man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 466 [465] Trial

Miss Chiho, who was hiding in the gap between the seats in the dark, was relieved until Shiina Iori and Ichijoji Aiko left, and got up from the seat without a sound, looking The back view of the two walking out of the concert hall door holding hands.

'Nearly found out. '

Aiba Chiho patted her small chest in shock.

Then, in order to continue to follow quickly, he immediately got out from the gap between the seats, and ran towards the door at a trot.

“Me estás esperando? (Are you waiting for me?)”

Hearing the sound, Miss Chiho turned her head subconsciously, just in time to see the old lady who was playing the piano on the stage just passing by her.

Seeing the young girl trotting hurriedly towards her, Ms. Martha asked with a benevolent smile.

"Eh?!"

Aiba Chiho couldn't help but startled.

She also had the title of "Rising Star" in her early years, so she naturally knows who this evergreen player in the piano world is, but Yizhi and the others have already gone a little far, and they can't keep up if they don't run.

【Feel sorry!I am busy now. 】

Unable to understand the Spanish of the old lady in front of her, Ms. Chiho hurriedly raised her mobile phone to type, stamping her feet as she wrote, as if she was ready to start running at any time.

Seeing her in such a hurry, although Ms. Martha couldn't understand what the little girl in front of her wrote, but the heart of the music was still conveyed to the old lady's heart, so she had no choice but to smile helplessly and spread her hands .

"OK, OK."

Then, without further ado, he took out the oil-based pen, and with Miss Chiho's dazed expression on his face, he grabbed her blouse and swiped and signed a lot of artistic signatures.

I have to say that the full name of the Argentine is really long enough. It was not until Miss Chiho looked at the signature in the wind from the lower right abdomen all the way to the navel that the old lady stopped writing, quite like everyone. It's a matter of flicking clothes to go.

'I didn't say to sign'

Chiho picked up her blouse, staring blankly.

However, he immediately remembered what he had just done, and hurriedly trotted out of the concert hall.

Unfortunately, when she rushed to the door, Shiina Iori and Ichijoji Aiko had disappeared.

'hateful! '

Chiho stood at the door, looking helplessly at the street with people coming and going, and stomped her feet fiercely.

When I think of Iori-kun, for her sake, under the control of that woman, Ichijoji Aiko, who is lying and slandering, flirting with each other, and continuing to hang out on the street like a couple, Aiba who didn't even care much about Iori having a girlfriend by his side Chiho suddenly felt a burning sensation in her heart.

It was restless like countless ants crawling.

The girl picked up the phone several times, then put it down suddenly.

It would definitely not work for Iori to tell her where she was.

This is tantamount to telling Yizhi in a disguised form that he is following them, and accidentally lost them.

With such a clever mind as Iori, he must be aware of the risk of such a thing, so it is naturally impossible.

In addition, no matter how dull she was, she gradually discovered it.

Since Iori broke into her life without rejection, many things have changed.

I no longer need to think about the troubles in life, or even the most basic earning ability of a song after it is written.

All expenses and burdens are provided by Iori.

On her side, she only needs to devote herself wholeheartedly to the songwriting process.

The only thing she needs to work hard on is how to sell the copyright. That is, to earn more.

This phenomenon became more obvious after she learned about her father's incident.

Iori is obviously just an ordinary person, but he has to fight with the eldest lady of Mr. Zhou Fang's family.

Ordinary people want to rise to the top and get in touch with higher-level big shots.
Ingratiating and flattering must be indispensable.

"Did Iori-kun suffer a lot of grievances before today?" '

Such a thought suddenly popped up in Chiho's heart.

Then, it was out of control.

'Can I really just write songs without doing anything? '

'Then.'

'Sit obediently at home and wait for Iori to feed me all the finished products? '

Fen fist clenched secretly.

In the end, he let go rather weakly.

Just like the feeling of powerlessness after learning that the "big man" that his father offended was Mr. Zhou Fang, Chiho Aiba, who is just an ordinary person, can't even start to resist in the face of this kind of big chaebol who almost reaches the sky. Nowhere to start.

It seems that they can only continue to obey.

"Om."

While thinking about it, the phone vibrated suddenly.

[Tamura: Hello, Miss Aiba. 】

[Tamura: I am the manager of Shengtianmu Office who wrote to you last time. 】

【Tamura: Excuse me, how do you think about the matter I mentioned to you last time? 】

Looking at the other party's letter, Aiba Chiho first seemed to think of something, and her eyes brightened slightly.

But it quickly faded away.

But when he thought that this was the first office he contacted after the 'unlocking', he had to raise his spirits to deal with it.

[Aiba: Thank you for your kindness. 】

[Aiba: Since I wrote a new song recently, I plan to wait until other agencies contact me to negotiate terms. 】

[Aiba: We need to wait for a while and listen to the conditions of all parties. 】

Because I didn't think too much when typing, the conversation was a bit soft on the outside and tough on the inside, and I told the other party that I was waiting for a price.

【Tamura: Miss Aiba was joking. 】

[Tamura: After the experience of the previous firm, you should be clear about the current situation. 】

[Tamura: There are not many firms in Tokyo that dare to accept your business. 】

[Tamura: Relatively speaking, the terms we offered should be fairly fair. 】

Seeing this, Aiba Chiho couldn't help but startled.

status quo?

What is the status quo?
Yizhi's message was sent last night, and only half of this morning has passed, and she has received invitations from several firms in succession on her mobile phone, which shows that what she said is true.

After all, performing arts firms also have internal competition.

An upstart composer like Chiho Aiba would have been 'recruited' by major companies long ago if it weren't for the special circumstances.

And it's not too late to make up for it now, after receiving the news, it's natural to compare who moves faster.

Just as she was frowning and trying to refute the other party's 'ignorant' remarks, Chiho paused again.

His eyes fixed on a certain sentence of the other party.

[There are not many firms in Tokyo that dare to take your business. 】

If this sentence is reversed, can it also be understood that we are one of the few firms that are not afraid of Mr. Zhou Fang?

Suddenly, Aiba Chiho's eyes lit up.

"No wonder that Miss Aiba rejected Iori-kun."

Ichijoji Aiko was still holding Shiina Iori's hand, with a faint smile on her face, and glanced at the dark alley she was in, with a smile on her face:

"So Iori-kun likes this tune?"

Shiina Iori rolled her eyes at her, still looking down at the map navigation on the phone, with a disgusted tone:
"Yes, yes~ I have committed a heinous crime for admitting to the wrong navigation direction."

"Please forgive me, Ms. Kazujoji."

She clearly said begging for mercy, but her tone was really perfunctory. Hearing that, Aiko Ikjoji didn’t feel the joy of being a conqueror at all. She still seemed to have not heard it, and she was just arranging the little things in her mind. theater:
"In this alley, should I shout something?"

"No~ I, I still have a boyfriend~"

"I can't betray him~"

".some type of?"

Ichijoji Aiko, with a quirky and quirky appearance, tried to stir up his anger.

But who is Shiina Iori?

She is not as charming as Sinon, she is eccentric and can't beat Zhujiang, and the domineering president is even worse than Xing, she is a complete half-assed.

For Shiina Iori, who has gone through all kinds of hardships, it is nothing more than sprinkling water, and her tone is unusually calm:
"It was you who said you wanted to find a piano shop, and you were the one who didn't know the way."

"Following the map navigation, it's not bad to accidentally walk in here. At least I didn't take Miss Ichijoji out of the city."

"At least, in terms of the straight-line distance on the map, we are less than 100 meters away from Miss Ichijoji's goal."

The old god Shiina Iori was talking.

It's completely invulnerable like an old monk.

"really?"

Ichijoji Aiko had a Luyu face, and said with a smile: "I thought Iori-kun brought me to such a remote place to avoid some little tail hanging behind us~"

"What little tail?" Shiina Iori had a completely calm expression of "I don't know what you're talking about", "If Ms. Ichijoji has such a small personal hobby, please do it at home."

"Whether it's a jet tail or a methane tail, it's going to bother everyone on the street."

"Hey~ Iori is abnormal!"

"Overrated."

The two chatted and followed the map navigation.

Obviously, no matter who comes first, the two of them have already spotted Chiho Aiba who was following in the distance.

It is probably because of this that Shiina Iori found a chance to shake off the little tail that was following behind - even leading Aiko Kazujoji back and forth several times on several streets for this reason.

The reason why he has returned to the right path now is naturally because the goal has been achieved.

Soon, the two saw a quaint musical instrument store at the end of the street.

"welcome."

Sitting in front of the counter and casually saying hello was a middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s with gray hair, and he was sitting and cleaning the harmonica.

The action is slow and detailed.

Ichijoji Aiko had let go of Shiina Iori's hand at some point, and put her hands behind her back, looking like a well-behaved lady: "Uncle Natsume, let me pick out a piano for my friend."

"Did that one go out last time?"

"not yet."

As if hearing the voice of an acquaintance, the middle-aged man called 'Uncle Natsume' reluctantly raised his head and glanced at her, and then said nothing, just silently agreed, and continued to wipe the harmonica on his own .

It doesn't mean to be nosy.

Shiina Iori also glanced at it.

Saxophone, Harmonica, Cello, Piano.
At first glance, the not-so-large musical instrument store is crowded with musical instruments of various shapes and shapes, but with subtle differences in details.

In addition, there is not even a single instrument commonly used in popular music such as electronic keyboards, electric guitars, and drum kits.

Even on a shelf, Shiina Iori saw a well-maintained suona.

Seeing Lie Xinxi, Shiina Iori asked, "Can you take it down and have a look?"

"No."

Hearing that cold tone, he was taken aback.

How does this work.

"do not mind."

Ichijoji Aiko came over to comfort in a low voice: "The things in Uncle Natsume's store are all collected by him, and the purpose of opening a store here is not for sale at all."

"It's all for showing off to others!"

Even though the voice was already very low, but most of the musicians had good hearing, the man called 'Natsume' turned his head and glanced at her indifferently.

However, there was no objection.

'Are you free? ! '

Shiina Iori looked at the man, and subconsciously popped up such an idea in his mind.

Just thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is no problem.

The collection is unappreciated, such as brocade clothes walking at night.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with collecting a house of dead houses with collections of hand-made figures, and wanting to show them to friends, show them off, and occasionally send two out.

Ichijoji Aiko did not continue to say anything on this topic, but turned to look for the piano she was talking about.

"Here, Iori-kun."

After a while, she jumped to the side of a piano that looked quite old, and patted it twice: "Come here and try the sound!"

"Aiko!"

Store Manager Natsume frowned and called out dissatisfied.

"It's okay, it's okay~"

Ichijoji Aiko smiled and waved her hands, and said generously, "I'll pay you at the worst! My dad hasn't played that one for a long time anyway, so if it really broke, I'll pay it to you."

The father is kind and the daughter is filial.

Hearing what she said, the store manager Natsume really stopped talking.

Just waiting by the side with cold eyes.

Seeing this, Shiina Iori seemed to be fine, so she sat down in front of the piano generously.

I tried the sound test for sliding and scratching the keys, and found that the pitch is basically correct. It seems that someone maintains and adjusts it carefully every day.

"Did you remember that piece by Ms. Martha just now?"

"The Third Piano Concerto."

Ichijoji Aiko leaned over slightly, lowered her head and whispered in Iori's ear: "You should have practiced it before, right? After all, it is a famous song."

"take note of it."

Shiina Iori didn't say much, recalling the appearance of Martha Argerich when she played the piano just now, she seemed to be able to restore all the movements in her mind.

As if familiar with the movement, the hands under his hands slowly auditioned.

Just as he was rehearsing the song, there happened to be a burst of crisp footsteps outside the store door.

"Shop Manager Natsume, I asked you to fix it last time"

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

As soon as Nagasawa Yugali, who was carrying a small bag and smiling all over his face, stepped into the store, he saw Shiina Iori and Ichijoji Aiko who were trying the piano in the store.

I couldn't help being stunned in my mind.

For a moment, I almost forgot what I was going to say just now.

When Natsume saw the person coming, he put down the harmonica in his hand, stood up, took a ukulele from the shelf next to it, and handed it over.

"It's tuned."

Then continue to sit down and do your own thing.

Yugali Nagasawa simply thanked her, then quickly walked to Aiko Ichijoji with her head bowed, with a flattering tone:
"Miss."

"Mr. Shiina."

Shiina Iori glanced up at her, smiled and nodded slightly as a signal.

"Hmm~ It's Eucalyptus."

Kazujoji Aiko didn't even look away for half a second, she just agreed casually like a perfunctory one.

"Since we just happened to meet, why don't we listen together?"

"Yes."

　Broken bowl~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)