Manual das Namoradas de Tóquio
Sem rodeios, vou direto ao conteúdo: é apenas um romance cotidiano simples, não precisa ter lido a obra original para entender. Em "A Voz do Silêncio", enfrentei Ishida Shouya três vezes, ensinei Nishimiya Shouko a falar e, na formatura, Ueno Naoka levou o segundo botão do meu uniforme. Em "Quero Comer Seu Pâncreas", Sakura me disse: "A partir de hoje, você vai se exercitar todos os dias e comer alimentos que protegem o pâncreas. Se aparecer algum assassino, eu resolvo!" Em "Your Name", troquei de corpo com Mitsuha, nos aprofundamos na vida um do outro e, no final, nos encontramos em Tóquio. Em "Saekano: Como Criar uma Namorada Boring", Megumi Kato reclama: "Parem de ficar ao meu redor! Por que só por causa de um filme já tenho tanta presença assim?" Sawamura Spencer Eriri diz: "Aki Tomoya, pode ir embora? Desta vez eu não vou perder de jeito nenhum!" Kasumigaoka Utaha comenta: "Aquele que fez todos os estudantes do ensino médio de Tóquio virem ver minha obra, com certeza me entende muito bem." Em "Oregairu", Yukinoshita pede: "Você pode, por favor, parar de me seguir o dia inteiro? O que afinal a Sakura pediu para você fazer? E Hayama-senpai, eu realmente não consigo fazer isso!"
Manual das Namoradas de Tóquio
In the last row by the window—the classic protagonist’s seat—Kyosuke Hojo propped his chin on his right hand, gazing out the window in utter boredom.
Sunlight streamed in, and a breeze carrying a hint of warmth drifted through, ruffling Kyosuke’s hair ever so slightly.
He lifted his right hand, revealing his face: fresh, tousled black hair, dark eyes, and though still a touch boyish, the sharp lines of his face were already taking shape—a handsome, spirited countenance. Yet now, he looked listless, drowsy, as if nothing could stir his interest.
He yawned—a long, languid yawn—then switched to resting his head on his other hand, turning his gaze toward the classroom.
Children were always noisy; on such a beautiful day, he couldn’t even get a good nap.
Kyosuke, a sixth grader and a transmigrator, grumbled inwardly.
Yes, he was living in Japan, already twelve years into his second life. His original name didn’t matter; now he was Kyosuke Hojo. He lived in Mizutome City with both parents, had no younger sister, and possessed a completely useless system. That was about it.
Well, better introduce the system, since he’d have to rely on it for a living from here on out.
It was a nameless, third-rate system offering only two functions.
The first: it automatically identified any “celebrity” nearby—referring specifically to girls from anime of his previous world, classified as “main characters” or “supporting characters.”
The second: whenever the host, in this case Kyosuke, changed a celebrity’s fate or fulfilled her wish,
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