Chapter 654 I Don’t Agree!

Seeing Kenzo Chino back on stage, everyone present knew that today's main event was about to begin. The podium had been fully lit, while the lights below the stage were slightly dim, half forcing everyone to focus their attention on the podium.

For this year's Neon Mystery Writers Association Awards, a few well-informed guests already knew the final result, but more people didn't know. But at this moment, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, staring at Kenzo Chino on the stage, staring at the cue card in his hand without blinking.

Below the stage, Yamauchi Sakura and others who had already celebrated once were no exception. At this time, their faces were still full of tension and excitement, and their eyes shuttled back and forth between the podium and Hojo Kyosuke. Only Mitsuha Miyamizu, who had received some instructions from Hojo Kyosuke before, vaguely felt that something unexpected might happen.

"Mina-san, today..."

Kenzo Chino on the stage, after confirming that all eyes were focused on him, spoke with a smile, and the whole person fully interpreted what it meant to be in high spirits. Those who didn't know would think that he won the award. But it is understandable, after all, the number and quality of guests attending the award ceremony today far exceeded those of previous years, and these are all the achievements of him as the president!

Looking at the big guys below the stage who were far beyond his reach in terms of talent and power, looking up at him with respect, Kenzo Chino felt that his legs seemed to tremble, that was excitement!

"...Today, after the selection committee..."

"Wait a moment!"

A voice sounded very abruptly, interrupting Kenzo Chino's passionate speech.

Kenzo Chino closed his mouth in astonishment, and looked at Nishizawa Yang who stood up in disbelief.

This guy, he actually dared to do this!

This guy, how dare he do this? !

Kenzo Chino was not the only one who was surprised. The reporters who had already prepared their cameras to record the moment of Hojo Kyosuke's enthronement were like motorcycles that suddenly had their front brakes squeezed, and almost did a 360-degree front flip. When they recovered, they began to take pictures of Nishizawa Osamu and Tsuruta Masao beside him.

Wow! Big news! Absolutely big news!

Weekly Bunshun reporter Hirota Yoshitoki didn't care about taking pictures of Hojo Kyosuke at this time. He shouted wildly in his heart, while squatting and moving towards Nishizawa Osamu without making a sound.

The award ceremony was interrupted!

As one of the oldest literary awards in Japan, the Mystery Writers Association Award has never encountered such an accident! And the person who interrupted it was actually Nishizawa Osamu, who served as a judge!

The guests and participants in the audience also made a slight noise, and even with everyone's restraint, they couldn't help but talk about it.

On the side of Hojo Kyosuke's family and friends, his lovely mother, Ms. Hojo Mikiko, had a young and pretty face with no expression. This was unexpected to someone. He thought that his mother would at least remain elegant in front of Sakura, Eriri and Nitro's mothers, but this mother was so straightforward when it came to her baby son.

Hojo Ichiro held his wife's hand tightly, fearing that his wife would slam the table and throw the cup in anger. On the other side of the girls' table, Eriri's beautiful big eyes were full of confusion and confusion, and her little face still vaguely retained the previous excitement. Others, Yukino, Kato Megumi, etc., had similar reactions, only Mitsuha said in his heart, "As expected."

Similar to Mitsuha's reaction, Morimura Seiichi, who was sitting in the middle of the first row, slowly closed his eyes, and the words that Hojo Kyosuke said, "It's hard to persuade a dying ghost with good words" appeared in his heart again.

On the podium, Kenzo Chino glanced at Hojo Kyosuke from the corner of his eyes, and saw that he was still sitting in a very relaxed posture, as if he was not affected by the sudden situation in front of him.

Hiss——

You guy, the previous online evaluation of you as "a candidate with an excellent sense of relaxation" is really right.

Looking at the pairs of doubtful eyes in the audience, the president secretly gritted his teeth, and while cursing in his heart, he looked at Nishizawa Yang and Tsuruta Masao with a sinister look.

Over there, Nishizawa Yang felt the eyes focused on him, and he was secretly happy, but he still quickly bent down, supported Tsuruta Masao's arm with both hands and helped him up. This scene is too big, and the teacher still has to do it himself, his small body can't bear it.

"... That? Teacher Nishizawa? Is there something wrong? If you need help, you can go to the right side of the venue, there is a fire escape..."

Kenzo Chino's eyes were sinister, and he tried his best to save it.

Naturally, Nishizawa Yang heard that this was his last chance. If he didn't get the chance, the fight would be a real fight to the death. However, he had no way back, so he just smiled and said that he had nothing to do, but that Master Tsuruta Masao wanted to say something.

Tsuruta Masao was very impressive. Nishizawa Yang, the useless disciple next to him, was nervous and trembling under the gaze of hundreds of people, but the old man with triangular eyebrows still stroked his kimono leisurely, then turned around, bowed to the left and right and behind, and then slowly said:

"I am very sorry that I have wasted everyone's time because of my personal reasons. I am deeply sorry for this..."

I feel so sorry, why don't you shut up? Kenzo Chino on the stage almost bit his teeth, and his eyes kept drifting towards Hojo Kyosuke, expecting this guy to immediately perform the super-fast sword-drawing technique he had shown on the TV show. Unfortunately, neither the former nor the latter went as he wished, and Tsuruta Masao immediately fired at him after apologizing.

"... I heard from Nishizawa-kun that there was a work in this year's selection that received praise from many judges, but I personally have a different opinion and can't help but express it."

The old man with triangular eyebrows said nothing apologetic, just like most Japanese apologies, which are just a ritual. The timing of his choice of attack was also carefully planned, just before the final award-winning work was announced, which was also a last-minute face-saving for President Kenzo Chino. If the other party was sensible, he should have changed the winner immediately after he finished speaking.

Although his original goal was to use Hojo Kyosuke as a weapon to defeat Kenzo Chino and seek greater benefits. But the political game has its own rules, and no one likes people who kill all.

"…Regarding the work "The Devotion of Suspect X", I believe that most of the people present here should have read this novel. Even if they have not read it, they must have heard of his name. After all, it can be said that one in every 500 people in Japan owns this book. So I have a question, what is the biggest feeling in Mina-san's heart after reading this book?"

Tsuruta Masashi held the microphone that he got from somewhere and spoke slowly to the guests, but he obviously didn't want anyone to answer him. After finishing the question, he continued:

"In order to keep up with the trend of the times, President Chino reformed the selection mechanism and added an online voting mechanism. Although I am so old, I still don't want to be eliminated by the times, so I also joined the trend. This is the comments I collected from the association's voting website and large domestic communication websites. Let everyone follow and see what young citizens think of the work "The Devotion of Suspect X."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Nishizawa Yang had already directed his followers to use a projector to project on the backboard of the podium, which was the sorted comments.

"This is the most beautiful love I can imagine."

"Such a touching love story can only be written by someone who has never been in love! Mr. Hojo, please tell me that you have been dumped fifty times, and I will come to comfort you immediately."

"Redemption and love, giving without asking for anything in return, this is the best love novel I have read this year."

"For the first time, I feel that the dead fat otaku is not so disgusting. If it is someone as affectionate as Tetsuya Ishigami, then I can allow him to love me silently."

"Compared to the boring love between men and women, don't you think Ishigami and Yukawa are true love? That kind of silent tacit understanding, just a casual whisper can sense the change of your mood, is there a more compatible partner in the world than this?"

"..."

Hiss——

Hojo Kyosuke, who was still full of leisure and elegant and calm just now, tried his best to suppress the urge to dig his toes through the floor.

He never expected that the old guy Tsuruta Masajou would have the trick of public execution, and he was so embarrassed at this moment. What's more terrible is that Tsuruta also picked up the disgusting comments and read them out one by one. That old voice plus the affectionate words, how can it be tortured.

"What are you doing?"

Eriri tightly grasped Yamauchi Sakura's sleeve and asked anxiously in a low voice. The latter tried to cover her mouth with both hands, trying not to laugh out loud.

No, Sakura, you can't laugh! The venue is too quiet now, and everyone will hear it if you laugh! Hang on!

"Oh, Sakura, don't laugh, something bad is going to happen!"

Eriri wrinkled her nose and became more anxious.

"Don't worry, it's okay, Kyosuke is ready."

Still, Mitsuha couldn't bear it and comforted her in a gentle voice. But then Eriri asked a series of questions, which made her troubled. How did she know what to prepare?

"Gentlemen!"

In front, Masatake Tsuruta raised his voice:

"A work that entered the final selection of the Neon Mystery Writers Association Award, after reading it, the deepest impression left by the male protagonist's deep love for the female protagonist? How ridiculous is this."

Although the old man's voice was still serious, it was very emotional:

"A mystery novel has to rely on things other than reasoning to win. Everyone, do you think this meets the selection criteria? From Edgar Allan Poe to Edogawa Ranpo to Matsumoto Seicho, and even Mr. Morimura who set off the second wave of the social school, even if everyone has their own opinions, no matter whose work it is, it will make readers feel "ah, this is a mystery novel" as soon as they see it? Instead of looking at the novel and starting to think, where can I find such a man to love myself? ”

“Hahahaha——”

A light laugh rang out among the guests, and Hojo Kyosuke immediately recognized it as the laughter of Sakura. After careful identification, it seemed that there were also the laughter of Yukinoshita Haruno and Megumi? Megumi was very active in this situation.

Many publishers and people engaged in IP adaptation industry in the audience listened with bright eyes. It is true that mystery novels have a fixed audience, but how can it compare with the audience of romance films? Love is the common emotion of human beings! Think about it, it is obviously a mystery novel, but what leaves a deep impression is indeed the feelings between the male and female protagonists, and the male protagonist and the male supporting role. How touching these feelings are!

However, the guests sitting at the tables near the podium, the famous veterans of the mystery novel world, became extremely serious when they heard this, and each of them had a thoughtful expression on their faces.

Tsuruta Masao's green bean-like eyes quickly glanced left and right, and when he saw the serious expressions of many colleagues in the association, he secretly said in his heart that the big thing was done.

Let alone others, Hojo Kyosuke himself couldn't hold it anymore after listening to it, what he said was simply too reasonable.

Later, Eriri, who was getting angrier and angrier as she listened, and was about to turn from extreme anger to extreme terrorists, had already heard her little face pale, her little fists clenched, and trembled slightly.

What should I do? How can I help you, my Kyosuke? Go up and knock the old man unconscious with a stool? Or just turn off the power? Or let my dad ask the bodyguard to pretend to be a doctor in a mental hospital and take the old man away?

The girl's thoughts were confused, her lips kept whispering, and her changing expression made Yukino Yukinoshita amazed.

Suddenly, Eriri felt her thumb being held. She looked down and saw that it was Kashiko.

"Hey, little Kashiko-san, why are you here?"

The girl looked up at Kyosuke's parents and saw Aunt Mikiko with a sullen face. This discovery made Eriri feel much better instantly. It turned out that she was not the only one who was nervous! Oh no, what about Uncle Ichiro? Why didn't he take a good look at Kashiko?

Looking again, it turned out that the old father was holding his wife's hand tightly with both hands, comforting her softly with a gentle face.

Well, I thought Uncle Ichiro was joking when he said Kyosuke was just an accidental product that affected their world of two people, but now he even threw Kashiko aside.

This father and son, really...

With a twitch at the corner of her mouth, Eriri picked up the little girl and sat her on her lap.

Hojo Kashiko twisted her little butt and felt that it was more comfortable to sit on Sister Shiyu's legs. But she was kind and didn't say it, but asked with concern:

"Eri, are you hungry?"

The little girl's voice was full of concern. In her view, Eriri was so hungry that her face turned pale and her hands trembled. She was so pitiful.

"Come and have some candy. Mom said that sweet things can make you feel better!"

The cute childish voice made Eriri feel much better instantly. She took a piece of cantaloupe-shaped soft candy and stuffed it into her mouth. As expected, a piece of wool pulled out from between her teeth. Well, this is another one that Kashiko escaped from his pocket. But at this time, she no longer had time to go crazy. (End of this chapter)