Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 809 We won’t agree unless you become the commander-in-chief!

“I seem to be extra.”

Holding the fishing rod in his hand, Tetsuta Kisaki looked at the deep sea with calm eyes and thought so in his heart.

On the embankment on the left, four idiots formed a circle. They all had grim eyes and tense muscles, ready to go all out. Inside the circle stood an idiot holding a fishing rod. His eyes were blindfolded, and the fishing rod in his hand was swung around like a whip. These idiots invented this "land fishing" competition after confirming that they could not catch fish from the sea.

If the person holding the fishing rod casts a few times but fails to hook anyone, he will immediately bow and apologize, and then become a swimming fish and let someone else catch him. Because this game is too cruel and idiotic, they occupy all the space on the left, and people with a little bit of brains will not run over to become swimming fish.

The space on the right with Kisaki Tetsuta as the boundary is Kuroda Kaito squatting on the bank and vomiting crazily. Thanks to him, the sea in Kisaki's vision is no longer black, but colorful black, but unfortunately, no small fish are attracted, and his fishing rod is still motionless.

A little further away, there are idiots who are trying to fish with a can of beer by hanging it on a hook, idiots who are using small fish meant for fish as snacks, idiots who are trying to fry fish by throwing ice cubes into the sea, idiots who are... idiots.

The last one was Hojo Kyosuke, who was sitting on a small stool like Tetsuta Kisaki himself, holding a fishing rod.

Although we are both anglers, he and I are different.

Xisaki thought so.

The big brother over there was holding a fishing rod in one hand and a beer in the other. Next to him was a high school girl who was wearing a tank top and hot pants, revealing her snow-white thighs and delicate arms. Happy laughter could be heard from between the two of them from time to time.

Behind them there is a crescent moon rising into the sky, and the scene is so beautiful that it looks like an oil painting.

The people at Atami City Hall would probably be ecstatic to take photos of this scene and use it as a promotional poster, which would surely be more effective than spending hundreds of millions on advertising.

The bionic humanoid bait in the sea, wearing a life jacket and hanging on a fishhook, jumped up from time to time like a dolphin, holding a flashlight in his hand and a mackerel in his mouth. It was like he was performing an entertainment show for the man and woman on the shore.

Xisaki calmly withdrew his gaze from his elder brother, feeling only a sense of loneliness.

It turns out that people's sorrows and joys are not shared. The happiness is all theirs, but I just feel it is noisy.

He slowly turned the reel to retrieve the lure, and the fishing line connected to the sponge drew a thin white line from this side. This mechanical movement can indeed relax the mind and is conducive to thinking. He felt that his brain seemed to be moving more smoothly, just like the reel in his hand.

So, now here’s the question…

Xisaki's eyes turned deep as he looked at Haimong, with wisdom flowing and brewing in them.

Why am I here?

Why am I here when I was in Tokyo five hours ago negotiating with the assistant of a famous Hollywood director to get a Japanese high school girl into the crew as a costume designer?

Four hours ago, I got the holiday rally I had always dreamed of. I was determined to take advantage of this great opportunity to get rid of my virginity and was determined to get married immediately. Why was I here, holding a damn fishing rod and fishing for a damn fish that I couldn't catch at all?

Three hours ago, I was sitting in the izakaya, enjoying the sweet whispers of the beautiful nurse Miss Samura, drinking with my companions, and was ready to enjoy Miss Samura's meticulous service after getting drunk. Why am I here, holding a damn fishing rod to fish for a damn fish that I can't catch at all?

At this moment, shouldn't I be enjoying the top-notch hot springs and massage in La Orella, the top-notch hot spring hotel in Neon that I booked for 400,000 yen, and then slowly enjoying a midnight snack with Miss Samura made by the chef whose ancestor once cooked for Tokugawa Ieyasu, and finally start a wonderful night in a state of tipsiness?

Why am I here, with a damn fishing rod, fishing for a damn fish that's impossible to catch?

Why, the fish in this water, in this sea, just won’t take the bait?

What's even more damning is, why are there mosquitoes on this embankment that is hundreds of meters away from the shore? !

Xisaki raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped himself in the face, causing a ball of blood to burst out. He swore that if he was not worried about the mosquito carrying the virus, he would eat the blood and the mosquito together. Otherwise, he would not be able to dispel his anger.

We are all air force, why can the big brother catch the mermaid? And I can only be sucked blood by mosquitoes?

Yes, many people may not believe it, but there are mosquitoes in Japan too.

It can be said that the memories of summer are the seaside, fireworks, yukata and mosquitoes. When everything comes back to life in spring, mosquitoes also come back to life. Fireworks festivals are usually held at places with abundant water plants such as the seaside and river, so mosquitoes are inevitable.

Mr. Lu Shuren has rich experience in how to prevent mosquitoes. The first thing is to cover the neck and the following parts with a quilt, and then surround the face with clothes, leaving only two nostrils for breathing. The air flows in and out continuously, and even the hungriest mosquitoes cannot attack from here.

But this method is only applicable when the weather is getting cold and you can cover yourself with a blanket. When the weather is warm, if you stay in a historic hotel in the summer, with no air conditioning, no screens, and only an ancient and peaceful courtyard, it will be too hot if you close the door, and mosquitoes will cheer if you open the door. That would be a disaster.

Xisaki Tetsuta was very smart and had an extraordinary memory. He clearly remembered that this was the thirteenth mosquito he had killed. According to statistics, a mosquito can suck 1.3570~1.4820mg of blood, but not every mosquito can suck blood without being discovered, so each mosquito is calculated as 1mg, which means that Xisaki Tetsuta lost at least 13mg of blood, which is not much more than a girl's period.

Wait…why would I compare my own blood loss with a girl’s physiological phenomena?

Xisaki suddenly exerted force on the fishing rod, and beneath his calm face was a heart that was broken and crazy.

"Ugh... Xisaki, do you have any paper?"

Kuroda Kaito, who was continuing to vomit nearby, asked weakly.

"No."

After answering indifferently, Xisaki kicked the guy who polluted the sea away.

Another five minutes passed, after careful and calm thinking, Tetsuta Kisaki was certain that there was absolutely no way he could get rid of this group of idiots tonight, and there was a high probability that he would not be able to find back the gentle, beautiful and soft-spoken Miss Samura, so he decided not to let someone have an easy time either.

Picking up the fishing rod, he walked towards the place where laughter and joy were coming from, holding a cup of special oolong tea.

"Hojo, have some tea."

"Oh, 3Q."

Hojo Kyosuke took it casually.

"Hey, wait, that's definitely not oolong tea! Don't drink it!"

Ayukawa Hana exclaimed and raised her hand, but as soon as her fingers touched the glass, the brown liquid was drunk up by someone.

Without even raising his eyebrows, his expression was calm, as if he had just drunk a cup of oolong tea, which had no bitterness at all.

"..."

The girl lowered her head to look at the "oolong tea" in her hand which was no longer so cold, and fell silent.

Xisaki didn't care and squeezed in between the two of them. It didn't matter that there was not enough space for a chair. He just squatted on the ground and started chatting about any topic.

"Speaking of which, do we need to deal with the group of speeding gangs from before?"

Hojo Kyosuke smiled silently and guessed Xisaki's little thoughts in an instant, but he didn't mind.

This guy just missed a strange woman he had only known for three hours, but he was forced to leave behind a room full of girlfriends to join them in fooling around!

So he just casually replied: "It's okay, Mr. Takasugi said he would help us with it. His boss is friends with Inspector Takenaka, and he will notify him if it doesn't work."

After he finished perfunctorily speaking, he did not forget to tell Ayukawa Hana next to him about the funny thing that happened before. After hearing this, the girl began to complain, saying that when she went sea fishing at night, she often heard the noise made by the bikers, and the fish were scared away.

"Actually, it's very simple to solve the problem of speeding." Xisaki said calmly. He has also learned some pretending skills from his elder brother.

The two people next to him lowered their heads curiously and looked at him, waiting for his opinion.

"In fact, Neon is on the right track. GTR is installed in the police car series. When the speeding gangs can't even outrun the traffic police, will they still dare to speed?"

The corners of Ayukawa Hana's mouth twitched, and she turned her head to look at Mr. Hojo, and found that this classmate Kisaki, who had been unconscious all the way to the sea, was no different from the others.

Kisaki mistakenly thought that the girl's eyes were expressing surprise to her brother: Wow! Hojo-sensei, your friends are all so smart.

So he frowned slightly and said very wisely:

"But this approach has two fatal drawbacks. One is the funding issue. Even if there is sponsorship from car companies, it is not an easy task to equip so many high-horsepower cars."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded in agreement. The high-level inspectors had more money than they could spend, but that didn't mean there was enough funding.

"Another point is that if you have cars, you need to have patrols with matching skills. Do you have to recruit those speeding gangs to make amends for their crimes?"

Xisaki calmly pointed out the shortcomings of this strategy:

"If we don't address these two points, it will be a waste of effort."

"So, do you have a better idea, Kisaki?"

Ayukawa Hana asked sincerely, and she suddenly felt that her friend Mr. Hojo, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was indeed quite wise.

"Raise the speed limit!"

Xisaki said coldly.

"Raise the speed limit?"

"Yes! Now the speed limit on most highways in Japan is 100. Most vehicles will exceed the speed limit as long as they step on the accelerator. But have you heard of speeding gangs in Germany? No, right? This is irrefutable evidence! The sections without speed limits account for 60% of the total mileage. Since there is no speed limit, how can you exceed the speed limit?"

Ayukawa Hana listened to this sophistry in amazement and for a moment she could not think of any rebuttal.

"Clap clap-"

Hojo Kyosuke clamped the fishing rod between his knees, clapped his hands vigorously and exclaimed:

"Genius! You are an absolute genius, Xisaki! If you can't become the Prime Minister of Japan next year, I don't think anyone in the world will agree!"

After his applause rang out, the idiots on all sides of the offshore embankment also started to applaud. Although they had no idea why they were cheering, they knew there was nothing wrong with applauding.

Xisaki stood up, demurely adjusted his non-existent suit, then bowed to all sides to express his gratitude, and then squatted down.

"This way, resources wasted on traffic police can be used for other things, such as adding two more coast patrols to ensure the safety of night fishermen."

He turned around and gave Ayukawa Hana a friendly smile, but the girl had already turned her head around and said speechlessly:

"What we need to worry about then is not the noise, but the speeding cars that may break through the road guardrail and rush into the sea at any time."

Her complaints made Tetsuta Kisaki and Kyosuke Hojo laugh. With their IQs, it was impossible for them to do something so nonsensical. They were just joking.

But Hojo Kyosuke liked this kind of serious nonsense the most, so he looked at Ayukawa Hana seriously and said:

"Do you know America? It's a beacon of freedom and civilization! Every citizen has a gun so that they can protect themselves. Many people think that this increases the severity and intensity of crime and the cost of maintaining public order. It has no benefits other than making arms dealers rich. But that's not the case."

The platypus girl, who had been successfully mentally polluted, glanced at someone and asked, "What else?"

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and said calmly: "The existence of guns allows even the weakest people to have the power to resist when they are bullied."

He turned to look at Ayukawa Hana and said with a smile:

"If you like to read gossip magazines, you must know that America and Japan have the same origin, and campus gossip frequently occurs. But the difference is that America has more school shootings. From time to time, students carry M16s to school and shoot those who bully them. As for Japan... people usually choose 'I will use my death to make you all feel guilty'."

This hellish joke made Tetsuta Shisaki laugh out loud. Nerds like him had been bullied as a child, but for him, even without a gun, he could easily teach those who bullied him a lesson.

However, the expression of the platypus girl next to him was not so good. After all, you would never find a pair of eyes that had not seen Balin even if you searched all over Neon.

Xisaki was unwilling to be left behind and started thinking: "Speaking of which, I have another idea. Aren't there often old men who rob convenience stores and want to retire in prison? If you follow my advice, increase the sentence for robbery."

"Clap clap-"

"genius!"

Hojo Kyosuke clapped his hands vigorously:

"It's decided. We'll first find someone to participate in politics and remove the age limit for candidates. Next year, you, Xisaki, will be the prime minister!"

Onizuka Eikichi in the water flew out of the water with a fish in his mouth and shouted loudly:

"Xisaki, don't forget to cancel monogamy!"

Ayukawa Hana, who had been feeling a little sad just now, burst out laughing when she heard this, and then also proposed some hellish jokes.

Just like the wind on the sea, no one cares about humanity or the country, and everything is just treated as a funny joke.

The platypus girl felt a little bit of the happiness of the girl named Yamauchi Sakura. (End of this chapter)