Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

In the girl's dream, a figure vaguely appeared. He was standing on the stage. The spotlights and the eyes of the crowd were all focused on him. He was the center of attention and dazzling. All the beautiful words seemed to be created to describe him.

His figure was a little blurry, and one could only tell that he was a very tall man. His facial features were not clear, but one could tell that he was a very good-looking man. Waves of cheers, applause, and claps rang out from the audience, like a tsunami. Everyone was desperately trying to express their excitement, hoping to attract some attention, to get even a glance from him on the stage.

But he was not willing to show even a little generosity to those cheering people. He didn't care about them at all. He just scanned everyone equally, never stopping. Finally, his eyes stopped in one place.

In his eyes, it's me.

The corners of the sleeping girl's mouth curled up unconsciously. It was an arc of extreme pride and happiness. She was not calm, nor did she have any regrets, but only the purest happiness.

Ohashi Junko didn't know that her friend in the same room had already started to enjoy a sweet dream. Her face was shining with a white light, which was the light from the mobile phone screen. For her own happiness, she burst out with 180% effort. Even though she was very sleepy, she still insisted on looking for information to find the winning secret that could make the "Sleep to Sweep Away Hunger Plan" a success.

If you get close to her screen, you can see a bunch of names of materials: "The Quintessential Stepfather", "I Became a Prize at the Carnival", "XX, I Hate You", "Is There Too Much Love That Can't Be Escaped"...

Ohashi Junko was extremely focused. The more she checked, the more alert she became. The more she looked, the more excited she became. She even started drooling with hunger as she looked.

And she is not the only one who can't sleep tonight.
The Golden Week is approaching when businesses across the country go crazy. Local governments want to attract tourists, and major shopping malls begin crazy promotions and events to prepare for the holiday for office workers. Whether it is tourism promotion or shopping mall promotion, it needs to be disseminated through various media.

Even though there are countless video bloggers on the Internet who have given perfect travel guides, people who travel will still pick up a travel brochure at the station. Even though people are used to using their mobile phones to kill time on the subway, when they get on the Shinkansen to start a rare journey, they will still prepare a magazine that they may not even open as the first step to enjoy their vacation. Perhaps the act of touching the smooth pages of a book can help them distinguish between daily work and vacation leisure.

In summary, as long as holidays are approaching, advertising fees will skyrocket, whether in newspapers, magazines, or social platforms such as SNS. If you want customers to pay for it, the media needs to make their products more attractive.

On days like this, newspapers, weeklies and magazines usually break gossip about big-name stars or scandals about politicians and congressmen as their covers or headlines. Most stars and congressmen are also happy to let their assistants spread some unimportant news. Everyone wants traffic, which is a win-win situation.

The annual award ceremony of the Neon Mystery Writers Association is basically held before the Golden Week, so it will receive some attention, but only literary magazines will report on it, which can be regarded as a way to promote the book. Don't even think about getting a position in the most widely circulated comprehensive and entertainment weekly magazines.

Maybe you like reading that mystery novel, and you will be happy to hear that it won an award, and you will be surprised that your taste is really good, but you want people to pay attention to those middle-aged and elderly authors? What a joke, who has the time for that!

But this year is different. The winner of the 68th Neon Mystery Writers Association Award is named Hojo Kyosuke.

Tokyo Sports, formerly known as Kokumin Ilbo, was once discontinued, then replaced by another company and renamed, and quickly developed into one of the top 100 newspapers in the world. However, although it is called sports news, most of it has nothing to do with sports. It goes without saying that if it really reported sports news honestly, no one would buy it.
The Tokyo Sports News has become a newspaper giant with a sales volume of 240 million by using unconventional means. Apart from a small amount of news such as horse racing that is used to prove its identity as a sports newspaper, the rest are all kinds of unofficial history, gossip and celebrity news. They publish whatever is attractive.

“Nothing is reported accurately except the date”

This is how the loyal readers of the Tokyo Sports newspaper affectionately describe the newspaper. It is not known whether the angry horse bettors mistakenly believed the analysis of horse racing above, or whether the various sensational news in the newspaper were easily confirmed to be fabricated gossip news in the end.

The final review is going on at the newspaper's headquarters. Although it is already a purely entertainment newspaper, there are still a lot of reviewers. Each of them is responsible for a specific section, making sure that no real news is published in their own newspaper.

Auditor Kurokawa Yosuke took off his glasses and pinched his nose to cheer himself up. Next to him was Kobayashi, who had just joined the company. He was a very hardworking kid and had already drunk his fourth bottle of energy drink tonight. Even so, the young man was still groggy and drowsy like a zombie. As for himself, he didn't drink. As an old man who joined the company in 1972, he was already used to the early morning in Tokyo.

Even for someone like him who has completely abandoned the professional ethics of being a "journalist", when he saw the headline on the front page of today's newspaper... oh, should I say tomorrow's newspaper, when he saw it, he still couldn't help but pick up the phone and dial the internal line.

"Hello, it's me, Kurokawa. Today's headline, um... um, is this so? Did the editor-in-chief personally confirm it? Hi! Hi... I see. Um, I just need to confirm that there are no typos, right? Got it... Thank you for your hard work..."

After hanging up the phone, Kurokawa Yosuke stared at the title in a daze again.

"Arnold... Mr. Kurokawa, is there a problem? Time is running out."

Xiaolin, who was dozing off next to him, seemed to be awakened by the sound of the phone call. He bent over and spoke carefully while sitting on the chair. The moment he saw the senior turning around, he bowed and shouted:
"Private Marseille, I accidentally fell asleep."

The oxen and horses that should have been exploited were actually dozing off, leaving the senior to work alone. He deserved to die.

Kurokawa Yosuke didn't mind. He was bullied by his seniors when he was young, so he could understand the difficulties of young people. Besides, he had been sleeping since the afternoon and just woke up. He was able to get such a good sleep thanks to Kobayashi.

"No problem, just give the report a final confirmation and you can submit it."

He explained:

"only……"

He was a little hesitant. With his rich experience, he knew that even if his own newspaper had actually become an entertainment newspaper, if the words were too outrageous and caused a huge impact, he didn't know whether the president and editor-in-chief would come out to apologize. However, as the most easily replaceable consumables, they, the grassroots employees, would be pushed out to calm the anger of the readers.

Well, Japanese people read newspapers loyally, and they also demand newspapers to be loyal to them. If you really make readers angry, then those customers will really call and curse. "Go to hell" is already quite mild. The employees in the customer service department are the fastest to update in the entire company.

All departments are accustomed to sending employees who make mistakes to the customer service department, under the pretext of training, but in fact they are just going to get scolded.

Telephone operators will not keep silent when being scolded, and will naturally scold the person who caused them to be scolded.

There are also many people who send threatening letters, in short, they are "horror readers".

“This report…”

Xiao Lin came over to take a look. In fact, he had already reviewed all the parts they were responsible for, and his senior helped him to confirm the insurance.

"Excuse me, is there a problem?" he asked puzzled.

"Ok?"

Kurokawa Yosuke widened his eyes, even though they were still very small.

"You think there's nothing wrong with this report?" he asked in disbelief.

Xiaolin picked up the rough newspaper and read the headline with a frown:
“Should I tell my mother that I won the Nobel Prize at the age of sixteen?”

After reading it, he looked at the senior in confusion and said:

"That's no problem. Isn't this in line with the style of our newspaper?"

He joined the company because he had been reading Tokyo Sports since he was a child and was attracted by its absurd reporting style. Although he was exhausted every day and was struggling on the edge of sudden death every day, this kind of work of "eliminating correct news" was really interesting and fun.

Just like this article, it has real content, but it is reported from a false perspective. It is really interesting.

"Kobayashi-kun..."

Kurokawa Yosuke said in a deep voice:
“Do you know what the Nobel Prize is?”

"Yes, Kawabata Yasunari has won it."

"Then do you know what it means for a sixteen-year-old to win a Nobel Prize? Do you think that's possible?"

"I know, it should be impossible, but aren't all our reports false?" Kobayashi was even more puzzled.

"But making up stories is not just making things up! Too outrageous news will not only fail to entertain readers, but will make them feel fooled and angry. Our task is to make readers smile knowingly and think, "Oh, how cunning! How can you make up stories like this?" This is a line that will kill you if you cross it!"

Kurokawa Yosuke said seriously that their unofficial history gossip and celebrity entertainment news were all hearsay, exaggerated and abstract, in short, they could all be justified. But a Nobel Prize in Literature at the age of sixteen... I really need to tell my mother and ask my family to take me to see a doctor.

"When readers see the Nobel Prize in Literature at the age of 16, they will think, do you think I am a bastard? How dare you, a bunch of bastards, tease me like this! Our newspaper's phone will be blown away, and countless people will curse us to death."

He emphasized his tone:

"Xiao Lin, you don't want your parents to see your confession in the newspaper, do you?"

"..."

Young Kobayashi turned pale with fright at his senior's words, but luckily he had turned into a zombie because he had not slept more than three hours a day for a month, so it was not noticeable.

Seeing that his junior finally realized the seriousness of the matter, Kurokawa Yosuke's face relaxed and said:

"Go call the editor-in-chief to confirm."

This is a way of passing the buck. He didn't dare to call the editor-in-chief, but if Xiaolin called, the younger generation would have to bear the brunt of the problem. There was no other way. Xiaolin was still young and had no wife, but he had a wife and children to support.

Kobayashi picked up the phone subconsciously, but hesitated the next second.

"But... Kurokawa-senpai, this report is actually not too exaggerated."

He spread the newspaper on the table between them and pointed at the report and said:
"It has only been a short while since Hojo Kyousuke's sixteenth birthday, and he has already won the highest award in our country's mystery literature. Even I, who don't know much about the literary world, think he has a real chance of winning the Nobel Prize in Literature."

Finally, Xiaolin added:

And Mr. Hojo really told his mother, and took his mother to the hotel where the award ceremony was held for a big meal. Although we did not receive the specific photos, the online media reported it during the day. With such a genius, I even think we can use this title again this year, but then it should be..."

"Stop, stop, stop, Xiaolin, do you know what you are saying?"

Kurokawa Yosuke said coldly:
"Indeed, if you win the Neon Mystery Writers Association Award at the age of sixteen, you must have extraordinary talent, and it is not impossible for you to win the Nobel Prize in the future. However, just winning the Mystery Association Award is enough to make people angry. Do you know how old the previous winners were? None of them were under thirty!"

"..."

Xiao Lin's face suddenly showed a hint of color, and he exclaimed in sudden realization.

"I see, I see. So it turns out that you, Kurokawa-senpai, don't know Hojo-sensei."

The young man finally let go of his worries. He took out his cell phone, searched for the words "Hojo Kyosuke", and moved the screen in front of his senior.

A waterfall of information appeared in front of Kurokawa Yosuke, and without exception, the name Hojo Kyosuke was included, and the word sixteen years old was also mentioned repeatedly.

After a while, Kurokawa Yosuke let out a sigh of relief.

"I just took a nap, how come it seemed like a century had passed? How did this country become so unfamiliar?"

"Not just us, probably all newspapers will report on Hojo-sensei tomorrow. The only difference is the location and length of the report."

Xiao Lin smiled and said that for this kind of hot news, they had to copy a copy even if it was from other newspapers, otherwise they would lose their customers.

Ten minutes later, Kurokawa Yosuke picked up the phone and informed him that the review had been completed and there were no problems.

"Neon is going to explode tomorrow."

He sighed, and then began to recall, when was the last time the national media was in a sensation because of one person? (End of this chapter)