Reborn in Tokyo, forced to become an idol seiyuu

Chapter 159 155. About 1.2 Uchida stallions

The two of them took the tram silently all the way to the platform of the apartment.

Sakurai Jun has always wanted to chat and see Sakura Lingyin's reaction, but the girl didn't give him a chance, and always did other things when he wanted to speak, he felt as if he was completely figured out.

He really became the younger brother, possibly forever.

"I'm tired, carry me on your back."

"Sister Lingyin, I won't be able to react so suddenly, and I'm still carrying..."

He watched the girl hold the bag in her hand, then raised her eyebrows at him as a signal.

Sakurai Hayao turned and squatted down, waited for the tight body behind him to press the weight on him, stood up with a smile and jerked upwards, and then he was beaten.

"Sure enough, sister Lingyin has grown up a bit... um, she's grown up, so why don't you make dim sum in the future?"

His trembling voice was noticed, and the girl who was carrying him relaxed, making him feel the hidden beauty.

"Then go to the convenience store. There just happened to be a new product introduced recently. Both Daxi and I think it's delicious."

"It's so good, I want to try it too."

"Then do it yourself. There are ingredients list, production method and so on. If you work hard, you can do it, right?"

Sakurai Hayao's vision was somewhat covered, it was because the girl's hair was really elongated, he smiled and moved his nostrils.

"I'm not the protagonist of a shonen manga, it's fine if I don't know how to work hard."

"Really? What's with that song?"

"That's why I said it was an adaptation..."

A small hand raised a finger around his mouth, and when he stopped talking, he shook it mischievously, and the warm wind appeared in his ear.

"I haven't heard it, Sakura, I can say I've heard it all."

The girl's voice was very playful. If it was face to face, he thought it would be the kind of person who opened one eye, stretched out her hand and raised her index finger and leaned forward, and her expression would be cute like "You better tell the truth" appearance.

"That's a song that isn't popular, the kind that can't be heard in your ears, Miss Ling Yin."

Sakurai Hayao's tone was firm, but he was not very sure in his heart. As he integrated into the life here, things that were not clear in his mind became more and more blurred.

"Ha, just take it as you said, okay, can you sing it for me again?"

"Of course! But speaking of it, I actually have another version here, do you want to hear it? Maybe it's a little too much."

"You sing first."

Saya Sakurai supported the girl who was uncomfortable because of her posture, thought for a while and began to sing another song, or the lyrics that felt like the original version.

During the live broadcast, he changed some of the original words, so he could still be called "love" or something like that. If he sang that kind of confession words, it would really be sticking to his face.

When they were alone, he decided to be willful.

As the singing sounded, the smile on Sakurai Hayao's face became wider, because he noticed Sakura Lingyin's occasional shortness of breath and shy little movements.

He should need to rub his own arm when he gets home, he thought so and shook his arm up again.

Originally, the road to the apartment downstairs was not so long, Sakurai Jun deliberately slowed down, and just finished singing at the door.

Kneeling down to put the girl down, realizing that she hadn't left, he smiled, and said in a somewhat thankful tone, "So it's lucky, right, there is no singing like this just now..."

The guitar bag in front of him was stuffed into his hand, and when he was about to ask, he felt a fleeting softness on his cheek.

When Sakurai Jun came back to his senses, he was the only figure left at the quiet entrance of the corridor.

He dazedly touched the side face that was attacked just now, then hugged the guitar bag tightly, and went back to the room with a dazed expression.

When I went to the bathroom to wash up, I was still struggling, and finally patted my face and cleaned it with face wash.

After reading a book as usual, I picked up the phone a few times and put it down. When I finally made a decision, the phone rang.

Picking it up excitedly, his expression froze instantly.

Displayed above is the name of Akita Chuanhito.

"Sakurai-kun, you shouldn't bother me."

"Yes."

"Uh, the voice is very strange, is it really okay?"

"Ming Tian-san, what's the matter?"

He turned the book in his hand to another page. It didn't look very good at first, and it became even more boring.

"Ah, well, I have checked Sakurai-kun's songs carefully, and there is no repetition as you said, so I registered the copyright in your name. If you have time, let's complete the verification as soon as possible?"

"I don't really care about this, is there anything else?"

Sakurai Jun frowned, he really didn't care, not to mention that he was not the author, even the part he sang was not satisfactory, even if it was stolen, it was not a big deal.

At most, let the Sakura family sue him. If someone wants to steal a song written for his daughter, Sakura Lingyin's father will definitely care.

"Ahahaha, really, is this the indifference of a genius? I was really defeated by you, well, then I have time to solve it. It is not urgent to register, and there is nothing else to do. Goodbye. "

"bye."

Sakurai Jun felt that his mood had calmed down again, he didn't know what to say, and then called Sakura Lingyin.

Connected right away.

One second, two seconds, five seconds...

It's like two people who just started talking on the phone can only hear each other's breathing.

"Say something, you embarrass me like this."

"Hmm... To be honest, I don't know what to say, right! Sister Ling Yin, you..."

The girl's hasty voice interrupted him.

"If you don't know what to say, let me tell you. I'm going home again tomorrow. Zhishen has said that she wants to eat something you made, so you can just prepare some. I will come to pick it up at nine o'clock tomorrow. So, good night."

Looking at the mobile phone showing that the call was hung up, Sakurai Hayao blinked, feeling the urge to hide his head under the pillow.

If someone comes at this time, they may think he is crazy, and they will also sigh with emotion about his lung capacity, and he can laugh for so long under the pillow.

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"A lot, I have my share in it?"

Sakurai Hayao tentatively stroked the girl's hair with his hands, and she just shook her head slightly and continued to look at him suspiciously.

"Because I didn't know what to do, I chose wagashi in the end. Some of them are raw fruits, and I wrapped them in beautiful paper. Let sister Lingyin enjoy them with her parents today."

As he spoke, he opened one of the bags and pointed to a paper bag inside which was obviously more delicate than the others.

Sakura Lingyin nodded, took it and took a step back with a thoughtful expression.

"Or, will you go with me?"

"No, no, please forgive me. Sister Lingyin said hello to Aunt Zhishen for me. I like the brands and clothes she gave me very much."

The girl pursed her lips, her eyes were crooked, she rolled her cute eyes at him who was laughing, she turned and left without saying anything.

Sakurai Hayao watched her figure disappear before his eyes, sighed, shook his head and entered the room.

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"It's rare, you still remember to come back and bring us a gift... Where did you buy this snack?"

Sakura Lingyin hugged her mother who disliked her cutely, and said casually, "Your junior did it."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to it."

"Where's Ya Wen?"

"He said he didn't want to see you and was afraid he would ground you."

"Why, I still have a job."

Sakura Lingyin puffed her mouth uprightly, but her tone was a little resentful.

Then a magazine appeared in front of her eyes.

"That's it, it's completely incomprehensible."

Sakura Chishin turned on the TV, and it was the video of last night's live broadcast.

"...Let's eat wagashi, this is what my junior woke up early in the morning to make~"

"That child plays the piano well, and I don't know if the skill of making dim sum will be... delicious."

Sakura Shishin looked at his smug daughter in surprise.

"How did he fall in love with you?"

"Zhishen!"

(End of this chapter)