man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 483 [482] Are you laughing?

Whether it's a Budokan concert or a New Year's Eve Red and White Song Concert, there are basically two or three rounds of large-scale rehearsals, and as few as one round of large-scale rehearsals.

Although not all the invited guests will be there according to their respective schedules, but when the event is approaching, at least similar roles such as private firm brokers will appear to make sure that they will not be overdue.

And like Shiina Iori, who basically has nothing to do every day except for going to class, studying, homework for his wife, and cooking, so naturally he has to go to battle alone.

However, Shiina Iori feels that she is not famous, but others don't think so.

"Hi, hello, are you Mr. Sakurai?"

"He's more handsome in real life than in the video."

After handing over his invitation information at the door, before Shiina Iori entered the door by himself, he saw a small man about 40 or [-] years old, dressed in greasy hair and pink face, running out of the venue with a very friendly face. Smiling, slightly sweating on his forehead, looking up and down vaguely.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sakurai Rito"

Shiina Iori has always been respected by people, and I have a tenacious temperament, and I also greeted warmly.

"First meeting! First meeting!"

The short man seemed to realize that he was a little abrupt, and he smiled apologetically and agreed: "Miss Yichengsi mentioned it clearly, but I forgot that you don't have a formal management team, so I came out in a hurry. "

"By the way! I'm Takaya Ando, ​​and I'm also one of the organizers of this event."

"Please take care of me."

While talking, the middle-aged man who called himself An Tang handed out the business card in his hand with a kind smile on his face.

Shiina Iori was also taken aback when she heard that the other party was actually the host, and also exchanged business cards with a smile—after learning a lesson from Nagisa-chan’s mother last time, he specially prepared a stack of business cards for himself, only marked The stage name and work mobile phone have been removed, and the style looks relatively simple.

Until he was brought all the way into the meeting place by the other party, he was still ordering the staff to work while fawning on him, for fear that he would feel the slightest resentment because of this neglect.

This is a big man who can talk to the eldest lady.

The so-called separation of the poor and the lowly, and the unity of the rich and the outsider, is probably the truth.

After the class rises, you can meet kind-hearted people everywhere.

After the other party reluctantly stood beside him and repeatedly confirmed that he didn't need his help, that Mr. An Tang was slightly relieved, and trotted back to the backstage to organize activities.

Obviously too busy to run away.

After entering the backstage of the venue, Shiina Iori, like most of the rehearsal staff waiting outside, sat in the backstage area and played with her mobile phone.

In the end, after sitting for a while, someone came up beside him.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Sakurai?"

"What else?"

Frowning slightly, Mr. Iori's voice stopped in the middle of his words.

Standing in front of him was a pretty young girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a clean face and ponytail, full of vitality, holding a small notebook in her hand.

He couldn't help pushing his gold-rimmed glasses, solemnly:
"Yes, it's me."

Seeing him raise his head, the girl's face suddenly showed a bit of joy:

"Hello! Mr. Sakurai."

"I'm a member of BKC-58, and we've all heard your "Dissipate Warmth"!"

"Excuse me. Could you please sign your name?"

Shiina Iori was really surprised this time.

He has heard of this idol group organization before. Although the trainees in it are all trainees who have been around for a few years, the group itself is still very famous.

Am I so famous already?

Not so much, right?

Mr. Iori was a little confused about his own pulse.

"Ok."

The girl who didn't know her name suddenly lit up, and added tentatively: "Well, there are actually a few of us."

As soon as the girl pointed behind her, she saw several people waving excitedly.

Shiina Iori smiled heartily:
"Sign, you can sign."

"Great!!"

Seeing this seems to have made a good start, followed by many small gang members who were well-known or unknown, but all got a chance to go on stage through group qualifications, bowed and thanked him for getting autographs or business cards, A few of the more good-looking ones managed to take a group photo, and they all looked very happy.

As a result, almost half of the fifty business cards prepared by Shiina Iori had been sent out in less than an hour.

Mr. Iori even fell into a little self-doubt because of this:
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"Am I already a big star?"

But in fact, it is impossible to become famous naturally.

The reason why he is now favored by so many members of the small group around him is purely because of his scandal with a certain lady at the top of the group, as well as the popularity of the top search list for three consecutive days a few days ago.

As we all know, these little idols who want connections but have no connections, want money but have no money, and can only suffer at the bottom, have never been shy about investing in their positions.

It's good to have some gossip with others, but it hasn't been long since Tokyo Struggle Legend has been continuously trending!
Rubbing, maybe rubbing yourself out of the head?
"Mr. Shiina is really full of people here."

"It's hard work, isn't it?"

Hearing the voices around her, Shiina Iori subconsciously raised her pen to sign the notebook in the opponent's hand, but in the next second, she suddenly felt that there seemed to be some hidden yin and yang in the opponent's words.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a young man with his hair combed back like a greasy head, a neat suit, and black-rimmed glasses of a similar style to him.

It is simply a textbook-like dress of a gentle beast.

Subconsciously thinking this in her heart, Shiina Iori pushed her gold-rimmed glasses.

"May I ask you again?"

"Ah, I'm sorry." With a peaceful smile on his face, the young man handed over a business card, "I'm the manager of Shengtianmu Office, Tamura."

"Mr. Shiina's previous collaboration with Ms. Aiba's "Dissipating Warmth" and the follow-up "Travel" are currently managed by me."

"Speaking of which, this is the first time Shiina-san and I have met."

"Please take care of me in the future."

Hearing that it was one of his own, the subtle unhappiness in Shiina Iori's heart also went away. Chiho had mentioned to him before that there was a family that took advantage of it and was willing to accept the song at a price higher than the market price, and even raised the liquidated damages on its own initiative. It belongs to the type that you don't have to run even if you want to get away.

Thinking of this, the smile on his face suddenly became a little more friendly.

"Take care of you!"

This person is probably that kind. The simple one is that he is not very good at speaking, or the type who is annoying when he opens his mouth?
Shiina Iori is well-informed, and has naturally seen similar situations, and her tone slowed down a bit when exchanging greetings.

However, the conversation between the two sides was not too hot, and naturally it didn't last long. After a while, Mr. Tamura turned the gossip to the main topic:

"I'm here to confirm with you, Mr. Shiina. The background music we submitted to the organizer this time is "The Lost Warmth". You should have no objection?"

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Shiina Iori was slightly startled, and frowned, "What about "Travel with Me"? If I remember correctly, Chiho should have submitted this song, right?"

"Mr. Shiina."

Hearing that he didn't follow the words, the business-like smile on Tamura's face eased a little, and he said in a business-like way: "Now that these two songs are in charge of our management, our company needs to bear the necessary business risks. .”

"Please sing a song that has been tested by the market. It is the result of our negotiation with the conference party."

"Shouldn't this kind of thing be made by singers and songwriters?"

Shiina Iori had just entered the industry not long ago, so she naturally didn't know the way inside, so she frowned and retorted.

Upon hearing his rebuttal, which obviously missed the point, the expression on Tamura's face was obviously relaxed, and he said calmly: "Mr. Shiina, if you hire a professional brokerage team now, they should recognize what I said. .”

"We are responsible to you and to the song you sing."

"In addition, this has also been confirmed by the organizer of the conference, that is, your T-Dash firm."

Mr. Tamura said with a relaxed expression: "If you still have objections, I also suggest you check with the organizer. Under normal circumstances, no team or individual will release a new song on this occasion."

"This time, after all, it's a Budokan concert."

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Although Shiina Iori was a little uncomfortable with this well-founded argument, she still vaguely believed it.

makes sense.

After all, it's a Budokan concert, an annual national-level song concert.

However, he still planned to go to Mr. An Tang for confirmation later.

If it was indeed T-Dash, that is, Aiko Ichijoji's opinion, then he naturally didn't intend to bite the bullet.

Chiho's wish is just 'please carry my dream'.

And her current dream, with a high probability, is to make her songs famous.

It's just famous, and it doesn't specify which one.

Even Shiina Iori himself felt that it would be more reliable to use "Dissipate Warmth" on stage.

After completing the notification and confirming that Shiina Iori had been notified by Shengtianmu Office many times, Mr. Tamura got up and left.

The inexperienced Shiina Iori did not realize at all that the management team hired by himself should have handled the matters of submitting the song list and contacting the firm by the organizer.

What does it have to do with a firm that is only responsible for song distribution and business operations?
There is also a difference between an office and an office!

It's just that, whether it's Aiko Ichijoji who signed him casually like a joke, Shiina Iori himself who is completely inexperienced, or Chiho Aiba who is a cute new lyricist, all parties completely ignore / don't know this.

As for the conference organizers and venue staff who are completely outsiders, they didn't even dare to mention it.

There is a link missing in the middle.

If it weren't for the existence of the 'colleague' Nagasawa Yugali, probably no one would have discovered this.

However, Iori was naturally unaware of this.

Compared with the more than five hours of rehearsal in the whole process, the conversation between Shiina Iori and Mr. Tamura was only a few minutes, and then the staff asked him to go to the dressing room to touch up makeup and prepare for the rehearsal.

After a rehearsal was over, the whole person seemed to be falling apart.

"Thank you for your hard work—"

"It's hard work!"

"Good job."

After the whole show was over, there were sparse sounds of condolences from around the backstage.

As the lowest-level rookie idol group, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls have to beg their grandpa to sue their grandma no matter who they face in this kind of occasion. It's so low that you have to work part-time to supplement it, and your status is very low.

However, the emotions between people are not the same, Shiina Iori only felt a little noisy.

After a while, he followed the flow of people backstage and left outside.

Because the nearby subway lines are not very close, Shiina Iori, who had a little money recently, was thinking about spending a fortune and taking a taxi home, when he saw a familiar limousine coming towards him on the side of the road. Lights flashed in the direction.

Yizhi took two steps closer, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

He opened the car door familiarly and strode into the car.

Today, Yuki Terajima is wearing a simple pajama-style black long dress, with long black hair loosely flowing, and has a bit of a lady-like mature charm.

Seeing Iori getting into the car, an imperceptible smile appeared on his usually bland face, and his voice was soft:

"Tired? I've been busy until now."

Shiina Iori was honest and blunt. Seeing Yuki Terashima sitting on the side of the car door with his legs together, he didn't know where he had the guts to lie down directly, and moaned without illness: "Super~super~tired~!"

"It's obviously a very simple rehearsal, but I don't know why people always make mistakes."

"Originally, it could have ended half an hour earlier."

"My head hurts a bit."

Blink blink.

Mr. Iori leaned on Xing's soft and elastic thighs, kneading his temples in an unbearable look, and gave him a look from time to time.

Seeing Iori's sudden approach, Yuki Terashima also seemed to be startled for a moment, then smiled again, leaning over to knead him gently.

It's hard to imagine that those hands, which could easily smash an iron man, would appear so soft when massaging his forehead.

Shiina Iori was so comfortable that her eyes narrowed, like a cat being scratched.

The car started slowly, and there was no sound from the front seat.

"Why didn't you tell me when Xing came?"

"Have you been waiting in the car?"

"No, I just arrived not long ago."

While helping him massage, Terashima Yuki stretched out his hand to pin the long hair hanging from the sideburns behind his ears, exhaling like blue: "I heard that you are rehearsing here, and you should be back very late, so I just stopped by."

".Comfortable?"

"Well, the strength is just right."

The last time when I was at Xing's house, although the follow-up process was completely interrupted by Sinon and the others who attacked in the middle, the heavy barrier between the two was finally broken a lot.

When there are no outsiders, everyone is much more at ease.

Squinting her eyes to feel the gentle force coming from her temples, Shiina Iori suddenly couldn't help but snorted, a little funny.

"what happened?"

Xing looked puzzled, and the strength in his hand became a little lighter.

"No, it's just a sudden association."

Shiina Iori stared directly at Xing in the dark, as if glowing with light, with a soft smile on his face: "When Xing was massaging just now, I suddenly felt like I had experienced seven years Itching to leave behind the déjà vu of a garbage middle-aged man who came to have a tryst with his lover in the car."

"...Probably an illusion."

"Hey, just thinking about it is kind of stupid."

"Om-"

There seemed to be a moment of silence in the dark carriage, and the speeding car shook accidentally for some reason.

The little secretary with glasses, who was sitting in the driver's seat, held the steering wheel tightly without turning her head.

Terashima Yuki's face, which had never been calm in ancient wells, somehow couldn't stop showing a bit of weirdness, and looked at the front row subtly.

There was a strange silence for a few seconds.

From the pitch-black passenger seat of the car, a familiar voice came faintly:

"Then, who is the yellow-faced woman in your family?"

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The smile on the young man's face gradually faded, and his expression gradually became stiff.

At this moment, Shiina Iori couldn't laugh anymore.

　Broken bowl~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)