Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Although speeding offenders in Japan consider 300 kilometers per hour as the entry-level speed limit and speed sages even start to challenge 400 kilometers per hour, the speed limit on the Tokyo Bay Coastline, which was the paradise of speed racers in the 1990s, is actually 80 kilometers per hour.

Yes, this straight highway along the coastline that seems to be able to go on forever, if you just step on the accelerator slightly, you will face a fine of at least 318,000 yen.

It is not that the automobile industry developed too rapidly and the road laws failed to keep up. On the contrary, when the Wangan Line was first opened, Japan's major automakers were frantically pursuing extreme speed.

Hojo Ichiro, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was now talking nonsense to the imperial envoy, telling him which intersections had electronic cameras and where the traffic police would manually measure speed. He was very clear and accurate, with almost no errors. Hojo Kyosuke was speechless, not knowing whether to praise his father for being a great lawyer with a good memory, or to say that the Neon Metropolitan Police Department had not changed at all in decades.

The imperial envoy was so excited listening to Hojo Ichiro's stories about racing in the past, but if he dared to speed over 80, he would be slapped in the face.

One is Hojo Ichiro: You idiot, don’t you see my wife and daughter are in the car? Drive carefully!
One is Miyamizu Toshiki: You bastard, didn't you see my two daughters were in the car? I should ask my friends to check if your construction site is safe!
Yukinoshita Yukino ate the food from all sides in small bites. Eriri's junk food was not to be mentioned. I couldn't say anything other than she was happy. The others in Ruyi Dormitory also prepared a lot of food. After all, the happiest thing about road trips is the convenient food besides the in-car music.

There were so many girls at home, and although it would be embarrassing to cook a proper meal, it was still good to make some snacks to eat in the car. Even Yingliang made a salad, cold lettuce leaves and rosa red mixed with sweet and sour salad dressing, which was perfect to eat in the car, and it would make people who were carsick feel much better.

What Kasumigaoka Utaha prepared was a large box of high-quality fruits, which was convenient and popular.

Yukinoshita Yukino was feeding from all directions, her mouth was full of food, and her cheeks were puffed up like pine trees. But she also had to pay some attention to take care of her sister to prevent this alcoholic from getting drunk before reaching her destination.

Yukino had no idea that Haruno never got drunk.

Mrs. Hojo and Mrs. Nishimiya also took a can of beer shared by Yang No. Seeing that the two elders had started drinking, Yukino then opened a can of beer with reserve.

Poof~
The cool air from the can mixed with the malt aroma of beer rose up. Xueye slowly put her lips to the beer, tilted her chin slightly, and the cold beer slid down her throat. Her slender neck moved up and down, and a barely audible moan came from her throat.

"Ah~ It's delicious."

She squinted her eyes and whispered with great enjoyment.

"Don't worry about us old people. If you like Bai Xiangli, drink more. Yang No has filled the refrigerator."

Hojo Mikiko said with a smile that she thought the way Yukino was enjoying his beer was cute.

The first sip of beer an adult takes after a hard day's work will release the worries of the entire day, but if that sip is not cold, the worries will be doubled.

And there might be only one person in the world like Yukino, who truly likes and enjoys beer and can drink it so cutely and beautifully.

"Just like Haruno, she's a total drunkard, not classy at all!"

The mother turned around and teased Yang Noi, who cooperated by pretending to be drunk and started acting like a spoiled child.

As a medical worker, Yaeko Nishimiya basically doesn't drink. Even when she was betrayed by her husband and had to shoulder the most difficult years of the family, she never used alcohol to numb herself. But now...

Ah~ What a beautiful day with a nice breeze and sunshine...

She was holding beer in both hands, and it was obvious that she was not a professional drunkard. She first looked to the right front, where her eldest daughter was talking to Miss Takimoto, and Kyosuke in front handed them a thermal box of snacks. She turned her head and looked behind, where her youngest daughter was huddled together with the little girl from the Miyamizu family, taking pictures of the other two girls with a camera.

Seriously, why weren't you wearing your seat belt?

She opened her mouth to remind them, but seeing that they had properly fastened their seat belts for the young prince, she chose to let the girls go. Although a speed of 80 kilometers would make a high-performance car feel so depressed that it would want to commit suicide, there was really no need to worry about safety. Even a head-on collision would not cause a major disaster.

Glass, Yuzuru...

The corners of Yaeko Nishimiya's mouth curled up slightly, and her eyes narrowed with a smile.

At this time, she looks very similar to her eldest daughter, because they are mother and daughter.

When I get old, I will become like my mother, with no eyes visible when I smile.

But, I'm sorry, Yuzuru.

Mom, I couldn't give you a gentle childhood like grandma did.

Yaeko Nishimiya turned her head and looked out the window. Over there was the endless sea. The azure blue water was very calm, and looking far away it felt like sailing in the middle of the sea.

Peaceful...

As the country most influenced by America, Japan has a car culture that is different from that of Asian countries and is extremely developed. In the 21st century, the Wangan Line is no longer a popular place for drag racing, but the traffic has not decreased at all.

Japanese cars are used to driving slowly, and many of them can be seen at a glance as being on family trips, because a little head would pop out of the open car window from time to time. The child's slightly long hair was blown by the wind and stuck to his face, and his eyes were full of smiles.

Although he will become a social animal in a few years, working hard to earn money to travel with his girlfriend, and will never enjoy the sea breeze on the highway with his parents, at least he is still happily enjoying his parents' love and looking forward to the next vacation.

The best thing about self-driving tours is that you can stop at any time. The bus is full of delicate girls, and even if the seats are spacious, it is not comfortable to sit in the bus for a long time. More than half an hour after leaving Tokyo, the Ruyi Liao travel bus drove onto a sea bridge - Tsurumi Tsubasa Bridge.

At the end of the bridge is an isolated island, which is the destination for a short break, the Daihei PA parking area.

“Oh, there are so many cars.”

Ying Lili exclaimed subconsciously as she looked at the endless parking lots outside the window.

Daikoku PA is a very competent parking area because there are a lot of parking lots here, but apart from the parking lots there are only a lot of warehouses and logistics companies.

Although it is an island with only three bridges for entry and exit, there is an extremely gorgeous circular viaduct in the center of Daikoku PA. As for the scenery, in addition to the sea view, the only thing worth mentioning is the viaduct with lights on at night.

But why would the imperial envoy park his car in such a dull parking area? Because this is arguably the most prosperous place for JDM culture near Tokyo.

The envoy casually answered his girlfriend's question about why they came here, while driving to the circular elevated area in the center of the island. It was a rare opportunity for him to drive out for fun, so how could he not go and see those famous cars?
There are many empty seats under the circular viaduct on weekdays, but it is difficult to get a seat on holidays like this.

The imperial envoy was dumbfounded when he drove into the parking area. Looking around, he saw no less than dozens of classic car models, but there was not a single empty space.

Sayaka, who had long been dissatisfied, immediately gave a considerate suggestion:

"Let's get off the car first and let the envoy find an empty parking space. If he can't find one, let him drive around in circles and call him over when the break is over."

If someone else was driving, Sayaka would never have made such a suggestion, but it would be fine if the driver was her boyfriend.

Sayaka spoke frankly, and the others were moved, but they were all respectable people, and they all spoke hypocritically about how bad this was.

The Imperial Envoy looked miserable and was about to accept his fate, but he comforted himself by thinking that this was just a sightseeing trip, since this was the holy land of JDM after all.

Most people might worry about scratches when driving a bus, but an experienced driver like him who drives a construction vehicle on a construction site has no worries at all. He thinks big and small vehicles are all the same. When he was in elementary school, he often helped the workers in Gifu Prefecture with his family to drive, so his driving skills are very good.

When even the most respectable Lord Yukinoshita Yukino was planning to give the Imperial Envoy a hard time, Hojo Kyosuke suddenly spoke.

"Well, I have a friend who happens to be on the island. He will give me his parking space. Just go over there."

After saying this, he picked up the phone and showed the address on it to the imperial envoy.

"But ours is not a small car, is it okay?" the veteran driver asked worriedly.

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and said, "It's okay, I have more than one friend."

When the bus arrived, Mitsuha Miyamizu was the first to see two figures waving their hands below.

The girl turned her head, raised her eyebrows and looked at Hojo Kyosuke, and said in an inexplicable tone:

"Does Onizuka know how to clone himself? What about Tokyo branch tomb, Kanagawa branch tomb, etc.? Why is this guy here?"

Yes, the two people below who jumped up and waved with silly smiles on their faces were none other than Eikichi Onizuka and Ryuji Danma.

The two men quickly moved the car aside to let the imperial envoy in. After Hojo Kyosuke got out of the car, he stuffed a big watermelon into each of their arms as a thank you gift.

"Oh! Super premium watermelon!"

Eikichi Onizuka's eyes widened bigger than bells and he shouted exaggeratedly.

Danma Ryuji next to him was not much better, and they all looked very hopeless. However, the people around them did not laugh at them, but instead showed envy.

These two NPCs are relatively familiar to the people of the Hojo family. They drove everyone to the Sakura Festival and helped Eriri fight Aki Tomoya at the comic convention. They can be seen scalping in various occasions where queuing is required. It’s just that they are seen less often this year because they went to Kanagawa to attend university.

The kind-hearted Nitro was very knowledgeable and asked a little embarrassedly:

"Mr. Onitsuka, are you guys here scalping and selling parking spaces?"

She thought that if that was the case, she would give another watermelon to Eiji Onizuka and the others. Three would be enough of a thank you.

Hearing this, Hojo Ichiro's eyes widened suddenly. Are young people nowadays so shameless to make money? When he was young, he drove to Dahei PA and pretended to be full when he didn't have money. These two young people are actually making money by occupying parking spaces here?

Eikichi Onizuka was also very familiar with his eldest brother's family. He first bent down and grabbed his head to greet his eldest brother's parents, and then called out hello to Miss Yamauchi and Miss Nishimiya one by one... This was common sense for the members of the Runaway Angels. Although each one of them looked like the eldest sister-in-law, they couldn't call them all sister-in-law, so they could only not call any of them.

"No, we're here to have fun. It seems like there's an event going on in Yokohama tonight, so Maki brought us here to join in the fun. He borrowed this car from a friend."

He grabbed his head and kicked the wheel of the car next to him. Although both motorcyclists and car drivers are called bosozoku, the two groups don't really get along. This is normal. Bosozoku who drive luxury cars like Porsches don't hang out with people who drive civilian cars, let alone motorcyclists.

Hojo Mikiko really liked her son's polite friends. Upon hearing this, she smiled and praised everyone for being energetic, then took her daughters-in-law to the shopping area.

Hojo Kyosuke stayed to chat with Onitsuka and the others, and waited for Maki Kyosuke who went to the toilet. The imperial envoy followed the knowledgeable Hojo Ichiro to admire various classic luxury cars one by one. As for Miyamizu Toshiki...

When someone turned around, he saw the tough old father standing with his hands on his hips, stretching his waist and groaning.

“Ah~ It hurts, it hurts…”

Hojo Kyosuke was so scared that he quickly looked away. If Miyamizu Toshiki knew that he saw him in such a miserable state, who knows how he would be tortured. At the same time, he made up his mind to postpone the next stop at the rest area for another half an hour, so that the old man would wail in pain.

After stretching his old waist to his heart's content, Miyamizu Toshiki didn't even look at anyone, but trotted over to catch up with his daughters.

When Maki Kyosuke and a group of people arrived, after hearing the names of the members of Hojo Kyosuke's travel group, everyone looked at him with admiration.

Maki Kyosuke patted Hojo Kyosuke on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"Hojo, I'm an experienced person and I won't lie to you, even though you're an excellent young man. But just like those men racing on the Bay Coast Line, they may be able to break through 300 kilometers countless times, but if they make another mistake, their car and family will be destroyed. So..."

Someone interrupted directly:
"Brother Maki, it's been so long since the start of college, you must have found a girlfriend, right? I heard that there are a lot of social gatherings at the beginning of college. With how handsome and rich you are, you must have a girlfriend, right? You must have brought her out for a ride today, right? Where is she hiding?"

"Hahahaha-"

The group of runaway angels burst into laughter, and the ignorant Onizuka Eikichi said:

"Maki-sama's girlfriend eats gasoline, which makes a rumbling sound. You must have seen it, General! Danma and I brought our girlfriends with us. I'll ask them to come over and say hello to you later."

As he spoke, he also compared the differences between riding a bike and driving his girlfriend for a ride, saying that although a motorcycle allows close contact and is very comfortable, driving a car has many more tricks and is also very interesting.

Danma Ryuji next to them also sang the same tune. They were on the right track by going to college. A campus full of girls was much better than that hellhole in East City. Hojo Kyosuke heard that the two of them now looked down on Mr. F, who had once guided them in the magazine, and were planning to submit their own articles to teach people how to pick up girls.

After hearing these words, Maki Kyosuke's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he regretted lending his car to those two idiots. (End of this chapter)