Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Hojo Kyosuke mechanically followed Tanaka into the dressing room, mechanically put on the waiter uniform, and mechanically started working.

Until the restaurant closed and he was so hungry that he screamed, he was still thinking about a question:

who I am? What am I doing?

No, what Hojo Kyosuke is thinking is, am I not here to eat? Why did he suddenly become a waiter? Could it be that labor is exchanged for food? But my mother didn’t tell me?

The waiter's job was far less enjoyable than practicing kendo, and it was his first time doing this job. Hojo Kyousuke sat on his chair and didn't want to move, watching the other waiters cleaning. Perhaps because he was new here, the others acquiesced in his laziness.

"Okudera, thank you for your hard work tonight." A man who looked like a manager came over and said.

"Thanks to the new waiter, otherwise tonight would not have been so easy." Miki Okudera lifted up her fallen hair and looked at Kyousuke Hojo who was sitting on the chair with a smile.

"New waiter? But didn't the new guy who promised to come today tell me that he won't come?" The manager asked doubtfully.

"Then who is he?!" Okudera asked in surprise, covering his mouth.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the restaurant looked at Hojo Kyosuke.

Hojo Kyosuke also looked down at his hands, so was he being caught as a coolie again?

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Okudera Miki folded her hands on her lower abdomen and kept bowing to apologize.

Why is this happening?

Okudera Miki groaned inwardly. The boss's relative came to the restaurant for dinner, but she treated him as a waiter and bossed him around all night.

Hojo Kyosuke was devouring his food. After rolling a large circle of pasta with his fork and stuffing it into his mouth, he looked at Miki Okudera, or to be precise, he looked at the sudden appearance of spring.

So dazzling!

"It doesn't matter. I am also responsible. I didn't make it clear to you."

Hojo Kyousuke struggled to swallow his mouthful of food and took a sip of water before speaking.

The manager has disappeared to nowhere, and the workplace scumbag knows that it would be more effective for the charming Okudera Miki to handle this kind of matter herself.

"Anyway, you've worked all night. Can I give you my salary tonight as compensation?"

When Miki Okudera said this, her heart was bleeding, and she had to postpone the purchase of the bag she was interested in.

"That's not necessary. It's a good experience." Hojo Kyosuke flatly refused. Although he was almost in the red now, spending women's money... well, at least not yet.

"This will make me feel uneasy. Please give me a chance to make it up to you." Okudera Miki said with a hand on her chest.

She felt really guilty in her heart. Although the young man in front of her had been dragged to work for a whole night by accident, he did not complain at all while working. Now that he knew it was a misunderstanding, he did not blame herself at all.

"In this case..." Hojo Kyousuke put down his knife and fork, crossed his hands on his chest and looked up and down Miki Okudera.

He wouldn't want to make any bad demands on me, right? Okudera Miki was a little nervous, and then she saw Hojo Kyosuke's gentle smile.

"Then when I come to eat in the evening, can you eat with me?"

"Huh?" Miki Okudera almost thought she heard wrongly. What kind of compensation is this? Does he compensate himself?

"If I eat with you, the food will become more delicious." Hojo Kyosuke inserted a piece of foie gras and motioned to Okudera Miki.

"If the store is not busy..." Okudera Miki blushed a little. She didn't expect that she would be embarrassed by a boy who was so much younger than her.

"Then it's agreed!" Hojo Kyosuke took the last bite of food and then looked around the restaurant. They were the only ones left in the entire hall.

"Speaking of which, Okudera-senpai, aren't you going home yet?"

"Just call me Okudera. I'm waiting for you. I'll be responsible for locking the door after you finish eating." Miki Okudera took out the key and shook it.

"Then you can call me Kyosuke. Is it okay to leave the tableware here?"

"Wait a minute, I'll put them in the back kitchen." Okudera Miki said and quickly carried a large pile of plates to the back kitchen.

Hojo Kyosuke started his motorcycle and came to the door of the restaurant. Okudera Miki was locking the door. Hojo Kyosuke waited and admired the scenery.

"Do you need me to take you home?" Hojo Kyosuke asked.

"No need, I live in Wenjing District, I'll be there soon by subway."

Miki Okudera had already changed out of her uniform and put on a one-shoulder short-sleeved shirt, revealing her straight collarbones. The lower body is made of gold jeans with white belts, which is full of fashion.

"Bunkyo District? I live there too, near Sendagi Station." Hojo Kyosuke said.

"I live next to Ochanomizu Women's University." Okudera Miki said with some surprise.

"Then don't be polite and let's go together." Hojo Kyosuke invited again.

Okudera Miki agreed after a slight hesitation. Even if she didn't mention Rocket 33's appeal to urban fashionable women like her, it was also a former Spice Girl. Just the good impression Hojo Kyosuke left on her today made her unable to bear to refuse him again and again.

"Put on my coat. The temperature is quite low at night." Hojo Kyosuke took off his coat and handed it over.

"Well, thank you." Miki Okudera took the coat, and as soon as she put it on, the masculine scent slowly made her blush even more.

"Hold tight, I'm leaving."

Hojo Kyosuke has gradually discovered that the beauty of motorcycles is not the sense of freedom of flying on the streets, but the shock wave every time he takes a girl with him.

Soon, Hojo Kyousuke followed Miki Okudera's guidance and came to the downstairs of an apartment. Because Bunkyo District is densely populated with schools, there are many apartments of various types.

"Well, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Kyousuke-kun."

Okudera Miki stood there, holding on to the sleeves of her coat, watching Hojo Kyosuke's taillights gradually go away.

Ah, I forgot to give him his coat. Forget it, I'll bring it to him tomorrow, just in time to clean him tonight.

Miki Okudera turned and walked into the apartment building.

On the other side, Hojo Kyosuke also returned home.

Turning on the TV, he dialed his mother's phone and shared with her the embarrassing thing that happened tonight.

Toot~

A prompt popped up on the phone, and a message came from Yamauchi Sakura.

As soon as Hojo Kyosuke clicked on it, a picture of Sakura's head popped up.

Ninety percent of the entire photo is taken up by Sakura's smiling face. Her chestnut eyes, which are flowing under the sunlight, seem to be shining with light. Her eight neat white teeth, which are quite rare in neon lights, can be clearly seen. happy. I don’t know whether it was because I was having fun, or because I wanted to take pictures to show to Hojo Kyosuke.

"Kyosuke, I went to Akihabara with my classmates today. I saw a lot of cosplayers! I didn't expect that the eldest daughter of a diplomat family would be willing to accompany me to a place like Akihabara, which I told you about last time. How about that blond lady, she’s very pretty.”

Seeing this sentence, Hojo Kyousuke looked at the photo carefully again, and finally saw the golden touch in the gap between Sakura's scissor hands. Not to mention the face, even the hair can only be seen a little bit.

"I don't know if she is pretty or not, because all my eyes are on you." Hojo Kyosuke replied helplessly.

"Hehehe, Kyousuke, you are too disgusting. Next time, say more of this~"

Looking at the message, Hojo Kyousuke seemed to see Sakura's playful smile in front of his eyes.

"Go to bed early, don't eat too much at night, don't cause trouble to your liver!"

"I know! Good night, Kyosuke!"

Hojo Kyousuke looked at the angry cat head at the end of this message and couldn't help laughing.

"Good night, Sakura."

After taking a sip of water, Hojo Kyousuke thought for a moment and sent a message to Glass.

"Nizi, do you want to go out together on Saturday?"

He knew that if he didn't take the initiative, the little idiot would be unlikely to have the courage to invite her. Maybe when she finally makes up her mind, Hojo Kyousuke will have other things to attend to. So it’s better to take the initiative yourself.

"Okay!" Glass replied instantly, as if he was always in front of his phone.

This is indeed the case. As early as Friday, Glass wanted to invite Hojo Kyosuke to go out with him on the weekend. But when chatting in the group, I realized that Sakura had already booked Hojo Kyosuke for the weekend, so she had no choice but to give up.

So Nizi was a little unhappy during the two days of the weekend. Even if Zhihua took her to play in the Miaomiao Club where she worked part-time, those cute cats only made her happy a little bit.

Now I'm lying on the bed with my phone, debating whether to strike first and ask Kyousuke Hojo to go play together next weekend.

A message of more than ten words was written and deleted, deleted and written again. Next to her, Naoka Ueno couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to click send directly for her.

Unexpectedly, Kyousuke-kun actually sent a message to ask her out.

"Call Naohana and let's go together." - Hojo Kyosuke

"Naoka, Kyousuke-kun asked us to go out together next weekend." Seeing this message, Glass was not angry at all, but immediately turned to look at Ueno Naoka who was taking off her makeup.

"I have a part-time job on the weekend. You and Kyousuke should go together and have fun." Naoka Ueno wiped her eye shadow attentively.

"Naoka said she was going to work part-time on the weekend." - Nishimiya Glass

"Okay, then you can think about where we are going to play in advance. Good night, Glass." - Hojo Kyosuke

"Yeah, good night, Kyosuke-kun."

Did you start working part-time in junior high school? Is direct spending so short of money?

Putting away his cell phone, Hojo Kyousuke thought doubtfully, "Let's ask her later."

Also, I don’t know where Zhihua works part-time, so I’ll go support her when the time comes.