man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 448 [447] Mr. Sakurai's Private Live Room

Kaoru Hisaishi discovers a secret.

Her classmate from the transfer school seemed a bit strange.

The soft waxy girl with a round face stood at the corner of the school corridor with a somewhat uneasy expression, listening to the melodious class bell on the radio, and then looked at Nagisa Miyahara, who was holding her mobile phone and kept scrolling up the chat history, Quietly reminded:

"That, Miyahara-san."

"It's almost time for class now, isn't it?"

"Let's go back to class quickly."

Hisaishi Kaoru's voice was weak and a little helpless.

As the most popular sociable person in the class, Hisaishi Kaoru was originally out of casual kindness, so he went to chat with Miyahara, who had no intention of talking to others.

Although it is quite surprising to find out that the other party is also a fan of Mr. Sakurai, but
The girl cautiously looked at Miyahara, who was domineering beside her, who was staring at a series of fan chat records non-stop at this time, feeling a little thumping in her heart.

This level of fanaticism is a bit too much!

Miyahara-san is the legendary super fanatic?
"whispering sound!"

A sudden dissatisfied click of the tongue immediately made Hisaishi's buttocks tighten subconsciously, but when he turned his head, he was slightly relieved when he saw that Miyahara was still staring at the phone screen intently.

However, before she could relax for a few seconds, Nagisa Miyahara muttered viciously: "What kind of guys are in this group? What do you call 'I really want to be Mr. Sakurai's dog', 'I really want to be Mr. Mister pressed on the sofa and hugged it until drooling'?"

"It's not just shameless, it's just... shameless!"

"Also, who photoshopped this picture, and how did this shirt come off?"

"How could it be so thin under the clothes, wouldn't my ribs have been broken by a punch!"

"What does Sakurai Jinlun mean?"

"I don't understand it at all."

"Like a fool!"

Mingming was complaining, angry as if he would drop his phone in the next second, but the movements under his hands refreshed the chat records without slowing down.

It's a totally immersive experience, right?
Hisaishi Kaoru saw this scene next to him, and secretly complained in his heart.

However, because the mobile phone was in the hands of the other party, Kaoru Hisaishi couldn't leave immediately.

However, the discipline management of Qijia Academy is very strict, and many normal points will be deducted for skipping classes for no reason. As a standard obedient student, Hisaishi is naturally unwilling to take such a big risk.

So, she hesitated for a moment, and forced her courage to go to Nagisa-chan.

At first, I reached out to pat her, but I was a little scared, so I pushed her instead.

The speed of the little hand is getting slower and slower.

Finally, the girl stretched out her fingers tremblingly, and lightly poked Miyahara Nagisa's waist.

"Yeah~"

Suddenly, a cute voice came from my ear.

Hisaishi Kaoru couldn't help being taken aback.

Looking up again, I saw Nagisa Miyahara raised his head in stress, covering his waist and eyes with his face flushed, and shrank into the corner of the wall, looking at her with a frightened expression.

"That, that!"

"Miyahara-san, it's time for class! Our school does, does have normal time points."

"That's right, I'm going back right now."

As if she felt that the voice she just made involuntarily was a little embarrassing, the landlady's expression froze on that delicate face for a few seconds, then she stood up straight calmly as if nothing had happened, and nodded slightly.

"By the way, Hisaishi-san, you pull me into the group first."

"Wait for me when get out of class is over."

"Eh?!"

Hisaishi Kaoru's expression froze immediately.

[Mr. Sakurai's private studio] is a large-scale gathering place for fans with no entry restrictions less than half a month after the up master Sakurai Rito signed a contract with Station N.

Because of Mr. Sakurai's style of broadcasting, most of the members gathered in the group are young girls who are still in school or have not left the ivory tower for a long time.

Of course, maybe it starts with good looks and being loyal to the figure. Of course, the fan list will inevitably include [Golden Branches and Jade Leaves], [Flowers and Moon], [ShonanのHanako Mrs.] and the like, suspicious elements with simple and plain names and flashing avatar pictures.

But after all, he is a public figure, and it is completely understandable to encounter such a special situation.

Just because the age distribution structure of the fan group is here, the chat style in the group is naturally jumpy and changeable. The general topic is centered on Mr. Sakurai's live broadcast time, the radius of the appearance and figure, and the status of the big and small wives of the group members. The distribution is focused on 360-degree crit.

As the so-called three women play in one drama, when a group of hundreds of girls gather around a certain handsome man and start to turn green, the violence of the topic in that group is absolutely enough to drive a rocket. Can't catch up.

If a woman becomes lustful, there is usually nothing wrong with a man.

However, when the group is talking about the guy they like, it can be a bit off-putting.

No!often!unhappy.

However, in view of Mr. Sakurai's theme of small H theaters distributed in the group, Ms. Miyahara reluctantly endured it, and prepared to break into this twisted group and study it carefully.

'Tch, I haven't even seen that guy in person, so I just call him my husband. '

'It's so stupid. '

Miyahara Nagisa sat back at the desk, not even in the mood to listen to the afternoon class, leaning his elbow on the desk and muttering to himself.

Just thinking about it in my heart, the phone on the desk vibrated silently.

Glancing secretly under the table, it was a reminder to join the group.

The group leader is a puppy-like group friend nicknamed [Quiet], and the gender is marked as female. All other information is kept confidential and cannot be seen at all.

Just looking at the profile picture, it seems to be a kind of cute girl image.

'Isn't it the uncle who picks his feet on the other side of the screen? '

The landlady thought so maliciously in her heart, but she didn't take the initiative to say hello in the group, she just put down her phone again, patted her face, cheered up and started to attend the class.

Although the knowledge points here have been reviewed by Iori, she didn't come to school to relax!

When he finally glanced at the group chat screen, his eyes stayed on the small H theater in the group for a few seconds.

'When I am admitted to Dongda University, I must practice everything you said! '

'I'm mad at you! '

Zhu-chan thought carefully, and opened the notebook amidst the teacher's lecture.

There's a newcomer again.

Hearing the buzzing sound when the vibrator sounded, Aiba Chiho picked up the phone from the table, her eyes lit up slightly.

Then I looked down at the small theater of "Mr. Sakurai Don't Want" completed by the group of friends. There was a mischievous smile on Qingli's face, and her lips curled up.

I don't know if it's because most of the seemingly quiet girls are sullen in their hearts, or if it's just him, but Chiho Aiba looks at the small theater that has been continued to Chapter 5 with great interest.

However, when I opened the address book after watching the small theater, I couldn't help showing a somewhat lonely expression.

The fan group was originally created to help Iori-kun expand the fan group, but it didn't help at all.

On the contrary, I have received a lot of favors from Iori-kun, and even the small fan base of only a dozen 'veterans' has unknowingly turned into six or seven hundred people.

At this time, as the group leader, she is completely unable to say something like 'Actually, I am Aiba-kun who is in charge of writing the lyrics~'.

In other words, even if you say such things, there is a high probability that you will just be chased and asked about Iori-kun's contact information?

will cause him trouble
Aiba Chiho sat slumped on the small single sofa, her body leaned back as if out of strength, and for a moment, she felt that her head, which was full of new song modification plans just now, suddenly became blank.

Since the last time I signed a contract with Mr. Ogasawara, there has been no letter from the other side. The only news that can be regarded as a connection is the "dividend" funds that were transferred into my account last month.

The other party rarely even logs in to Line, and they don't know how the promotion is doing.

The only thing that made her feel a little bit at ease was when she could still see "Lost Warmth" in the top ten of the list when she clicked on the charts of various music websites.

That means that her and Yizhi's 'child' has not died yet.

'I hope... I can stay on it for a longer time. '

Although some insignificant thoughts still remained in her heart, Chiho Aiba, who still didn't know who she had offended and how she offended him, always felt a sense of suspense in her heart.

Therefore, I can only do my best to write a better and more catchy new song.

The mouthless girl lay on the single sofa, her fingertips stayed on the phone screen for a long time, and unconsciously pressed the keyboard.

【Work hard】

The dry lips, which were pale due to fatigue, were pursed, soaked in the moisture of the tip of the tongue.

When he sat up again, his spirit seemed to have been injected with some kind of power, and he became full again.

However, as soon as she sat up, the phone in her palm vibrated again.

Chiho Aiba turned on the screen, her gaze first casually scanned the chat box, then immediately froze, and once again froze on the phone screen.

[Mr. Aomori-Ogasawara]: Miss Aiba, do you have time now?

[Mr. Aomori-Ogasawara]: I would like to invite you out for a talk.

[Mr. Aomori-Ogasawara]: About liquidated damages.

The slender and tender fingers were twisted into a ball on the thigh, the fingertips were pressed too hard, and even the pink nails were turned into snow white, the ten fingers that were clasped restlessly opened and closed, and even the originally flat skirt corners were affected by this small Small movements pucker up.

As if noticing the girl's uneasy movements, another slightly larger hand held the back of Aiba Chiho's.

Ai Takitani and Chiho Aiba were sitting together on the waiting sofa of the Aomori Ryukawa Artists Office, with a tense expression looking at the girl beside her with her head down and her eyes drooping.

It was less than 10 minutes after getting off work, and Ai Takiya, who was about to go home on the subway and drink some wine, received a message from Chiho.

[Love sister. 】

[Mr. Ogasawara seems to be planning to breach the contract? 】

【[Little white bear wry smile.jpg]】

The moment she looked at the little white bear with a sad and difficult smile on the screen, Takiya Ai seemed to pass through the screen and saw the girl's also somewhat helpless bitter expression.

So, without saying a word, I took a taxi all the way to the place during the evening rush hour.

But after coming, I don't know what to say.

Obviously, it took a lot of effort to finally find a company that was willing to sign a contract with Chiho. Why is it suddenly about to break the contract?
You must know that although the contracts proposed by these artist agencies have always been beneficial to themselves, there are still legal guarantees for the bottom line of their artists.

Judging from Chiho Aiba's monthly dividends of 30 to [-] yuan, the liquidated damages for this contract are at least tens of millions.

This is almost equivalent to the whole year's bonus + annual salary in the first few years of graduates from prestigious schools!
With the miserly temperament of the office
Thinking of the trouble behind this incident, Ai Takiya couldn't help but put her heart in her throat.

Not long after, the tall and thin Mr. Yasuhei Ogasawara he had seen before came all the way from the office area on the inner side.

Seeing Aiba Chiho in the waiting room, her gaze couldn't help becoming a little weird.

He just hesitated a few steps in place, but still strode forward, showing a somewhat helpless wry smile to Chiho Aiba who lowered her head:

"Miss Aiba, you've made me miserable this time."

When Takiya Ai heard this, she immediately lost her temper, but in the end she forcibly suppressed her temper, and said coldly: "The victim whose contract was unilaterally torn up by your company is our Chiho."

"Also, Mr. Ogasawara, you should know how much the liquidated damages are, right?"

".May I ask you are?"

"My name is Takiya Ai, and I'm Miss Aiba Chiho's manager."

Ogasawara Yasuhei nodded, and then he pulled out a chair in front of the two women and sat down, showing a sad smile: "Of course I know how much liquidated damages are."

"Because I signed your contract this time, my bonus for the whole year should be gone."

"However, it was originally because I just transferred from Aomori and signed you rashly before I investigated clearly. I don't complain about the money lost."

"It's just, Miss Aiba, you hide too deeply."

Speaking of this, Ogasawara Yasuhei turned his head to look at Aiba Chiho, with a bit of complaint in his tone.

However, when Chiho heard his words, she showed a puzzled expression, and her eyes were still a little red.

Takiya Ai frowned: "What do you mean?"

Noticing the reaction of the two of them, Ogasawara Yasuhei was taken aback, and after a while, he realized that the facts were not set up as he thought.

He thought for a second, and tentatively asked Chiho: "Miss Aiba, haven't you asked your father about the past in the artist circle?"

Aiba Chiho was suddenly a little dazed.

Ai Takitani reacted: "Because of some special circumstances, Ms. Aiba hasn't been home for four or five years."

"Excuse me, can you tell me clearly?"

"That's right."

When Ogasawara Yasuhei received this reply, he immediately had an idea in his mind, but he didn't mention the matter of notification, but first took out the corresponding contract termination contract from his briefcase:

"Let's talk about the termination of the contract first."

He's got it right now.

Since the colleagues in Tokyo didn't say anything, there must be a reason.

As an outsider, he had suffered a loss once because of his self-assertion, so how could he repeat the same mistake on the same mine.

Anyway, everyone is unwilling to mention this trouble, so he just follows the crowd.

"."

Seeing this, Chiho Aiba and Ai Takitani immediately understood what Mr. Ogasawara meant.

The two looked at each other at the same time, and there was a hint of disappointment in their eyes at the same time.

Failed again.

　Broken bowl~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)