man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 465 [464] Are you seducing me?

"The Budokan is the Budokan, why are you hugging so tightly?"

"What's the matter!"

After quickly calming down, Shiina Iori finally realized the fact that he was being taken advantage of, reached out and knocked off the hands that Aiko Ichijoji was holding on his face, with a hint of disgust in his tone.

"I have a girlfriend, Ms. Kazujoji."

"I don't mind a married man. I mean hands~!"

Looking at the casual appearance of the hippie smiling face of Miss Ichijoji in front of her, Shiina Iori couldn't match the serious image of this woman in front of her with the serious image of the first time she saw in the concert hall under the school, who came to the school to participate in the seminar negotiation on behalf of the company .

There is an inexplicable sense of image disintegration.

Of course, this is not the first time this kind of feeling has arisen in his heart - to be precise, the last time Miss Ichijoji asked him the question "Can I lick it", the "perverted" The name has already been fixed in his heart.

"I don't know how Xing met you"

Ichijoji Aiko raised her eyebrows with displeasure when she heard the words: "This kind of statement is too rude, Iori-kun! Xing and I have been good sisters since childhood! How can you say such a thing? "

"Yes Yes"

Shiina Iori's tone was very perfunctory.

As a man who has roughly browsed Yuki Terajima’s memory in fast-forward mode, Shiina Iori can clearly express that you basically never appeared in Yuki’s memory—or so few times that he didn’t pay attention at all arrive.

But, of course, it was impossible to say such things to Kazujoji Aiko.

Besides, no one would believe this kind of nonsense even if he said it.

"Miss Ichijoji, can I trouble you to make the movements of your hands a little more normal?"

Forcefully pulling out the right hand whose inner knuckles were gently touched by Aiko Ichijoji, Shiina Iori squinted her eyes in disgust like a lazy raccoon cat, showing an expression of "please stay away from me".

With the other hand, he took out a wet wipe from his trouser pocket and wiped it vigorously a few times.

He extremely doubted whether there was any strange sticky liquid (referring to saliva) on the knuckles of this perverted hand.

These handsome boys go out, so they really need to protect themselves.

"Don't be so cruel, Iori-kun!"

"I didn't really lick it! Isn't it just a joke~?"

"Then please wipe the drool first."

"No way, did it really flow?"

"fraud!"

Ichijoji Aiko complained dissatisfied after wiping it with her hand for a few times, but Shiina Iori had already turned her head to look at the stage, her ass only occupied the half far away from her, and kept as far away from her as possible The straight-line distance can be called the limit.

Seeing that, Aiko Kakjoji could only show a somewhat helpless smile.

Shiina Iori, on the other hand, always looked like a pissed off daughter-in-law locked in the elevator room with a burly man, keeping vigilance the whole time, with her hands crossed in front of her, posing a standard defensive posture.

"Oh, it's started, it's started!"

It's just that, the eyes that glanced over from Kazujoji Aiko's side were completely restrained the moment Ms. Martha sat in front of the piano.

The eyes that had been sweeping towards his hands from the perverted look just now disappeared, and the face that always had a cynical smile also changed into a solemn expression that was almost pious, and he looked at it seriously To that lady on stage.

Seeing the rare and serious expression of Aiko Ichijoji, Shiina Iori couldn't help being startled.

As if touched by this energy, he followed the notes slowly sounding from the center of the stage, and gradually shifted his attention.

It's just that, from time to time, his eyes slipped to Ichijoji Aiko who was beside him-mainly arm movements, in case he didn't know when he would be attacked again.

However, this time he miscalculated.

During the 75-minute performance of Ms. Martha's piano performance with several breaks in the middle, Aiko Kazujoji seemed to be staring at the dead house where her idol was dancing hotly, staring at the stage all the time.

It was a kind of solemnity and seriousness that was almost devoted to it.

After the initial discomfort, Shiina Iori gradually let go of her defense against the people around her, and began to gradually devote herself to Ms. Martha's performance.

Because of the expert-level piano memory of 55 points, Shiina Iori's piano level is not bad in any evaluation, and she can naturally feel the emotional touch from the resounding notes on the stage.

Although he has only skills but no creative ability, he can't write any music of his own, but just appreciation is enough.

Soon, he sank into this musical feast.

until the end of the game.

What should I do to save Iori from that woman?

The song ends.

When many guests left the stage like a tide, as one of the very few spectators who were still seated, Ms. Aiba Chiho kept playing the scene she had just captured in the pitch-black scene in a loop in her mind.

Some thoughts are incomprehensible.

'It must be hard for Iori-kun to be kissed by a beautiful old woman you don't like, right? '

Miss Chiho was holding the phone in one hand, and unconsciously biting her nails with the other hand, as if being scratched by a cat in her heart.

'It's all about my family.'

Blame, guilt, boredom.

A variety of emotions are intertwined in the chest.

So much so that she didn't even listen to the whole concert that she was definitely looking forward to.

However, just as various thoughts were churning in her mind, a certain familiar voice was suddenly caught in her ears.

"Oh--"

"Ms. Martha's music is still so casual and carefree. It's been a long time since I've seen this feeling!"

"Iori-kun! What do you think? The one just now."

A tone mixed with joy and excitement rang out in the corridor not far away, and Aiba Chiho couldn't help shaking her whole body, subconsciously lowered her head and crouched down, pretending to be picking up something on her seat.

The long hair also engulfed the side face along the sideburns, covering most of her appearance.

In the dimly lit concert hall, no one noticed at all.

However, driven by some emotion, when Aiko Ichijoji and Iori passed by her side, Chiho subconsciously raised her head and glanced behind them.

But it was such a casual glance that made Aiko Kazujoji, who was talking freely, pause for a moment.

He looked behind him subconsciously.

With just this sweep, the two people's eyes just met.

Ichijoji Aiko suddenly showed a smile with an unknown meaning.

Miss Chiho felt goosebumps crawling up on her back and shivering.

In the end, it was Shiina Iori's voice that interrupted the less than two seconds of staring at each other.

"What are you looking at?"

With some doubts, he turned his head to look at the direction where Aiko Kazujoji was looking at, but he only saw an empty seat with no one there.

"Nothing~"

Ichijoji Aiko's smile was still so bright: "I thought it was an acquaintance I met by accident, maybe I misunderstood it?"

Hearing that her tone was very casual, Shiina Iori didn't care too much, just lowered her head and glanced at the position between the two, emphasizing again:
"Miss Ichijoji, if you hold my hand in such a strange way next time, even I will be angry."

"Don't be so stingy!"

"But to be honest, the hands of young people are more elastic to the touch! Although Ms. Martha's hands are in good shape, the skin~muscles~ are indeed too old."

"You'll be like that when you're old."

"Hey hey hey! Iori-kun."

"What you said just now is a forbidden sentence for women! It is forbidden to export!"

Shiina Iori didn't bother to talk to her, rolled her eyes helplessly, and continued to let her do whatever she wanted in his hands.

Is there such a big difference between hand and hand?
"correct."

As she said that, Shiina Iori seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at Aiko Ichijoji: "Miss Ichijoji seems to be cynical, but she seems to respect music very much?"

"Whether it's for Ms. Martha, or for dragging me into the sea before."

As he spoke, he compared his hands on his face, indicating the change in her expression just now.

"Even the demeanor has changed, it's almost like a pilgrimage."

"Oh~"

Aiko Ichijoji smiled strangely and raised a long voice: "Iori-kun is very detailed! He will be a good man."

"I was."

"."

There was silence for a few seconds, as if he suddenly didn't know where to start, organizing the words in his heart.

After thinking for a while, Ichijoji Aiko suddenly smiled softly, curling her long hair with her fingertips.

"My father, Iori-kun should have heard of it too, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhou Fangda."

Shiina Iori nodded.

Even a boy from the country like him has heard of this kind of big man who often appears on TV and in reports more than once in various places, either indirectly or directly.

"Then do you know why the old man is honored by others?"

"Well, it's not even the name, but 'Mr.'."

Ichijoji Aiko continued to ask.

"Because it's a business legend?"

Shiina Iori has not done in-depth research on the history of such a big man's fortune. He has only heard about the legendary figure who started a business at the age of 40 and built a business empire like an iron barrel in less than five years.

Of course, this is also related to his marriage to a chaebol daughter from the Enoshima family, but it is not enough to erase his own legend.

In a place like Japan where class, surname, and family lineage are deeply rooted, it is a miracle for an ordinary person to achieve a legend, no matter what method is used.

"No~"

However, this answer was denied by Ichijoji Aiko with a smile.

"?"

Shiina Iori showed a somewhat puzzled expression.

Ichijoji Aiko didn't continue to be a joke this time, but said softly: "That's because, long before my old man built this business empire, he was already the son of tomorrow in the music industry, a supernova who was given high hopes by the whole of Japan. "

"Before he was 20 years old, he won all the music awards in the country. When he was 40 years old, he had a certain status even in the international piano circle."

"He was called 'Mr.' out of respect."

"Including Mr. Aiba who offended my old man before, who was also the old man's defeat."

"When he was there, no one really could threaten his status in the music industry."

Ichijoji Aiko spoke in a low voice, but her voice gradually dropped: "But, this is such an old man, but he retired bravely at the age of 45 and changed his career to do business."

"I have always felt that it was a pity when I was a child, and I prefer the piano to business matters."

"only."

Saying that, Aiko Kazujoji suddenly showed a flat but somewhat helpless smile:

"He called me 'no talent.'"

Seeing that smile, Shiina Iori couldn't help but startled.

"Originally when I was young, I also rebelled and wanted to prove myself to that old man."

"But it turned out later that I really didn't have that talent."

"So, I started to like to 'collect' people who are at least more talented than me."

Ichijoji Aiko's smile suddenly became bright again, and she firmly held Iori's hand: "Shiina-kun, you are one of my 'collection' objects."

"."

Shiina Iori was silent for a while, and then said in a somewhat cautious tone:
"Then, I should be considered an SSR, right?"

"Pfft~ Haha!"

Unexpectedly getting such an answer, Aiko Kazujoji burst out laughing and patted him on the shoulder vigorously.

"It's so interesting! Iori-kun."

"I suddenly understand why Xing that child likes you so much!"

"Yabai, you're not seducing me, are you? I'm a little seduced."

"Please don't be sentimental, Ms. Ichijoji." Shiina Iori showed a solemn and disgusted face, "I said I have"

"Yes yes yes! You have a girlfriend! There are several more~!"

"Do you need me to help you spread the word to the world?"

Aiko Kazujoji has learned to answer quickly, but she still couldn't help smiling: "And how can a mere SSR be enough?"

"If I were to rate it, the type of Iori should be marked with UR+SP, and there should be a special limited edition! The kind that only comes out once in a lifetime."

"Then I'm really flattered."

Shiina Iori stopped by to buy a drink on the side of the road, and said calmly with a face that was obviously unafraid, even before Mount Tai collapsed, and would not necessarily move her toes.

"Then you should pretend to be a little bit!"

"scare!"

"That's right, Iori-kun."

After laughing for a while, Aiko Ichijoji seemed to have just remembered something serious, and said casually: "Your little lyricist is called Aiba Chiho, right?"

"Ok?"

Shiina Iori became vigilant subconsciously when she heard the words.

After all, I had already said before that I was pleading for a friend, so what did Aiko Ichijoji mean when she suddenly said this?
"Miss Ichijoji, what does this mean?"

"Don't be so vigilant! We should already be good friends!"

"And I don't mean anything else, just ask casually."

Ichijoji Aiko's face was full of relaxed smiles, as if she really did what she said, very casually: "The relationship between you and that Miss Aiba must be very close, right?"

"If you have to say it, at least it's not unfamiliar."

"Eh!"

Aiko Ichijoji posted it immediately, acting like a curious baby: "Then how close are you two? Have you kissed?"

"Probably as close as someone who unilaterally rejected four or five confessions?"

"Eh~?!"

"Iori-kun is really incomprehensible!"

"I was rejected."

"what?"

　Broken bowl~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)