man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 472 [471] Wen Chun

While Iori is having a hard time tonight, the other side of Tokyo Bay.

Large flat top floor balcony.

Yuki Terashima had long wet hair, was wearing a gray velvet bathrobe, and was shaking slightly with a glass of wine in his hand.

The phone beeped and kept dialing.

Aoi Cang Ayase, the little secretary of the Glasses Girl, stood quietly aside, not saying a word from the beginning to the end, as if she had been petrified with little movement.

The reason for being so cautious today is naturally that Miss Kui Cang, who has been with the eldest lady for a long time, can now quickly capture her most important emotions today from Miss Xing's pitiful expression.

And like now, the mood swings that can't be suppressed with drinks are obviously one of the worst emergencies for her personal secretary.

However, Miss Kui Cang didn't have any countermeasures.

Now I have to wait quietly for the eldest lady to solve the problem by herself.

"beep--"

"Drip."

It wasn't until the third call was made that the mobile phone finally got through.

Aoi Cang Ayase secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, on the other side of the phone, came the lazy and boring voice of Aiko Kazujoji, with a teasing tone:
"It's so rare!"

"Our beautiful Miss Xing actually called me down."

"It's really an endless honor, the little girl worships here."

"You went out with Iori today, right?"

Terashima Yuki, however, had no intention of listening to her nonsense at all, and his voice was cold: "I should have emphasized it in front of you, right? You are not allowed to touch him until you tell me what you want to do."

"That's who I'm looking for."

Obviously, her voice was still ups and downs as usual, but even from a long distance through the mobile phone, Aiko Kazujoji could still picture the serious expression on Yukina's face in her heart as if she saw it with her own eyes.

The oil painting accent that he had been holding back just now subconsciously disappeared, and there was a hint of hope that this unruly guy had nothing to do in his voice:
"Yes Yes!"

"I know I know~"

"That's the man your Miss Terashima likes, and no one else is allowed to touch him! Okay?"

But Xing did not relax at all because of this perfunctory answer, his tone was always flat and serious, and he asked for the bottom line: "Then why are you asking Yizhi out today?"

Hearing her tone as if she was about to ask a teacher for a crime, Aiko Kazujoji took a deep breath, bit the bullet and shouted for grievances:

"Lucky! You know me."

"For so many years, I haven't even had a boyfriend."

"Even the first encounter in these 27 years was solved by the little left and the little right."

"Do you think a pure and excellent woman like me will have any irrational emotions towards your little man?"

"is it possible?!"

On the opposite side of the phone, Yuki Terashima was silent for a few seconds before answering:

"Let's hold hands."

It should have been a question sentence, but luckily when he said it, he used an unquestionable affirmative sentence.

"."

Aiko Ichijoji on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, stuttering and stuttering for a long time: "That's it, just hold hands. It's just holding hands, what's the matter?!"

After all, she was still not brave enough to say the matter of 'can I lick'.

Otherwise, Aiko Ikjoji felt that Yuki would really drive a hole in the door of her house.

"Not even hands!"

Xing's voice was unusually decisive.

Since getting Iori's answer last time, she has consciously reduced the number of times Iori has contact with other women.

"You heartless woman!"

"Anyway, it's not possible."

After decisively setting the rules with his acquaintance, Yuki Terashima quickly moved on to the next topic as if advancing the meeting process:
"Also, why did you ask Iori to participate in the Budokan concert?"

"His current fame and traffic should not be worth your investment to that extent."

However, hearing this topic, Aiko Ichijoji on the opposite side of the phone smirked: "Of course it's because he is Shiina Iori!"

"Invest early, luckily~"

"You haven't been in contact with those actors and entertainers, and you don't know what their usual state is."

"If you can suddenly catch a thigh as thick as mine, as long as you are a bit enterprising, you will definitely work hard to climb up!"

"But Iori-kun is different, he."

"It's Shiina-kun!"

In the middle of speaking, the voice was suddenly interrupted by Xing on the other side of the phone, emphasizing.

Very domineeringly fulfilling his one-way ownership of Iori.

"Yes Yes."

"In short, Shiina-kun is the kind of guy who has no ambition at all!"

"Even this concert seems to be about to accomplish some task. When I mentioned this matter, I was lazy, as if I could do it or not."

"So, if you want to sell him such a big favor in the future, you really have to depend on your fate."

Ichijoji Aiko summed up the "rules of attacking Iori" that she had observed, and explained the reasons in a rather orderly manner.

On the contrary, Yuki Terashima didn't understand:
"Not ambitious?"

"why?"

The voice of Ichijoji Aiko on the other side of the phone faltered, and then suddenly raised a high profile: "You still ask me why? He can be full just by eating soft rice from your family!"

"What else is there to work on?"

"Ah! Damn it, when I think that such beautiful hands have no interest in playing the piano, and I have to force them to go on stage, I want to piss off you rich women who waste everything!"

"Go to hell you guys!"

Hearing this, Yuki Terashima himself couldn't help but startled.

Suddenly, he thought of the group of women gathered around Iori now.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now that I think about it carefully, I realized that there are three surnames of the rich and powerful around him, and the only one, Sinon, has some business acumen—a part-time worker who saved an eight-figure family fortune during college. The emperor did not blow it out.

but
If Yizhi is the only one around, it seems that there is nothing wrong with letting him be a rice bug?

of course.

If Iori can find a career he likes, or earn enough pocket money for himself, that is of course great.

As soon as the thought flashed, the little question mark in Xing's head was wiped out.

She also held an ambiguous attitude towards Ichijoji Aiko's actions to push Iori forward.

Anyway, just do whatever he likes.

After telling what he wanted to say and getting the information he wanted, Yuki Terashima hung up the phone casually, regardless of the voice of Aiko Kazujodera who was still chattering and complaining on the other side of the phone.

The half glass of foreign wine that was originally used to relieve worries was poured into the potted plant on the balcony, and the glass was put aside casually.

Both physically and mentally relaxed a lot.

However, just as she turned around and was about to go to bed early, the cell phone that she had just hung up suddenly rang again.

Yuki Terashima was startled at first.

At this time, under normal circumstances, she is the only one who calls others, and it is really rare for people to make emergency calls to themselves.

"Hey?"

Line connected.

With the phone attached to his ear, he could only hear a few words.

Yuki Terashima frowned suddenly.

Aoi Cang Ayase raised her eyebrows involuntarily, she breathed a sigh of relief just now, and put on her wooden figure again.

"Staff in the original family? Akira Marui?"

"Escape?"

"Where is the direction of escape?"

"If you can't find it, you don't have to come back."

"Ah."

In the next few days, except for the first few unforgettable nights, Shiina Iori's life rhythm did not change much.

The daily schedule is still school-home two points one line.

Because she took two professional courses at the same time, and they were both big courses, Shiina Iori's school time was always full.And after school, they are often messed up by the trivial matters of life set up by three women in one drama.

Therefore, he did not notice the traffic storm brewing on the Internet during this period.

In other words, Shiina Iori, who has only been in the entertainment circle for less than three months so far, still underestimates the stage where she stepped into the annual Budokan concert as a "super rookie" , caused a wave of public opinion in the circle.

The only thing that can make him see the leopard is that the number of fans of the N station account [Sakurai Rito] has skyrocketed in an almost straight-line upward trend these days.

But it's a pity that Mr. Shiina doesn't pay attention to the contribution that this account brings him, except for the "after-tax income of this month" figure.

As a result, some things that Mr. Shiina couldn't understand gradually sprung up around him like mushrooms after rain.

"That's all for today's lesson"

The professor on the stage had just arranged the lesson plans in his hands into a pile and issued an order to end the get out of class. He was queued to the back of the crowded classroom, and a group of young female students stood up with various textbooks in their hands.

The bald professor stared blankly at the sight.

Turning my head and glanced at the PPT, I was sure that my course was indeed production and operation management, not some other elective course, and then I turned my head again with a blank expression.

Then, it was discovered that the group of female students who got up did not go out, and each of them kept sprinting and starting like track and field athletes waiting for the starting gun to sound.

If you observe carefully, you can find that the textbooks in the hands of many of them have nothing to do with his class.

A few even took textbooks that were obviously not compiled by their Dongda University, and they didn't know how they got in.

"Wait, you guys!"

Out of a sense of responsibility as an in-service professor, the bald professor stopped the most suspicious people first.

However, just as soon as the sound was made, the crowd suddenly surged like a wave, scattered towards the front and rear doors.

If you take a closer look, you can find that the first place in this collective marathon is a boy wearing a hoodie.

"boom."

Shiina Iori quickly rushed out of the classroom, rushed across the corner at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, quickly found a way to go to the second floor in a crooked way, then jumped through the window to escape and turned into a toilet from the corridor on the first floor .

The whole process is as smooth and smooth as the secret agent escape in the movie, and even the CUT is not used.

It wasn't until he hid in a staff lounge with the book in his hand that he finally let out a long breath.

However, there was still a bit of lingering fear in his eyes.

"what's the situation?"

"Who are these guys?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Fortunately, the president of the student council doesn't care?"

Shiina Iori glanced at his watch and complained in a low voice.

In fact, similar phenomena have always existed. After all, Yizhi also knows that her charm lies in this.

Even when he was just entering school, there were always some idle and boring seniors who found time to sit in a classroom with him during elective courses, trying to find opportunities to strike up a conversation and exchange Line accounts.

Shiina Iori also showed a very tolerant attitude towards these girls who are greedy for their bodies.

But this round of the last two days has not been quite right.

Whether it's specialized courses, elective courses, or even sports practice courses.

Unknowingly, there will be a large circle of unknown girls around him, and I don't know if there is a unified command. Under the attack of the security forces in the school, this group of people is like the enemy retreating and advancing, and the enemy advancing and retreating. Like the mountain troops who gather and disperse freely, no matter where he is, he can be found immediately.

During the class, they managed to maintain order, but once the get out of class was over, they couldn't help but ask questions, and occasionally asked for a small autograph, asking for one or two pens or pencil leads and other small objects.

Let people call it hard to guard against!
It wasn't until later that he finally discovered that he could only steal a moment of leisure by hiding in places without cameras, such as the staff lounge, men's and women's toilets, and temporary locker rooms.

I don't know what kind of person is so powerful.
Frowning and thinking, Shiina Iori wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, turned around and prepared to go to the classroom for the next class.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, the closet opened from inside with a click, and a buck-toothed man with his ID card on his neck popped out, approaching with a flattering smile:
"Mr. Sakurai, hello! I am a reporter from Tokyo Metropolitan Magazine. Do you have any?"

"Sorry, I'm going to class soon."

Rejecting the interview request of the man in front of him bluntly, Shiina Iori walked out with a straight face.

Sure enough, within two steps of walking out, a group of bustling Yingying Yanyans followed behind her.

Among them, quite a few people even called each other 'Sakurai-kun', 'Head of the House', and 'Sakurai-sama', which made people's ears hurt.

The intimacy with which they were addressed made one wonder if they were hired.

"Please stop!"

Walking to the middle of the stairs, Shiina Iori looked at the seven or eight girls who were getting closer and closer, and frowned and warned: "I understand everyone's fan behavior, but it's not my working time now, and your behavior will disturb the school. teaching order."

"If you continue to follow me like this in the future, I will choose to call the police!"

Putting down the conversation with sneering words, Shiina Iori quickly ran towards the next classroom without looking back.

The few girls left behind couldn't help looking at each other for a while, hesitated a few steps, but still didn't continue to follow.

At the corner of Dongdayuan Street, in a van interview vehicle.

A woman with an interview card hanging around her neck was holding a box of lunch in her hand, her large sunglasses were lifted up to her forehead, and her chopsticks were not too small, and she planed food into her mouth neatly.

However, just halfway through the meal, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, quickly threw the lunch box aside, and immediately picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

"Uh oh."

"Then you guys come out first."

As if hearing the commotion from her side, a camera guy sitting on the farther side also raised his head and asked, "You got kicked out so soon this time?"

"who knows."

After hanging up the phone, the woman picked up the lunch box and continued to eat two mouthfuls, vaguely:
"Maybe these high school bullies don't have any airs of idols?"

"Or, not interested?"

"Suck and suck. Anyway, the fans organized this round basically didn't get any useful information."

The cameraman frowned upon hearing this: "The speed at which Dongda is chasing people away has been getting faster and faster these days, Kanzaki, are you sure there is big news about him?"

"Wouldn't it be a waste of energy for a few more days?"

"there must be!"

As she said that, she seemed to feel that the sign on her neck was in the way, and the woman called Kanzaki slapped the sign on the seat of the car, swearing, the flames in her eyes were extremely bright:
"... This guy must be able to dig out a super big material!"

On the seat, on the back of the hanging tag entangled with the lanyard, is clearly printed the word 'Wenchun'.

　Broken bowl~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)