinted her eyes and smiled brightly, listening quietly to her friends' discussion. This is what she is most respected for-"Even if others are talking about some boring nonsense, she can listen carefully, and she is so serious!"

In fact, at this moment, the girl's heart:

"Hmm? Buffet? This is not mentioned in the information my mother gave me? Whose family also provides meals for concerts? You are really worthy of you, Kumari, who never forgets to eat. But this kind of private concert is also acceptable to have food, right? No, no, no, just like Ozawa said, drinking some drinks is okay, but eating..."

Fortunately, Eriri doesn't need to bother to fill in the gaps, and her friends have already discussed an answer that everyone can accept.

Eat! You can eat anything! Isn't the pianist hungry after the performance? He must be starving! Not to mention the people standing below watching the performance! Eat, eat, eat, eat!

The topic is not all about Eriri, the classmates also shared their own holidays, such as Ishizawa Kumari

"On the first day, I begged my parents to take me to an Indian restaurant that I had wanted to eat for a long time. The curry was a little spicy, and the flatbreads tasted great. I couldn't help but eat five more, so I was so full that I didn't have the second meal until eight o'clock in the evening. Oh, it was still Indian food. I packed up the unfinished curry and asked my mother to add some ingredients to it and ate it again!

The next day, we went to eat sashimi, but it was too expensive, so I couldn't bear to eat it. Then I went to the seafood store and bought a fresh fish to stew at home.

The third day..."

A girl with pigtails raised her hand and pinched Ishizawa Hisamari's mouth: "Okay Hisamari, don't say anything more."

Seeing that the other party was still struggling, she immediately threatened: "If you say anything more, I will let everyone eat up your lunch box together!"

Ishizawa suddenly became quiet, but still said weakly: "What? Lili's lunch box is obviously a hundred times more delicious than mine. Why don't we eat her lunch box together!"

Hearing this, everyone present swallowed subconsciously.

"Miss Sawamura's Super Delicious Bento"

One of the eight legends of the private Toyosaki Academy, this is a super delicious food. You will faint when you smell the microwave heating smell. You will know the true meaning of happiness after taking a bite. This is a delicacy that only princesses can enjoy!

Eri, whose smile is as warm as the spring breeze, tightened her face and subconsciously straightened her waist to block the drawer. Although she did not leave from Ruyi Liao this morning, she still had a bento, and it was made by Kyosuke himself.

"It is always painful to return from vacation. When you feel lost, open the bento and fill your stomach well."

"Get ready for work and study with peace of mind. Only I can enter the kitchen today!"

Someone said this, and Yukino Momoka was so moved that she begged Hojo-kun to feed her a carrot for breakfast in a soft tone.

Mitsuha Miyamizu, who received a bento specially delivered by someone on a motorcycle at the door of her house, did the same. She didn't care whether Lao Deng was peeking behind her, and hugged someone and kissed him for a long time.

That's why Hojo Kyosuke is so sleepy today. There are three places to deliver food. Miyamizu's house, Spencer's house, and Sister Miki.

Although Naoka can be asked to bring Eriri's lunch box, if he really does that, Hojo Kyosuke is sure that the golden retriever will pout in grievance.

A journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step. The reason why Hojo Kyosuke can have a happy life today is because of his sincerity! It's just that he slept a little longer in class, no problem! Deliver!

Sure enough, when he rode his bike to Spencer's house in the cold in the morning, he clearly saw the approval in the eyes of his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, and got a sentence from a girl:

"What are you doing! I'm not going to die if I don't eat your cooking for a day!"

"Humph!"

"What about breakfast? I've been waiting for you with an empty stomach!" (End of this chapter)