bookbashuk Chapter 1037 That Soft Heart
Chapter 1037 That Soft Heart
Chapter 1037 That Soft Heart
That evening, as Hojo Kyosuke entered his house...
"hahahahahahahaha!"
"Who is this? Is a monk begging for alms? Wait a minute, let me ask if anyone in my family is a Buddhist."
Eriri laughed wildly, bending over backwards with laughter, and was breathless.
"Lily, Lily, quickly touch it for me!"
Hojo Mikiko called out anxiously from the phone.
"As ordered!"
Eriri stood at attention and saluted, then stood on tiptoe and stretched out her palm, her fingertips slightly curled, to touch Hojo Kyosuke's head.
"Hey! You can't touch a man's head!" someone protested.
Eriri raised her chin and said smugly, "I am no stranger now, but your respected mother. It is only natural for a mother to touch her son's head!"
Hearing this and seeing the expectant expression on his silly mother's face on his phone screen, Kyosuke Hojo sighed helplessly and obediently stood still.
"Hehehe~~"
Eriri grinned foolishly, her fair little hand tentatively touching someone's head.
"Ouch! That pricks!"
With a gasp, she broke free from Yukino's grasp on her other hand, and like crumpling a crystal ball, she cupped Kyosuke's head in both hands, feeling it closely, her little mouth murmuring:
"Kyosuke, you must remember this feeling. When you're old and miss Aunt Mikiko, I'll pat your head like this, and then you'll feel your mother's warmth..."
Her silly sweet talk made everyone else laugh, especially when combined with her rolling-ball-like movements, it was incredibly funny.
Nishimiya Shoko quietly squeezed forward, blinking her big, watery eyes, and looked up at someone with anticipation.
"..."
Kyosuke Hojo sighed again and simply sat down cross-legged.
"Feel free to laugh or touch, but be careful not to get stray hairs in your hands."
Upon hearing this, Shoko immediately cheered, "Yay!"
Then she immediately reached out and pushed Eriri's hand away, her face full of "So cute, I'm melting from cuteness" expression, and happily stroked Kyosuke's head.
Ah, it's fuzzy, like freshly mowed lawn, or like chilled skin, like...
The soft, chubby girl squinted her eyes, her thoughts completely wandering.
Sakura Yamauchi, who was holding a phone with Mikiko in it, also came up. She remembered everything about Kyosuke, so she had seen him with this hairstyle before, and therefore wasn't too excited.
However, Kyosuke as a child is Kyosuke as a child, and Kyosuke as an adult is Kyosuke as an adult. It's wonderful that Kyosuke has experienced all of time.
She also reached out and touched Kyosuke's head, while smiling and talking to Hojo Mikiko:
"Aunt Mikiko, have you forgotten? When you were in fourth grade, you watched a food show and suddenly had the idea to cook. You ended up making the pot catch fire. When Kyosuke came to put out the fire, his hair was burned. He got a haircut like this right then and there."
"Wow, is that even possible?"
Miyamizu Mitsuha looked at Hojo Mikiko on her phone with surprise, while Kasumigaoka Utaha next to her also stared wide-eyed in astonishment.
Let's not even talk about Mitsuha. When they were exchanging souls, she was so moved by Hojo's mother in Hokkaido that she almost recognized her as her godmother on the spot.
In her mind, Hojo Mikiko was the epitome of a perfect mother: understanding, open-minded, empathetic to her children, considerate of her husband's difficulties, and able to resolve family conflicts as gently and naturally as flowing water... and so on. The mother in her vague memory was no different.
Unexpectedly, this perfect mother has such an unreliable side. The shrine maiden silently reduced Hojo's mother's age by twenty years in her mind.
Kasumigaoka Utaha was similar. At first, she wanted to pretend to be the perfect daughter-in-law to win Hojo Mikiko's favor. Later, she was bewitched by that silly beauty and wholeheartedly followed her to learn how to be a good mother and raise a child as excellent as Kyosuke.
She even offered to ghostwrite a parenting guide titled "The Secret of How I Raised Kyosuke Hojo."
Now she finally understood why Mikiko's mother was so unwilling. If she were to tell their story, it would probably turn into "The Daily Life of My Genius Son Taking Care of His Stupid Mother".
"what!!"
Seeing the disillusioned expressions on Mitsuha and Utaha's faces, Hojo Mikiko immediately started shouting loudly on the phone:
"Is that true? No! That's absolutely not true! I know how to put out a fire with a pot lid, okay?!"
The foolish beauty desperately tries to save face:
"Slander! Kosakura, this is slander!"
"Pfft pfft~~"
Sakura Yamauchi squinted and gave a forced smile, saving face for Mikiko's mother by not asking when she had learned this trick.
Because that's what Kyosuke said with a blank expression while patting his burning hair.
Hojo Mikiko's expression was so genuine; her grievance and resentment were completely genuine. As a result, Mitsuha and Utaha were deceived again and quickly began to comfort her.
Kyosuke Hojo, head bowed, found it amusing. He knew his mother best and knew she had truly forgotten.
Why is this woman still so youthful and carefree even though her son is in high school? Besides being surrounded by love, the most important reason is that she has a bad memory.
Others protect their brains from things that are too intense, but my mom's protection is super convenient. She makes me forget everything that's bad for her, ensuring that my brain only stores happy things.
Yukino Yukari stood at the very edge of the crowd, watching the noisy throng with a smile on her lips.
Not to mention Kyosuke with a buzz cut, she had seen Kyosuke with long, flowing hair many times.
Oh, right, there's still Kyosuke with big breasts~~
Thinking this, she stretched out a hand and gently ran her index finger across Hojo-kun's head, feeling the slight stinging sensation with her fingertip.
His hair is so stiff! Should I recommend some conditioner for him?
"Would you like me to get you a hat?"
Naoka Ueno asked with a smile. As Kyosuke Hojo's classmate since elementary school, she knew better than anyone how arrogant he was.
I would fall asleep in class every day, and when I woke up, I would prop my chin up and look out the window, seemingly thinking about something, but actually I was still half asleep and groggy. If I fell asleep again and bumped my head on the desk with a thud, I would instinctively reach out and pretend to pick something up.
Another time, this guy fell asleep with his chin resting on his hand, his body constantly tilting and tilting. I don't know what he did the night before to be so sleepy, he just lay down with his head on his lap and didn't wake up.
The stiff hair poked against the girl's delicate thigh skin, and warm breath slipped lewdly under her skirt...
Naoka Ueno's entire body stiffened; she wanted to shout but was afraid of being seen by her classmates and teachers.
Sleeping so soundly! Are your legs really that big of a pillow?
Looking down at that handsome and cute face, Naoka Ueno felt indignant.
Fortunately, Takeuchi was a terrible teacher who only read from the textbook like a mantra during class, so he didn't notice what was happening below.
The person didn't wake up until get out of class ended.
Naoka thought this guy would panic and fall down in a fluster, but to her surprise, after opening his eyes, he actually rolled over, turned his face upwards, and looked directly at her.
"What a sweet dream! I really owe it all to you, Naoka-san. Thank you so much."
How can this drooling sleeper smile so brightly in this situation?!
Then, then... Kyosuke, that jerk, actually gave me a new mechanical pencil, saying it was a thank-you gift for the lap pillow.
Naoka Ueno, a young girl, was deeply moved and learned for the first time what elegance truly meant.
That is, if you accidentally fall asleep in class and end up in a female classmate's arms, drooling all the while, you can still smile and offer compliments.
This guy is so arrogant...
This was Naoka's first impression of Hojo Kyosuke, before she saw him single-handedly beat the bad boys to tears.
Including when Shoko enrolled, this guy scolded the teacher and Ishida in front of the whole class. At that time, Naoka Ueno thought: This guy must be thinking right now, everyone must think I'm so cool.
He's a repressed pervert, arrogant, and extremely concerned about maintaining a good image.
This is the Hojo Kyosuke that Naoka knows, the one who belongs only to her, and it's incredibly real.
"Okay!"
Sure enough, the person nodded without hesitation.
Then he stood up naturally. He had been home for more than ten minutes and had been stuck in the entryway, patting his head.
Damn it! Who pats someone's head like that?
Shouldn't it be "Yoshi yoshi" touching?
And you, you idiot Momotaro, you want to join in the fun too? Get lost!
Kyosuke Hojo sat down in the living room on the long sofa next to Utaha-senpai. Eriri quickly took the left side, while Naoka squeezed to the right side under the pretext of needing to have her head circumference measured.
The person didn't care about the noise on their head. Anyone who has tried it knows that it feels great to have a girl's soft little hands stroking your head randomly.
He casually pulled over Nitrate's hand and carefully touched it to make sure there were no tiny hairs stuck in the flesh.
Of all the people in the family, Shoko's hands were the softest.
Naoka sews every day, too busy taking care of her hands; Utaha-senpai writes and works out; Sakura is always causing trouble, squatting on the ground playing Demon King vs. Hero with sand and ants; Yukino writes with chalk, and Mitsuha practices kendo...
Only Xiaojiang, this soft and delicate girl, is not only soft in nature and soft in face, but even her hands are soft and fleshy, as if they would be crushed if pinched with the slightest force.
When Kyosuke made such an intimate gesture in front of everyone, Shoko immediately blushed and ran to another sofa like a little rabbit to sit down.
Sakura Yamauchi continued to diligently hold her phone, while Mikiko Hojo watched her beloved son surrounded by girls, her eyes crinkling with joy.
Gentlemen! I have seen all your actions and recorded all your contributions. In the future, if you need my help in any way, I will not refuse.
Of course, as we all know, contribution values can cancel each other out.
Sitting on the sofa, Kyosuke Hojo began to explain the reason for his hairstyle.
"...I knew Kuroda was unreliable. What kind of 'hairdresser's blood' is he? I bet he learned hairdressing in the host club district."
Speaking of this, Kyosuke Hojo can't help but complain. Originally, Eikichi Onizuka and the others' pompadours were also quite unconventional, but after a while, they started to look alright. Then Kuroda came along, and without saying a word, he started cutting their hair, turning it into the same hairstyle as those male escorts on the building's posters, making it a proper unconventional look, and it was terrifying.
What's even more ridiculous is that those idiots in Onizuka actually think it's cool.
Good heavens, Hojo Kyosuke suddenly remembered that the magazine that Onizuka and Danma, those two idiots, used to read every day in high school, and that relationship guru F-kun who taught people how to date, seemed to have a host club hairstyle.
Do these Japanese people really like this kind of thing?
With a dark expression, Hojo Kyosuke ignored Kuron's request and let him shave his head completely, giving him a buzz cut.
But who is he? He was described by Weekly Bunshun as a super-perfect man, one in fifty million light-years, handsome from every angle, whether he has short hair, a buzz cut, or is bald.
Just moments ago, Onizuka and the others thought the host's hairstyle was cool, but now they were clamoring to get the same haircut as their boss. Kuroda Kaito couldn't argue with them, so he had to painfully shave off all his carefully designed hairstyle, resulting in a bunch of buzz cuts.
Can you imagine what a buzz-cut Hachiman Hikigaya would look like? Kyosuke Hojo almost burst out laughing.
The reason this guy joined was because Hatake Goro said he wanted to give the regular members of Soubu High School a special mark.
"We'll cut the letters f, u, c, and k out of our heads, and then we'll bow together when we greet our opponents. That would be so much fun!"
That's what Mitsuhashi Ryoma said, and Kisaki Tetsuta clapped his hands and laughed, saying it was a really good idea.
However, considering the possibility of being banned, it was changed to—
"Win!"
The head of the wood-shaped piece is the largest, with a capital W shaved on top, while Hachiman becomes a lowercase "i".
"They've already won by bowing!"
Hikigaya, who considered himself to have great military luck, agreed wholeheartedly.
On the surface, that's how it seems, but actually, he felt that doing this kind of thing with his friends, creating highly recognizable symbols, was very impressive and fit the scene he had fantasized about when he was a child.
Simply put, it's about otaku making plans to buy itasha (anime costumes) of their favorite anime characters and then wearing them to Toranoana and anime conventions.
Unfortunately, when the kids who lived nearby made a pact to buy the same baseball caps and form a team when he was a child, he wasn't included. He secretly bought one but didn't dare wear it out; he could only hide it in a locked box under his bed.
Not to mention friends you can wear themed clothing to a doujinshi convention together.
Timber stand! Timber stand! Why did you show up so late, you bastard?!
While getting a haircut, watching his hair fall in clumps, Hachiman Hikigaya couldn't suppress a smile, already imagining what it would be like to go to school the day after tomorrow.
"Huh? Hachiman, what's wrong with your hair?"
"Ah, you mean that? Well, I became one of the five regulars in the kendo club, right? Goro said we should get some badges together, so I had no choice but to..."
"What?! Hachiman?! You! You've become a starter?! Really?"
"Hehe, well, I was lucky..."
He appeared modest, but was secretly laughing hysterically.
(Hakirani, now back home, has finished showing off to his parents and Komachi and is now back in his room practicing how to naturally make everyone see the little "i" on his head. PS: I've already shown the photos to Saika, along with the audition video, and received some great compliments!)
"...That's true, but Kuroda does have some talent. I think he'll become the first great hairstylist in the future."
Finally, Kyosuke Hojo gave a summary.
He recalled Kuroda's focused expression while getting a haircut and felt that becoming the leader of a biker gang was actually a good thing.
"Uuuuuu——"
Suddenly, the sound of crying came from the phone.
Kyosuke Hojo turned his head and looked at his mother, wondering what was going on this time.
Hojo Mikiko raised her hand to wipe away non-existent tears from the corner of her eye and said, "Kyosuke, Mom, I'm so happy."
?
Why are you so happy that Kuroda has become a great hairstylist?
Kyosuke Hojo's expression grew increasingly puzzled.
Over there, Hojo Mikiko wept with joy:
“You’ve only ever played with girls since you were little, and as you’ve grown up, you’ve spent all your time with girls. I’ve always worried that you might not have any serious friends. But today I heard…”
Snapped--
Kyosuke Hojo stood up, swiftly raised his hand and tapped his phone, forcibly making his mother log off.
Seeing the amused looks from all directions, he shouted indignantly, "Slander! Slander! I've had many friends since I was a child! Both female and male friends!"
Naoka Ueno rolled her eyes dramatically, expressing her disbelief quite directly.
Kyosuke Hojo shouted, "What?! Sakura knows, I often play baseball with the boys who live nearby!"
Eriri and the others then looked at Sakura Yamauchi, who squinted her eyes and said in a crisp voice:
"Yes! Kyosuke often chases them around with a baseball bat and even steals their baseballs to smash the windows of the houses living nearby."
After those guys refused to let me join them for the game.
Naoka Ueno nodded in agreement. That's more like it. Kyosuke really does like playing these kinds of games with boys.
Miyamizu Mitsuha nodded as well. She knew that Kyosuke's current friends, such as Onizuka Eikichi, Masaki Kyosuke, Hata Goro, and Kisaki Tetsuta, had all been beaten by him at the beginning, and after joining the kendo club, they fought every day without fail.
After chatting and laughing for a while, Hojo Kyosuke went back to his room to take a bath. Although he had just bathed at the main dojo, it didn't stop him from taking another bath.
"Speaking of which, Eriri, your school seems to grade exams very quickly, right?"
He asked, "Because it's almost all multiple choice questions, Japanese schools are pretty quick to release results. Don't you see those idiots like Hachiman already know the inside story and are starting to play dirty tricks?"
Eriri, who was secretly eating ice cream, blinked. "Is that so? I didn't know..."
She never paid attention to these things, somewhat like Hojo Mikiko, trying to forget unhappy things. But unfortunately, she wasn't very good at it.
That tender heart can leave a deep mark with just a single word.
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