Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 973 Chuanbao: Yes, Hojo Kyosuke and I are good friends

"Click, click, click—"

"GuluGulu——"

"Asshole! Saeko, Kumari! I said stop feeding me! I was planning on eating Matcha Strawberry Daifuku later!"

Eriri waved her hands and shouted frantically.

The girls nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, I know~"

Then the person on the left held a biscuit, the person on the right brought water, the person in the middle wiped her mouth with a towel, and continued to feed her, not taking it seriously at all. As friends for many years, they knew exactly how much Lily could eat, and they could definitely enjoy the fun of feeding her while ensuring that she didn't eat too much.

After a few protests, Eriri simply ignored the matter and picked up her phone to start typing a message:

"You despicable fat woman, you..."

With such an opening, it goes without saying that it was definitely sent to Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Not long after she sent the message, she received a reply. It was just a short sentence, but it made Ying Lili so angry that she almost jumped up.

"I just feel bad for my sister~" - Kasumigaoka Utaha

Her Royal Highness the Princess was so angry that her golden twin ponytails were about to fly up.

“Ah ...…”

"Click, click, click—"

"Saiko! Kumari! What's wrong with the two of you? Can't you see that I'm madly yelling? Why are you stuffing cakes into my mouth at a time like this... huh?"

Eriri's angry voice suddenly stopped.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle—"

The little mouth chewed for a few times, and the big blue eyes rolled around.

"Huh? It's Matcha Daifuku! When did you buy it?"

A happy smile instantly appeared on that little face, which was as delicate as a work of art.

Deputy Minister with pigtails said softly, "Lian went to buy it before and just happened to buy it back."

Ishizawa Hisamari next to her asked in confusion, "Angry roar? Lily, I thought you were opening your mouth for us to feed you, so I stuffed a whole daifuku in there."

Eriri: "Guji guji... idiot, I'm not a child, how can I be so big-mouthed when eating!"

During the chat, a certain golden retriever instantly forgot his ambition to go home and work hard at painting. After enjoying the cookies and Daifuku, he led his team to the nearest video game arcade.

What is Kasumigaoka Utaha, what makes me better? Today's goal is to use the collective power to twist that super rare doll!

sad!

It seems that I am not the kind of ruthless person who, after quarreling with my mother, stayed up for two days and nights to finish all the holiday homework in a fit of rage.

Of course, Eriri had anticipated this. After all, her usual trick for delaying submission was:

First, find out the time when your mother's favorite TV series is broadcast, then randomly find a TV series broadcast at the same time. Then you can start fighting with your mother for control of the TV remote control. Finally, have a big quarrel, shout "I hate my mother so much!", run back to the room and slam the door.

After that? Then, of course, I turned on the 70-inch ultra-luxurious TV in the room and happily played games? Did I really lie on the bed and sob? Am I, Eriri, such a fragile person?

Cry? The Spencer Family doesn’t believe in tears!

Yes, I don't believe it. After Sayuri's wife finished watching the anime, she would still appear outside her daughter's door on time and knock on the door.

"I know you must be playing games, but you have to hand it in tomorrow, otherwise you know the consequences!"

Eriri, who had already turned down the volume of the TV, would start crying:

"Wow, wow, wow, I'm not playing games. Mommy hates it! I hate it the most!"

Mrs. Sayuri would respond coldly: "Crying? Crying also counts as time!"

This series of farces ended up with two branches:

1. Ying Lili owes too many manuscripts, and she cannot finish them even if she works all night. So Mrs. Sayuri has to send Mr. Spencer to negotiate with the partners and ask for an extension of the deadline.

Second, Eriri didn't owe much manuscripts, and she wasn't delaying them to avoid reality, but to enjoy the joy of fighting on the deadline. Then Mrs. Sayuri would break into the room, drag the little one to the workbench, stand behind her to supervise her work, and feed her.

The first branch will also have two directions. One is that the partner agrees to extend the deadline, which will naturally make everyone happy, and Kashiwagi Eri can happily continue to delay the deadline. The other is that if the deadline cannot be extended, the Spencers will use their superpowers and hire mercenaries to help Kashiwagi Eri complete the draft.

Oh, right.

At this moment, the princess is walking towards the video game arcade hand in hand with her friends, laughing and joking. There are still a lot of unread messages and missed calls on her mobile phone, and the sender's note is "Evil Queen Mother".

Yes, it’s still time to come out and play when it’s time to finish work.

(Eri: It seems, it seems... Going out to play on a deadline gives me a thrilling feeling~)

On the other hand, Hojo Kyosuke had no idea that the miko had already helped him ward off disasters twice, and he was still happily bullying the weaklings.

The painting had come to an abrupt end a long time ago. He stopped after drawing Glass and Sakura. This could be shown to classmates. If he drew Yukino, it would cause trouble for her, although the portrait would not be visible to ordinary people.

The big stars who were previously standing in groups on the sidelines, with their arms folded like cool elite agents, now all huddled in the corners and sat down obediently, all with expressionless faces.

Occasionally, there is a different expression, also confused, painful, desperate...

It was obvious that even though they could have smiled and praised the genius after Hojo Kyosuke easily struck out and hit a home run, but...

Which of these people who can become the ace of their respective teams and earn tens of millions of dollars in salary every year is not a genius? Even if we don't mention them, the tool men in the team who earn millions of dollars a year are also geniuses that are unattainable among ordinary people.

Yes, a rookie like Keihito Matsuo can be so happy that he can say like a mentally ill person, "Rounding off, I'm on the same level as Shohei Otani."

After two days of fermentation, the interview has become popular all over the Internet. Even in America, many people have made fun of it on social platforms.

"My neighbor Mary xxes Hojo Kyosuke's picture every day, but she can't get Hojo Kyosuke. Similarly, she can't get me. Rounding up, I am equal to Hojo Kyosuke!"

"I failed English. Hojo Kyousuke didn't take the test so he got a zero. So, rounding up, I'm a genius who's even more talented than Hojo Kyousuke!"

"..."

The swordsmen who were chopped down by Hojo Kyosuke in the Hokushin Ittoryu Dojo before, who used to only say a few funny words in private chats, now openly accept interviews and say:

"Sword Saint Ninety-nine True Red-sama was chopped down by Lord Hojo with one strike, and I was also chopped down by Lord Hojo with one strike. Rounding it off, I am at the same level as Ninety-nine True Red-sama, so I am also a Sword Saint~"

In this age of entertainment to death, when there is a super genius like Hojo Kyosuke who is capable of creating memes for everyone, who wouldn't be happy to join in the fun?

The golden-haired capitalist in America who just announced his candidacy for president this year also tweeted this:

"If any team can bring Hojo Kyosuke back to America, I will generously sponsor them, and then I will be Hojo Kyosuke's boss. In a rounded manner, I will be more powerful than Hojo Kyosuke!"

This tweet was criticized as soon as it was posted. What everyone likes is the genius, God-like Hojo Kyosuke, a superhero-like character. You bastard, you actually want a super genius to work for you? He~tui!

The big golden retriever didn't care even if he was scolded. Election is a performance. As long as he can attract audiences, it doesn't matter whether they applaud or throw rotten eggs at him, as long as there are people watching.

He then quickly posted several more tweets, changing his tone to say that he was willing to be a caddy for Kyosuke Hojo, or to hire Kyosuke Hojo as the spokesperson for his company.

This has attracted a lot of discussion. Most of the income of American baseball stars comes from commercial endorsements. Sometimes, in order to enhance their own influence, team salaries can also be compromised.

The whole nation is celebrating, even people who don’t understand baseball are playing with the meme, this is probably the first and only time in the lives of those white illiterate people that they know how to round off, but who cares? Entertainment to death!

Someone cares!

Baseball stars who are about to, or have already, squeezed out of the market.

Those idiots are already on the same level as Hojo Kyosuke, so what about these world-famous football stars who were defeated by Hojo Kyosuke in seconds? Aren't they even worse than ordinary people?

"Rounding off, I'm on the same level as that high school kid who couldn't even beat three rounds of the Koshien qualifiers?"

Is this some kind of hellish joke, or a horrible nightmare?

Oh my God, Jesus Christ God, please save me and rescue me from this horrible nightmare, okay?

The test results made the coaches and managers ecstatic. One overseas call after another was made, invisible signals crisscrossed over the baseball field, and the numbers about Hojo Kyosuke continued to grow.

The players sat on the sidelines. Benjamin, the strongest hitter of the Yankees, clenched his hands tightly together. He didn't dare to let go, because as soon as he relaxed, the hands that had hit countless home runs, won countless applause, and drove countless women crazy would... tremble.

He pulled his baseball cap down, letting the long brim cover his face. He was sure that he must look very ugly.

Hiding in the shadows, he quietly looked to the side. He saw that the opponents who had fought with him in the past all had serious expressions. Chapman, who had just broken his record with a 169-speed pitch, had shaking hands...

He looked at the Japanese again. Their expressions were much better. But why were they all kneeling on the ground? Were they going to commit seppuku like in the movies?

Oh my god...if this is really a nightmare, how do I wake up?

Are geniuses really the same as ordinary people in front of him? Or are geniuses just the threshold to pay homage to him?

The only thing that made him feel strange was those young people, the friends of Hojo Kyosuke's school baseball club. He also went to high school, so of course he knew about the existence of baseball clubs. At that time, he slept with all the cheerleaders by relying on his status as the ace of the school baseball club, and also maintained good relationships with several beautiful female teachers.

They are still in contact until now, and he occasionally returns to his alma mater to give some life advice to his younger classmates and satisfy the admiration of his new cheerleaders.

What he was wondering was, didn't those young people know that once Hojo Kyousuke signed with the team and left school, their team would have to say goodbye to victory forever? Why were they all so, so... calm?

Yes, calm, as if we were completely unrelated strangers.

If he had asked Hojo Kyosuke for advice, this American would have gotten a more accurate description: Buddhist

Yes, if conditions allowed, Ryota Tsuchiya and others would have wanted to make a pot of tea and show off their poor tea ceremony.

They are not confident that they can keep Hojo Kyousuke, but they know that their weight in this world is not even as important as a hair of the manager. It is useless to be nervous or open-minded. Didn't you see that the number one lackey, Tetsuta Kisaki, is so calm?

The most urgent thing is to take more photos with those big basketball stars. If possible, let them throw two soft balls to you. Then when you brag about picking up girls in the future, you can say that you hit a home run against xxx. When you are looking for a job, you can also write it directly on your resume.

The Hokkaido-Ham Fighters were the last team to be beaten with confidence. Their scouts had witnessed the power of Hojo Kyosuke with their own eyes, and they brought their players here today just to make Hojo Kyosuke convince them, and there was no need for any test.

"Huh? Otani-kun isn't here?"

Hojo Kyosuke put down the bat and asked curiously, he was planning to give the current top genius in Japanese baseball a good beating.

The manager of the Ham Fighter quickly apologized with a smile:

"Otani-kun has an event to attend today, so we came here first to let the other players appreciate the strength of Lord Hojo. Otani should be here later."

"Oh no."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded, and subconsciously judged that this was a lie. Maybe the baseball player was still reserved, feeling uncomfortable, and didn't want to surrender to him like the others?

Thinking of this, he didn't say much, just adjusted the straps of his gloves and invited the next victim to come on stage.

But less than two minutes later, just after Hojo Kyosuke sent away two Hokkaido Ham Fighters pitchers, there was a commotion suddenly on the sidelines.

Hello everyone, my name is Shohei Otani, an ordinary person with a height of 1.9 meters. However, because of my handsome appearance, baseball talent and strength that are rarely seen in a century, there are quite a few people who like me.

But that happened last week and thinking back on it still seems like a dream.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that the fact that I'm very strong and popular is like a dream, but what happened in the past two days.

Why is it that the guy named Hojo Kyosuke is so much faster than me, so much more handsome than me, and so much more popular than me, even though we are only a few years apart in age?

The most important thing is, I had already found excuses for being late today, so why did I see Hojo Kyosuke beating up my teammates as soon as I entered the stadium?

Wait, wait a minute!

Look here! Look here!

That devil! How could he see me at first sight? Is it because I'm tall and handsome?

Why are you smiling at me?

You said you can't hit me after you hit my teammates! (End of this chapter)