Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 672: Challenge? No, I brought Sanye on a date

A bunch of thugs with grim faces and evil appearances pushed each other and squeezed through the door. The Beichen Itdaoliu disciple who was lying on the ground shouted to stop them while holding his head and curling up to avoid being stepped on. As for the members of the Rage Angel, although they were careful to avoid the people on the ground, each of them came over to scare him, with the word evil written on their foreheads.

At this time, the people in the dojo also heard the noise. The Sixth Hokage ordered the yellow-haired German next to him to go out and check, while he continued to chat with the senior official of the Metropolitan Police Department next to him.

I thought it was just a minor incident, but I didn't expect the sound of the riot to be getting closer.

Onitsuka Eikichi, Hata Goro and the others pushed the foreigners in front of them away, took off their shoes and walked into the dojo. They were very experienced and knew that when they came to someone else's territory to cause trouble, they must not let their shoes be more than one meter away from them, otherwise when they escaped, their shoes would be hidden by others. It was a bloody lesson.

Everyone who was chatting quietly in the dojo raised their heads and looked at the few people standing at the door with their legs apart. The main entrance of the dojo was facing a luxurious office building. Although it was already closed, the building belonging to the Mitsubishi Group was still brightly lit because it was a sight in itself. However, at this moment, the neon lights of the city were completely blocked by this vicious group of people.

"Who are you...?"

Seeing his son-in-law being pushed off the eaves, the Sixth Generation Otsuka Yoichiro had to stand up himself and shouted.

He himself was very reluctant to talk to these people. Look at what a vulgar bunch they were.

The two people in the lead, Onitsuka and Hatagoro, had already stuffed their shoes in their pockets, with one size 40 shoe stuffed in each pocket, looking ridiculous. The others were no better, hooking their heels with two fingers, looking ready to throw their shoes at anyone.

"us?"

Onizuka Eikichi grinned and laughed:

"Since you asked the question sincerely."

Danma: "Then we will mercifully tell you!"

Hata Goro: "In case no one cheers for the General!"

Kaito Kuroda: "To record the commander-in-chief's glorious moment!"

Mihashi Ryoma: "The chivalrous way of loyalty and justice!"

Toru Amekawa: "A loyal subordinate who is loyal and above all else!"

(State the names one by one)

"We are the runaway angels who love to speed along the Metropolitan Expressway while others are sleeping! Motorcycles, faster speeds are waiting for us!"

"That's it!!"

Guan Yuandaogao, who had been lurking in the dojo since early morning, stood up and howled. It had been a long time since I felt this kind of mindless passion and happiness!

After graduation, he became a criminal officer, and he was surrounded by people with normal brains, so he almost became smarter.

The people in the dojo were almost dumbfounded by this farce. The police chief who had been sitting upright frowned and ordered the people next to him:

"Ozaki, call the nearest police station and ask the officer on duty to handle this."

This person's identity is different. He is the director of the Eighth Area Headquarters of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, a real superintendent. There are not many people in the whole Tokyo who are higher in rank than him. This is the highest level that the non-professional group can be promoted to. But this person can be promoted to superintendent in the Metropolitan Police Department, so it is obviously impossible for him to be in the non-professional group.

"Hi!"

Ozaki, who was kneeling next to him, responded and was about to pick up his phone to make a call, but a dozen people stood up next to him, and one of them laughed and said:

"Minister Takenaka, why do you need to worry about this? They are just a group of children. We can just send them away."

Among those who stood up was Miyazaki Masaru who had wanted to wrestle with Daidoji. These were all serious police officers, and their ranks were not low. The lowest was a deputy inspector. Some of them changed into kendo uniforms, and some came here just after their shifts and did not even have time to change into uniforms.

Seeing that a conflict was about to occur, Guan Yuan Daogao quickly stepped forward and explained that these were unregistered disciples of Beichen Ittoryu.

"Disciple of our dojo?" Otsuka Yoichiro frowned.

"Yes, yes, we all know how to chop hands, chop hands, chop hands with the Beichen Ittoryu technique!" Eikichi Onizuka answered with a grin.

At this time, Daidoji next to him stood up and asked:

"Are you friends of Hojo Kyousuke?"

"Yes, who are you? Are you also a friend of the general manager?" Kuroda Kaito stepped forward to negotiate. Among the people who came, he was the only rich young man who was good at socializing.

The people of the Runaway Angel had a favorable impression of this guy who was over two meters tall, had a horrifying scar on his face, and looked like a bad guy. They all looked at him with kindness.

Daidoji shook his head without further explanation, but pointed to an empty space in the dojo and said:

"Anyway, someone told me you would come, but I didn't expect there would be so many of you. Sit down first. Hojo Kyosuke will be here soon, so don't cause him any trouble."

The criminal officer had received an urgent notice from Naito Akifumi, and he also saw that these young people were restless, so he gave a warning. He had seen many juvenile offenders and knew them well. He knew that even if there were many powerful police officers here, these brainless teenagers would not care about anything if they got impulsive, and they could only be suppressed by someone they respected.

Oh, youthful spirit? Chivalry?

Sure enough, when he heard that his eldest brother would be here soon, even Eikichi Onizuka, who was planning to make a big scene, shrank his neck.

Kuroda Kaito turned around and said something to a few people, who then ran out of the dojo and waited at the door to welcome Hojo Kyosuke, while the others obediently walked to an empty space and sat down.

For a moment, those vicious thugs just now actually looked somewhat well-behaved.

This made Daidoji, who had been watching them, laugh out loud.

What? It turns out that Hojo boy is really respected.

The people in society who were originally talking lively and lively, now unconsciously lowered their voices, and when talking about Hojo Kyosuke, they even avoided calling him by his name. There was nothing they could do, they always felt that there were many eyes staring at them from behind. Before, they dared to tease Hojo Kyosuke and say that young people were ignorant of the immensity of the world, but now they were surrounded by so many young people, and even adults couldn't stand it.

However, Kujuku Shinhong was in much better spirits. He called out the names of Onizuka Eikichi and the others and waved.

"Ah, so it's the teacher who ranked second."

Eikichi Onizuka was very happy to meet an old friend, and his voice was very warm when he greeted him.

Jiujiuzhen's face turned red and he said unhappily, "What do you mean by the second-place teacher? This title is really rude! Don't you want to be a teacher? This is not the way to do it!"

"Hahaha, you can't just be polite if you want to gain the respect of students."

Onizuka waved his hand and enthusiastically discussed his life as a high school teacher with this acquaintance.

Without letting the others wait any longer, just when everyone was feeling uncomfortable being stared at by the Rage Angels, they noticed that the young men suddenly stood up. They stretched their heads and looked outside, only to see a silver-gray Toyota Alpha parked at the entrance of the dojo.

Before the car stopped, Hojo Kyosuke saw through the car window the people lined up in front of the entrance of Okemachi Chiba Dojo, as well as Onizuka Eikichi and others who kept running out of the dojo and forming a line.

"..."

Hiss, do these guys like this so much?

Hojo Kyosuke gritted his teeth and his face was trembling.

"Hahahahahaha, I really envy you, Hojo. You always have such a grand presence wherever you go."

Naito Akifumi laughed.

"How about letting you get off the car and feel it first?" someone said sincerely.

"Really?"

Naito was very excited. He was a policeman sitting in an office, but he had never experienced such a grand ceremony. Usually, he was the one who lined up to welcome the guests. On the other hand, his colleagues who were on the scene were often welcomed by reporters and media. But they only had microphones stuffed into their mouths, and never had such neat bows.

The young people at the entrance of the dojo were not dressed neatly, some in suits, some in school uniforms, and some in shorts. Some wore formal clothes but slippers, and most wore T-shirts with designs of Hojo Kyosuke's works. Ah, yes, the manufacturers responsible for the peripherals would always send some samples to someone to check and build a closer relationship, and then he would basically keep some and pack them all and give them to his subordinates.

Those peripheral clothes are not cheap. Some of the members of the Runaway Angels resell them, while some are kept for themselves. When they go out to brag, they can pull the clothes and shout, "See? This is what the general manager gave me. He said that this monster/giant was drawn according to my appearance. Do you think I look like him?" This can be considered a way to pick up girls.

Although their attire was not up to par, the young people lined up on both sides of the door, each standing straight with their heads held high and their chests puffed out. They looked as if they were about to explode with energy and vigor. They all stared at the car door with bright eyes. It was obvious that as long as they opened the car door, they would receive the warmest welcome.

Thinking of this, Naito quickly refused. If those evil guys found out that it was him who came down, they would tear him to pieces, right?

"Forget it, forget it. You should come. They are expecting you, right?"

Hojo Kyosuke shook his head and smiled, and Hirata outside the car also opened the door at the right time.

The general manager stepped out of the car, turned around and stretched out his hand, and said in a gentle voice:

"Let's go, Mitsuha."

"Hmm~"

Mitsuha smiled sweetly and placed her tender little white hand gently on Kyosuke's palm for him to hold.

Just as Hojo Kyosuke took a step forward in the line.

"Shh-"

Dozens of heads bowed and shouted:

"Thank you for your hard work, Chief!"

The sound was not loud. Having been beaten countless times by Hojo Kyosuke, they still stubbornly carried out the welcoming ceremony, but they had learned to be "low-key".

"Well, let's go."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled, still holding Mitsuha's hand, and walked in front. The people from Baozoutian followed one after another, until they reached the eaves of the dojo, where some people lowered their heads and waited for him.

"…Young people nowadays are really bad." Superintendent Kenichi Takenaka said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, if you don't know, you might think some important person has arrived." Someone next to him echoed.

"Hojo-kun has always been like this. His classmates and friends all like him very much."

Arisugawa Gouri, who had known Hojo Kyosuke for a long time, spoke up for him. He was the police chief whose daughter was seduced away by Hojo Kyosuke in the dojo of Rage Angel last time. His rank of Superintendent of Police was not low, so no one dared to say anything about Hojo Kyosuke after he spoke.

On the other hand, the German little yellow-haired Otsuka Ryunosuke's eyes lit up, he clenched his fists and said excitedly: "But it's really so majestic, like a shogun!"

It is indeed so. Just looking at it makes one feel that this is what a real man should do.

Although no one said it, they all thought so in their hearts. Policeman Ozaki kept it in mind and decided to have everyone rehearse after returning to the Eighth Convenient Headquarters, and notify the police station in charge so that Chief Takenaka can show off his power the next time he goes there.

Then, these people with different thoughts turned around and saw that the just so majestic Hojo Kyosuke was actually helping the girl next to him take off her shoes.

Miyamizu Mitsuha sat on the edge of the corridor, her face flushed as she protested in a low voice: "No, there are so many people here, I should help you take off your shoes."

But the person in front of her didn't say a word, just held her little feet and took off her shoes.

"How many times can I help you take off your shoes? I don't want to miss such an opportunity."

Hojo Kyosuke said this with a smile, and finally gently pinched Mitsuha's little feet in white cotton socks, sat beside her and began to take off his shoes.

When he stood up, his subordinates who knew magic had already handed him a warm towel to wipe his hands.

"...hiss...young people nowadays are really amazing."

Superintendent Takenaka Kenji said it again with a twitching eye.

Not far from him, Arisugawa Gouri repeated it with a complicated expression. He recalled that his silly daughter Arisugawa Ren was probably still at the Mystery Association Awards Hotel, running over eagerly to congratulate Hojo Kyosuke on his award, but now she is running over here with other girls, what a shame...

When Hojo Kyosuke walked into the dojo, a group of people stood up. This time they were not the ones welcoming him, but those who had been waiting to chop him with a knife.

Hojo Kyosuke still held Mitsuha's hand, looked around, and said with a smile:

"Good evening, everyone."

"We ate it, we all ate it."

Onitsuka whispered quietly.

Naito Akifumi, who was following behind, seemed not to smell the gunpowder at the scene. He stepped forward and introduced the two parties.

"This is Hojo Kyousuke, who taught himself in a rural dojo (Yamamura Onobutsu:?), blended the essence of Hokushin Ittoryu and many other schools, and won three consecutive national competitions.

The King of Hand Chopping

Kendo Emperor

The End of the World

Genre terminator

genius among geniuses

The invincible Hojo Kyosuke."

Well... Naito Akifumi certainly smelled the gunpowder, he just felt that the amount was too small and not satisfying.

Listening to the endless flattery, even the members of the Rampage Angels widened their eyes.

Chiba Zhen in the crowd opened his mouth wide.

"As expected, he is the best "Hojo Fuki" in the world." (End of this chapter)