Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 650 I really only ate 4 bowls of rice!

To be fair, Masashi Tsuruta is a man with a very distinctive appearance. Anyone who sees him for the first time will be attracted by his pair of triangular eyebrows.

Old people's eyebrows are naturally sparse, but Tsuruta Masao's are thick and dense, and as black as if a child had cut two triangles out of black cardboard and pasted them on.

With eyebrows like this, he certainly can't be approachable. But then again, if he wanted to show his friendliness, he wouldn't have chosen this formal kimono. Hojo Ichiro's home-style kimono is very casual, giving people the feeling that he just finished a nap and rubbed his eye boogers to attend the award ceremony.

Just by using his name, the members of the Standing Committee, such as Kitamura Kazuo and Kurokawa Toyomasa, were afraid of him. Tsuruta Masashi really had the strength to make Nishizawa Osamu use his power to bully others. This should have been the time when the most visitors came, but when the old man stood at the door, the later guests did not dare to pass him to enter. Those who knew him nodded and bowed to him, and those who did not know him did not dare to say a word when seeing this situation.

The traffic situation did not improve until Masashi Tsuruta, with a pair of thick black triangular eyebrows, slowly walked into the hall.

The triangular old man was answering other people with a serious expression, while following Nishizawa's instructions, he looked at Hojo Kyosuke who was standing in the corner to the right of the gate and interacting with fans and taking photos.

Seeing that his ultimate weapon had locked onto the enemy, Nishizawa Yang quickly leaned close to Tsuruta Masashi's ear and wanted to speak.

Looking at the two ugly men huddled together with squinted eyes, Shenmu Guang suddenly laughed out loud.

"What happened, Shenmu-kun?"

Tsuruta Masashi asked. For some reason, although he was so serious, he was actually very nice to Kamiki Mitsuru.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect that I would have the honor to accompany Mr. Tsuruta and Mr. Nishizawa to participate in such an event. Being surrounded by so many outstanding people, I feel like I have become outstanding too."

Shenmu Guang said gently. His appearance was extremely deceptive and he was also a well-trained actor. As soon as he said this, Tsuruta Masashi's brows relaxed and the obtuse angle of the triangle immediately became larger.

Matsumoto Motohiro who was standing next to him also turned around when he heard this. When he turned around, he saw the smiling faces of Tsuruta Masashi and Nishizawa Nao, and also saw the two pairs of triangles, one above and one below.

What a pity! Why aren't the eyes and eyebrows on the same face? Otherwise, if you try harder, you might be able to put them together to form a square.

Huh? A square? It seems to be suitable for these two people. If it were Hojo, he should be able to use a knife to help them cut the triangle into a square, right?

Maybe it was because Hojo Kyosuke's unparalleled swordsmanship left too deep an impression on Matsumoto Motohiro when they participated in the show together last time. Now, surrounded by a group of allies, Matsumoto Motohiro inexplicably thought of that shiny samurai sword. Then, he imagined in his mind the scene of Hojo Kyosuke holding the sword and cutting the two pairs of triangles into squares with a few swipes.

Ah, no, that won't work. Nishizawa-san's eyes are already very small. If they are cut further, he won't be able to see anything at all.

Thinking of this, Motohiro Matsumoto laughed nonsensically.

"Why are you laughing again?"

Xi Zeyang asked with a frown, he inexplicably felt a sense of malice.

"I remembered something happy." Motohiro Matsumoto quickly stopped smiling.

“Mr. Matsumoto must also feel happy to be able to participate in such an event with the two teachers.”

Shenmu Guang suddenly interrupted.

"Yes, yes, that's right."

Although Motohiro Matsumoto walked down the stairs, he always felt that this actor with a gentle smile had bad intentions.

Nishizawa glared at the two of them in dissatisfaction, then leaned close to Tsuruta Masao's ear and whispered:

"You see, Mr. Tsuruta, the mystery novel world has become so impetuous now. Young people become complacent and forget about everything after achieving a little success. It is urgently needed for seniors like you to correct it."

Masashi Tsuruta didn't say anything, but just slowly walked two steps towards the gate, squinting his eyes and staring at Hojo Kyosuke over there.

Although they are writers who need to write every day, neither Tsuruta Masashi nor Nishizawa Osamu wear glasses, proving with their own strength that it is really not easy to get myopia if you just read and write.

When Nishizawa Yang saw Tsuruta staring at his prey like a poisonous snake, he couldn't help but shudder, and dark memories began to attack him.

"It doesn't matter. Young people make mistakes all the time."

Suddenly, Tsuruta Masao laughed out loud, and his voice was actually somewhat kind and gentle. He raised his hand and gently patted Nishizawa's shoulder, and his wide sleeves seemed to swallow him whole:

"Wasn't Xi Zejun a spirited and talented young man back then? Now he has become so mature and steady."

"Yes Yes……"

Nishizawa's already bent back became even more hunched. Maybe it was an illusion, but Matsumoto Motohiro keenly realized that the relationship between the two was probably not so harmonious.

Tsuruta Masao laughed and said while slowly adjusting the belt in front of him:

"It is always said that if this country wants to move forward, it needs a constant infusion of blood and sweat. This is not wrong, but everyone seems to have overlooked an important thing."

"What did they overlook?" an association elder nearby asked in unison.

Tsuruta Masao smiled reservedly. He looked around and smiled with satisfaction when he saw the respectful looks in everyone's eyes:

"When I was young, I needed to eat four bowls of rice to fill my stomach, but there were too many brothers and sisters at home at that time, and my father's salary alone was not enough to support us, so my mother begged me, she said, "Zhengzhang, since you can only be satisfied after eating the fourth bowl of rice, why can't you just eat the fourth bowl?"

Ok?

Critic Motohiro Matsumoto was listening attentively, thinking that he would hear some shocking remarks from this great writer, but he didn't expect it to be just this?

Tsuruta Masao stopped talking here. Everyone gathered around him knew that they should react at this time, and that reaction should be to sneer and ridicule, but the protagonist of the story in that sentence was Tsuruta's mother. How could they dare to laugh?

There was no laughter, and Tsuruta Masao's face showed no expression. Everyone was uneasy, wondering if the boss felt their respect or felt embarrassed. Alas, the boss's mind was unfathomable.

Fortunately, Tsuruta Masao laughed out loud:

"What a foolish woman! If you can be full by the fourth bowl of rice, why not just eat the last grain of rice?"

His tone was extremely contemptuous, as if he was not talking about his mother but some other stranger.

I think you are an idiot. Your mother is not mentally handicapped. How could she not know that people should not eat only the last grain of rice? Your mother is begging you to eat less and leave a way for others in the family to live, bastard! How about I give you an urn to help you fast forward your life?

Motohiro Matsumoto was complaining wildly in his heart. Even though he was such a shameless person, he still felt extremely uncomfortable after hearing what Tsuruta Masashi said. It should be said that although he was a bastard, he was still very filial to his mother. At least on holidays related to his mother, he would collect two advertising fees and write a few promotional articles in the newspaper.

He kept cursing in his heart, but Matsumoto Motohiro showed no expression on his face. Like everyone else, he didn't dare to laugh or speak and just pretended to be a wooden man.

Fortunately, Tsuruta Masashi himself knew how to laugh. The fact that others didn't laugh made him feel more deeply his supreme authority, and he was deeply infatuated with this feeling.

The writer is a national teacher? Then what is I, who teaches national teachers? Is I a Kami?

"Hahaha, governing a big country is like cooking a small fish. The mistakes made by my stupid mother are inevitable for this country as well."

His tone suddenly sank:

“Injecting fresh blood can push a country forward, but can a building only have a roof installed?”

"cornerstone!"

"The most important thing is the cornerstone, which is the cornerstone that supports this country! Without fresh blood, this country will stagnate, but without the cornerstone, the only thing that will greet this country is collapse!"

The triangular old man raised his voice a lot, attracting many people's attention, and even many of the fans surrounding Hojo Kyosuke turned around. But before Tsuruta Masao could make another deafening statement, the young ladies turned around again and shouted "Hojo teacher" with lustful faces.

Tsuruta Masao's expression suddenly became much uglier. He stared at Hojo Kyosuke's back with cold eyes and said in a deep voice:

"When you build a skyscraper, you don't need misshapen bricks."

After saying the last sentence, he flicked his sleeves and turned to walk towards the passage on the left side of the hall.

"Oh, that's amazing. As expected of Mr. Tsuruta, he can always say such thought-provoking words anytime and anywhere!" Matsumoto Motohiro complimented.

"Damn, what does anytime and anywhere mean? It's because Mr. Tsuruta has penetrated the world, so even ordinary words contain profound philosophy." Nishizawa Yang was unwilling to be left behind.

“The name of "Neon Ellery Queen" is well-deserved. I am looking forward to Mr. Tsuruta's new work. I wonder what kind of wonderful story I will see. Please allow me to be the first to read it when the time comes.”

"Tsuruta's last work explored the flaws of the current education system. The new work should be a step further and explore the future of young people in Japan."

"..."

Listening to the endless flattery around him, Xi Zeyang was completely numb. He cursed you bastards in his heart, you flatter if you want to, but why do you keep talking about that old guy's new work, are you eager to help him advertise!

This group of people were all influential people in the literary world, so their seats were all near the front. When walking forward along the left side of the hall, they seemed like a large black mass, like a line of crows.

"What do you mean, should we ask that old man to leave early?"

Onizuka Eikichi was already squatting behind a huge flower pot, and said in a cold voice:

"military adviser?"

Squatting next to him with the same hooligan look was his most promising junior Hata Goro. This chestnut-headed man was also staring at the backs of Tsuruta Masashi and his group with an unfriendly look. His determined expression seemed to say "I'm ready to go to juvenile detention, and I can't wait to send that old guy who was disrespectful to the general manager to hell right now."

Hata Goro felt that if the policewoman heard what he had done, she would probably hug him and comfort him, and maybe she would be able to forget the shadow cast by Kuroda.

Well, Senior Onizuka said that if it is a juvenile crime, the Koban will try to send out policewomen instead of fierce-looking detectives.

Well, poor Hatagoro had no idea that Onizuka had never been formally arrested, after all, he might not be the strongest in a fight, but he would definitely be able to escape faster than anyone else.

Do you really think that all that gasoline is for nothing, bastard! Bad guys who only know how to fight won't live long! Didn't you see that the military advisors are preparing for the judicial examination?

Although the others did not speak, they all looked up at Tetsuta Kisaki who was standing motionless at the side, expecting him to shout "do it".

Behind a pot of lush African jasmine, squatted Onizuka Eikichi, Danma Ryuji, Hata Goro, Kuroda Kaito... a total of six or seven people.

Everyone passing by would exclaim when they saw them, and the ladies would subconsciously cover their skirts.

Onizuka Eikichi said that although their original purpose was to monitor the enemy, it was difficult to suppress the body's instinct. As we all know, the human body is a whole. Since it is a whole, there is no such thing as the brain controlling the body, otherwise it would be too unfair. So Onizuka Eikichi's eyes have their own opinions, and it is not a heinous crime to like looking at the smooth and slender calves of beautiful women.

Fortunately, although there are many brainless and perverted subordinates, Xisaki standing by has resolved all the conflicts well. He is wearing a silver-gray suit, standing there like a steel bar, with neatly trimmed hair and gold-rimmed glasses that shine with a cold light, all of which show that he is a ruthless character.

Those girls who wanted to scream would flee in panic like victims of crime after seeing the poisonous look in Kisaki's eyes. That's how a bunch of idiots who thought that a pot of African jasmine could cover them up could eavesdrop on Tsuruta Masao's words for so long.

"What does it matter if other people see us? We're not spying on them anyway."

Eikichi Onizuka has his own theory about his idiotic behavior.

Finally, Kisaki withdrew his gaze from Tsuruta Masashi and looked down at his colleagues whose IQs were questionable.

He sighed and felt that it was a wise decision not to choose these few people when carrying out his elder brother's plan.

"It's okay. Big brother has already written the script for him. All we have to do now is watch him walk step by step towards the abyss."

After saying that, Xisaki sneered without further explanation.

"Um, Xisaki."

Onitsuka had already stood up, brushed off a leaf from his head, and spoke in a deep tone.

"What?" Xisaki asked in confusion.

"If we talk about sneers, it has to be your sneer that has that flavor!"

Onitsuka gave a thumbs up, and the other idiots echoed, saying that Kisaki Tetsuta was indeed a sinister villain. (End of this chapter)