man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 215 [214] Toast?
"Hello, Sakurai-san!"

Just as Shiina Iori was sweating profusely from the bed and supported Chiho down, a business card was handed over to her.

The middle-aged performer was wearing a peaked cap backwards, with a warm smile and a very polite tone: "My name is Yongyuan Koichi, and I'm a performer from ELinge Production Club."

"According to your manager lady, are you still a student now?"

Shiina Iori turned to look at him with some doubts, and took the business card in his hand:
"Yes."

From the time the photo was first taken, the performer asked him to use several different emotions and expressions to perform the script like finding faults.

Originally, Iori thought that Yongyuan's performance was because he was not pleasing to his eyes.

But looking at his attitude now, it doesn't seem to be the case.

"Excuse me, what can you do for me?"

Aiba Chiho, who was lifted up by Iori, also turned to look at him in confusion because her legs were a little weak.

"I'm just a little surprised." Yong Yuanhao smiled modestly, and fanned himself with the peaked cap, "To be honest, when we came, we still thought about whether we should ask a voice actor to do the post-dubbing, and the actions in the script should be done as much as possible. simplify."

"But I didn't expect Shiina-kun's performance to be so amazing."

"Seeing your contagious expression and posture in the first scene, my jaw almost dropped."

"Have you studied professional acting knowledge in any training institute? How many years have you studied?"

What Yong Yuanhao said was exaggerated.

However, sayings like this in the second class seem to have already become a national behavior of the Japanese, and Shiina Iori didn't take it very seriously.

'Sure enough, Iori is so strong. '

Aiba Chiho turned her head in confusion, looking at Iori.

Shiina Iori was flattered: "You are really flattering. As for acting, it should be practiced in normal work and daily life, and has not been to a training institute."

"Sure enough, Shiina-kun is a talented person."

When Yong Yuanhao heard the words, he couldn't help sighing: "Do you plan to enter the entertainment industry in the future? Maybe I can help."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have no idea to develop in the show business for the time being."

"I'm really sorry."

"Haha, I just learned a little bit about it from your manager. With Sakurai Junto University's background, I don't think it will develop in this direction."

There was some emotion in his voice: "I was the one who was abrupt."

Different from the environment of the domestic entertainment industry in the previous life, the Japanese entertainment industry is like the overall social environment in Japan. It is a highly divided circle based on seniority and industry.

Traditional classics > actors and singers > pop idols.

Although there is no comparison in the amount of money earned, just like doctors and taxi drivers earn a lot, but the social status of doctors is higher than that of drivers.

Many old-timers engaged in traditional classical performing arts may make less money than some young pop idols due to the number of performances and different projects.

But if they were standing on the same platform, even if these old seniors pointed at the younger generation and scolded them, the other party could only smile and apologize.

clear status.

If Shiina Iori is engaged in the performing arts industry, it is likely to start with these juniors.

But being a doctor is different.

Japan's medical industry is a well-known profiteering profession, and its social status is also frighteningly high.

This was also one of the reasons why Yongyuan Koichi didn't have much hope.

So, the two exchanged a few more polite words and exchanged business cards. Yong Yuanhao put on the peaked cap used to fan the wind to cover the baldness that middle-aged people often have, and followed the team to adjust the shooting clips just now.

Shiina Iori rubbed her stomach.

Just now, he has been maintaining the posture of a hero and a heroine, and the muscles in his core are burning like fire. Now he has been standing up, as if he is stretching the springs that are stuck together.

There was a creaking sound in the spine.

【Amazing! 】

Just as he was about to stretch, the screen of his phone was thrown in front of him.

As soon as she lowered her head, she saw Chiho Aiba's admiring expression that seemed like little stars were about to pop out of her eyes.

[That Yongyuan Sangdu praised Yizhi's acting skills! 】

Shiina Iori was a little puzzled when she heard the words: "Is that Yongyuan-san a famous big shot?"

Aiba Chiho thought for a while, then shook her head.

[It seems that I have never heard of it. 】

Shiina Iori asked strangely: "Then why do you seem very happy?"

Aiba Chiho's eyes widened when she heard the words, it seemed that it was the first time she noticed that Iori was so confused, typing with her little hands.

【Because he said you are good at acting! 】

【Doesn't that mean he has a good eye? 】

【When I was on the bed just now, I thought Iori would really bite my neck. You scared me. 】

【Obviously agreed to be gentle. 】

As if recalling the scene just now, Aiba Chiho tightened her legs tremblingly.

A little goosebumps all over my body.

Sure enough, let's forget about being a coquettish boyfriend or something.

Shiina Iori turned her head when she heard the words, looked at Chiho's cute, complaining face, and smiled unconsciously.

"is it?"

"Hmm."

Aiba Chiho nodded.

Then, Yizhi suddenly stretched her neck and leaned towards Qiansui's neck, making a gesture to bite: "Woo!"

"Ugh-!!!"

Chiho-chan was a little frightened, almost fell backwards to the ground, and was caught by Iori.

But even in his arms, she kept supporting his chest with her little hands.

"Shiina-kun, Chiho!"

Aiba Chiho's female manager surnamed Oshima waved to them from a distance: "Go to lunch! There is another game in the afternoon. What are you doing?"

Shiina Iori pushed her gold-rimmed glasses, and sat up straight with a gentlemanly appearance.

"Nothing."

Aiba Chiho glanced at him with dissatisfied eyes.

He caresses the clothes in his hands.

The little face couldn't help but a little red.

bad guy!

"Everyone work harder!"

Just as they were preparing to eat, Yong Yuanhaoyi held a small speaker on the shooting team and began to boost morale: "If we finish all the shooting today, we will have barbecue tonight!"

"I am treating you with Imamura-san!"

"Oh--!!"

Hearing this, many people were very good at reading the air and shouted.

As for this group of people who shouted loudly, how many people were really encouraged?

That is a matter of opinion.

Work is always tough.

"cheers!!"

The beer glasses collided with each other, and the liquid and foam shook.

In the narrow large private room, people who had been busy all day finally got some free time.

One by one, the men seem to have finally torn off their daytime disguises and put on masks that belonged exclusively to the wine table, chatting and laughing loudly and boldly.

Even the middle-aged female sound supervisor who kept a serious expression on the set was sipping sake by the main seat.

For the Japanese who have to suppress their nature on weekdays, the drinking table after get off work is really a wonderful place to temporarily release a small part of their nature.

It looks like a car parked in front of a middle-aged married man's house.

Shiina Iori poured herself a glass of orange juice.

In the end, she saw Aiba Chiho, who was petite beside her, holding a large draft beer mug that the men used to drink.

"?.?"

Shiina Iori looked at her puzzled.

Aiba Chiho seemed to sense the doubt in Iori's eyes, and raised her phone.

【Cheers? 】

　The first!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)