man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 416 [415]
After dinner, after simply brushing the bowls and chopsticks and self-studying some follow-up homework, Shiina Iori regained the good work and rest habits that she almost lost, washed up early and went to bed to prepare for bed.

But it wasn't until I reflected on myself three times a day before going to bed that I remembered the two Aiba and Chiho I met in the afternoon.

I can still recall her lost look when she came out of the building.

I care a little bit.

After thinking about it, Shiina Iori turned over and turned on the phone to send a Line message.

[Iori: Chiho, why have there been no news these days? 】

[Iori: Could it be that you don't want me to play your song? [Little Bear Scared.jpg]]

After the message was sent, the unread status lasted for a while.

When the message became [read], several quick ding ding popped up on the other side.

[Chiho: No, no! 】

[Chiho: These days, I have been busy with song authorization and lyric signing. 】

[Chiho: There are already two finished songs, but no lyrics have been written yet! 】

【Chiho: I originally planned to send it to Iori-kun as soon as it was finished, but it has been delayed until now.】

【Chiho: If Iori doesn't mind, I'll send you the demo of the composed song right now. 】

【Chiho: [Little Rabbit Dogeza apologizes.jpg]】

A series of messages are hurriedly and flusteredly explaining that she has not forgotten the agreement with Yizhi, and even the words are all honorifics, which seems to be cautious, and the words are full of delays because of her own affairs. guilt.

The last expression was even more pitiful.

Shiina Iori looked at the other party's obviously excessive reaction, and couldn't help being a little funny.

[Iori: It's okay. 】

[Iori: I'm just a little worried because there's been no news from Chiho. 】

【Iori: Did Chiho sleep well recently? 】

The reason why I asked this question was naturally because when I went to Aiba Chiho's house last time, I heard from Ms. Ai Takiya that Chiho stayed up late to compose music to find inspiration.

Meanwhile, across the screen.

Sitting in front of the piano in the recording studio, Chiho Aiba, who had just got up from the keys, with red marks on the keys on her face, rubbed her somewhat confused eyes, and held the hand that had just woken her up from the sleep she didn't know when she started. mobile phone, thinking for a few seconds.

【Chiho: Of course. 】

Lied to Iori-kun, even through the screen of the mobile phone, Aiba Chiho's little face with traces of piano keys could not help but flush a little.

Glancing around, the floor was full of scraps that had been modified by her, but failed to achieve the desired effect in the end, and many of them were lumped together.

It was almost a week ago that I rented this recording studio.

Because the song authorization and contract signing failed repeatedly, most of the small and medium-sized music studios in Tokyo seemed to have made an appointment. After everyone heard her name, they just glanced at the score she brought, casually Listen to the demo, and then send her back with a wave of his hand.

In the next few days, you will receive a rejection receipt from the other party.

Even though she has noticed some bad signs, Aiba Chiho is not willing to give up.

This girl who has always been unable to speak with her lips pursed, always has a different kind of stubbornness when it comes to what she decides to accomplish.

Even if she found some clues, she firmly believed that it was because the music she composed was not good enough for the other party to buy.

So, she settled down for the next time and concentrated on polishing the few new pieces she composed.

And because the rent of the recording studio is very high, she always compresses her other time as much as possible these days, spending almost the whole day and night in it.

Revise, tune in, listen - and then on to the next loop.

This kind of work and rest is obviously not healthy.

It wasn't until yesterday afternoon that she mustered up the courage to take her revised works to a small music studio that she had never been to before.

At first, the studio manager's gaze was eager as he listened to the piece.

However, after hearing her name, the eagerness in those eyes gradually extinguished, turning into a pityful indifference and alienation.

Aiba Chiho couldn't speak, but because of this, she was always very sensitive to other people's eyes.

After noticing the change in the manager's eyes, she expected the ending.

Sure enough, just an hour ago, Chiho received a decline receipt from the opposite party.

Because she had already expected this ending, when she received the receipt, she unexpectedly didn't feel much sadness or depression in her heart, only a little numbness remained.

However, when she gradually fell into a deep sleep, she suddenly received a message from Yizhi.

This kind of sudden concern made the lady musician feel a little nervous.

The deer in his chest jumped up and down.

【Iori: That's it, then shall I go to your house to see you next time? 】

[Iori: Chiho likes seafood or beef and mutton? 】

[Iori: I happened to bring you something to eat as a reward, and let you try Shiina's craftsmanship. 】

This unreasonable sense of trust made Miss Chiho on the opposite side of the screen slightly stunned.

Looking at the seemingly warm news, he subconsciously pursed his lips.

After staying up for several nights, both eyes were red, and the whites of the eyes were faintly bloodshot.

[Chiho: Good! 】

【Chiho: But can you wait a little longer? 】

【Chiho: In a few days, I should be able to fill in the rest of the words. 】

[Chiho: I will be the first to show you when the time comes! 】

The message on the other side was silent for a while before continuing to reply.

【Iori: Waiting for Ms. Chiho's masterpiece~】

【Iori: [Little Bear Waiting.jpg]】

The honorific words that seemed to greet the daimyo with a small surname in the Warring States period made Aiba Chiho's lips curl up, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her eyes subconsciously felt a little dry.

Maybe it was staying up too late.

Thinking of this, Aiba Chiho subconsciously raised her temples, gathered her well-maintained waist-length hair, and tied it with the elastic on her wrist.

An inexplicable motivation surged in my heart again.

She put down her mobile phone and looked at the score on the keyboard, which had been sketched and revised several times, but only the bits and pieces of her time with Iori-kun and Miss Kasugano remained in her mind.

A certain strong emotion seemed to be provoked, triggered, and gradually germinated from the deepest part of my heart.

Driven by this emotion, Aiba Chiho finally wrote down a line of beautiful small characters on the header of the page.

"The Lost Warmth"

And the other side of the screen.

Shiina Iori, who was still sending messages with Chiho just now, arched her butt slightly inward, looked at Yui who suddenly squeezed in through the wall door with a puzzled look on her face, and didn't even lock the door.

"what happened?"

He lowered his voice, and while talking, he turned his eyes towards the corridor: "Why did you come here so early today?"

"Nagi-chan isn't asleep yet."

".fine."

Igarashi Yui skillfully stuffed her petite body into Iori's wide quilt, leaving only a pair of big watery eyes exposed, looking at Iori blinking.

The gaze is a little subtle.

It's hard to figure out what beautiful things she was thinking about.

But this abnormal behavior made Shiina Iori, a well-guarded scumbag, suddenly vigilant, quickly locked the door with light and fast steps, and then cautiously lowered his voice:
"Although the sound insulation of this apartment is not bad, Yui, you are screaming so loudly that you will definitely be heard."

"So when Nagisa is at home, it's absolutely impossible."

As soon as he heard him telling the truth, Yui's little face, which was mostly buried in the quilt, blushed, her exposed ears were all red, her body temperature was instantly terribly hot, and her heart was pounding.

But still trying to quibble in his mouth:
"You, why are you shouting that I am evidence! I am I am not!"

Shiina Iori's whole body trembled suddenly, and she keenly heard the sound of a room door opening outside, and she covered Yui's small mouth with a whoosh.

"Keep your voice down!"

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of the bathroom door closing, and whispered a lesson:

"What to do if you are heard."

Yui also reacted immediately, even though her face was still red, she lowered her voice as much as possible, emphasizing embarrassingly.

".I, I didn't!"

In the matter of "being captured by Nagisa-chan", Yui and Iori are also afraid of beating wolves with a stick.

Of course, Yizhi didn't need to say much about what he was afraid of. With the sudden addition of weight to the balance of cheating, the little fox's psychological balance, which he had managed to maintain now, was bound to be broken.

At that time, either lose a wife or lose a head.

From Yui's point of view, if this matter is discovered, there is a high probability that they will face two results-the first is naturally that the two of them are kicked out of the house by Nagisa-chan with a broom, and then live in a daytime public life. Silver's shameless life.

This is naturally beneficial and harmless to Yui.

But judging from the current situation of Nagisa sauce, the possibility is extremely small.

And the second result is very bad.

Probably, maybe, maybe, maybe, [-]% will become the legendary one - sleeping with the big quilt?
Even with this kind of psychological preparation, Yui still hopes that this situation will come later.

Iori can let her monopolize her for a while longer.

"Yes, yes, your voice is not loud."

".It didn't exist in the first place!"

Seeing that Yui seemed to be particularly concerned about this, Iori had no choice but to agree, and when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing again from the corridor, he let go of Yui a little, turned off the light and went to bed.

"Then go to bed first, I have to make a phone call."

"Well."

Noticing that Iori really had other things to do, Yui had no choice but to suppress her shame, gently buried her little head in the bed, and lay flat against Iori's body.

The faint scent of refreshing shampoo on Iori's body always gave her an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

However, also because of this smell, coupled with the embarrassing interruption just now, what Yui originally wanted to discuss with Iori was a little speechless for a while.

She was so suffocated that she sucked in the quilt on her own.

Shiina Iori, on the other hand, didn't notice the strange reaction of the person next to her pillow. She turned on her mobile phone and flipped through the backstage of Station N's up, and glanced at the gifts and various news received in today's live broadcast.

Today is his first live broadcast.

Unlike sending videos on online platforms before, this is the first time he has face-to-face contact with fans of his account through online platforms.

It seems that because of this, the points received in the system are not limited to [cooking], but there are [-] more miscellaneous skills, large and small.

It can be seen that as long as the audience can feel "heartbeat", even across the screen, he can gain many different skills.

Originally, Shiina Iori's idea was just to make money safely, repay the loan, and then live a mediocre life, so instead of paying much attention to other abilities brought by the system, she only saw the benefits of supplementing life span.

However, after the loan suddenly disappeared, his vision and ambition also expanded a lot.

Therefore, instead care about the benefits in other fields brought by the system.

Among them, the most newly added skills are [Magic: 9], [Flower Arrangement: 7], [Art: 6]

The rest are all lower than five points and can be released for the time being.

While flipping through the news records in the background, while looking at the system panel, Shiina Iori's fingertips suddenly paused.

His eyes fell on a fan nicknamed "It's not Mr. Fox Immortal".

[It's not Mr. Hu Immortal: Tch, the taste is just average. 】

Looking at the lonely barrage, Shiina Iori couldn't help showing an unstoppable smile.

This is the N station account newly registered by Shino to support him.

He even named it.

So Sinon also watched that live broadcast?

As he pondered in his heart, he gradually came to a judgment on Sinon's psychological status quo.

So, Mr. Scumbag thought about it carefully, and finally made up his mind.

Decided to take the risk.

After thinking about it for a while, Iori made a phone call when Shimokakami Izakaya was almost in its late business hours, and Sano Reika's sister should not be so busy:
"Hello? Sister Li Xiang."

"I'm Shiina."

"Yes, the thing is like this, Sinon and I had a fight a few days ago, I would like to ask you for a favor."

When he was on the phone, Yui lying beside him curled up obediently like a big pillow, quietly looked at him with those big eyes exposed outside the quilt, without saying a word.

Don't know what to think.

There were no disturbances in the following days, Shiina Iori still got up early for morning exercises, and then made breakfast for the family early.

But because of being kicked out, these days he specially made an extra meal every day, put it in a wooden box, and sent it to Sinon early in the morning.

And Shiina's pastry hut also seems to be due to the lack of the important factor of "Shiina's house". During this period of time, the door has not been opened, but there will be an extra lunch box on the steps in front of the gate every morning.

The behavior of the little fox-senpai is still the same.

Even if I eat clean every day, I also spare no effort to post a piece of "It's not delicious at all", "Don't send it over next time", "I throw away everything you made , did not touch at all" and other small notes.

Shiina Iori didn't care at all, and sent it over every day on her own.

Haven't touched it yet?
The bottom of the pot made of ceramics was almost leaked by a spoon!
At the same time, Shiina Iori's daily food live broadcast career is also slowly advancing, occasionally recording a long or short video during dinner time, barely maintaining the popularity.

Unexpectedly, it seems that because of his outstanding appearance, excellent craftsmanship, or the recommendation of some gourmet expert, his popularity has increased very quickly these days.

Until this day, an official message was received in the UP background:

"N Station Signing Notice"

　Broken bowl~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)