Chapter 332 Heisei Style

Fuji Hall

The heavy brown wooden door was open, and there were several signboards at the door, with the names of the Honya Grand Prize and the sponsors written on them. The ten shortlisted books also had their own separate signboards, and the most eye-catching one was naturally Hojo Kyosuke's.

"The Devotion of Suspect X" has been published in three versions so far, and there are also three covers. One is a completely black cover with a vertical small letter in the middle saying "The Devotion of Suspect X", where X is in red cursive; one is a highlight of the four big characters of Hojo Kyosuke, and the title occupies a very small space.

The third version is on the signboard now. On the light blue background, there is the back of a man in a black suit, and the line below is the title of the book.

That is naturally a photo of Hojo Kyosuke himself, and this version is a collector's edition hardcover book specially used to deceive... to give back to fans.

Although Ishigami in the novel is an unattractive man, it does not prevent book fans from imagining what Hojo Kyosuke looks like.

A man with an average or even inferior appearance, which fits the situation of Ishigami in the novel and Miss Jingzi's attitude towards him;

A handsome and perfect man who is somewhat unreal, which fits the readers' fantasy when reading the novel. Mathematical genius, creator of perfect tricks, arrogant genius Daruma Ishigami. Devoted to love, deep to suffocating love, infatuated Ishigami who does not understand love.

What would such a person be like?

Just like Kasumigaoka Utaha's initial misunderstanding, anyone who sees Hojo Kyosuke and knows some of his deeds will involuntarily substitute him for Ishigami Tetsuya.

"That's great, the next comic book Kyosuke will draw completely according to his own appearance? This way, when it is animated later, Eriri will definitely be more motivated to draw." Sakura looked at the poster with satisfaction, and decided in her heart to pack it up and take it away after the meeting.

Send it to Aunt Mikiko~

"Forget about the next one, it's not auspicious." Hojo Kyosuke said casually.

The banquet hall didn't have a front door or a back door, only a front door, and Hojo Kyosuke was about to walk in.

"What are you doing? Do you want to see the bride like this? That's too rude! The groom's dressing room is not over there." Tsuyoshi Osaka grabbed him.

Oh, you are addicted to playing.

Hojo Kyosuke laughed, but he also remembered what else he had to do. As the protagonist, he had to wear a corsage. It's not just him, all the ten writers who were shortlisted for the Honya Award today have such treatment.

"I don't have the habit of using the same dressing room with others, otherwise, Osaka-san, how about you go to the women's dressing room next door?"

When he said this, he tilted his head and lowered his voice. There was nothing wrong with his relationship with Tsuyoshi Osaka to make such a joke, but it was a bit frivolous when it fell into the ears of ladies.

"Hate it, I didn't expect Hojo-san to have such an idea about me." Tsuyoshi Osaka was not annoyed at all, and laughed and made a beautiful smile.

"Then Sakura, you guys should go in with editor Shimomura and the others." Hojo Kyosuke turned his head and reminded them. The seats for the guests were at the back.

"Well, choose the most colorful and vibrant flower~"

"Yes."

Saying goodbye to Hojo Kyosuke, Sakura and the others followed the two editors inside.

Before entering the hall, she thought it was a problem of angle, so it looked a little dark from the outside, but she didn't expect that the light would be very dim after entering.

If there were no fluorescent indicator strips on the ground, she would have almost fallen down before her eyes adapted to the darkness.

The reason why Fuji Hall is called Fuji Hall is that there are various ukiyo-e paintings of Mount Fuji on the wall, just like Kingkei. But now it's not very clear.

The only light on is above the ceremony platform in front of the hall.

The ceremony platform is about one meter above the ground. Under the golden atmosphere light on the top, the smooth wooden floor has also turned dark yellow.

On the stage, there was a square object covered with a golden silk cloth. Needless to say, everyone could guess that what was covered underneath was definitely the work that would win the trophy today.

The staff would open the silk cloth only after the MC announced the winning work.

The background wall behind the stage was silver-gray, divided into four or five rectangles by golden spokes.

A huge screen that made Sakura feel very familiar was hanging there, with the logo of the Honya Awards on it.

There were three rows of characters on the golden crown that looked like the shouts of cartoon characters: "Selected by bookstore clerks nationwide", "Ichiban (first place)," "Books to sell".

Below were large white characters: "2015 Honya Awards", "Press Conference".

In this dark environment, everyone who took out their mobile phones would be watched by the people around them. The low pressure at that moment would make their faces instantly familiar, and because the environment was too quiet to apologize, they could only express their apologies by using the dogeza.

According to the calculation method of Lady Sakura, this means that if you don't want to get up, you can only sit and stare at the screen.

It forces everyone to look forward to the ceremony starting soon, the golden silk cloth being untied quickly, and the winners going on stage to receive the awards quickly.

Therefore, the sense of ceremony is still necessary. If there is no sense of ceremony, I am afraid that someone would have been impatient and asked the organizer to start soon.

"It seems like a premiere, right, Glass."

Sakura muttered softly. If Kyosuke was here, he would definitely say that the Japanese are the best at creating a sense of ceremony.

But her words did not wait for a response.

Oh no, Naoko must be lost!

Sakura was shocked. She didn't teach Naoko to cry loudly when she got lost.

"As for Naoko, she just went to the dressing room with Kyosuke." Mitsuha answered in a low voice.

"Oh~~ Naoko, you are not honest~" Sakura was stunned, and then laughed twice.

On the other side, Hojo Kyosuke and Oosaka Tsuyoshi followed Amamiya Miki to the men's dressing room. Because this hall was originally prepared for the wedding banquet, the dressing room was indeed written as the groom's dressing room on the map. But now it is not used as a dressing room, but just a place for people to organize clothes.

Corsage, gloves, and other sundries.

Amamiya Miki was wondering why Miss Nishimiya didn't sit down in the venue. Now as soon as she entered the dressing room, she saw her walking towards the place where the corsage was placed without saying a word.

『Award recipient』『』...

Different people have different flowers, blue hydrangeas, white, red and various flowers that are too bright to be seen.

Glass looked at it, thinking about what Sakura said, and ignored the organizer's request. She picked her favorite orange-red daylily flower, which is a flower that looks like a lily and a rain orchid. The petals are slender and elegant, and they are clustered like roses.

Holding the corsage, Glass came to the front of Hojo Kyosuke. She didn't even use the pin prepared by the organizer, but took out the pin that had been prepared long ago from her pocket, just like when she took out scissors and snatched Hojo Kyosuke's shirt button before Sakura.

Today, the four girls chose ponytails. As Glass raised her head, her eyes stared at Hojo Kyosuke's chest seriously. The brown ponytail fell down along the slender neck obediently, making the girl's neck skin look even whiter.

Hojo Kyosuke, who was looking down from a high place, could still clearly see the large area of ​​white and smooth skin on the girl's chest, although his vision was partially blocked by Glass's cute little face.

"Time flies so fast."

Feeling the way Glass fiddled with the clothes on his chest, he thought of the time when he graduated from elementary school. Glass was about the same height as him at that time. Now he has grown taller, and the girl has grown up too.

"Not too fast, not too slow, just right~" Glass smiled softly, carefully smoothing the clothes on Kyosuke's chest.

"Let's go, let's go get the award."

Hojo Kyosuke took Glass's hand and walked straight to the door.

Huh? ? ? You didn't wait for me to join you?

Have you two forgotten that we are in the same group?

Osaka Tsuyoshi, whose stomach was almost corroded by acid, widened his eyes and watched the man and woman walk out the door as if they were going on a picnic. Ten thousand sika deer ran through his heart.

In front of him stood a staff member, a man, taller and stronger than him, who was helping him put on a corsage.

He turned to look at Amemiya Miki, who was wearing a silver suit and looked at Hojo Kyosuke's back with eyes wide open in disbelief. The old man felt relieved.

But the next second, he saw Miss Amemiya, wearing five-centimeter high heels, running after Hojo Kyosuke with a crisp sound.

"Oosaka-san, how do you feel?"

"It's hard to describe." Oosaka Tsuyoshi said subconsciously.

"I'm sorry, I'll adjust it for you right away." The staff who helped Oosaka Tsuyoshi put on the corsage apologized quickly, and then fiddled with it on his chest again.

"..." Oosaka Tsuyoshi raised his head and looked at the man who was taller than him even when he lowered his head. His mood was even more difficult to describe.

Glass's hands were warm and soft. Holding her hand, Hojo Kyosuke felt like he was walking on clouds. If it weren't for Miss Amemiya following him, he would have wanted to take a walk outside and take Glass to visit the wedding scene downstairs before coming back.

Anyway, the bride and groom below should welcome him.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, just like walking on the approach to the main hall of the shrine.

But Naoko's face was not as serious as a bride, but a peaceful smile.

"Kyosuke-kun, come on!"

Before the door was about to separate, Naoko made a super cute cheering gesture, and then ran to the guest seats at the back.

"This way, please, Hojo-san."

Amemiya Miki extended her hand to guide them. They did not pass through the front of the ceremony stage, but walked through the preparation room behind the background wall.

The first row of seats on the ceremony stage was not occupied by the award recipients or the senior executives of the executive committee, but by cameras and reporters.

When Hojo Kyosuke walked out of the small door at one end of the ceremony stage, the reporters with good eyesight immediately raised their cameras and started taking pictures.

But what made him happy was that those people didn't want to get off their seats, so they didn't turn on the flash.

Wait, what kind of photos can be taken in this light without turning on the flash? You bastards, do you have any professional ethics!

He finally knew where those photos in the newspapers that said "xxx lost the grand prize, his face was gloomy and he almost vomited blood" came from.

While thinking casually, he walked to his seat. Miss Amamiya had already told him. But even if she hadn't told him, he wouldn't have sat in the wrong seat, because he and Oosaka Tsuyoshi were almost the last to arrive.

"Hojo-san, you're so late."

Wancheng Yaji, who met Hojo Kyosuke at the reception last time, smiled and greeted him.

"Wancheng-san, you don't understand this. If Hojo-san comes too early, we will have to think of words of congratulations, and he will have to pretend to be humble. This is the finale, everyone is happy! "

The speaker is Misaki Megaku. The award-winning work is "The God of Death Comes to My House". The God of Death will find the person who is about to die and ask the person some inexplicable questions, such as whether you like to drink Coca-Cola or Pepsi-Cola, and do you want the body to be eaten by cats after death? If you drop it, the mouse will eat it.

Although of course, the Grim Reaper in his book repeatedly emphasizes that he will not decide the fate of the deceased based on how satisfied he is with the answers.

"I see, I didn't realize Hojo-san's good intentions, so I punished myself with three cups of wine at the celebration later." Wancheng Yaji nodded sadly.

"Hahaha, you two guys have a way of teasing people. Stop writing books and go talk about comics. I will give you flowers."

Hojo Kyosuke sat down with a smile, but before he could continue chatting, he felt an uncomfortable sight.

Hidenori Ishida.

"Really? This guy is still wearing his red suit today? Is this the only one he has?" someone asked in disbelief.

"Huh? Didn't Aisaka-san tell you?" Wancheng Yaji said in surprise.

"Ishida Hidenori was teased?" Hojo Kyosuke asked.

"Yes, this is also part of the prank. Don't you think the crimson suit goes well with the clown?" Misaki Megaku said with a wicked smile.

After hearing this, Hojo Kyosuke, who has amazing imagination ability, immediately painted Ishida Hidenori's yellow and black face with white oil paint and a big red nose.

"Who on earth caused this prank? It's too..."

After thinking about it for a moment, he uttered the word "careful".

"I don't know. I just know that it was done by someone who couldn't stand him. If it weren't for Aisaka-san, we wouldn't even know about it." Wancheng Yaji said.

Perhaps noticing the gazes of Hojo Kyosuke and the others, Hidenori Ishida, who was talking loudly and enthusiastically to the side, also turned his head. Unlike last time when he was so angry, he looked like a winner today. He raised his chin high towards Hojo Kyosuke and smiled, revealing a few jagged teeth.

"..."

Seeing the winner's smile, the three people here were speechless.

With a sympathetic smile on his face, Hojo Kyosuke nodded in that direction.

Um? Ishida Hidenori's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't expect Hojo Kyosuke, who was so arrogant last time, to bow to him.

"Hahahaha, sure enough, no matter what young genius, once the wave recedes, his true colors will be revealed. Even Hojo Kyosuke must bow his head when facing me."

Ishida Hidenori learned a little bit of the winner's smile, but not the winner's calmness. After glancing at Hojo Kyousuke proudly, he turned around and talked proudly to the people around him.

"That's right, let alone the Grand Prize. If Ishida-san hadn't written mystery novels, he would have won the Edogawa Ranpo Prize long ago." A person next to him quickly boasted.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The reporters squatting on the ground in the front row couldn't help but turn their heads when they heard the harsh smile, wanting to see who could even look down on Kyousuke Hojo.

Doesn't he know that Hojo Kyousuke has been confirmed to win the Honya Grand Prize?

Obviously these reporters are not the only ones who have such questions.

But Kyousuke Hojo was different. He had already entered the movie-watching mode.

Ishida Hidenori, who had offended someone, was given a series of dramas.

First, an official member of the Honya Grand Prize Executive Committee was contacted to tell him the rumor that he would win the prize. Then yesterday, when Hojo Kyosuke was invited to confirm the selection of the sub-prize, he also invited actors to arrange the drama. . Even today, someone told him the details of going on stage to receive the award.

"It's absolutely amazing."

Although I don’t know who arranged this, Hojo Kyosuke now just wants to return what Ishida Hidenori said before, "I really look forward to his expression when he stands on the podium."

"Yeah, if the target of the prank is me, then I'm afraid I have to apologize to the people taking the subway tomorrow." Wancheng Yaji said.

"No, no, no, those social workers who have to work overtime on Sundays might thank you for giving them a reason to be late. It's a good thing. You deserve to die, Manjo-san!" Misaki Megaku said with a bad smile.

"makes sense."

Wancheng Yaji responded with a smile, then turned to look at Go Aisaka who was approaching:

"Fengban-san, you're so late!"

"I don't want some people to have beautiful girls help them put on corsages. Isn't it natural that they come a little later?" Aisaka said angrily, and then sat down on the left side of Hojo Kyosuke.

"Tell me more about the beautiful girl." Misaki Megaku said seriously.

"Oh? It seems that you are far away in Kyoto and haven't heard of the new legends in the Tokyo literary world?" Aisaka Tsuyoshi said mysteriously.

"den se tsu?"

As soon as they heard the word "legend" that Neon people loved most, Misaki Megaku and Wancheng Yaji couldn't sit still and said in unison.

"'Heisei Style'!"

Aisaka said these four words one by one, as if he was telling a story.

"This is Hojo Kyosuke's title in Tokyo."

"Merry?"

"That's right, please look over there." Aisaka pointed casually and didn't elaborate on what he was looking at. He believed that whoever saw it would understand what he was talking about immediately.

Misaki and Megaku turned their heads, and even though the light was dim, they still saw at a glance the four beautiful girls at the back left of the clubhouse who were brighter than fireflies in the dark.

"Merry!?" The two of them turned to look at Hojo Kyousuke, trying to find an answer.

Someone didn't speak and just showed a reserved smile. This is called silence being better than sound.

"Misaki-san, have you ever heard of someone who paid for a cheerleading team to attend the award ceremony?" Wancheng Yaji asked with a surprised look on his face.

"No, if someone really does this, they will compete with Wancheng-san to jump on the rails tomorrow." Misaki Megaku was also very surprised.

"Do you think that's the end?"

Looking at the two people trying to deceive themselves, Aisaka sneered.

"besides!?"

Misaki Megaku applauded:

"So strong, worthy of being a legend!"

Kisaki, who was sitting in the row behind them, showed a hesitant expression on his face when he heard Ishida Hidenori's topic.

So what, I will continue writing. I promised not to sleep until I finish writing.