The wall murals on the walls of this lounge, called kinkei, are in the style of a Western banquet hall and the chandeliers and floors are completely in the style of a Western banquet hall. Just like a golden light that you will see when you open the door, it can be described as golden and brilliant inside.

Kyosuke Hojo also knows why this lounge is rented, so there will be no more weddings, and feelings are the essence here.

After a few brief pleasantries, Shigeru Hamamoto led the two new winners to his previous position. The two editors and Samisaki went their separate ways to find their own circles.

"Wancheng-sensei, Misaki-sensei, these are the two teachers I just talked about, Kyosuke Hojo and Tsuyoshi Hiroshi."

With Shigeru Hamamoto's introduction, the two men who were originally sitting also stood up, said polite words with a smile on their faces, and stretched out their hands.

Wancheng Yaji, the award-winning work is "Erzi Yuchuan Little Ghost", the content is very warm, it is the fun story of three elementary school students in Erzi Yuchuan during the summer vacation.

Mizaki Megaku, the work is "Death Comes to My House", the content is also warm, a heavy Coke lover, before judging the dying person, he will ask the other party if he likes Coke. Although it does not show that the Grim Reaper will favor people who like Coke, the author revealed in the interview that the Grim Reaper does do things differently depending on the answer.

These things are all written on the information given by Samisaki on the way to come before.,In order to let Kyosuke Hojo come to socialize now.。 So, not surprisingly, although he had never heard of these two people before, he still called out the names of the two of them, and then began to quickly praise each other's works.

Within a few people, the conversation was in full swing, not at all like the people they had just met.

Feng Ban next to him was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at someone in shock. In his cognition, Kyosuke Hojo didn't even care about winning awards, and he was a little too lazy to even stuff it into his hands, let alone know the information of the literary circle.

If it weren't for the fact that he and President Konno had more contact with each other, knowing that this person was simply lazy, they would have to believe that Hojo Kyosuke was a madman who became famous at a young age.

But now, of course, he had also learned about several other people who were also winners in advance, but before he could find out the relevant information from his head, Kyosuke Hojo had already spoken to the other party.

This guy, shouldn't he just dislike himself and Konno-san as a married middle-aged uncle, and think it doesn't match his style, right? Tsuyoshi Osaka looked suspiciously at the other two authors on the table.

Although he is not a handsome person, he looks ...... He lowered his head and looked at his bushy beard and beer belly.

Hey, this is a symbol of happiness for a married man!

Besides, in front of this guy in Hojo, who can be confident?

"Oh, Representative Hamamoto, why are you hiding here, I've been looking for you for a long time."

A voice came from the side, and Shigeru Hamamoto quickly stood up and looked back. A man in a crimson suit with a triangular mustache at his chin.

"Ishida-sensei, do you need anything?" When he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Kyosuke Hojo again, before this teacher Ishida Hidenori said that Hojo Sang was arrogant, it seems that the relationship between the two may not be very good.

"It's nothing, just confirm the question of tomorrow's award ceremony and ask if there's anything I need to prepare."

Ishida Hidenori waved his hand, which was obviously a normal movement, but with his face and mustache, as well as his crimson suit, it looked very pompous.

Sure enough, this kind of color and style of clothes, except for the little guys in the cowherd shop, not many people can control it, Feng Ban Gang secretly thought to himself.

Get ready? Preparing an acceptance speech? Shigeru Hamamoto shook his head in confusion:

"Rest assured, we are all ready and the award ceremony will take place smoothly."

"That's good." Hidenori Ishida nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at the other people at the table.

"By the way, let me introduce you, this is the author of "The Devotion of Suspect X", Kyosuke Hojo-sensei. This is the author of "Memories of the Night", Mr. Tsuyoshi Hiroshi. Shigeru Hamamoto's right elbow was slightly bent and introduced.

"Ahh It turned out to be Amisaka-san, but I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time! Hidenori Ishida stretched out his hand enthusiastically.

Looking at the hand stretched out to him, Feng Ban just blinked his eyes, and then widened suddenly, always feeling that he had heard this before. Oh, by the way, that's what that good-looking lady said to Hojo when she first arrived at the entrance of the memorial hall.

Ishida-san, I take back the preface, although your outfit is ugly, but you are a person with vision!

Seeing that the other party ignored Hojo Kyosuke shaking hands with him first, Tsuyoshi Amisaka was secretly refreshed in his heart, and hurriedly stretched out his hand.

But he didn't expect that it would be difficult to separate his hands. I thought that the other party would talk to Hojo after two words of greeting, but I didn't expect to stop talking for almost a minute.

The smile on Shigeru Hamamoto's face froze, and he looked at Kyosuke Hojo with the other two people at the table, only to see that the other party still had a smile on his face, just as polite as before.

Yes, it's really very self-contained, he couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Humility in the face of other people's praise, this is an ability that can be easily exercised, but in the face of this obviously deliberate neglect and still maintain a demeanor, it requires a good psychological literacy.

Not to mention that the smile was still bright, not reluctant at all, even a man looked good.

Feng Ban just broke free of his hand, only to feel that his palms were full of sticky hand sweat, although he was already a standard social person, but he still couldn't help but shudder in his heart, but he was funny in his heart, and wanted to see the reaction of this guy in Hojo.

Turning his head, he saw the bright smile on the other party's face, which was different from Shigeru Hamamoto's reaction, and Tsuyoshi Osaka chuckled in his heart.

At the kind invitation of President Konno, he had to watch all the videos of the kendo competition in Hojo Kyosuke Junior High School with "great interest".

This guy also smiled like this when he was provoked before the game, and then stabbed the opponent's throat in the arena, causing the opponent's whole person to fly, and the whole face turned blue after the man took off the mask, and the ambulance squad was startled, and the ambulance came.

There is no doubt that it is a clean and neat book, although it is a stinging throat that middle school students should not master. However, no matter the movement, momentum or hitting position, there is nothing wrong with the standard.

When watching the video, Chairman Konno couldn't help but clapped his hands and jumped, which shows how wonderful this blow is. But Tsuyoshi Tsuyoshi, who doesn't know much about kendo, feels a chill on his scalp, and believes that Hojo-san's opponent will regret the pre-match provocation.

"Oh, Hojo, is that the one who said he was already sure to win this year's Honya Grand Prix?" Reluctantly, Hidenori Ishida stretched out his hand softly like a European noblewoman.

Shigeru Hamamoto and the other two writers all looked at Kyosuke Hojo when they heard this, wondering how he would react. I saw that the man who seemed to be about to spit on himself just now suddenly patted Tsuyoshi Fengsaka's shoulder, and said with a serious expression:

"Fengsaka, why did you suddenly perform a solo comic, hurry up and wash your hands, be careful that you will have to amputate later."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Tsuyoshi Hirosaka, who had just recalled Kyosuke Hojo's murderous appearance, subconsciously responded, not that he was timid, but that what the other party said seemed to have a convincing power.

Just like Ishida Hidenori did just now, Kyosuke Hojo completely ignored the other party. Shigeru Hamamoto applauded secretly when he saw it, a graceful counterattack!

And Ishida Hidenori, who was still proud of the spring breeze just now, turned his face into the color of pig liver, which made Tsuyoshi Ishisaka on the side think of the person lying on the ground waiting for the stretcher again.

Hearing the words of the two, Wancheng Yaji burst out laughing. Seeing that the laughter attracted Hidenori Ishida's unkind gaze, he hurriedly waved his hand and explained:

"I can't help but be happy at the thought of winning the award tomorrow."

"Hahahaha, so am I." Misakime released his smile in a similar way, and patted Wancheng next to him on the shoulder:

"It's an honor to be able to win the award with Wan Chengsan."

"Rejoice and rejoice."

The two sang and harmonized, which made Tsuyoshi Osaka laugh too, and the only ones who didn't laugh were Hidenori Ishida and Shigeru Hamamoto, but the latter also laughed when he saw the former's increasingly ugly expression.

"Ahem, it's rude, I can't help but be happy from the bottom of my heart when I think of so many excellent works that this year's generals can include."

"It's all thanks to the efforts of Hamamoto-san and the committee."

Kyosuke Hojo, who had already sat down and crossed Jiro's legs, raised his teacup in greeting.

"That's right, it's the first time I've come to the Meiji Memorial Museum, and I didn't expect there to be a place like this in Tokyo." Mitsuki from Kyoto sighed.

"I'm sorry you can still have this kind of building in the countryside." Kyosuke Hojo responded with a smile, he has Kyoto people at home, and he knows this kind of joke that is all from the countryside outside of Kyoto.

"Hey, don't say that in a place like this!"

"Well, it turns out that we people in Tokyo are slandered like this in private." Tsuyoshi Osaka joined the conversation.

Seeing that the other people had entered the normal chat mode again, Shigeru Hamamoto, who was still standing, was embarrassed to clasp his toes. I complained in my heart about Ishida Hidenori, doesn't this person know how to read air at all? His lung capacity is amazing, but he is not!

"Ishida-sensei, I'll introduce you to those editors here." As the organizer, he had to bite the bullet.

"It's really a genius that happens once in 5,000 light years, at least this arrogance is worthy of the name." Hidenori Ishida was planted in the ground like a radish, motionless, swaying the red and yellow leaves and began to speak.

"Hirosaka-san, do you know, in fact, light years are distance units." Kyosuke Hojo said.

"Huh? Is it like this? Gao Caisheng Fengsaka was stunned for a moment, and the newspaper said that every day, which made him think that this was a unit of time.

Ishida Hidenori was also stunned, he just saw this nickname from the newspaper, but then his witty little brain turned:

"What I mean is that there is only one genius like you in the universe five thousand light-years away."

"Oh, thank you for the compliment, Mr. Ishida, this kind of thing is just said in private, everyone is equal here."

Kyosuke Hojo had an expression of "don't do this next time" and waved his hand accusatorily. When it comes to yin and yang, he will not lose to others.

"You guy!"

Ishida was about to step forward as soon as his steps moved, Kyosuke Hojo was about to get up with joy in his heart, and Tsuyoshi Osaka was ready to stay away.

"Haha, Ishida-san, the editors over there have been waiting for a long time." Shigeru Hamamoto reached out and grabbed it.

"I hope you can still laugh when you stand in the audience tomorrow and listen to my acceptance speech and applaud me."

After dropping a sentence, the big carrot was finally pulled out by Shigeru Hamamoto, and his mouth was still chattering.

"Hamamoto-san, I think your committee should be a little more cautious when nominating in the future."

Kyosuke Hojo raised an eyebrow, not knowing why the other party had such confidence. So he turned his head to look at Tsuyoshi Osaka and asked questions with his eyes.

"Ahem, reasoning should have won the prize for reasoning." Tsuyoshi Gassaka took a sip of water.

Someone recalled the materials I had read before, and Hidenori Ishida's award-winning work was called "Memories of Fourteen-Year-Olds", and from the name, I knew that it was a story about an adolescent boy and a girl. The works of the other three people on the table can also be summed up by a "warmth".

I see, it's no wonder that it's called an award that represents Japanese folk literature, and the most popular thing for the public is that it really makes people smile.

"In fact, there was basically no orthodox reasoning that won the grand prize in the past." Tsuyoshi Osaka continued.

"But I'll take the prize." Kyosuke Hojo said.

In a categorical sentence, Wan Cheng and Misaki saw the pride of this genius, but they also nodded convincingly with Tsuyoshi Tsuyoshi.

It's all said that the Civilian Literature Award, because I like the author, so I can't vote?!

Even if it's just rubbish written by someone, as long as it looks good, there are still a large number of people who will blindly follow it. Not to mention that Kyosuke Hojo's content is really, really good.

"To tell you the truth, after seeing Hojo-san's signing at Kii Kuniya, I also asked the publishing house to arrange a signing meeting for me there."

Wancheng Yaji smiled bitterly and started the story.

"Haha, Wanjo-san still doesn't know the right thing about Hojo-sensei." Misaki quipped with a smile.

"Yes, I thought the bookstore didn't arrange a concert hall for me and was a little angry, but after seeing the number of people who came, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice, fortunately, the bookstore and the publishing house did a good job in the prior investigation, otherwise it would be a fool."

Wancheng sighed, on the photos released on the Internet and TV, behind Kyosuke Hojo's promotional sign, the line has been lined up for two blocks, and all of them are young girls. It's really an envy of the itchy teeth, and at that time he thought that there were so many beautiful women in Shinjuku, even if he was a little close......

"And the most annoying thing is that when I was in the bathroom, I accidentally heard ......"

"Was it really accidental?" Misaki asked with a smile.

"Of course! Don't interrupt, just hear the clerks discussing who to vote for. ”

"Hahaha, needless to say, I know, I must have said that I want to vote for this guy in Hojo." Tsuyoshi Osaka said with a smile, there is no one here who knows better than him.

"That's right!" Wan Cheng gritted his teeth.

"I've heard something similar at a bookstore in Kyoto, and the clerks said that if Hojo-san wins this year, he will be holding a book signing in Kyoto next year." Misaki gritted his teeth:

"Damn, for such reasons. Don't they know that the selection criterion is 'I want to sell in my own bookstore' and not 'I want the author to advertise in my own bookstore'! ”

"Hahaha, this is the so-called inclusiveness of literature." Kyosuke Hojo said with a smile.

"You guy! Is inclusivity explained in this way? ”

"Isn't it? When I read the book, I imagined that there would be a man like Ishigami who loved me affectionately, and the reading experience was not immediately improved by three notches. That's the sense of substitution. ”

"So, every author should go for a facelift to avoid disillusionment among readers?"

Tsuyoshi Osaka doesn't have a good temperament, if that's the case, wouldn't a rough man like him write a book of love from a female perspective to give readers goosebumps.

After laughing for a while, a few people chatted about Ishida Hidenori just now.

"Why is that guy so malicious towards Hojo, could it be that her wife divorced him because she liked Hojo?"

As a good friend, Tsuyoshi Osaka spoke unceremoniously, did not change his position because the other party looked up to him, and he was not stupid, knowing that he had just become a tool again. And he is a noble reasoner, although his works are not very popular in the house awards, but his status in the literary world is much higher than that of the other party.

"Don't talk nonsense, what kind of person will be a woman who can take a fancy to that kind of person, you think about it."

Kyosuke Hojo was taken aback, and when he looked at himself, he could know how beautiful and virtuous the girls in his family should be. Look at the red pickled radish, and you will know the other party's family. If Naoka sees herself wearing that, I'm afraid I'm going to faint all of a sudden.

"Hahaha, Hojo-san is really ruthless." Wan Cheng said with a smile.

"He's glad there are too many people here." Tsuyoshi Osaka sneered.

"How?" Misaki leaned over curiously.

"I don't know if you've heard of the strongest ...... in Tokyo. Ahem, ahem, let's go, Hojo, I'm out of breath. ”

"You guy, the next time I see President Konno, I'm going to propose to him to make a kendo club in the association, pull you in, and communicate more when we have time."

Kyosuke Hojo loosened Tsuyoshi Gassaka's neck and straightened his coat. It's so dangerous, and it was almost exposed.

"Spare me! I'm going to talk about the Sword Demon King! ”

So the topic of several people was crooked to the strength of Kyosuke Hojo's kendo again, and they agreed to visit together when Kenzo Konno took someone to the Dojo of the family.

"Anyway, Ishida will have a good show to watch tomorrow, and I hope that when Hidenori Ishida listens to Hojo's acceptance speech and applaud you in the audience, his face will not be too ugly, otherwise I can't help but laugh."

Wan Cheng took a sip of the teacup, thinking of the pig's liver-colored face just now, he couldn't help but laugh a little. It's really not graceful at all.,In comparison.,Hojo-san is as elegant and graceful as the brocade chicken on the wall.。

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to laugh, it's a happy thing anyway." Misaki said with a smile, and he didn't know if he was happy that he had won the award or that the other party had not won the award.

It's impossible to say that there is no comparison between writers.,But both of them were hit by the bookstore clerk before they met each other.,After meeting each other, I thought it would be a difficult person to get along with.,I didn't expect it to be unexpectedly interesting.,Plus there are people who really hate it.,So the atmosphere is better.。

So, it may be difficult for a good leader to unite the team, but a nasty person can easily get everyone to be unanimous.

Chatting and chatting, Amamiya Miki, who had disappeared for a while, came over to inform Kyosuke Hojo that he had dinner. Someone remembered it in hindsight, and he said that he would also call the son of the editor of Shimomura over for dinner, and he teased Hidenori Ishida with a few friends and forgot about it.

He looked at the dishes brought by the waiter, a silver salmon steamer Gozen, a chestnut cream dorayaki and Mitarai dango, and after tasting it, he sent a message to Shisaki. Of course, it won't be that Masao Shimomura will be picked up at this time, but he will ask Shisaki to buy a few more to pack and take away as a snack for the evening.

Dorayaki and dango are snacks that are often eaten when watching their movies.

"See you tomorrow, Hojo-san."

"See you tomorrow."

After saying goodbye, Kyosuke Hojo first went home and put most of the dim sum in the refrigerator for preservation, and then took a few dorayaki to school, which was just right in time to catch the first class at noon.

General Wu High School, Class F of the first grade

Hikiya Hachiman looked at the math test paper in front of him expressionlessly, looking at the lonely circle surrounded by countless spears.

Factorization? Cross multiplication? Double Root?

What are these secondary two names? How, if you learn to break down all things and understand the roots? Have you all been infected by timber seats? And the teacher too, shouting out such a name, doesn't you feel like you're acting in a stage play, and you don't feel ashamed?

Level Chinese 3rd ...... Hachiban, who was fourth, said that he really couldn't understand the thinking of the mathematicians, so he took out the math textbook that he would definitely not use in the next class, covered the test paper, and turned around and leaned against the wall.

"Hey! The quadratic radical is all unfolded! Factorization, one without leaking, all of them are factored! ”

It's obviously a sleepy afternoon, but the timber seat is full of energy, his hands are like chopping melons and vegetables, and he shouts in a voice that he thinks is handsome.

"Hey, timber seat, don't you think this is too middle two?" Biqigu shouted weakly.

"Huh? Form 2, isn't that just right? ”

That being said, but if these math problems are used as moves, you shouldn't be able to use them if you don't do it right, and people like yourself will definitely get a bento in the first episode if they go to such a world.

Well, the reason why Hachiman hates these names is not because he is not good at mathematics at all, but because of the practicality of traveling through another world.

"By the way, Hachiman, you reminded me, in the next book, let's set up a character like this, and use mathematical formulas to fight." The timber seat clenched his right hand into the palm of his left hand, and immediately took out his notebook and wrote hard after comparing his handsome posture.

In fact, there was already such a character in the new episode in March last year......

Looking at the energetic timber seat, Biqigu swallowed this sentence into his stomach. Forget it, let him exercise his wrist strength.

However, his eyes couldn't help but turn to the empty seat in the lower right corner of the classroom.

Hojo-san......

No, didn't Hojo-san already say that there is no need to use honorifics! Hachiman, keep your chest up, and you can't respect them from the bottom of your heart just because they have achieved something you can never achieve, and you can't consciously use honorific titles.

"That's good, Honya Grand Prize. Now, my dear friend, let's go buy it when the new "The Devotion of Suspect X" is published. Said the timber seat.

"Hmm."

Although there is one at home, Biqigu still agrees without hesitation. He knew that the "new" he was referring to the reprint with the words "Honya Grand Prize" written on the waist of the book. As a qualified follower, that's the way it should be.

After I bought it back and gave it to Komachi, I told her that as long as she worshiped this book every day, whether it was Hojo-san, who was a science genius, or the protagonist Ishigami, she would be blessed with math not like a stupid brother.

The news that Kyosuke Hojo is going to participate in the Honya Awards tomorrow is not spread by Sakura and Glass, and for this kind of campus celebrity, the enthusiasm of the neon people is beyond imagination.

For a whole morning, at the end of class, Hikiya didn't see less than five classmates around Yamauchi-san and Nishinomiya-sang. He had no doubt that if Hojo hadn't been the head of the kendo club, the desk would have been replaced by some of his classmates who had strange habits after school.

Wait, as the chief demonstrator of my kendo club, if I ask the minister to exchange tables, there should be a chance that it will pass, right?

Bi Qigu recalled the previous practice of the kendo club, thinking that every time he was the first to practice with the minister as a demonstrator, he suddenly puffed up his chest proudly. Rounding up, you can be regarded as surviving under the Demon King so many times, even if you only provide a minimum level of experience every time, it is enough to crush others!