Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 800 Hand over that woman

Ten minutes ago, when Hojo Kyosuke had just gone downstairs to talk to his editor and Hiratsuka Shizuka began to share her racing victory on the way here with her friends, a convoy drove from Highway 135 into Kasuga Town, Atami City, and slowly moved forward along the coastal highway.

There were a lot of people and cars along the way, so the convoy was not moving fast, but the sound of the accelerator was quite loud. Fortunately, it was in an open area by the sea, so the sound quickly dissipated.

The cars in the fleet are all kinds of things, Mitsubishi, Mazda, Suzuki... The brands and models are different, but they are all very gorgeous. The gorgeousness here does not refer to the beautiful paint on the body, but the various modifications on it. The front grille, front bumper, side skirts, rear spoiler... basically everything visible to the naked eye has been modified. Most of the cars are performance cars produced locally in Japan. It can be said that the cost of modification is several times higher than the value of the car itself.

Just like their love for baseball, JMD is also very popular in Japan. As long as the bikers don't race when they are driving, most people are happy to admire their cars. Many people can even tell what modifications have been made to them and even know the manufacturer of the accessories at a glance.

Of course, if you are driving on the highway and a speeding car whizzes past you, the first thing you will do is to greet the other car's parents.

Like now, the convoy passed through the street quietly like an exhibition, and some people speculated whether it was a modified car parade held in Atami. The atmosphere became even better.

Professional car enthusiasts are different. They can find a parking lot in no time, which is completely different from a woman who wanders around for a long time and is almost going crazy.

As a tourist city, Atami actually has quite a few parking spaces. There is a very spacious parking lot right next to Sunshine Beach, which is almost as long as the beach. But apparently everyone likes this kind of convenient parking space so it is very popular.

The organizer of the convoy was quite resourceful. After a short while, he directed the convoy to park in the parking lot by the sea. The cars stopped in an orderly manner without turning off the headlights. The car owners all opened their doors and got out. Some stood at the front of the car while others leaned against the car and started bragging and chatting in twos and threes.

In front of a white Porsche 997GT2, a man with medium-length hair shouted:

"Hey, Ida, are you sure that Aston Martin is in Atami?"

This is a very beautiful car, the hood is painted black, and the overall black and white color scheme is very classic. The lines of the wheel hub and tail wing are beautiful, and it can be seen that the owner has been awake and cared for.

"I've already told you I'm not sure. I just headed in this direction. I thought a beauty like that might be here to soak in the hot springs. It's just a guess!"

The person who answered was a slightly bald man, and the car behind him was the blue Civic that had invited Hiratsuka Shizuka on the highway before and was left behind in an instant.

The man looked helpless. After being instantly killed by the beauty driving the Aston Martin, he quickly returned to the gathering place with his companions and told everyone about the incident. Originally, they were just bragging and chatting, but who knew that an idiot suddenly got excited and shouted that he also wanted to race with the Aston Martin.

A person nearby interrupted with a smile, "Ida, please forgive Sugiyama. He once encountered a red Aston Martin on the Bay Coast Line and was severely crushed by it, so he has been brooding over it ever since..."

"Hey! What do you mean by being crushed? I already said that I was driving the family's grocery shopping car that day. If it was a 997, I definitely wouldn't lose!"

Porsche Man Shan shouted loudly, his expression very excited.

The people around were also making a fuss, some were about to do something, and some were trying to persuade them.

In general, this is a group of people who have nothing to do. Don't be fooled by the fast and furious shows nowadays, but unlike in the movies, these people's daytime jobs are not oil thieves or robbers. Many of them may not even have violated any traffic rules. Instead, they are programmers who type on keyboards wearing glasses thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle.

Because of the oppression caused by society, people will always spontaneously seek survival and find ways to vent. Riding a motorcycle or a car in the dark night is obviously a good choice. The black night sky provides them with shelter, and they don’t have to worry about being recognized by colleagues and friends they are familiar with on weekdays. They can release another self. This is different from the speeding gangs in the 1980s and 1990s. They have become much more civilized, at least they rarely play chases with traffic police on the highway.

If the Porsche man hadn't suggested "looking for the Aston Martin woman", they would have just found a parking area to park the car, lit a cigarette under the light of the car lights, chatted, and then turned on the phone and took a ride along the coastline together.

Now that there is such fun to watch, everyone immediately joined in.

The arrival of the fleet has made this quiet parking lot much more lively. Many car owners have consciously opened their hoods and generously allowed tourists to inspect them. If they meet someone with the same interests, they will invite them to come in and sit for a while.

The Imperial Envoy and Sayaka, who had left the organization for a date, wandered here at some point, or perhaps the sound of the rotary engine attracted the Imperial Envoy.

"Oh Shinagawa 54, this license plate is amazing!"

In front of a red Alfa Romeo, the envoy stared at the license plate and exclaimed. The owner was a middle-aged uncle with a thick afro and a lot of hair. But it is easy to imagine that to own an Alfa Romeo with a two-digit license plate, this uncle must not have needed to use his hair to earn a salary when he was young.

Sayaka simply couldn't understand what her boyfriend was so excited about. In her opinion, this old antique car wasn't as good-looking as the brand new Ferraris next to it.

"This car hasn't been transferred since 1970. There are less than of them in the entire Neon. Look at the paint, it's absolutely original, without any damage at all! It's so beautiful!"

The Imperial Envoy exclaimed loudly, and the man with the afro next to him had an expression of enjoyment on his face. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the flattery from the knowledgeable car fans.

Sayaka pursed her lips and said nothing. What she wanted to say was, didn't the small truck they used to guard Xiaolin's grandmother's house also have a two-digit license plate? What was so special about it?

The imperial envoy circled the red Alfa Romeo again and again, and the owner of the car with afro generously opened the door and invited him to get in and take a look.

"Is it really possible?!"

The imperial envoy raised his index finger and pointed at his nose, a look of disbelief on his face.

The afro uncle smiled and said, "Of course, if you want, you can even sit in the car and go for a ride with us later."

The envoy's expression suddenly became very interesting, and he nodded frantically without thinking:

"Okay, okay! I can help you fill up a tank of gas!"

As he said this, he had already stepped into the car, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and looking excited.

"Hey, Sayaka, hurry up and take a picture for me!"

He turned his head to look out the window and shouted hello, then he saw his girlfriend with puffy cheeks and a sullen look on her face.

"…Uh, how about we go for a ride together?"

The imperial envoy smiled awkwardly and spoke in a low voice.

But this time, Sayaka didn't want to give her boyfriend face, so she stomped her feet and walked forward with her small bag.

The envoy was so scared that he immediately ran to chase after him, but after running two steps, he turned back and came to the front of the car lights, handed the phone to the owner of the afro, and asked:

“Please help me take a more handsome photo!”

The owner of the car with an Afro made an OK gesture and said confidently:

"As long as you stand next to my car, even if you are ugly, you will become a handsome guy, just like me!"

The envoy took back his phone, looked at the photo and nodded in agreement.

"How about it? How can a girlfriend smell as good as a car? Let's go for a ride together? I can let you try driving it too."

The sanity that the imperial envoy had just regained was almost shattered by this sentence. This was exactly the same as the Tokyo he had imagined!

The dark night, the endless sea, the straight highway, the roaring engine...but...eh, so what does love bring to men?

"Thank you for your kindness, but my girlfriend is more important."

The big boy with a monk-like haircut bowed and then trotted after his girlfriend.

The afro-haired uncle looked at the boy and girl going away, then looked down at his beloved car. He lowered his arm and stroked the smooth paint of his beloved car with his fingers, thinking sadly, ignorant boy, when you reach my age, you will know how enviable it is to have a car that can run non-stop just by refueling.

A weak body and a terrifying wife...

Eh……

The imperial envoy finally caught up with Sayaka. After all, with Sayaka's intelligence, if she was really angry, she would just dump her boyfriend. She wouldn't know how to save face afterwards. It would be better for her to simply let her boyfriend coax her and forgive him.

So just half a minute later, the two of them were back to normal. The imperial envoy was still excitedly reading out the names and advantages and disadvantages of each car, while Sayaka held up her phone to help him take pictures.

These cars come from all over, with license plates from Shinagawa, Kawasaki, Shonan... basically all the license plates near Tokyo can be seen here, and there are quite a few from Kyoto and Osaka. They probably didn't come here on short notice, but have been kept in a nearby garage as collection vehicles.

When chatting with the car owners, the envoy learned that they all came from Daikoku PA. On such a lively night, that JDM holy land almost gathered all JDM fans.

While strolling around, the imperial envoy also received a message from Hojo Kyosuke, telling him that a friend drove an Aston Martin sports car over and if he wanted, he could lend it to him and take Sayaka for a ride.

"Hojo is such a good brother. Others think he asked me to drive the bus to do me some hard labor, but I am the only one who knows that he is satisfying my pursuit of a car. Now that he has a good car, he notified me as soon as possible. He is so loyal!"

The imperial envoy was deeply moved.

When Hojo Kyosuke entered Mitsuha's body, he received a lot of care from the imperial envoy in Itomori. Even on the day when the final meteorite fell, when he rushed to Mount Ryujin to meet Mitsuha at dusk, he borrowed the imperial envoy's motorcycle. It is not known whether Mitsuha was able to ride it well in the end.

So seeing that the imperial envoy actually liked cars so much, he would certainly not neglect this old friend.

The Japanese God of War at home was a gift from Eriri and was not available for loan, but Hiratsuka Shizuka's car was fine. He was very familiar with the car and would often call his subordinates to help drive it when he had dinner with Hiratsuka Shizuka in Tokyo. He was even prepared to compensate the other party with a new one if the car crashed. Given his friendship with Mitsuha and Teshiya Sayaka, if he was not afraid of being too presumptuous and scaring people, he would not mind giving the Teshiya a good car directly like he did to his elder brother Maki, just as a wedding gift for the two of them.

Sayaka was also moved after seeing the photos sent by Hojo Kyosuke.

The elegant shape of the Aston Martin Vantage British sports car was much better looking than the cars her boyfriend had liked before. The two of them talked and laughed as they walked forward, and then they were stuck in traffic.

"Hello, is this a red Aston Martin you are talking about?"

A man stood in front of the two of them.

The imperial envoy looked up in confusion and did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned off his phone.

"We didn't say anything."

He denied it outright. He had no acquaintances in Tokyo other than the Miyamizu and Hojo families, and he didn't feel he needed to answer this man.

Sayaka, who was not very smart, immediately shut her mouth and stood behind her boyfriend, although she didn't feel as safe as standing behind Mitsuha.

Seeing the two people's vigilance, the man who suddenly stood up tried to make his smile more friendly. But Sayaka and the imperial envoy had seen the expressions of the pig butchers in the countryside, and they both took a step back at the same time.

The man's expression froze, his mouth twitched, and then he said:

"Actually, my friend met a red Aston Martin on the way to Atami. They raced together and lost very easily. He was a really skilled driver. Then my friend also knew the lady driving the Aston Martin, and we came all the way from Yokohama just to invite her to race again. We had no ill intentions."

He spread his hands as he spoke, trying to look sincere.

If it was Hojo Kyousuke or Yukinoshita Yukino here, one could guess his profession based on the way he spoke and his appearance. He looked too familiar, a completely poor version of Xisaki, either a doctor or a lawyer, or some other high-level profession.

The imperial envoy still did not intend to answer. He said sorry and tried to walk around the man and leave with Sayaka.

But the Porsche man Shan came over again and surrounded the imperial envoy and Sayaka with a few people.

"I say, Shanshan, this is not good, right?"

The Civic man Iida stood in front of the imperial envoy and advised.

However, this time Shanshan's expression was even more agitated than before. He pushed him away, looked at the imperial envoy fiercely and began to question him.

Surrounded by the crowd, the envoy felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up.

Bastard, if it was in Nara, I could call a construction site and have them crush you with a forklift! (End of this chapter)