Reborn in Tokyo, forced to become an idol seiyuu

Chapter 43 43. Hope Can Backfire
It was already ten o'clock after returning home, and without doing anything, Sakurai Hayao went straight to bed and rested, sleeping in the Internet cafe was really not comfortable.

It was already past five o'clock when he woke up, and he just felt that he had wasted the whole afternoon.

Without thinking about it, he washed up a bit, changed into a chef uniform, and left the stall directly.

When he got to the place, he was surprised to find that there were many people waiting there. He didn't come to buy ramen after he got there, he just pointed there, as if he just came to watch the excitement.

After looking at the specific members of the team, Sakurai Hayao understood a little bit. Most of the people here are not too old. Think about the anime that was played at the time of the underworld in the morning.

Thanks to the unknown reporter lady here.

Sakurai Jun ignored them, and after a while the food was delivered, but for some reason, there seemed to be a commotion over there.

After Sakurai Hayao sorted out the ingredients, he looked at those people expectantly.

As a result, when he looked over, he didn't know whether it was a discussion or something, and the crowd that had gathered soon disappeared.

He was a little disappointed. He originally thought that he could increase the passenger flow and go back to rest early at night.

"Sakurai-kun, I want to teach you a truth, no matter how close you are, you still need to know the value of money, not to mention that you and I are only a little familiar."

I don't know what happened after I finished speaking, maybe it was because I felt from my heart that the person in front of me could be trusted when we met for the first time, Sakurai Jun added.

The fans(?) are really clueless this year.

Not long after the real customers came, Sakurai Jun put away his little thoughts and began to concentrate on selling ramen.

The clerk is not surprised, and she has seen even weirder people, and the actions of the handsome guy are all good-looking.

Fortunately, I visited the neighborhood two days ago, otherwise I'm afraid I won't have a chance today.

Just when Sakurai Jun thought he left after eating ramen again, "Why didn't you show up yesterday?"

Sakurai Jun looked at Sakura Masaki who suddenly educated himself, confused, and could only explain: "I know, it's just that last time I said that the ramen here is only 500 yen a piece, you give it every time you come. Many.

It turned out that they just came to watch, even if two people ordered a ramen.

Sakura Yawen's body froze immediately, and the action of taking out the phone with his right hand stopped in mid-air. He didn't know what expression he should have now, it should be ugly.

Seeing Sakurai Hayao expressing such emotion, Sakura Masaki had nothing to say, and could only echo, "You're right, a hangover is hard work."

Putting away the cell phone he took out without a trace, he glanced at his watch artificially, and then offered his farewell, and he could hardly bear the embarrassment if he stayed any longer.

Sakurai Yawen immediately felt his anger come out again, and clenched his hands under the table, deciding that if Sakurai Jun said something that should not be said for a while, let him experience the dangers of society.

Sakura Masaki didn't say anything, just nodded at him, and then walked out of the ramen cart.

Sakura Yawen took a deep breath, he also knew that he was not calm.

After arriving at the place, looking at the clerk who seemed to be reluctant to close the door because of his appearance, Sakurai Jun expressed emotion.

Today's sale is really fast, and it ended just after eight o'clock. It seems that Sakurai Jun wants to take back his previous thoughts.

In his puzzled eyes, he patted his shoulder, "You are good, very good."

Sakura Masaki continued to ask a little strangely, he didn't know which answer he was expecting.

Sakura Yawen coughed, "Really? I've been too busy these two days and forgot, so that's it, I'm leaving."

"That's it? Then why do I feel that you don't look very good? Did something else happen last night? If you are not in good health, you still have to go to the hospital."

Sakurai Jun raised his head when he heard this, and gave him a slightly moved look, "Thank you Uncle Yawen for your concern, I just didn't get a good rest last night."

As for Uncle Yawen?

Sakurai Jun shook his head to let go of the doubts in his heart, since others are praising him anyway, so just accept it.

Sakura Masaki has been in a bad mood since the morning, when he knew that Sakurai Jun didn't go home last night, and this morning he came out of Sakura Lingyin's shared apartment again.

They are not yet of age!

Sakurai Hayao didn't know that Sakura Masahiro had already thought about it, so he just sighed and said:
"Although it was the first time I did this kind of thing last night, I was very curious. Why would someone be addicted to it? It's obviously very hard."

Looking at Sakura Masaki who just sat down without saying a word, Sakurai Hayao felt that if he thought about buying a lottery ticket for a while and not winning, would he be able to realize the freedom of wealth?

"That's right, I just fell asleep. I didn't even turn on my computer. It's a bit of a loss."

What's more, there were three girls living in it last night, which was a bit outrageous, and he hoped to hear his explanation.

Sakurai Jun watched him take out a cute wallet again, but this time it was yellow, and felt that the middle-aged man was a bit hard.

Then he opened his mouth and reminded: "Well, Uncle Yawen, you don't need to pay for your ramen."

No longer thinking about anything, he tried to clear his mind, closed his eyes, and kept thinking in his heart that he would not win the lottery.

Uncle Yawen, what's the matter with you?You won't be angry because you didn't eat the ramen I cooked? "

When the money is paid off, even if you don't tell me, uncle, I will ask you for it. "

"What's wrong with you, uncle? It feels so strange."

This time his body froze was even more obvious, and his expression suddenly became serious:

After all, today ended an hour early, and Sakurai Jun felt that he would not be able to wait for him today, and the fact that he slapped him in the face for the second time.

After speaking, he stood up, paused for a while as if thinking about something, then turned to look at Sakurai Jun.

"Ah...thank you?"

It happened that he was also quite hungry, so he put the two reserved ramen noodles into the pot, and he was going to solve it all by himself.

The boiling ramen pot woke him up, he stopped thinking about it, Sakurai Jun took out two servings of ramen, and then the two of them ate the ramen in tacit understanding.

"Oh, by the way, I went to my senior's apartment to make some food for them when I got up in the morning. Looking at them, it's really hard to be hungover."

Then the idea of ​​buying a lottery ticket appeared in my mind irresistibly. Anyway, today is already so weird, so I won’t lose money if I try it.

Sakurai Jun looked at Sakura Masaki strangely, wondering why he was so angry.

"What's the matter?" Sakura Yawen had already calmed down, and her right hand had already touched her mobile phone.

After making a decision, Sakurai Jun packed up his things quickly, dragged the ramen cart back home quickly, put away his things without taking a shower, changed his clothes, and went straight to the Fucai shop near his home.

"You just went to the Internet cafe to sleep last night?"

"Go to the Internet cafe, it's really tiring. I just slept in it. I really can't imagine how powerful a person can live in it forever."

"Last night, I went to the dinner party for the sound audition, and it was past eight o'clock when it ended, so I didn't come.

Without praying for a few seconds, Sakurai Hayao opened his eyes. When selecting a number, he randomly lost a few strings of numbers, just betting on luck.

After getting his receipt, Sakurai Jun walked out of the store, looked back at the clerk who was about to close the door, and calmed down.

He felt that he had done something stupid, slapped his face, and went straight home to sleep.

Waking up early the next morning, looking at the bills on the bedside table, the sober Sakurai Hayao just felt bad.

But think about it and gamble on luck, what if?
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