Chapter 338 How Much Money Did He Give You? I'll Pay You Double

In the dim space, the spotlights forced everyone to focus their eyes on the ceremony platform and the man standing in the center of the crowd.

This world is big, so big that many people cannot leave their hometowns in their lifetime.

This world is small, so small that a place as small as Tokyo must accommodate more than 10 million people. The number of people passing by every day is even more than the number of Dorayaki you eat in your lifetime.

The neon lights flashed with brilliant and confusing light, the traffic dragged with swift and cold light, and the stage condensed with bright and tempting light...

What Kyosuke yearned for was such a colorful world where he would get lost if he didn't pay attention.

Hojo Mikiko always knew that Kyosuke was a very powerful child who was different from others since he was a child. He was destined to make a career, but from the day he left her sight and began to walk alone.

She began to worry, worried that the world would not love him as unreservedly as she did, would not take care of him as meticulously as she did, and would not tell him like she did that it was okay and everything would be fine.

This world was excluding him, telling him that he didn't belong here, just as she worried.

However, just like always, Kyosuke did a great job, so great that no one could question him.

He stood on the podium and told those people with honor that if the world did not welcome him, then the rules of the world should change.

Hojo Mikiko looked at the second row of seats, in front of Kisaki Tetsuta.

She naturally remembered all the friends her son brought to her home. After a quick count, she found that Kisaki Tetsuta was missing.

She knew Kisaki. He was not only her son's subordinate in the club, but also a partner who accompanied Kyosuke to expand his territory in society.

So she naturally paid attention to observe, and then saw what Kisaki did to Ishida Hidenori, listened to her son's words, and then associated it with the previous newspaper.

Oh~ Is this the person who does not welcome her son and asks him to go back to drawing children's comics?

"Xiao Shi, did that person say bad things about Kyosuke in the newspaper before?" Hojo Mikiko asked softly.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Eriri, who had pricked up her ears instantly, stopped talking. Even Prince Koga stopped laughing, turned around, and bared his little canine teeth with Eriri. Yukino and Miki also looked over.

"Ah?"

Unlike Eriri and the others, Kasumigaoka Utaha was a little flustered at first.

"Which, which one?"

The elegant and generous dress that made Kasumigaoka look like a queen and a princess standing with Eriri actually stuttered. Her usual acting skills seemed to have been used up, and anyone could see that she was hiding something.

Even the careless Eriri looked over suspiciously.

Hojo Mikiko stared at the little girl's face for half a second, then laughed:

"Hey, the photo shoot is over, the reporter is going to interview Kyosuke, hurry up and focus."

This stupid beauty didn't ask any more questions. She knew that if it was really as she thought, there would definitely be some reserved programs later.

Eriri didn't look at the stage at the first time, but turned her head to look for the person Aunt Mikiko mentioned. The same action was also taken by little Kashiko. The two of them were in tacit understanding, and no one wanted to ask Hojo Mikiko. No, it's better to say that... the ideas were surprisingly consistent.

Although wearing contact lenses, Eriri still couldn't find the person Kyosuke's mother said. After turning her head around, her eyes met Kashiko in Kasumigaoka's arms, and then the two looked at Kasumigaoka together.

Suspicious!

After finishing the photo shoot, Amemiya Miki quietly touched her chest when she turned to the emcee platform, feeling the touch of Hojo Kyosuke's arm.

Really, very strong muscles.

"Then, the next step is the reporter's question session."

A staff member came over and wanted to help Hojo Kyosuke take the bouquet in his hand so that he could speak with the microphone, but how could Hojo Kyosuke let go of the flowers in his hand? He smiled and shook his head and refused.

Seeing his resolute attitude, and considering that the bouquet of flowers that seemed a bit in the way in ordinary people's hands was actually just an embellishment in front of his tall body, the staff did not force him, but just handed him the microphone.

It was not he who decided which reporter to ask questions, but the hostess decided based on the relationship between those newspapers and magazines and the Honya Awards.

However, as the No. 1 gossip magazine in Japan, Weekly Bunshun took the initiative to report on the Honya Awards for the first time, and the executive committee still attached some importance to it and wrote their names at the top of the list.

"Then, please ask everyone in the newspaper in turn. If you have any questions, please raise your hands." Amamiya Miki said the procedural words in a gentle voice.

The reporters sitting in the first row also raised their hands in cooperation, and some of them were very active, and it was obvious that they had just entered the industry.

"Okay, then please Weekly Bunshun."

"Thank you."

Hirota Yoshitoki took the microphone, thanked him first, then opened the palm-sized notebook, raised his head and looked at the stage.

"First of all, congratulations to Mr. Hojo for winning the 2015 Honya Grand Prize. Please give me your guidance."

"Please give me your guidance." Hojo Kyosuke also replied.

"I was really surprised when I found out that Mr. Hojo's work was selected for the Grand Prize. But when I saw you picking up the trophy, I felt it was natural."

Oh~ It is indeed an old friend who can talk! Hojo Kyosuke nodded repeatedly after hearing this. Well, nod in thanks.

"I wonder if you have noticed that your score is the highest score since the establishment of the House Awards. No one has ever reached 700 points! It is really, really amazing."

Yoshitoki Hirota used a lot of exclamations, as if he were a child seeing Ultraman warriors for the first time.

In the second round of voting for the House Awards, everyone can choose the top three in their mind. The first place will be worth three points, the second place will be worth two points... it is not a simple vote.

"Well, I noticed that I was also shocked. I thought how could this be possible? I'm really grateful to everyone at the bookstore for loving me." Hojo Kyosuke smiled and bowed again.

"Ah, you are truly worthy of being Master Hojo. To be able to notice such details at such an exciting moment is like a genius like Ishigami!"

Hirota Yoshitoki didn't look like he was here to ask questions, it was almost like he was paid to be part of the atmosphere team.

Hidenori Ishida, who was sitting in the back, almost had his teeth broken listening to his praise of Hojo Kyousuke. I thought to myself that this guy was indeed a cold-blooded killer and a violent maniac just like the Stone God.

However, there were quite a few people present who didn't know about this. Several reporters nearby quickly took out their notes and wrote them down. As a country that is rich in all kinds of immortals and is very enthusiastic about any record-breaking thing, this kind of information should be placed in the first column in bold and bold.

"Not only did he break through the highest score, in terms of age, Mr. Hojo is also the youngest among all the winners, or shortlisted, and the winner of the first grade of high school. This is simply a genius that only appears in novels. Qili's Fairy Tale."

Everyone knows this. After all, ever since Hojo Kyosuke debuted, his age has always been the most talked about. Supporters use this point to prove his genius, while opponents use this point to show his unreliability, saying that his works are all children's graffiti.

However, after the title "Winner of the Honya Grand Prize for the first year of high school" came out of Hirota Yoshitoki's mouth, the attendees still took a breath, and a buzzing exclamation sounded in the originally quiet venue. .

"Hey, Eikichi, what were we doing in our freshman year of high school?" Danma Ryuji asked in a low voice.

"Huh? Is your head broken? Of course you are picking up girls, Ryuuji." Onitsuka Eikichi said matter-of-factly, what else can they do besides picking up girls?

"You forgot to fight." Danma Ryuji nodded first, and then retorted.

"Isn't fighting life?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Listening to the words of the people in front of him, Ichiro Hojo rubbed his chin and began to think about what he was doing in his first year of high school.

Well, it seems...

"I'm also picking up girls like a fool." Hojo Mikiko snickered, just like Sakura said his wife was currently guilty, as if the "girl" was not herself.

"Ahem, that's our youth." Ichiro Hojo blushed.

“The highest score that has ever been achieved and will never be achieved since.”

Hirota Yoshitoki used this sentence unceremoniously, because before Hojo Kyosuke, there was only one 600 points, which was a full 100 points less than him. Such a record will not be achieved unless more voters are added to the Grand Prize. , otherwise it would be difficult for latecomers to surpass it.

Oh, of course, Teacher Hojo himself should be able to do it. After all, he is the one who creates miracles.

"It is unbelievable that you are at an age when you will have doubts about your own life. In addition to these two items, Mr. Hojo's work "The Devotion of Suspect X" is also the first mystery novel in history to win the first prize. Not those stories wrapped in the shell of mystery novels, but the purest mystery novels!”

Hirota Yoshitoki spoke impassionedly, and his tone was so intense that even Amamiya Miki on the stage had doubts about whether he was invited by the chairman to cheer. I haven't had a chance to say these words yet, after all, this is too self-proclaimed.

"It's simply an 'impossible miracle'!"

If Yukinoshita Yukino were here, he would definitely criticize the words "impossible" and "miracle" for using them overlappingly, which have no practical meaning at all.

But she didn't, and now she was listening to her sister's bombardment in pain.

"Yabai! If you are so good, it's not my mother and I who are inspecting Kyousuke, but him who is inspecting me."

Listening to what the reporter on the TV said, Yangno, who was sitting on the sofa with her beautiful white legs curled up, was shouting and screaming, with her hand dangling randomly. Of course, Yukino would not respond to this, but she didn't care and asked again.

"Xiao Yukino, what were you doing as a freshman in high school?"

Yukinoshita Yukino seemed to be a Bodhidharma, silent and watching TV quietly, as if there was no fluctuation in her heart.

Being ignored again, Yangno just smiled. Just from the light cyan eyes that kept flashing, she could guess her sister's thoughts.

"Oh, what should I do? Kyousuke is so good, how can he be tricked into becoming Yukinoshita Kyousuke? Even attending an award ceremony can make the host like him. Such a boy should be very popular in school. Welcome."

She looked at her sister:

"Hey, Yukino-chan, are there many girls in your school pursuing Kyosuke? Are there many girls following him all day long?"

Yukinoshita Yukino picked up the remote control and turned up the volume.

Chasing after Hojo Kyosuke? With Sakura and Naoko by his side, how could any girl be so ignorant as to approach him? As for following him all day long? What on earth is my sister thinking? People are not toys without thoughts, how could it be possible that...

Will it be possible...

The girl's eyes suddenly widened.

No, no, no, I am just pursuing what I want, not for the reason my sister said, that's why I went to Hojo Kyosuke's house for two consecutive days.

"Is it true? The first award-winning mystery novel?"

"It seems to be true, it's really the first one! How many records of the Honya Awards will be broken!"

"What is Hirota doing, hurry up and let me ask! It's so rude, he talks so much nonsense, be careful that the organizer will not invite him next time."

"Can you contact Hojo's parents to publish a book on parenting?"

...

Hearing these three bombs from Hirota Yoshitoki, the scene got a little out of control in an instant.

Any of these three alone is enough to make the winner surpass his predecessors. The three together are really like what he said, an "impossible miracle".

What? Meaningless repetition of words? Do you understand that? Are all the editors in the editorial department graduated from third-rate universities?

"I think it's not just me, but many people are curious about how Mr. Hojo created such a great work. If possible, please share your experience with everyone."

Hirota Yoshitoki finally asked his question.

I have to say that after a series of preparations, this question, which is so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary, really whetted everyone's appetite.

Hmm... How was it created?

You asked a good question, and the good thing is that I can't explain it to you at all.

Hojo Kyosuke felt that if Senior Shiyu was on stage now, acting as his mouthpiece, she would surely say, "This is a genius thing, it's hard to explain it to you. If you can understand it, then you don't need to learn from experience."

But that was Kasumigaoka Shiyu who didn't care about the outside world's eyes, not Hojo Kyosuke who was well-versed in the ways of the world.

Faced with the reporter's question that seemed to let him show off his skills, he smiled at the audience and raised the microphone.

Isn't it just telling a story? Do you want a tear-jerking one or a funny one? Even if you want to hear birds flying across the sky, I can give you two sentences.

Well, at least 10,000 words tomorrow.