Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 654 I disagree!

Seeing Kenzo Chino back on stage, everyone present knew that today's main event was about to begin. The podium had been fully lit, while the lights below the stage had always been slightly dim, semi-forcing everyone to focus their attention on the podium.

A few well-informed guests already knew the final result of this year's Neon Mystery Writers Association Awards, but many others did not know. But at this moment, everyone could not help but hold their breath, staring at Kenzo Chikano on the stage, staring at the card in his hand without blinking.

Below the stage, Yamauchi Sakura and others who had already celebrated once were no exception. They were still nervous and excited, their eyes moving back and forth between the podium and Hojo Kyosuke. Only Mitsuha Miyamizu, who had received some instructions from Hojo Kyosuke before, vaguely felt that something unexpected might happen.

"Mina-san, today..."

After making sure that all eyes were on him, Kenzo Chino, who was on the stage, spoke slowly with a smile on his face, fully demonstrating what it means to be overjoyed. If you didn't know him, you would think he had won the award. But it was understandable, after all, the number and quality of guests attending the award ceremony today far exceeded those of previous years, and these were all the achievements of him as the president!

Looking at the big guys in the audience who were far beyond his reach in terms of talent and power, all looking up at him with respect, Kenzo Chino felt as if his legs were trembling, that was excitement!

"…Today, after the selection committee’s…"

"Wait a mininute!"

A voice suddenly sounded, abruptly interrupting Kenzo Chino's passionate speech.

Kenzo Chikano closed his mouth in astonishment and looked at Nishizawa Naka who stood up in disbelief.

This guy, he actually dared to do this!

This guy, how dare he do this? !

Kenzo Chino was not the only one who was surprised. The reporters who had already prepared their cameras to record the moment of Hojo Kyosuke's enthronement were like a motorcycle with the front brake suddenly applied, and each of them almost did a 360-degree front flip. When they recovered, they frantically took pictures of Nishizawa Osamu and Tsuruta Masao beside him.

Wow! Big news! Absolutely big news!

At this time, "Weekly Bunshun" reporter Hirota Yoshitoki didn't care about taking pictures of Hojo Kyosuke. He was shouting wildly in his heart, while squatting and moving towards Nishizawa Osamu without making a sound.

The award ceremony was interrupted!

As one of the oldest literary awards in Japan, the Mystery Writers Association Award has never encountered such an incident! And the person who interrupted was actually the judge, Osamu Nishizawa!

The guests and participants in the audience also made slight noises, and even with their good manners, they couldn't help but talk about it.

On the side of Hojo Kyosuke's family and friends, his lovely mother, Ms. Hojo Mikiko, had a blank expression on her young face. This was beyond someone's expectation. He thought that his mother would at least remain elegant in front of Sakura, Eriri and Niu-chan's mothers, but this mother was so straightforward when it came to her beloved son.

Hojo Ichiro held his wife's hand tightly, fearing that his wife would slam the table and throw the cup in anger. Over at the girls' table, Eriri's beautiful eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment, and her little face still vaguely showed the previous excitement. Yukino, Kato Megumi and others had similar reactions, only Mitsuha said in her heart, "As expected."

Similar to Mitsuha's reaction, Morimura Seiichi, who was sitting in the middle of the first row, slowly closed his eyes, and the words of Hojo Kyosuke appeared in his mind again: "It's difficult to persuade a dying ghost with kind words."

On the podium, Kenzo Chikano glanced at Hojo Kyosuke out of the corner of his eye and saw that he was still sitting there in a very relaxed manner, as if he was not affected by the sudden situation at all.

hiss--

You, the person who was described on the internet as "a candidate with an excellent sense of relaxation" was right.

Looking at the pairs of doubtful eyes in the audience, the president secretly gritted his teeth, cursing in his heart while looking sinisterly at Nishizawa Yang, Tsuruta Masashi and his group.

Over there, Nishizawa Yang felt the gazes focused on him, secretly happy, but he still quickly bent down, supported Tsuruta Masao's arms with both hands and helped him up. This scene was too big, and the teacher had to do it himself, as his small body couldn't handle it.

"...Um? Teacher Nishizawa? Is there something wrong? If you need help, you can go to the right side of the venue, there is a fire escape..."

Kenzo Chikano had a sinister look in his eyes, and he tried his best to save the situation.

Nishizawa Yang naturally heard that this was his last chance. If he didn't get out of this situation, it would be a real fight to the death. However, he had no way back, so he just smiled and said that he had nothing to do, but that Mr. Tsuruta Masao had something to say.

Tsuruta Masajo was very impressive. The useless disciple beside him, Nishizawa Yang, was so nervous that his voice trembled under the gaze of hundreds of people. However, the old man with triangular eyebrows still stroked his kimono leisurely, then turned around and bowed to the left and right and behind him, and then slowly spoke:

"I'm very sorry for wasting your time due to personal reasons. I'm deeply sorry for that..."

I'm so sorry, why don't you shut up? Kenzo Chino on the stage was almost biting his teeth, his eyes kept drifting towards Hojo Kyosuke, expecting this guy to immediately perform the super fast sword drawing technique he had shown on TV. But unfortunately, neither the former nor the latter went as he wished, and Tsuruta Masao immediately opened fire on him after apologizing.

"...I heard from Nishizawa-kun that there is a work that received praise from many judges in this year's selection, but I personally have a different opinion and I have to express it."

The old man with the triangular eyebrows said something without any apology, just like most Japanese people's apologies, which were just a ritual. The timing of his attack was also carefully planned, just before the final winning work was announced, which was also a last-minute way to save face for President Kenzo Chino. If the other party was sensible, he should have changed the winner immediately after he finished speaking.

Although his original goal was to use Hojo Kyosuke as a weapon to defeat Kenzo Chino and gain greater benefits, the political game has its own rules, and no one likes a person who kills without mercy.

"…Regarding the work "The Devotion of Suspect X", I believe that most of the people here should have read this novel. Even if they haven't read it, they must have heard of its name. After all, it can be said that one in every 500 people in Japan owns this book. So I have a question, what is Mina-san's biggest feeling after reading this book?"

Tsuruta Masashi held a microphone that he had gotten from somewhere and spoke slowly to the guests. However, he obviously didn't want anyone to answer him. After he finished answering the question, he continued:

"In order to keep up with the times, President Chino has reformed the selection mechanism and added an online voting mechanism. Although I am so old, I still don't want to be eliminated by the times, so I also join the trend. These are the comments I collected from the association's voting website and large domestic communication websites. Let everyone follow along and see what young people think of the work "The Devotion of Suspect X"."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Nishizawa Yang had already directed his followers to start projecting the sorted comments onto the backboard of the podium.

“This is the most beautiful love I can imagine.”

"Such a touching love story could only be written by someone who has never been in love! Hojo-sensei, please tell me that you have been dumped fifty times, and I will come to comfort you right away."

"Redemption and love, giving without asking for anything in return, this is the best love novel I have read this year."

"For the first time, I feel that this fat otaku isn't that disgusting. If it's someone as affectionate as Ishigami Tetsuya, then I can allow him to love me silently."

"Compared to the boring love between men and women, don't you think Ishigami and Yukawa are true love? That kind of silent understanding, just a casual whisper can sense the changes in your mood, is there a more compatible partner in the world than this?"

"..."

hiss--

Hojo Kyosuke, who was full of energy and elegance just now, now had to try his best to suppress the urge to dig his toes into the floor.

He had never expected that the old man Tsuruta Masajo would actually have the trick of executing someone in public. He felt so embarrassed that his scalp was numb. What was even worse was that Tsuruta also picked up the cheesy comments and read them out one by one. The old voice and the affectionate words were so torturous.

"What are you doing?"

Eriri tightly grasped Yamauchi Sakura's sleeve and asked anxiously in a low voice, while the latter tried to cover her mouth with both hands, trying not to laugh out loud.

No, Yingliang, you can't laugh! It's too quiet in this room, if you laugh everyone will hear it! Hang on!

"Oh, Sakura, stop laughing, something terrible is going to happen!"

Ying Lili wrinkled her nose and became more anxious.

"Don't worry, it's okay, Kyousuke is ready."

Mitsuha couldn't bear it anymore and comforted her gently. But then Eriri asked her a series of questions, which made her confused. How did she know what to prepare?

"Gentlemen!"

In front, Tsuruta Masatake raised his voice a little:

"For a work that made it to the final selection of the Neon Mystery Writers Association Awards, the most profound impression left on people after reading it was the hero's deep love for the heroine? How ridiculous is this."

The old man's voice was still serious, but full of emotion:

"A mystery novel relies on something other than reasoning to win. Do you think this meets the selection criteria? From Edgar Allan Poe to Edogawa Ranpo to Matsumoto Seicho, and even Mr. Morimura who set off the second wave of the social school, even if everyone has their own opinions, no matter whose work it is, it will make readers feel "ah, this is a mystery novel" as soon as they see it, right? Instead of reading the novel and starting to think, where can I find such a man to love me?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

A light laugh was heard from the guests, and Hojo Kyosuke immediately recognized it as Sakura's. After careful identification, it seemed to be Yukinoshita Haruno and Megumi's? Megumi was quite active even when she was just filling in the gaps.

Many publishers and people working in the IP adaptation industry in the audience were delighted. It is true that mystery novels have a fixed audience, but how can that compare to the audience of romance films? Love is the common emotion of human beings! Think about it, it is obviously a mystery novel, but what leaves a deep impression is the relationship between the male and female protagonists, and the male protagonist and the male supporting role. How touching is this relationship!

However, the guests sitting at the tables near the podium, the famous veterans in the mystery novel world, became extremely serious when they heard this, and each of them had a thoughtful look on their face.

Masao Tsuruta's small, mung bean-like eyes quickly glanced around, and when he saw the serious expressions of many of his colleagues in the association, he secretly said in his heart that a great deal had been accomplished.

Not to mention others, even Hojo Kyosuke himself couldn't hold it in anymore after hearing what he said, it made so much sense.

Later, Eriri, who was getting angrier and angrier the more she listened and was about to turn into an extreme terrorist, now had her face turn pale, her fists clenched, and she was shaking slightly.

What should I do? How should I help you, Kyosuke? Should I go up and knock the old man unconscious with a stool? Or should I just cut off the power? Or should I ask my dad to ask the bodyguard to pretend to be a doctor in a mental hospital and take the old man away?

The girl's thoughts were in a mess, her lips kept stammering, and her ever-changing expression made Yukinoshita Yukino marvel.

Suddenly, Eriri felt someone holding her thumb. She looked down and saw that it was Kashiko.

"Hey, Kashiko-san, why are you here?"

The girl looked up at Kyosuke's parents and saw Aunt Mikiko with a sullen face. This discovery instantly made Eriri feel much better. It turned out that she was not the only one who was nervous! Oh no, what about Uncle Ichiro? Why didn't he think highly of Kashiko?

Looking again, it turned out that the old father was holding his wife's hands tightly with both hands, comforting her in a gentle voice with a soft voice on his face.

Well, I originally thought Uncle Ichiro was joking when he said Kyosuke was just an unexpected product that affected their world of two people, but now he has even thrown Kashiko aside.

This father and son are really...

With a twitch of her lips, Eriri picked up the little girl and sat her on her lap.

Hojo Kashiko twisted her butt and felt that it was more comfortable to sit on Sister Shiyu's legs. But she was kind and didn't say it, but asked with concern:

"Eri, are you hungry?"

The little girl's voice was full of concern. In her eyes, Eriri was so hungry that her face turned pale and her hands were shaking. She looked so pitiful.

"Have some candy. Mom said sweet things can make you feel better!"

The cute childish voice instantly made Eriri feel better. She took a piece of cantaloupe-shaped soft candy and stuffed it into her mouth. As expected, a piece of wool came out from between her teeth. Well, this is another one of Kashiko's escapes from her pocket. But she didn't have time to go crazy at this time. (End of this chapter)