Reborn Japan for entertainment

Chapter 95
If someone invites you to dinner, of course, go!

Kiyoshi Sakamoto, who has never had a chance to eat and drink at Fukuyama Masaharu's house, was very happy when he heard that his teacher wanted to invite him to eat at home, and he didn't think too much about it. Why did Fukuyama call him at this point in time? Go home by yourself.

Contact feelings?That definitely doesn't exist. Originally, the two masters and apprentices were like that. Although they seldom make phone calls, they always miss each other very much. There is no need to make special contact at all. The relationship is good.

It just didn't show it.

Therefore, Kiyoshi Sakamoto didn't think about the reason anymore, but just happily waited for the arrival of night.

Although the sales in the first week did not win the Oricon chart, but in order to catch up with Lan, we must continue to work hard to promote and run the announcements as much as possible. Only in this way can we regain the championship in the Oricon chart in the next single sales period .

This is Kiyoshi Sakamoto's idea, and it is also the idea shared by the three of THE SUN.

After all, whether Kiyoshi Sakamoto or THE SUN, so far, Kiyoshi Sakamoto's two singles and THE SUN's single have won the Oricon chart in the first week of release.

But now, this record has been broken by Lan.

Although the three of them don't care too much about these boring records, no matter who they are, they will feel unwilling to lose by a slight disadvantage in the duel.

Obviously, it's just a little bit worse, a little bit. . .

Therefore, the three of them seized all the time to promote the single, starting at two o'clock in the afternoon, running around, fan meeting, signing, until seven o'clock in the evening, dragging their tired bodies back to their respective at home.

Kiyoshi Sakamoto, who had just returned home, resisted the idea of ​​falling headfirst into the soft bed, walked into the bathroom and took a shower in order to refresh his mind.

Kiyoshi Sakamoto stood in the bathroom, letting the water from the shower slowly flow from his head, onto his body, onto the ground, and finally into the drain.

He just stood there blankly, his head blank.

Ring Ring Ring! ! !
Suddenly, the mobile phone placed outside the bathroom suddenly rang.

At this time, Sakamoto Kiyoshi seemed to be frightened, and suddenly his body shook and moved.

First, he turned off the shower, picked up the towel beside him, wiped it briefly, tied the towel around his lower body, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked out.

Picking up the phone, I saw the caller ID, it was Fukuyama Masaharu! ! !
Kiyoshi Sakamoto looked at the time on his phone in a panic, and found that it was almost eight o'clock.

At this time, Kiyoshi Sakamoto realized that he had been taking a bath for too long just now, and he had forgotten the time.

"What should I do, I'm going to be late, or tell a white lie?" Kiyoshi Sakamoto racked his brains to think of an excuse for being late in order to avoid being taught by Masaharu Fukuyama.

"Physical discomfort type: stomach pain; food poisoning, diarrhea; acute gastritis..."

"Accidental type: helping the old lady to cross the road on the road; there was a car accident ahead, and the traffic was jammed; when she pooped, she fell into the toilet..."

"Nonsense type: I went on a date and just came back; I went out to have sex, and I'm not free; your food is not good, so I don't want to go..."

"Looking for death: I just don't want to go to your house, bite me."

"Which reason should I choose to let Uncle Fukuyama know that I was late unintentionally?" Sakamoto Kiyoshi still pretended to be thinking.

These thoughts only exist in Kiyoshi Sakamoto's mind, dozens of thoughts per second, but the reality is that Kiyoshi Sakamoto has not answered the call from Masaharu Fukuyama yet.

"It seems that these are not very reliable..."

Ring Ring Ring! ! !
The phone continued to remind Kiyoshi Sakamoto that Fukuyama was very angry and the consequences would be serious.

There was no way, Sakamoto Kiyoshi could only connect to the phone.

"Moshi, Moshi, I'm..."

"I know who you are! I called you." Fukuyama on the other end of the phone directly interrupted Kiyoshi Sakamoto and said.

"Uh, that..." Sakamoto Kiyoshi heard Fukuyama's tone, and knew that Fukuyama Masaharu felt a little unhappy that Sakamoto Kiyoshi hadn't appeared in his home at this time.

"Where are you? Why haven't you come yet?" Fukuyama asked, interrupting Kiyoshi Sakamoto's intention to speak again.

Originally, Sakamoto was thinking of telling a white lie, but at this time, he was also persuaded, and said directly, "I'm still at home..."

"What are you doing at home? What's the matter?" Fukuyama asked calmly.

"Well, I said it, you promise me, don't be angry, I really didn't mean it." Sakamoto Kiyoshi wanted Fukuyama to promise not to be angry first, and then tell the reason.

"Let's talk." Fukuyama was also curious. This guy is usually punctual. Although he likes to sleep in, he will arrive early when something happens. So Fukuyama was surprised that Kiyoshi Sakamoto was late for the first time.

"Well, I just got home at seven o'clock, because I just came back from the announcement, I was very tired, so I wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower and refresh myself, but it turned out..." Kiyoshi Sakamoto was still struggling in his mind for the last time , Do you want to tell the truth, after all, that is stupid.

"What happened?" Fukuyama asked.

"I was drenched there, so I lost my mind, and finally forgot the agreed time..." In the end, Sakamoto Kiyoshi still didn't engage in those stupid things, and said directly, why his own points are still there. family reasons.

. . . .

After Sakamoto Kiyoshi finished speaking, the other end of the phone was quiet.

After being silent for a long time, Kiyoshi Sakamoto, who was uneasy, finally heard Fukuyama's voice again.

"Then hurry up and come here now, I've already prepared the dishes, you just come here." From Fukuyama's tone, Kiyoshi Sakamoto didn't hear any unhappiness, anger, or anything, just plain.

"Oh, okay, I'll be there right away, very soon." Kiyoshi Sakamoto put the phone away immediately after hanging up the phone in Fukuyama, and hurried into the bedroom, performing the art of dressing at the speed of light.

Five minutes later, Kiyoshi Sakamoto went out, stepped on the bicycle he bought not long ago, and pedaled vigorously towards his destination, Fukuyama's house, also in Meguro District.

A quarter of an hour later, Sakamoto Kiyoshi parked the car downstairs at Fukuyama's house, out of breath, and took the elevator up by himself.

When he came to the door of Fukuyama's apartment, Kiyoshi Sakamoto rang the doorbell.

Ding dong ding dong. . .

Footsteps were heard inside.

When the footsteps reached the door, they stopped for a moment.

Fukuyama should be looking through the cat's eyes to see who is outside.

Click, the door was opened.

It was Fukuyama Masaharu who opened the door.

The national male god Fukuyama is wearing a long-sleeved sweater and a pair of loose home pants. Well, in private, Fukuyama is a very laid-back and lazy person.

Kiyoshi Sakamoto first bowed and apologized to his teacher, "Sorry, teacher. I'm late."

"It's okay, come in." For some reason, Fukuyama at this time was not as strict with Sakamoto Kiyoshi as usual, and just greeted Sakamoto Kiyoshi in a very flat manner.

Even if Sakamoto Kiyoshi came to his home at eight o'clock than the agreed time, more than 20 minutes later, Fukuyama would not express anything.

In the past, Fukuyama would definitely grab Sakamoto Kiyoshi the moment he opened the door, and rub the knife on his scalp.

Kiyoshi Sakamoto never wanted to experience that feeling again.

However, today's Fukuyama did not do that, but just like this, let the matter be gently exposed.

Sakamoto Kiyoshi took off his shoes, changed into indoor slippers at the entrance, and walked into Fukuyama's house.

This is the first time Kiyoshi Sakamoto has come to Fukuyama's house.

Because sometimes, Kiyoshi Sakamoto’s mother, Hirako Sakamoto, would ask Kiyoshi Sakamoto to go home to get some delicious food, and give some to Masaharu Fukuyama. Therefore, Kiyoshi Sakamoto often brought delicious food to Fukuyama’s house. .

Therefore, Kiyoshi Sakamoto was already familiar with the structure of the Fukuyama family.

Through the hallway, you reach the living room.

"You go to the sofa to make it first, and I'll heat up the dishes first." Fukuyama said to Sakamoto Kiyoshi.

"Oh, I'm helping too." Sakamoto Kiyoshi was still a little bit drummed in his heart, and he was very uncomfortable with this strange feeling now.

"No, I'll go. You should sit down and have a rest. You've had a lot of work recently, so you're tired. It's just a matter of reheating the food. I'll take care of it." Fukuyama treated Sakamoto Kiyoshi with a very gentle tone.

However, Sakamoto Kiyoshi could hear the concern in Fukuyama's words in Fukuyama's words.

"Could it be that the teacher thinks that I've been working a lot recently to promote the single, and I'm very tired, so that's why I treat me so gently???" Kiyoshi Sakamoto thought about this possibility in his mind.

"That's good." Kiyoshi Sakamoto sat obediently on the sofa in the living room and took a rest.

Because Sakamoto came here on his bicycle with all his strength, he had a lot of exercise along the way, and he sweated a lot. It happened that he had time to wipe his sweaty head.

Soon, after Fukuyama heated up the food, Sakamoto Kiyoshi and Fukuyama were seated in the restaurant.

The master-student dinner, let's start.

"I'm going to start." Kiyoshi Sakamoto clasped his hands together, holding the chopsticks, and said seriously.

"I'm going to start." The same goes for Fukuyama.

The staple food of this meal made by Fukuyama is beef hot pot.

At this time, Kiyoshi Sakamoto stuffed beef into his mouth, and asked indistinctly, "Teacher, you asked me to come here, not just to cook for me."

"Well, more than that, there is mainly something I want to tell you." Fukuyama was also talking while eating beef, but his eating style was much better than that of Sakamoto Kiyoshi.

Elegant and handsome.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Kiyoshi Sakamoto picked up another large piece of beef and put it in his bowl.

"Well, that is, do you want me to help you?" Fukuyama put down the chopsticks in his hand, with a feeling of discomfort in his eyes.

"Eh? What do you mean?" Kiyoshi Sakamoto didn't know what Fukuyama was talking about, help?What help?
"That is, your single, do you want me to help you promote it?" Fukuyama's tone was somewhat uncomfortable.

"Eh??!!!"

Snapped!
The chopsticks in Kiyoshi Sakamoto's hand fell to the ground.

　A new week is here again, book friends, please let me see your tickets, please?thank you! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)