Chapter 290 Send Hojo Kyosuke to the Biological Research Institute

【Ruyi Liao】

In the large mansion, which was always filled with the clear laughter of girls, except for Momotaro, who guarded the house and courtyard, there were only two men left.

Hojo Kyosuke sat relaxed on the sofa, holding a cup of steaming milk tea in his hand. The cup is a ceramic cup with a desert rose printed on it given by Shiyu, and the tea is brought by Yinglili from home.

He was wearing a gray loose T-shirt and pure cotton trousers. The morning sun shone on him, giving him a lazy feeling. He could start filming an urban idol drama without any preparation. It's the kind of thing where a man and a woman don't do anything serious and just stay at home all day long.

He blew away the mist and took a slow sip. For him, the effects of milk tea are polarizing. The warm and sweet liquid will make him want to close his eyes and start sleeping for a moment, but if he restrains himself, it will really have a refreshing effect later on.

After seeing off the people in the room, thinking of Miki and Yukino who were still sleeping soundly, he was a little bit ready to make a move and wanted to meet them in his dream after falling asleep.

But no, there is another "noisy" person in the kitchen.

Wearing a crisp black suit and wearing pink latex gloves on his hands, Tetsuta Kisaki was carefully wiping the plate with a serious expression as if he was conducting criminal activities.

If you ignore what he said, the current scene is indeed consistent with the scene of a violent group's discussion meeting. The boss shows a leisurely and steady appearance, and his subordinates are meticulous. Both of them accurately grasped their temperament.

"The award ceremony of this year's Honya Awards was held at the Meiji Memorial Hall. The ten nominees, except you, have all checked into the hotel prepared by the committee. We have also received notifications here, but considering that you are in school, the committee Show understanding.

The specific documents have been put in the bag over there. If you want to see it, brother, you can take a look. "

The sound of running water, the squeaking of dishes being wiped, and the sound of squeaking and squeaking mixed together.

With Kisaki's mind, it's easy to remember these things, and all the processes are already clear in his mind. Carrying the document was out of good habit, although he knew that his elder brother would never bother to read it.

"Meiji Memorial Hall?"

Hojo Kyosuke asked aloud. He knew that weddings could be held there, but he didn't know that award ceremonies could also be held there. If it is there, you must go with Glass.

"It's not the Meiji Jingu Shrine in Yoyogi, Shibuya Ward."

Kisaki Tetsuta knew what his elder brother was going to ask as soon as he heard it, and explained unhurriedly:

"It was renovated from a restaurant in the Akasaka Temporary Imperial Palace where Emperor Meiji and Empress Shoken lived in Minato City."

"Will there also be a wedding?" someone asked unwillingly, with the word "Meiji" in it, how could we not get married?

"...It is indeed a general wedding venue at Meiji Shrine, used for wedding banquets."

"Hold the ceremony at the Meiji Shrine and eat at the Meiji Memorial Hall." Hojo Kyosuke understood.

Is the eldest brother already thinking about the wedding? Or a divine wedding?

Kisaki Tetsuta was a little surprised. He thought that his eldest brother would definitely immigrate to a country where polygamy was allowed.

"The committee will prepare a banquet in the banquet hall tomorrow night, and you can bring two or three family members."

Keeping this in mind, he continued to talk about the precautions.

"So few? Can the publishing house provide a few places?" Hojo Kyosuke asked.

In the kitchen, Qisaki paused his movements, thinking, you can just tell me and the two editors not to go, but that won't satisfy your needs.

"There will be a lot of media attending, and photos will appear in newspapers and news."

He didn't fight for himself, he just silently presented the reality.

Although the Honya Grand Prize is selected by bookstore clerks, it seems to lack professionalism and authority, but it is not the case. Most of the winning works in each session will also be selected for the "Naoki Award" and the "Yoshikawa Eiji Newcomer Award". ", "Reasoning Association Award" and other awards of great reference value.

Therefore, the media attention is extremely high. Once my eldest brother really takes all his confidante with him, I am afraid that the gossip magazines will print more copies that night before the next day.

As for the title, "Absurd? No! This is Neon's most typical writer!" "From Junichiro Tanizaki to Yukio Mishima, wouldn't they be able to write books otherwise, counting the lovers of writers" "Yes His lovers made him?”…

However, based on Tetsuta Kisaki's understanding, the eldest brother would never like the word lover, and might be furious and give a large amount of money to the law firm. But it's all in vain, after all, the word "lover" can be interpreted in any way.

In just one second of random thoughts, Qisaki used her smart brain to think of an excellent title for her elder brother:

"The number one man in Heisei, why do they love him so much"

With this popularity, the Naoki Award should be secure.

"Oh, then don't embarrass the publisher. This kind of social occasion is quite important to Editor Akamatsu."

Someone was so good at it that he vaguely remembered the excitement that Editor Chisong called the day before yesterday. It would be cruel not to let him go.

Listening to his elder brother's words, Tetsuta Kisaki was not surprised. His elder brother had always been like this. He put the washed dishes and chopsticks into the disinfection cabinet and rinsed his hands briefly. He walked to the living room and sat on another sofa:

"After Hirata comes back, we will first go to Chiyoda District to meet up with the people from the publishing house, and then take their car to Minato District. There will be a simple reception at the hotel designated by the executive committee for the last general winner. , representatives of bookstore clerks and publishing houses from various regions will attend.”

Hojo Kyosuke understood, he was already canvassing for next year's prize. The reception itself has no real content. It just serves as a stage for everyone to sing, exchange business cards and express themselves. Writers can also communicate with each other to facilitate future business exchanges.

After pouring a cup of milk tea for Kisaki, he went upstairs to change clothes.

In addition to the wardrobes in each room, there is also a special cloakroom on the third floor, where clothes that are not commonly worn or clothes that are out of season are placed. Hojo Kyosuke’s formal wear falls into this category.

Opening the door, he saw a row of mahogany clothes hangers on both sides. He walked to the second cabinet door and pushed open the sliding door. Without hesitation, he took out the only suit that was not in a dust bag. . It was confirmed yesterday that the size was still suitable and ironed.

Made of dark blue fabric, the style is very casual, not serious business style. He is too young, and if he goes to that kind of occasion wearing normal clothes, his seniors will be sad. So it's better to wear a suit that looks more mature.

If there is an official award ceremony tomorrow, he will change into a pure black suit, and that suit is already in Zhihua's studio.

He was brought back to the room and dressed in two minutes without a tie. If there are so many beautiful girls around, it would be a huge failure to do it by yourself.

well--

Looking at his tall and handsome self in the mirror, Hojo Kyousuke let out a long sigh. Even if he were twenty, no, fifty years older, he would still be hostile to his male compatriots.

He shrunk his shoulders, but his broad chest muscles were still so obvious, holding up his shirt and jacket perfectly.

I have no choice but to go for plastic surgery. The face my parents gave me and the body I trained myself are really perfect.

With this in mind, Hojo Kyousuke buttoned up his cuffs, adjusted the knot on his left hand so that it could be exposed, then took a photo in the mirror and posted it in the Ruyi Lao chat group.

Woohoo, three messages popped up immediately.

"handsome"

"!!!"

"Kyosuke, hurry up and come back to pick me up. I want to go with you!"

They were all from Yamauchi Sakura. Half a second later, Glass also sent a message.

"Kyosuke-kun, if you want me to tie your tie, I can wait for you at the school gate."

"cunning!"

Unsurprisingly, Sakura, who should be cheek-to-cheek with Glass, immediately sent a message.

"It's really suitable." A satisfied Zhihua said.

"Are Kyosuke going to see our wedding venue?" - Kasumigaoka Shiu

"You guy, just go to bed and don't get angry during class!" - Ying Lili

"Is Kyosuke going to run for mayor (covering his mouth and laughing)" - Mitsuha Miyamizu

Seeing Mitsuha's message, Hojo Kyousuke also chuckled, remembering the Toshiki Miyamizu he saw when they switched bodies for the second time. The uncle was wearing a straight gray suit and giving a speech to canvass votes.

"I'm going."

After replying a message, he put his phone into his trouser pocket.

Walking on the stairs, he saw that Qisaki had stood up. Thinking of the news about Sakura just now, he said:

"Is Hirata here?"

"Yes, it's time to go, brother."

Qisaki bowed fifteen times. Looking at such a tall and handsome elder brother, it was hard not to want to bow.

"Then let's go."

"嘤嘤嘤~"

Have a safe trip, aniki, and I’ll take good care of your home! Momotaro shouted jumping up and down.

Sitting in the back row, Hojo Kyosuke began to look through the materials provided by the Hong Kong Awards Executive Committee, mainly looking at who had been nominated. Information related to each writer was marked aside, the most important of which was whether he had said anything bad about him in the media before.

As soon as he saw the first one, his eyes froze.

"Memory of the Night" Tsuyoshi Aisaka

Here is a brief introduction to the novel and the bookstore clerk’s recommendation: A woman suffering from early-onset Alzheimer’s disease, the deception, betrayal and love that surround her. The trick that is not a trick, the forgotten love, the memory of the body.

"It turns out that Aisaka-senpai also won an award. Why haven't I heard him talk about it? But it's true that people are not judged by their appearance. I didn't expect Aisaka to be able to write romance novels."

Hojo Kyosuke recalled Aisaka Tsuyoshi's appearance and was very surprised. He should write about old detectives and detectives solving crimes. Sure enough, he is not a serious sect. What does this say? Expulsion, expulsion!

"Maybe it's because I feel a little embarrassed to lose to a junior like my eldest brother."

Xisaki, who was sitting in the passenger seat, smiled and said that he had no habit of respecting his seniors. Although the final result has not yet been announced, both he and the publisher are fully confident that Hojo Kyosuke will win the grand prize.

"Yes." Someone nodded.

It was already past nine o'clock when they went out. Even the morning rush hour of the tram had already passed at this time, so the group of people quickly arrived under the Yingjishe building. This is the group building, where both the comics department and the novel publishing department work.

Three years have passed, and countless girls at the front desk have changed. Hojo Kyosuke heard that the child he met for the first time when he came to sign a contract was already two years old.

When he saw someone walking in, before Tetsuta Kisaki stepped forward to confirm the reservation with the front desk, the girl at the front desk walked out and guided the two of them to the elevator.

"Editor Akamatsu and Editor Shimomura are already waiting for you in the reception room." Even though there are two teeth that are not straight, the smile at the front desk is still sweet.

"Thank you." Hojo Kyosuke nodded politely and smiled.

"Is Editor Shimomura so idle? This is not a comics award. Why is he here to join in the fun?"

In the elevator, he asked Qisaki next to him.

"Maybe I'm asking you to draw another detective comic, because "Shōnen Magic" recently published a popular detective comic "Shūichi Immortal", so Editor Shimomura is a little worried. Not only you, but also Authors who have a little bit of spare time should be invited to contribute.”

"Tsk, it's not easy for him."

Although it is really easy for him to copy a comic now, if he has that time, he will definitely use it in an animation studio. The animations promised to Ying Lili and the romance novels promised to Ying Lili are all still floating in the sky.

"Reject him for me later."

The usefulness of an agent is reflected in this kind of place. What he says will hurt his feelings, but when Kisaki comes forward, he has a lot of room for hesitation.

"yes."

Kisaki nodded. No need to guess, he knew that his elder brother would not give in easily, so he had discussed countermeasures with Editor Shimomura before. They have all seen Hojo Kyosuke's painting speed and know that adding a serial is nothing to him.

If the eldest brother's drawing is really difficult, then Qisaki will not hesitate to persuade him to give up comics and do other simple things to make money. But the current situation is that for the elder brother, drawing comics is no different from collecting money. It is a complete money printing machine, a good job that brings fame and fortune.

Dong Dong~

Xisaki knocked on the door of the conference room, and there was an answer from inside.

"It's finally here. Everyone has been waiting for you for a long time, Hojo-san."

It was obviously a conference room of the novel department, and the one who opened the door was Tetsuya Shimomura. He explained the idea of ​​taking over the role vividly. What stood out was a passion, which showed that he had a conspiracy.

"Come on, I didn't go to bed until 3 o'clock after reviewing last night. I have to rush back to school in the afternoon to listen to the teacher's explanation of the math test paper."

After three times, five and two, Hojo Kyosuke arranged his time properly, not only explaining his lateness but also stating that he had no time to draw comics, and that he would have to stop updating because of preparation for the exam.

Tetsuya Shimomura's smile froze, and after saying hello to Tetsuta Kisaki, he patted Kyosuke Hojo on the shoulder heavily, hugged him and walked in.

"Zhengnan just sent me a message, saying that you got a perfect score in yesterday's math quiz. How about you tell me which private university you want to go to, and I will help you run it on behalf of the publishing house? No need for you to do anything, I guarantee 100% A hundred successes.”

Tetsu Shimomura said angrily and sat down on the sofa. With Hojo Kyosuke's current social achievements, few private universities would reject him. This is obviously an outstanding alumni who was given away for free.

"Haha~ Akamatsu-san, Aisaka-san, long time no see."

Hojo Kyosuke said hello and sat on the empty sofa, opposite Aisaka Tsuyoshi and on the right was Akamatsu Yuki. Qisaki who followed him also nodded and sat down. He may be more familiar with these people than his elder brother. After all, he has been dealing with them all the time.

"It's not easy to meet a guy like you. Didn't they say that education is loose? Isn't it loose enough?"

Aisaka smiled and cursed, saying that he had agreed to treat him to dinner, but he had been waiting for year after year, and usually could not even see a text message.

"Our school is preparing for the sports festival, it's really busy."

Saying that, Hojo Kyousuke slapped his forehead:

"Oh, this kind of thing may be too old for you, Aisaka. The sports festival is just a large group of girls in short skirts standing next to me, screaming and cheering for me, and then..."

"Shut up, shut up. I know what a sports festival is. Have you decided which university you want to go to? I can also write you a recommendation letter. I can also ask the president to write it for you. If it's not enough, let the president introduce it to you. President of the Neon Book Promotion Association, go to college as soon as possible.”

Aisaka shouted repeatedly, and the two editors on the side laughed.

"Is Ochanomizu Women's University okay?" someone joked.

"Of course, I can endorse you and prove that you are a man in body and a woman in heart!" Aisaka said loudly.

"Hahahaha, forget it then, I haven't been a man enough yet."

The joking has come to an end, it's still a little early for the reception over there to start, so a few people are sitting here drinking tea and chatting. The core is of course Hojo Kyosuke, talk about Detective Comics, talk about Naoki Award, talk about Detective Comics, talk about Neon Mystery Association Award, talk about Detective Comics...

"Spare me, Shimomura-san. Masao knows this. The summer qualifiers for Koshien and the National Kendo Competition are about to begin. I can't wait to break one in half and use it. I really don't have time to draw another one." ”

Hojo Kyousuke begged for mercy, and Tetsuta Kisaki beside him rolled his eyes in his heart. If others don't know, he doesn't know. Although everything my eldest brother said was true, the reason why he was really busy was not at all about these serious matters.

But there are too many girls around me to accompany him. No, how can a man put his career aside? Knowing Hojo Kyousuke's character well, Kisaki didn't expect his elder brother to be very career-minded. He really hoped that he would treat his "career" as a girl around him and treat him as an equal.

"Actually, another manga is going to be adapted for TV recently." Tetsuya Shimomura suddenly changed the topic.

"Don't things like this happen every day?" Akamatsu Yuki asked curiously. It is not an exaggeration to say that projects for adapting comics to animations are launched every day.

"No, no, no, this time is very different. The TV version is Mr. Koike's latest work!" Shimomura said.

"Mr. Koike? Is it "Neighbor Neighbor Neighbor"?" Hojo Kyosuke asked in surprise.

"That's right!"

"Oh! Can you recommend me to be an original painter?"

"Um?"

Shimomura Tetsuya and Kisaki Tetsuta were stunned. This was different from what they expected.

The two looked at each other, and Shimomura's eyes were full of questions, because the latter told him that Lily, Hojo Kyosuke's co-creator, liked the comic very much, and as long as he recommended Lily to be the original artist in exchange, someone would definitely obey.

Kisaki also looked confused. When his elder brother asked him to help him come to the publishing house to ask for souvenirs, didn't he say that Ms. Sawamura liked this comic? Why now...

He knew about this comic. It told the daily story of a female college student who led several elementary school girls from her own family and her neighbor's family to fool around every day. He couldn't see what was good about it, but the internet said it was heartwarming, funny and healing.

It's normal for little girls to like him, and it's normal for boys to like him, but there's something very wrong about the older brother liking him! It was clearly said before that Ms. Sawamura changed it randomly!

"It's finally going to be a TV show. The production can't be sloppy. Which company is responsible?" Hojo Kyosuke looked very relieved.

"It's the Marshmallow Company." Shimomura answered subconsciously.

"Marshmallow?" Hojo Kyosuke recalled the company's previous works and nodded, okay.

"But I'm still worried. Can you introduce me to be the original artist? If the first original artist doesn't work, I'll be the second original artist. The salary is easy to talk about. As long as I can see this comic have a good ending, I'll be satisfied."

"Brother, don't you have time?"

Although she didn't know why things suddenly turned out like this, Qisaki still hurriedly stopped her. He wanted to slap himself when he was talking. He wanted his eldest brother to make time before, but now...

"Yeah~ I still have some time, and there will be no problem in submitting the manuscript on time. How about it, Shimomura-san, if it's inconvenient for you, I can contact you directly." Hojo Kyosuke said with excitement. Only now can he really Like a second dimension.

"Um, no, the one who likes this comic, isn't it Miss Lily?"

Tetsuya Shimomura took out a hand towel and wiped his sweat. He squeezed out time, but what he painted was not the work he wanted. What's going on?

"We all love it!"

Hojo Kyousuke said with a smile. The first person he read was Eiri, and then he recommended it to himself, and then Mitsuha. That guy already liked these cute comics.

Up to now, there is no one in Ruyilou who doesn't like the comic "Neighbor Neighbor Neighbor", and Sakura is often clamoring to draw one herself. The general content is that Sakura Sakura and Hojo Kyosuke are running rampant, causing trouble, and dominating the streets of Minato City.

"Ahem, in that case, let's leave this opportunity to Miss Lily. I'm not talking about you, Hojo-san, you don't understand women's hearts too much. Thinking about how valuable a gift that represents your heart is, how could you just Think of yourself."

Shimomura Tetsuya put on the posture of an old-timer and taught him a lesson, which made Go Aisaka's belly hurt from laughing. There was actually someone who dared to teach Hojo Kyosuke how to read a woman's heart.

"Hey, what you're saying is, in this case, let Ying Lili go."

Someone sighed, giving Yinglili a little more opportunity to exercise.

Seeing that her eldest brother was so easily persuaded, Qisaki couldn't help but wonder if her plan had been discovered. But when I looked around with my peripheral vision, I didn't see any clues on the elder brother's face.

"Ahem, actually the voice actor for this work has not been finalized yet."

Shimomura Tetsuya said with wandering eyes, and now even Sakagashi and Akamatsu Yuri could see that something was wrong.

Hojo Kyosuke turned to look at Tetsuta Kisaki, who was sitting next to him. The latter picked up the tea cup with a blank expression, but his hands trembled involuntarily, and the cup made a sound against the saucer below.

"Xisaki, be careful so you don't spill it."

"Yes!" The loud voice scared Shimomura Tetsuya to tremble.

"Then bring me the list of characters you can choose from."

"yes!"

"In Detective Comics, how about a ten-year-old girl searching for the truth behind her parents' murder while performing surgery on people?"

Hojo Kyosuke looked at Shimomura Tetsuya, this was like pie in the sky, he was giving away the original painting position, the voice actor role, and royalties. Someone has changed his mentality at an extremely fast speed. At his current speed, it is not a problem to draw half a year's worth of updates in one day. It is no more difficult than unbuttoning a button.

"...Stop joking, Hojo-san, be serious. The entire editorial department is counting on you to come up with a work that can compete with "Shuichi the Immortal"."

"Then a seven-year-old boy who will never grow up is looking for a way to grow up while seeking death."

"Don't……"

"I'm not kidding, I've already painted part of it, you can take a look now."

Hojo Kyosuke took out his phone. He was already a mystery novelist, so how could he let go of mystery comics? Many good works in the previous world do not exist in this world. He would not think that he copied articles to spread the glory of civilization, but it is okay to copy them to make some money for himself.

"Hmm? Let me see."

Shimomura Tetsuya took the phone and swiped it quickly.

Well, a classic genius high school student and a mystery novelist father, this can be said to be Hojo-san playing two roles in the promotion. Childhood sweethearts... No, this cannot be promoted.

The Black Organization, a poison that shrinks people, a retired alcoholic detective, living in the home of a childhood sweetheart, taking a bath together...

Yo, interesting, all the elements are there!

"Ah~ Genius creativity! As expected of Mr. Hojo, any comic you pick out is so wonderful, breathtaking, breathtaking! It wasn't until I met you that I knew that geniuses in comics really exist! Now our magazine sales can pick up again..."

"Stop, stop, stop, there's no need to flatter me. After all, I just drew the story of another world on paper." Hojo Kyosuke said hurriedly. Although his moral bottom line is very flexible, he can't stand this kind of flattery.

"Hahaha, I understand, I understand. The vision of a genius is different from that of an ordinary person. A genius can see another world!"

Akamatsu Yuki agreed. Cartoonists are okay, but there are many novelists who have to get drunk before they can start writing.

"Let me see it too."

Oosaka Gang walked around the coffee table and came over to read with Kisaki. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Hojo Kyosuke with a weird look.

"You, are you really a genius?"

"Of course, my brother is definitely a genius!" Xisaki said dissatisfiedly.

"No, no, no, most people's geniuses are just self-disciplined and hardworking. Or they occasionally have a flash of inspiration and can achieve some results in their areas of expertise through accumulation, just like me, like most people."

Oosaka Tsuyoshi stood up straight with a serious expression:

"But Hojo Kyosuke, this guy is different, he seems to be the center of the world, and he can succeed in everything he does!"

"Haha, enough, enough..." Hojo Kyosuke shouted.

"I propose!"

Oosaka Tsuyoshi shouted:

"Send Hojo Kyosuke to the Institute of Biology and research a way to make everyone happy!"