Seeing that the guys behind him were planning to use Ishida Hidenori as a carpet and step on him to walk, Hojo Kyosuke chuckled lightly and took everyone down in a different direction.

The small group of reporters who had just been unable to take pictures all ran to him, and before they could start drinking, one of them had already turned red. But also, digging up the big news may be more intoxicating for them than drinking Junmai Daiginjo for the 14th generation.

"Hojo-sensei's friends are really straightforward."

The reporter of "Weekly Asahi" came up and said with a smile, he naturally wanted to ask these men who were "bosses" to Hojo Kyosuke and looked like they were not easy to mess with, and what was the relationship with Hojo Kyosuke, but he wouldn't ask directly.

"Yes, yes, wow, I was shocked, and I thought it was a professional bodyguard from somewhere." Hirota Yoshitoki of "Weekly Wenchun" also came up, as an old acquaintance, he naturally knew that those people were definitely not bodyguards, but it did not prevent him from saying so.

The other reporters next to him also came up and showed a hundred and eighty kinds of words.

When Hojo Ichiro heard this, he was a little worried that his son would not be able to stand the praise and tell the true identity of his subordinates. Others can say that kind of thing, but Kyosuke himself definitely can't say it. It's okay to say that if it is identified as a real violent group, it will be a big deal.

The old father stepped forward and was about to interrupt when he heard Kyosuke Hojo already speak.

He laughed twice, then dragged him over and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"My partner, I have always longed to be a police officer and serve the name of the people."

The police?

Open your mouth is Uncle Ben, and I can't wait for a one-word flick of my tongue to become a ten-word policeman?

Several reporters were shocked by Hojo Kyosuke's shamelessness for a while, and even Hojo Ichiro looked at his son in disbelief.

How could it be my son to say such stupid things?

"Yes, Goro Hata is aiming to enter the Osaka Prefectural Police, and he likes the tough style of the police there."

Someone smiled and continued, this is not a lie, Hatakegoro not only likes the Osaka Prefectural Police's handling of cases, but also likes the more intense physical confrontation in the neon police kendo competition. As long as you can win, it doesn't matter if you can win, whether it's with a sword or a fist!

"Hehe, I'm going to keep trying."

Hata Goro smirked and touched the chestnut head.

Oh, Osaka Prefectural Police, that's right.

Yoshitoki Hirota nodded, it was a group that had to wear uniforms when acting, otherwise they would not be able to distinguish them from the members of the gang.

Hojo Ichiro nodded with satisfaction, very good, this is my son.

"This guy is also very good, and he has been working hard to become a teacher." Kyosuke Hojo pulled Hideyoshi Onizuka over and introduced it.

"Oh hiss~ Please advise me, welcome to hand over my daughter to me to educate in the future."

Hideyoshi Onizuka opened his mouth with an unclear greeting.

The purpose of being able to speak is to be close to young people, so that students can communicate harmoniously with their teachers. This time, there is no need for Kyosuke Hojo to explain, Hirota Yoshitoki has automatically thought of a reason for him.

Then I didn't dwell on this topic, for fear that the Hojo teacher wouldn't be able to make up a story later, so he directly dropped a sentence "Later, you go back with my subordinates, and he will explain it to you in detail."

The group laughed and left, as if they had completely forgotten that there was still a Hidenori Ishida lying on the ground.

But is that possible? Of course not.

The staff of the Honya Grand Prix was just about to greet Hidenori Ishida when several reporters rushed over like sharks smelling blood. But it's a pity that Hidenori Ishida's jaw is dislocated, and he can't say a word.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I'm sorry."

Two smiling men squeezed into the crowd.

"Oh, Ishida-san, why are you drunk before you get home?"

"Really, Madame is worried about you."

"I need to get home quickly."

"Yes, yes."

Between singing and harmonizing, the two set up Ishida Hidenori and shouted again that they were embarrassed to squeeze out the crowd, and the whole process went smoothly and even the reporters didn't react to what was happening. When I chased him out of the door, I saw only a black car speeding away.

Of course, this is not to take Ishida Hidenori to Tokyo Bay, let alone to send him to Burma, but to send him home.

Who doesn't know that those who are full of tongues are good people, and they like to send other people's children and wives home the most.

One person drove, and the two sandwiched Hidenori Ishida in the back seat.

Seeing that Ishida kept saying things he didn't understand, the look on his face was frightened, and the cleaning brother of Carbonic Acid Animation Studio kindly comforted him:

"Ishida-san, don't worry, it won't hurt soon."

Advisor Shisaki has already explained, and with a simple click later, Hidenori Ishida's jaw can be restored. The main reason for not doing this now is that I am worried that it will be too noisy, and I will help him recover when he arrives at home.

Boss Hojo is so kind, for this kind of person, not only sent him home, but also helped him fix his chin.

"Hmmm! Uh-huh?! ”

When Ishida Hidenori heard this, both eyes were about to burst out of their sockets, and he immediately began to writhe wildly.

"Don't move, or I don't know what's going to happen."

The driver heard the movement behind him and said in a cold voice without any emotion. Hidenori Ishida clearly saw from the rearview mirror that the driver's eyes with sunglasses were full of murderous energy.

Angry, scared, x......

"Sanada, you guy, you said don't drive if you just got your driver's license!" The cleaner scolded with a smile.

……

On the other side, Kyosuke Hojo and the others had already walked to the izakaya that Kasumigaoka Shiwa had booked.

It is a Showa-style building, with a square building, small white rectangular tiles with a strong sense of age pasted on the walls, and at the entrance to the basement, a white fluorescent sign reads "Akasaka Yaki Bird Bird".

Kyosuke Hojo looked at his mother and sister, and then at the group of girls behind him. When he turned his head and Senior Sister Shiyu wanted to open his mouth to speak, the latter spoke in advance.

"It's already a charter."

Kasumigaoka Shiwa smiled and dispelled her lover's doubts, some of the neon izakaya are forbidden for minors, and some are forbidden for preschoolers. This is a rule made due to the characteristics of the store, which is convenient for you, me and him.

"Soga, I'm sorry for you." Kyosuke Hojo smiled and nodded, if there were other guests, he would have to leave his subordinates here and take his mother and a group of female relatives home to celebrate.

"The sign looks delicious." Tsuyoshi Osaka laughed, and unceremoniously grabbed Kyosuke Hojo's shoulders and began to walk down.

The staircase leading to the basement floor matches the overall style of the building, a black old-fashioned spiral metal staircase. Standing at the top of the stairs, looking at the black paint on the handrail, Kyosuke Hojo began to wonder if it was the color of white that had been infected with blood for a long time.

After all, it's a bit embarrassing to let a drunk person climb such a flight of stairs steadily.

Before he could think about it, the people behind him had already begun to make a fuss to let him go quickly.

These guys can't wait to paint the staircase?

As soon as you enter the basement floor, the izakaya's unique "warm curtain" catches your eye. I don't know if this is an all-day izakaya, or if the power of money has the boss take the staff to greet big customers at the door at this point.

Kyosuke Hojo glanced at it, and the white curtain said Yakitori and Bird, which succinctly indicated the attributes of this takaya.

"Welcome—"

The imposing shout made someone have the illusion for a while that he was not taking his subordinates to the headquarters of the extreme road to mourn. But fortunately, he quickly reacted, those old men would not be so energetic.

He smiled and nodded in response, then walked forward under the guidance of the waiter in the overalls with the name of the store on it.

When he came to the door of the private room, he turned his head to look at Senior Sister Shiyu, his eyes full of pain.

Why is it a tatami mat room?

It is said that it can accommodate 40 people, but in fact, a large long room is divided into small private rooms with paper doors, and if necessary, all the wooden doors are opened to become a large room.

Each table can seat about six people, and a series of them seem to be eating a long street banquet, which is very neon class reunion.

Forget it, everyone will spray deodorant anyway.

Kyosuke Hojo wanted to beckon his friends to take a seat, but he didn't expect everyone to be clear, and he found a seat and sat down in less than two seconds.

The ladies all sat on the far left, and the men, especially Tsuyoshi Tsuyoshi Hiroshi, who had planned to have a big drink at the beginning, pulled the reporter to sit on the far right.

Kyosuke Hojo's mother, Mikiko Hojo, sat first on the far left, her next one was undoubtedly Sakura, and Kaseko was crowded between them. On the other side is Miyasui Sanye, and before Kyosuke Hojo could figure out where he was going to sit, he had already heard Mitsuha communicate with his mother about roasting deer steaks.

Oh yes, Nara......

The three leaves who can happily eat venison in Hokkaido and take pictures with their mothers holding ribs, went to Nara, which is full of deer, how can he not further his studies.

I don't know if the four leaves have realized the connection between food and food? During the day, feed the fawn with senbei, touch its pointed ears, eat a venison burger that I don't know which relative of the fawn is used at noon, eat deer chops at night, and have a small skewer in the middle of the night.

I believe that in this case,Four leaves must be able to understand the true meaning of grandma.。

By the way, how can you forget the four leaves at this time? And Yuzuru. In this case, Kato can't miss it, and you can also invite it under the snow.

By the time Kyosuke Hojo came back to his senses and was about to pick up who to pick up, he had already seen those guys from Onizuka looking at him with a large glass of golden beer in their hands.

What's even more terrifying is that I don't know when, he also raised a large glass of beer in his hand, and the positions on the left and right sides were also occupied by Brother Maki and Sasaki.

What the hell, you guys, one counts as one, and none of them can drink!

Kyosuke Hojo glanced at the reporter over there and quickly put down his glass.

"Tartary buckwheat tea! Tartary buckwheat tea death! ”

Onizuka, who was sitting opposite, saw the big brother's movements, and immediately picked up the huge glass again and stuffed it.

Dog things, the brown one is oolong tea, the yellow one is tartary buckwheat tea, isn't it white water if it's transparent?

Didn't you see that the eyes of a few reporters over there were about to turn into light bulbs? After taking this sip, tomorrow my old father will have to hold a press conference and sit down to apologize.

Hojo Ichiro, who was holding his mobile phone and kept typing, only felt a chill in the back of his head, and quickly raised his head, and then saw his son's concerned eyes.

He's sitting in the middle of the two editors, and he's been treated quite well, and these two can be considered the outsiders who need to have a good relationship with Kyosuke Hojo the most to prevent him from being pryed away.

Nodding to his son, signaling that he was all right, he lowered his head again and sent a message to his former partner who struggled together in Tokyo, asking him to immediately put down everything and drink, and by the way, humbly introduce his unsuccessful son to them.

Thinking like this, the smile on his face couldn't be suppressed, and he couldn't help but raise his head and show a bright smile to his good son again.

Look, look, see the innocent smile of Comrade Ichiro Hojo? Don't you know that he is responsible for my drinking? You can't bear to let him happily watch his son receive the award today, and apologize to the public with a sad face tomorrow, not fulfilling his father's responsibility!

At this moment, there was not even the opening side dish on the table, but everyone had a drink in front of them.

Hey, even if the degree is not high, it's not like that.

Kyosuke Hojo grinned, although he didn't come to the izakaya very often, he still knew that these people really didn't need to serve alcohol, and they could just kill two large glasses of beer when they sat down.

He looked at the end of the table, where his mother and Sakura were looking at him, and under their influence, Kaseko, who didn't know why, was also looking at him.

Oh, it's a banquet to celebrate your award, it's time to talk.

If you don't say it, you shouldn't know which idiot to play:

"Today is a very important day, I believe everyone knows how important it is, if it weren't for the importance we wouldn't be here, since it's such an important day, then I have a few words to share with you......"

and such annoying nonsense, although this person will most likely let Feng Ban, who is his predecessor, just come to the position.

He picked up the oolong tea and stood up, all eyes were on him, and the reporters even took out their small notebooks and held pencils to start recording.

"Gentlemen, drink to win!"

As soon as the words fell, he drank the oolong tea in the cup in one gulp, and then sat down directly.

The short but powerful four words made everyone who was expecting what Hojo Kyosuke would say stunned, and then they all raised their glasses and shouted:

"Cheers—"

Hata Goro shouted especially loudly, as if to tell Hideyoshi Onizuka and the others that he was now the eldest brother's most powerful subordinate.

After receiving the new cup of oolong tea handed over by the waiter and feeling the slight coolness in the palm of his hand, Kyosuke Hojo reacted to one thing.

People who can both represent themselves and drive have all been drunk.

If these drunken fools heard the throttle again, their heads would not be as simple as turning into wood, but would turn into teapots, and the next second they would have to see if they could climb Tokyo Tower on a motorcycle.

But then it occurred to him that he was no longer the only person who could only ride a motorcycle everywhere. Now he's the "President"!

Even though I was walking there, I don't know how many cars were parked in the Meiji Memorial Museum.

But who will pick them up for themselves?

He looked around again, stopping his gaze on the three leaves and the glass.

Walking over and sitting down next to the glass, he whispered:

"I'd like to bring Yuzuru over to celebrate?"

"Huh? Yuzuru had just watched it on TV, and asked me to help her say congratulations to Kyosuke-kun. ”

Glass was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said. When Yuzuru came to Tokyo before, he asked Kyosuke-kun to go back to Watergate City to pick him up several times, which was too troublesome for him. Yuzuru just needs to watch TV, and it's a big deal to bring her more gifts when she goes back next week.

Who is Kyosuke Hojo, he knew what Glass was thinking in an instant, and after a long silence, he lowered his voice and said:

"I'll also ask the four leaves to come over, and it's more fun for children to play together."

"Hmm~~That's it~~"

Glass blinked, and then the expression of rejection on the fleshy little face immediately softened, and the voice became a little silly:

"Then I'll let Yuzuru come to Tokyo by train and pick her up at the station, right?"

"It's okay.,Then you and Sanye go in my company's car together.。 Now I can't live without it. Kyosuke Hojo nodded.

"No problem~~"

Glass's voice was still soft, and it was clear that he hadn't drunk, but he seemed to be drunk.

Kyosuke-kun's heart is really soft~~

Seeing Kyosuke Hojo squatting beside Sakura again and whispering, a silly smile appeared on Glass's round little face.

Sanye's sister is coming.,So nitrate-chan my sister is also coming~~~.

Ahh

Nishinomiya Glass thought that she knew enough about Kyosuke Hojo, but she didn't expect that this gentleness would last until she was 100 years old, sleeping in a hospital bed and listening to Kyosuke-kun say to the doctor, "My lover has a bad appetite today."

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