"The desire to talk is an innate human instinct, and everyone is no exception."

With a gentle smile, Kyosuke Hojo raised the microphone, his tone was clear, there was not the slightest stickiness between each word, and the clear and clear voice slowly entered everyone's ears.

You don't have to look at the people on the stage, just listen to the voice, and the perfect image of your favorite writer in everyone's heart has already appeared in their minds.

Modest, gentle as jade, the export is a chapter, and there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly......

Listening to this voice, Ishida Hidenori looked at the man on the stage who was like an ancient celebrity, and kept scolding in his heart. Although he was restrained by the despicable methods of the thugs behind him for a while, he would not admit defeat easily.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on himself, Kyosuke Hojo continued to speak in a calm tone:

However, blurting out words based on feelings alone may imply more sincerity, but it can seem a bit sloppy. Letters are organized into books and become books, and the records of life events are also books.

Just like the philosophy of the Honya Awards, writing itself is not something that is great just by touching on the sidelines, but something that everyone does every day.

When you look at the chat box on your phone, consider the tone, the wording, and even the time to send it, everyone is already engaged in the writing career. I, on the other hand, just thought about it a little longer, and heard a little more from the other world. ”

Smiling slightly, he ended with "above".

Even if he didn't become a writer, he also knew that whether he was a writer or a voice actor, he was essentially an actor. It doesn't matter if it's a book he writes or what he says, it's true or not, the important thing is to give the audience what they want to hear.

In the same way, just like the national middle school meeting, when facing the greetings of his subordinates at the beginning, he would stop and respond quite politely. But the subordinates were flattered. In this way, he may be able to behave very close to the people, but what his subordinates look forward to and want is the "thug" who is cold, has no waves in his eyes like a thousand-year-old well, has no expression, and can dismantle the group alone.

And in his identity as a writer, as a young aspiring high school student, he should show a modest attitude. Saying this kind of thing makes it easier to get the reader's affection and make them pay for their next work.

As a home in the new era, Kyosuke Hojo is a person with a lot of work ethic.

"Ah, it's amazing, worthy of Hojo-sensei, I thought I would hear some philosophy of life, but I didn't expect it to be such kind words. Thanks for your answer. ”

Hirota Yoshitoki bowed and sat down, in fact, there was still some unfinished business, I felt that Hojo-san was really a humble gentleman, and at this time, even if I didn't say some big things that fooled people, I should talk about the difficulties in creation.

The audience also applauded.

Shameless! Swindler! I'm going to die laughing with my heart proud, you bastard! Didn't your mother teach your little ones to be honest! Yes!

Under the distorted face of Hidenori Ishida's pig liver, there is a crazy inner activity, and he can't wait to replace his body, and go up to perform what is called getting carried away, what is called a sub-line mountain wolf, and Dezhi is rampant.

"Ishida-san, why don't you applaud, weren't you very happy just now."

was applauding warmly, and he had decided to take his eldest brother's words as the first sword of the top ten weapons of the navy, and when he saw the black hole of applause in front of him, he couldn't help but lean forward and said coldly.

My honest big brother has finally become what he is now, and he is growing in the direction of a qualified BOSS, and he applauds me vigorously!

"Heh, hehe...... Happy, happy—"

Ishida Hidenori thought he was squeezing out a smile, but in fact, he was crying and mourning, and he really came to attend his own funeral as Hojo Kyosuke said.

Amamiya Miki on the stage was asking who else wanted to ask, and Mikiko Hojo looked at her son, who was as radiant as a Buddha on the stage, and whispered to her husband:

"Well, I'll just say that Kyosuke is a good fit to be a lawyer."

This ability to open his eyes and speak nonsense is even more powerful than Ichiro. They are all telling the truth, but when they are connected, they become falsehoods.

"No, that kid definitely can't stand the long, tedious and complicated procedure, maybe he can't help but put a knife on the other party's neck when he exchanges written materials for the first time, so that the other party will quickly admit defeat."

The former Tokyo barrister summed up his career in three words. As he spoke, Hojo Ichiro's eyes were also fixed on his dazzling son on the stage.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but look at the front row of the seat, the man in the red suit who was sandwiched between the three of them.

No, with these partners, maybe he will get a title like "undefeated lawyer", and then get contracts from various large companies along the way, and open a law firm that ordinary people are afraid of.

With this in mind, Ichiro Hojo looked at the huge banner above the stage that read "2015 Honya Grand Prix Presentation". Great, Kyosuke he found a job that was quicker and easier than grabbing money.

"Hahaha, what nonsense, Kyosuke is not that kind of child." Mikiko Hojo smiled and hammered her husband's arm, well, with the strength of hammering beef balls.

"Huh-"

Hojo Ichiro, who didn't feel the slightest pain, grinned, yes, Kyosuke didn't have the time to do those things.

The applause was paused slightly, and the desire of the media to interview the genius who broke the three records of the Honya Grand Prix was clearly enthusiastic.

Although it has entered the Internet era, Neon is still one of the world's largest newspaper publishers, which makes them quite happy for media people, after all, the company has not closed down, and it seems that they can help themselves with their retirement, and maybe their sons can come in together.

However, with such treatment, the people's demands on them are correspondingly high.

A figure like Kyosuke Hojo, who has only published a popular book, has received so much attention that he has faintly become a new generation of national writers. For such a major event as his first heavyweight award, if his news could not be published in his own newspaper, the newspaper's hotline would have been blown up.

The operator lady received countless "go to death" and had to apologize incessantly. Of course, they are no better off as reporters on the spot, and tomorrow they will be able to pack their bags and roll out to raise cattle in the icy countryside of Hokkaido.

"Well, Kawaguchi-san of the Yomiuri Shimbun, please." Amamiya Miki began to roll call according to the list.

The Yomiuri Shimbun, neon, and the world's largest circulation newspaper. In addition to normal news, one of the major features is that it will be serialized in newspapers to attract subscribers. The most famous neon in modern times has been serialized on it.

"Thank you, first of all, congratulations to Hojo-sensei for winning the Honya Grand Prix."

Kawaguchi stood up and bowed as usual, and when he opened his mouth, he habitually wanted to spit out a rainbow fart, trying to make someone indulge in his ass and get more revelations.

Seeing this newspaper interviewing him for the first time, although he knew that the invited must be the media that the Honya Award was goodwill, Hojo Kyosuke quickly rummaged through his memories and tried to find out what the other party's attitude was towards him from past reports.

Well, the other party only reported that he won the Neon Olympiad Gold Award and won the National Kendo Tournament, and there was no report on literature.

It's neutral and friendly.

Thinking of this, he smiled and replied, please take care of it.

"We all know that Hojo-sensei is the youngest winner of the Honya Grand Prix, but I think many people may not know that in addition to achieving such excellent results in literature, Hojo-sensei has also achieved many other things."

Next, the audience felt like a recreation of the scene, and from another perspective they had a more complete understanding of how powerful Kyosuke Hojo really was.

It is worthy of being the newspaper with the largest circulation of neon, not only the competitions that Kyosuke Hojo has participated in, but also the fact that he served as an instructor in the high school kendo club in the club when he was in junior high school, and even broke out that a few bad prodigal sons returned to university under his teaching, and also volunteered to become a teacher.

Hearing this, Hojo Kyosuke first thought that the guy from Onizuka was going to be interviewed again to get the hard money, but then he recalled that as early as when he was in junior high school, when Onizuka was interviewed by "Weekly Bunchun", he thanked himself, saying that he could finally become a high school teacher, married seventeen-year-old JK, and said that he wanted to give himself a ......

Ahem, if this guy is a teacher, for the safety of the student's life, he can't say that he has to give him a chastity belt or something.

Kawaguchi Shoichi counted the past achievements of Kyosuke Hojo by year, and almost every achievement had to add the word record-breaking, daring to win the most consecutive victories, and the highest score in the Olympiad competition......

"It's too strong, it's worthy of being the number one swordsman in Tokyo!"

The super loud exclamation made Hikiya Hachiman can't help but lean around and try to dodge, but there is no way, this dark house is so big, and the size of the timber seat is as big as a bear.

"So why do we have to watch together with the lights off." He asked helplessly, now he was in Kigiza Yoshiki's room, leaning against the bed, watching Hojo Kyosuke's award ceremony.

Although it was an award ceremony from his esteemed Minister Hojo, he had planned to see it, but on a perfect day like Saturday, which was neither Friday nor Sunday, he definitely didn't want to waste his time in a room with a boy.

Saturday, it's Saturday, it's not like Friday when you have to go to class, and you have to watch the clock and endure the pain of time being slowed down. It's not like Sunday when you have to make up your homework, and you have to worry about going to school next Monday and facing the embarrassment of not being able to ask me what I did on the weekend.

Really, as long as you ask, you will be like the world's greatest writer Minister Hojo, and describe to the other party how he spent a Zen weekend at home alone, and the other party will definitely be more satisfied with the weekend just passed.

It's a win-win situation, you satisfy your desire to talk, enjoy the curiosity of others, and others complete a daily kindness and get a buff that doubles your happiness.

WIN WIN啊WIN WIN！

Oh, sorry to digress, anyway. Saturday is such a perfect day. If possible, Hikiya Hachiman hopes that today is Saturday, tomorrow is Saturday, and the day after tomorrow is Saturday, and every day in the world is Saturday. In this way, when printing the calendar, it can be neater, and everyone's life can be happier.

On such a day, I have already made a cup of coffee with a lot of sugar and milk, and sat on the sofa with my cute sister Komachi, quietly waiting for the Honya Grand Prix ceremony to begin.

He received a call from Yoshiki Kizuza.

"Hey, Hachiman, didn't you say you would watch Minister Hojo's award ceremony together today?"

Bastard, who told you about it! I won't leave my cute sister to watch TV with a second middle school patient who is full of nonsense, and it's almost the same as playing electric.

Thinking so, Hikiya began to wonder why he had come to Kikiza's house as if he had been hypnotized, and why he would agree to watch Minister Hojo receive the award together in this small and dark space.

Suddenly, the cool touch of his left elbow cleared his chaotic head.

Yes~~

It turned out that it was because the despicable timber seat invited the angel Caika in advance.,In that case.,It's not a big deal to watch it together even if it's crowded in such a small place.。

"Hey, timber seat, move a little over there, Caijia has no place to sit."

He used the words he had learned sixteen years ago, what, he had just been born then? That's right, I learned it in my last life! It's for this moment, for this one person to say it!

"Haha, it's okay, haha, it feels more like watching the ceremony." Ayaka Totsuka responded with a smile.

Listening to the crisp and melodious voice like a silver bell, Biqigu only felt ......

Ahem, it's time to listen intently to Minister Hojo's speech.

This is definitely a hot topic at school next week, and even if one second is still discussing what to eat for lunch, the next second it will become a wonder where Hojo-san will go to celebrate after receiving the award.

If you can't recite the whole text, it's hard to make friends in the kendo club and in the class. You may feel that you are a dead house who only plays games and watches anime on the weekend, and you may doubt your heartfelt feelings for Minister Hojo.

The most important thing is that if they find out about this, they will definitely be trained!

Hikiya Hachiman was in good spirits and checked with Kikiza again to see if he had recorded a video.

"Needless to say, I'm going to use all of this in my next book!" Yoshikiza's voice was as big as his size, and it shook the room as if it were shaking.

Kawaguchi's rainbow fart finally came to an end, and amid the exclamations of the audience, he asked his own question:

"We all know that human energy is limited, and it is not easy for a person to achieve in a field, but this law obviously fails in Hojo-sensei. I'm sure you're all curious, how did Hojo-sensei manage to balance so many areas that can be said to be unrelated? ”

Yaga!

Who wants to listen to him say this, why do you ask so tactfully, directly ask him how he learned in school, how to practice kendo, where does he have so much time to do things!

Hearing this question, a middle-aged aunt who happened to flip to this TV station scolded angrily in her heart, and she was already planning to call to complain about this reporter after buying the newspaper tomorrow, she was simply unprofessional, and she couldn't even ask questions.

Beside her, there was a boy who looked reluctant, but was coerced and lured by his mother with pocket money and had to sit on the sofa and watch TV.

"Mom, what's so nice about this, isn't it because of the brain? What else could it be? The boy rolled his eyes and thought to himself that women just don't have good brains.

"Five hundred yuan, give me a good listen, it's time for you to decide on high school next year, listen to the words of your seniors and you won't be retributed." The woman grabbed her son's arm, a small but powerful hand that was practiced by grabbing discounted vegetable toilet paper in the supermarket.

"Hey, hey, hey—" The boy dragged out his tone.

Kyosuke Hojo obviously has the same idea as this boy, when he didn't get the gift of glass, he still needs to work hard to get into Tojo with a good grade, but with the gift of glass, even the University of Tokyo threw an olive branch to him. Talent, it's a desperate thing.

As for energy,I'm sorry.,Even if I'm squeezed to nothing left tonight.,As long as you use the gift of the three leaves.,Tomorrow will be another good man.。 What's more, with the gift he gave with the gift of straight flowers, the body that has been tempered for thousands of years is not so easy to reach the limit!

Thinking so, he smiled slightly:

"It's true that human energy is limited, but you can never be sure if you're really reaching your limit. When I get tired of studying at night, I wonder if I have a stronger body, can I have more time to study?

With this in mind, I started to practice kendo. When the body is stronger, the energy naturally increases. ”

Well, still writing.

(End of chapter)