Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun had begun to tilt slightly to the west, allowing more sunlight to enter the street.

Because the video game store was right on the edge of the pedestrian street, Hojo Kyousuke quickly found his motorcycle.

"It's actually Triumph. I didn't expect you to have quite good taste."

Seeing Hojo Kyosuke's motorcycle, Erili affirmed.

"What?"

"Your motorcycle, although I can't identify the specific model, there is no doubt that it is a Triumph."

Although she is not interested in motorcycles, a large number of people in the girl circle are very interested in the British "upper class", so people keep asking her questions.

Not knowing how to explain to them, "Although I am of Japanese-English descent, I don't even know English well, let alone understand the UK." Eirili could only supplement relevant knowledge through her father and the Internet.

Triumph, the UK's largest motorcycle company and a brand loved by Hollywood stars, certainly falls within the scope of Yinglili's tutoring. Hollywood, that’s the place that neon stars are eager to enter.

"Oh, you said he was a gift given to me by someone else. His name is Rocket 33."

Instead of letting the girl on his back get off first and then get on the motorcycle, Hojo Kyousuke directly carried Eri on his back and got on the bike.

Although it was very convenient, the posture of the two of them also became very bad.

Because Hojo Kyousuke sat down, Eiriri's legs also became wrapped around his waist.

Realizing this, Yinglili quickly put her legs down without complaining about the name of the motorcycle.

"address?"

Hojo Kyosuke asked, handing the helmet to Eiri.

"Old Furukawa Garden."

Hojo Kyosuke opened the navigation and paused. He couldn't help but turned his head in surprise and looked at Eiri, who was wearing a helmet that was too big for her body.

Hey, is it true? Is this supposed to be a diplomat's residence? Or is her family really a wealthy British family?

"Is it the old Furukawa Garden that I know that the country wants to expropriate and use as a tourist attraction?"

"That's so annoying! It's so annoying. Why would anyone want to turn someone else's home into a scenic spot? Are the heads of those bureaucrats broken?"

Hearing Hojo Kyosuke's words, Eirili suddenly became furious.

"Okay, I get it, hold on tight, I'm going to go."

"Yes." A dull voice came from the helmet, and the girl's slender hands grasped the belt while hugging her waist and abdomen full of muscles.

These muscles are so exaggerated, I really want him to be a model for body portraits.

Thinking of this, Yinglili opened her little hands a little wider.

Hojo Kyosuke didn't have any messy thoughts. This may be the first time since he started riding a bicycle that he has carried people without any distractions. If you want to ask why, well...

The strong wind while riding took away all the heat of the noon sun.

Looking at the street scenes on both sides that were constantly lagging behind, and feeling the air that was constantly being broken by the two of them, Yinglili felt a sense of trance.

This was her first time riding a motorcycle, and also her first time having such close contact with a man other than her father.

Isn't this just like the knight Selvais riding a horse and carrying the princess Yingli running wildly in the mountains?

Thinking this, Yinglili fell into memories.

Because it was not rush hour, Hojo Kyousuke quickly arrived in front of the gorgeous building.

"It's so beautiful."

The first thing that came into view was the typical English garden located high up. Hojo Kyosuke rode to the door according to Eiri's guidance.

Because I sent the message in advance, the door is already open.

"Your family is so big, but you don't have any employees?"

Riding in the Japanese garden on the lower floor, Hojo Kyosuke asked casually.

"Because my father hates that aristocratic style, he only hires people temporarily when needed."

Also, it would be unusual for the British diplomat to raise a daughter who draws doujinshi.

At the parking place, a pretty woman was already waiting there.

"Mother."

Ying Lili raised a hand and shook it, and her mother hurried over.

Hojo Kyosuke stopped the car, got out first, and then took Eri Riri out as well. The lame Yinglili obviously couldn't come down alone, and the weak-looking lady couldn't be counted on either. In addition, the two of them seemed to have been in a relatively close state since they met, so Hojo Kyousuke's movements were quite natural, and the petite Erili was like a doll in his hands.

"Idiot! What are you doing?"

Eiri, who had already taken off her helmet, her fair little face suddenly turned red, and her cute little tiger teeth seemed to be about to bite Hojo Kyousuke.

It didn't matter when they were just two people, but now her mother is right next to her, and when that rotten girl sees her like this, she doesn't know how she will be teased in the future.

No, what does it mean to be indifferent, Hojo Kyosuke, this rude guy!

"Allah."

Sayuri Sawamura, who was standing aside and was about to help her daughter out of the car, saw this scene, immediately retracted her hand, covered her mouth and laughed softly.

"!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Yinglili turned her head and looked at her mother with shame and anger, but she was quickly defeated by her mother's teasing eyes.

"This one?" After teasing her daughter, Sayuri Sawamura looked at the second boy her daughter brought back to meet her parents.

"Hello, I'm Hojo Kyosuke, excuse me." Caressing Eiri with one hand, Hojo Kyosuke lowered his head slightly to say hello.

"Hello, Hojo-san, I am Eri's mother, Sayuri Sawamura. Could you please help me carry Lily to the house?"

Lily is the family's nickname for Yinglili.

So it’s not good to have such a big yard. There is still a long way from the garage to the main house.

Entering the Western-style building with a brown theme and white windows, Hojo Kyousuke placed Eri on the sofa.

When Sayuri Sawamura went to prepare the ice pack, he also took a brief look inside the house.

All solid wood decoration, hollow winding stairs, gorgeous columns carved with exquisite patterns...

Two words, rich.

"Since you're already home, I'll take my leave first."

After drinking the black tea that Mrs. Sayuri just poured for him, Hojo Kyosuke stood up and said.

"Hojo-kun, are you leaving now? It's almost lunch time, please stay for a quick meal."

Sayuri Sawamura, who came over with an ice pack, said that no matter what, he was the one who brought his injured daughter back. It seemed bad to let him go without properly thanking her.

Moreover, Yinglili seems to be in harmony with him unexpectedly.

Recalling the interaction between her daughter and this boy named Hojo Kyosuke, and thinking about her daughter's shyness when she was on his back, Sawamura Sayuri, who had always been worried about her daughter who had no friends, suddenly wanted to help the two become friends.

"Hojo, just have your meal and leave. Besides, don't you have some questions about light novels that you want to ask me about?"

Eiriri said while sitting on the sofa, but although she was talking to Hojo Kyosuke, her head turned to the side and looked out the window.

"Then I'll excuse you."

Hearing Eiri's somewhat nervous words, based on the influence of his previous life, Hojo Kyosuke agreed after thinking about it for a while.

"Eiriri, you can take Hojo-san to your room to play. I'll prepare dinner." After Sayuri Sawamura finished speaking, she walked to the kitchen. Since she was entertaining guests, she should cook herself.

"What, why do I have to take this guy to my room."

Although she muttered like this, Eiriri naturally raised her arms and summoned Hojo Kyosuke.

Looking at the other party's natural actions and thinking about the blushing and angry look before, Hojo Kyousuke not only lamented the girl's awkward personality.

Then he squatted down, carried the girl on his back, and followed the instructions to her room.