Chapter 339 Recite the Entire Text

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

With a humble smile, Hojo Kyosuke raised the microphone, his tone was clear, there was no stickiness between each word, and the clear and bright voice slowly reached everyone's ears.

Without looking at the person on the stage, just listening to this voice, everyone's perfect image of their favorite writer has already appeared in their mind.

Humble, gentle as jade, eloquent, full of poetry and books...

Ishida Hidenori listened to this voice, looked at the man on the stage who was like an ancient celebrity, and kept cursing in his heart. Although he was temporarily clamped by the despicable means of the thugs behind him, he would not give up easily.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, Hojo Kyosuke continued to speak calmly:

"However, words spoken out of one's mouth based on feelings may contain more sincerity, but they will appear a bit sloppy. Letters compiled into a book become a book, and writing down things in life also becomes a book.

Just like the concept of the Honya Awards, writing itself is not something that is great as long as it is related to it, but something that everyone does every day.

When looking at the chat box on the mobile phone, considering the tone, words, and even the time of sending, everyone has already devoted themselves to the writing career. And I just considered it for a little longer, and heard more voices from another world."

With a slight smile, he ended with "the above".

Even if he didn't become a writer, he also knew that whether it was a writer or a voice actor, they were essentially actors. Whether it was the book he wrote or the words he said, it didn't matter whether it was true or not. The important thing was to give the audience what they wanted to hear.

The same reason, just like when he was in junior high school, when he first faced the greetings of his subordinates, he would stop and respond politely. But his subordinates were flattered. This might make him appear friendly, but what his subordinates admired and wanted was the cold, expressionless eyes like a thousand-year-old well, the "thug" who could dismantle the group single-handedly.

As a writer, as a high school student who was successful at a young age, he should show a humble attitude. Saying this kind of words will make it easier for readers to like him and let them pay for his next work.

He loves what he does. As a new-age novelist, Hojo Kyosuke is a person with a strong professional ethics.

"Ah, it's amazing, worthy of being Mr. Hojo. I thought I would hear some life philosophy, but I didn't expect such a kind word. Thank you for your answer."

Hirota Yoshitoki bowed and sat down, but he was actually a little reluctant. He felt that Hojo-san was really a modest gentleman. Even if he didn't say some big truths to fool people at this time, he should talk about the difficulties in creation.

The participants in the audience also applauded.

Shameless! Liar! You are so proud that you are almost laughing to death, you bastard! Didn't your mother teach you to be honest as a child! Ah!

Under Ishida Hidenori's twisted face, there are crazy inner activities. He wants to take his place and go up to show what it means to be carried away by success and what it means to be a wolf from Zhongshan.

"Ishida-san, why don't you applaud? Weren't you very happy just now?"

Kisaki Tetsuta, who was applauding enthusiastically and had decided to make his elder brother's words the first sword of the ten major weapons of the navy, saw the black hole of applause in front of him, and couldn't help but lean forward and said coldly.

His honest elder brother finally became what he is now, and is growing towards a qualified BOSS. All applaud for me!

"Ha, ha ha... happy, happy——"

Ishida Hidenori thought he had squeezed out a smile, but in fact he had a sad face. Just like what Hojo Kyosuke said, he came to attend his own funeral.

Amamiya Miki on the stage was asking if anyone else wanted to ask questions. Hojo Mikiko looked at her son who was as brilliant as Buddha on the stage and whispered to her husband:

"What do you think? I said Kyosuke is very suitable to be a lawyer."

This ability to lie with open eyes is even better than Ichiro. What he said was all true, but it became a lie when he put it together.

"No, that kid will definitely not be able to stand the long, boring and complicated procedures. Maybe when he exchanges written materials for the first time, he will not be able to help but put a knife to the other party's neck and let the other party admit defeat quickly."

The former Tokyo lawyer used three words in a row to summarize his career. As he spoke, Hojo Ichiro's eyes were also fixed on his son who was dazzling on the stage.

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

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

Thinking of this, Hojo Ichiro looked at the huge banner above the ceremony platform, "2015 Honya Awards Presentation Conference". Great, Kyosuke has found a job that is faster and easier than robbing money.

"Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about, Kyosuke is not that kind of child." Hojo Mikiko laughed and hit her husband's arm, well, she used the strength of hitting beef balls.

"Hehe——"

Hojo Ichiro grinned without feeling any pain. Yes, Kyosuke doesn't have time to do those things.

The applause paused for a moment. The media were clearly eager to interview this genius who broke three records in the Honya Grand Prize.

Although the Internet era has arrived, Japan is still one of the world's largest newspaper publishers, which makes them, the media people, quite happy. After all, the company has not closed down, and it seems that they can smoothly help themselves in their old age, and maybe their sons can come in together.

However, with such treatment, the people's expectations of them are also correspondingly high.

People like Hojo Kyosuke, who have only published one popular book but have such a large attention, have become a new generation of national writers. If his newspaper does not publish news about his first heavyweight award, the newspaper's hotline will be blown up.

The operator received countless "die" and had to keep apologizing. Of course, as on-site reporters, they are not much better. Tomorrow they can pack their bags and go to the snowy countryside of Hokkaido to raise cattle.

"Then, Mr. Kawaguchi from the Yomiuri Shimbun, please." Amamiya Miki began to call out names according to the list.

Yomiuri Shimbun is the newspaper with the largest circulation in Japan and even in the world. In addition to normal news, one of its characteristics is that it serializes novels in the newspaper to attract subscribers. The most famous novels in Japan in modern times have been serialized in it.

"Thank you, first of all, congratulations to Mr. Hojo for winning the Honya Grand Prize."

Kawaguchi Jōichi stood up and bowed as usual, and habitually wanted to spit out a stream of rainbow farts, trying to make someone indulge in his flattery and get more revelations.

Seeing this newspaper interviewing him for the first time, although he knew that the invited guests must be media friendly to the Honya Grand Prize, Hojo Kyosuke quickly searched his memory to find out the other party's attitude towards him from the other party's past reports.

Well, the other party only reported that he won the gold medal of the Neon Mathematical Olympiad and the national kendo competition, and there was no report on literature.

Let's call it neutral and friendly.

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

"We all know that Mr. Hojo is the youngest winner of the Honya Grand Prize, but I think many people may not know that in addition to such excellent achievements in literature, Mr. Hojo has also achieved many achievements in other aspects."

Next, the audience felt like they were re-enacting the scene, and they had a more complete understanding of how great Hojo Kyosuke was from another perspective.

As expected of the newspaper with the largest circulation in Japan, not only did it tell about the competitions that Hojo Kyosuke had participated in, but also about his time as a high school kendo club instructor in the club when he was in junior high school. It even revealed that several bad boys turned back and entered university under his guidance, and even volunteered to become teachers.

Hearing this, Hojo Kyosuke first thought that Onitsuka was going to accept an interview to get hard work money again, but then he recalled that as early as junior high school, Onitsuka thanked him when he was interviewed by "Weekly Bunshun", saying that he could finally become a high school teacher and married a 17-year-old JK, and also said that he would give himself...

Ahem, if this guy becomes a teacher, for the safety of students, he may have to wear a chastity belt or something like that.

Kawaguchi Jōichi counted Hojo Kyosuke's past achievements by year, and almost every achievement had to be added with the word "record-breaking", such as the most consecutive wins in the Dadou Award, the highest score in the Mathematical Olympiad...

"Too strong, worthy of being the number one swordsman in Tokyo!"

The super loud exclamation made Hikigaya Hachiman unable to help but turn his body to try to avoid it, but there was no way, this dark house was so small, and Zaimokuza was as big as a bear.

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

Although it was the award ceremony of the respected Minister Hojo, and although he had planned to watch it, on a perfect day like Saturday that was neither Friday nor Sunday, he definitely didn't want to waste time huddled in the room with a boy.

Saturday, this is Saturday, unlike Friday when you still have to go to class and look at the clock to endure the torture of time being slowed down. It's not like Sunday when I have to make up homework, or worry about how to face the embarrassment of no one asking me what I did over the weekend in the storage room when I go to school next Monday.

Really, if I just ask, I will be like the world's greatest writer, Minister Hojo, and describe to the other person how I spent a Zen weekend at home elegantly. After listening to it, the other person will definitely be more satisfied with the weekend just passed.

This is simply a win-win situation. I satisfy my desire to talk and enjoy the curiosity of others. Others complete a good deed every day and get a buff that doubles their happiness.

WIN WIN WIN WIN!

Oh, sorry for going off topic. Anyway. Saturday is such a perfect day. If possible, Hikigaya Hachiman hopes that today is Saturday, tomorrow is Saturday, the day after tomorrow is also Saturday, and every day in the world is Saturday. This way, the calendar can be printed more neatly, and everyone's life can be happier.

On such a day, he had already made a cup of coffee with lots of sugar and milk, and sat on the sofa with his lovely sister Komachi, quietly waiting for the Honya Grand Prize ceremony to begin.

He received a call from Zaimokuza Yoshiki.

"Hey, Hachiman, didn't we agree to watch Minister Hojo's award ceremony together today?"

Asshole, who agreed with you! I won't leave my lovely sister to watch TV with a chuunibyou who talks nonsense. I'd rather play video games.

Thinking like this, Hikigaya began to wonder why he came to Zaimokuza's house as if he was hypnotized, and why he agreed to let him squeeze into this small and dark space to watch Minister Hojo receive the award.

Suddenly, the cool touch on his left elbow made his chaotic mind clear.

Ah~~

It turned out that the despicable Zaimokuza invited the angel Ayaka in advance. In this case, it's not a big deal even if they squeeze in such a small place to watch together.

"Hey, Zaimokuza, move over there a little, there's no place for Ayaka to sit."

He used the words he learned sixteen years ago. What, he was just born at that time? That's right, he learned it in the last life! Just to say it at this moment, for this person!

"Haha, it's okay, haha ​​a few times, it feels more like watching a ceremony this way." Totsuka Ayaka responded with a smile.

Listening to the clear and pleasant voice like a silver bell, Hikigaya just felt...

Ahem, it's time to concentrate on listening to Minister Hojo's speech.

This matter will definitely be a hot topic in the school next week. Even if we are still discussing what to eat for lunch in the last second, maybe in the next second we will wonder where Hojo will go to celebrate after receiving the award.

If I can't recite the whole text, the friends I made in the kendo club and class with great difficulty. Everyone might think that I am a dead otaku who only plays games and watches cartoons on weekends, and will doubt my loyalty to Minister Hojo.

The most important thing is that if Hata Goro and others find out about this, I will definitely be given extra training!

Hikigaya Hachiman was refreshed and confirmed with Zaimokuza again whether he had recorded the video.

"Of course, I plan to use all this in my next novel!" Zaimokuza Yoshiki's voice is as big as his body, shaking the whole room.

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

"We all know that human energy is limited. It is not easy for a person to achieve success in one field, but this law is obviously invalid for Mr. Hojo. I believe everyone is very curious. In so many unrelated fields, how does Mr. Hojo master the balance?"

Baga!

Who wants to listen to him? Why ask so tactfully? Just ask him how he studied in school, how he practiced kendo, and where he had so much time to do things!

Hearing this question, a middle-aged woman who accidentally came across this TV station cursed in her heart, and she was planning to call and complain about this reporter after buying a newspaper tomorrow. She had no professional ethics and 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 to watch TV.

"Mom, what's so good about this? Isn't it because of a smart head? What else can it be?" The boy rolled his eyes, thinking that women just don't have good brains.

"Five hundred dollars, listen carefully. It's time for you to decide on a high school next year. You won't get into trouble if you listen to your seniors." The woman grabbed her son's arm. Although her hands were small, they were very strong. They were trained by grabbing discounted vegetables and toilet paper in the supermarket.

"Hey, hey, hey--" the boy dragged out his tone.

Hojo Kyosuke obviously had the same idea as this boy. Before he got the gift from Glass, he still needed to work hard to get into Dongcheng with a good score, but after getting the gift from Glass, even the University of Tokyo offered him an olive branch. Talent is really a desperate thing.

As for energy, I'm sorry, even if it is squeezed out tonight, as long as you use the gift from Mitsuha, you will be a brave man again tomorrow. What's more, with his body trained with the gift from Naoka, it is not so easy to reach the limit!

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly:

"Human energy is indeed limited, but you can never be sure whether you have really reached your limit. When I am tired of studying and doing exercises at night, I wonder if I can have more time to study if my body is stronger?

With this idea in mind, I started to practice kendo. When the body is stronger, the energy will naturally increase."

Well, I am still writing.