【Fuji Tsuka】On how to fall in love when two people are seamless

Fuji called up a photo on his phone and showed it to Tezuka.

Tezuka only glanced at it, and saw a passport photo on the screen.A black-haired Japanese youth, about 25 or [-] years old, with outstanding looks, wearing a black suit, with an elite look, but what Tezuka couldn't agree with was that he was wearing a pair of pink-rimmed glasses.

Buer put the phone away, put it in his pocket, and said calmly, "The culprit."

Fuji narrowed his eyes coldly, and continued: "It's a pity that there is no recent photo. This is a photo of the ID that Ninzu found from the records. His surname is Inoue, and I don't remember the specific name, but he was still a member six years ago. The deputy editor-in-chief of one of the sports magazines of the Atobe Foundation, one of Shinozu's subordinates, was later fired for some things."

Tezuka frowned and asked, "Is he the one who leaked the photo of me and Chitose?"

Fuji coughed and scratched his head. Although he didn't intend to hide the secret filming of him six years ago, he still blushed because he was known so thoroughly.

"I secretly took pictures of you, you know?"

Tezuka said calmly: "It's half and half, it's actually a guess."

Tezuka also coughed: "Because I saw you in the coffee shop that day." He quickly glanced at Fuji, "I also saw many other reporters."

Bu Er helplessly smiled and said, "My lord minister is really frank."

Tezuka shrugged and said, "Because I didn't do anything shameful."

"Yes, yes..." Fuji raised his hands in surrender, really wondering if Tezuka knew how much impact his smile would have on female fans around the world.

"I saw you, you were taking pictures of me." Tezuka's voice was calm, as if he was talking about something unrelated to him, "After the photo was exposed, I guessed from the angle that the photo came from you, so I guessed that your photo was taken Someone stole it."

Tezuka pointed to the mobile phone in Fuji's arms, and asked, "It's him?"

Fuji expressed admiration for Tezuka's conjecture, touched his nose and wondered why there are people who understand him so well in this world.

Fuji said frankly: "He leaked it, but he didn't steal it. I added the photo in the email and sent it by mistake, and then withdrew it. I tried him on purpose."

Tezuka suddenly became serious.

Fuji briefly explained what happened that night.

Tezuka lowered his voice and asked, "Why?"

Undoubtedly, Tezuka was asking him why he tried to test his work partner for no reason.

Fuji sighed softly, smiled a little forcedly, and asked, "Being harassed, so I want to see if his character is worth it. Is this enough reason to continue to cooperate with him?"

Tezuka raised an eyebrow.

Fuji stood up and walked around in the lounge, suddenly amplified his voice, looking a little excited, but in Tezuka's eyes, Fuji was just acting coquettish.

"It's true. A lot of people I've worked with are privately over-exceeding, such as Yushi Ninzu, but his work ability leaves me speechless, but this man..."

Tezuka Kunimitsu shook his head and made a final decision: "This person must have done something unforgivable."

Bu Er smiled, and pointed his lower lip with his index finger, once and for a while, thinking lazily.

"Well...it's actually okay." Fuji looked a little confused, "I can't remember clearly, is it unforgivable? Is it okay to force me to kiss me on the back stairs of the magazine?"

"..." Tezuka fell silent for a moment, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Ha——" Fuji smiled shortly and smugly, as if he was very satisfied with Tezuka's performance. Yuta practices Jeet Kune Do moves..."

"..." It took Tezuka a long time to recover, he closed his lips, pursed them, and said, "It's really stupid."

"Hahahaha——" Fuji laughed, it was rare for Tezuka to use such a strong word to describe others, and it was accompanied by a little grinding sound, which made him very useful.

"Forget it." Fuji pretended to wave his hand generously, "I may also blame myself for this matter, because I accidentally glanced at him when I first came to Atobe Magazine, and he misunderstood."

"Oh?" Tezuka glanced at Fuji, his tone was dry, it sounded like a question, but in fact he was not curious at all.

Fuji closed his mouth, he looked at Tezuka and smiled guiltily, what he was thinking in his heart was - I would kill you today and not tell you I was looking at those pink glasses frames and thinking that pink would appear on your Tezuka Kunimitsu face What will happen, haha!

"So..." Fuji spread his hands, a little apologetic, "That's it, I tried him out, but he chose to sell the photos to the German tabloids and no one forced him. Then he was fired, and after many years There is no news, if Xiaojing hadn't found out, I would have almost forgotten about Senior Inoue."

Tezuka nodded, but didn't answer.

"I'm sorry!" Fuji clasped his hands together, "This turmoil is probably aimed at me, because I took over the publishing job of your biography and caused you trouble."

Tezuka tilted his head indifferently: "After that...?"

"Let Xiaojing Jingshi and Sanada worry about it from now on!" Fuer frowned, "The investor behind the whole incident is a big consortium that has been competing with Xiaojing, and Xiaojing, such a huge interest group, has nothing to do for the time being. Clean up, we can only fight each other in the commercial field in the future. But as for this person who sold you and Leonard's photo... hehe."

Fuji put on a sincere expression of promoting Sadaharu's special drink.

"After Inoue was fired, he couldn't gain a foothold in a formal news organization. He has been surviving on scraps for so many years. It's a pity that Sanada is very good at investigating blackmail cases of media practitioners, isn't he? In the past six years, Inoue committed a lot of crimes. If the case of using privacy to blackmail celebrity politicians is all handed over to Seiichi, he said that as long as he performs normally, Inoue may spend 30 years in prison."

Tezuka raised his chin, folded his hands on his chest, and asked, "Is it abnormal?"

Bu Er pursed his lips, did some calculations, and said, "In that case, it depends on whether Jingshi has time to deal with each of his cases separately. If each crime strives for the maximum sentence, Inoue may be charged with the crime. Spend your [-]th birthday in prison."

Fuji was amused by himself, but Tezuka didn't think it was funny, and nodded seriously and seriously: "That's a good ending."

Fuji let out a long cry, and suddenly moved closer, squeezing his brown head in front of Tezuka's eyes.

Phew—he blew vaguely on Tezuka's glasses.

"It's really not easy." Buer said slowly, "It's so cold, it's really different from the gentle look at the press conference."

"Ne, Tezuka."

"Cough cough."

Tezuka drew his left hand from the folded hands on his chest, and made a fist to his chin, only a few feet away from the inseparable skin.

He coughed twice half-truthfully, and he didn't know why, although the air conditioner in the lounge was not cold, but the two people in it were coughing one after another.

"No."

Tezuka said nonchalantly.

Fuji squeezed a little closer and asked, "Nothing?"

"No... gentleness." Tezuka explained awkwardly.

Buer backed away.

"Tezuka." Fuji sat back beside Tezuka again, and sent all the eyes from the ice blue eyes into Tezuka's eyes.

"Why did you suddenly make such a decision and make such a speech." Fuji asked him gently, "It will be very hard."

Tezuka froze for a moment, then fell silent.

Time ticked away, slipping away quietly, just like the 14 years of separation that passed silently among them in the past, quiet and cold.

Fuji looked at his watch and felt that the time was almost up, so he could only disturb Tezuka for half an hour.

Fuji stood up, packed his camera bag, and said to Tezuka: "Let's go back, you need to rest. You have to train tomorrow..."

"No two."

Tezuka suddenly grabbed Fuji's white hand and interrupted him hastily.

"Huh...?" Fuji smiled softly at him.

"Actually, I envy you."

Bu Er was stunned.

Tezuka frowned, seeing Buer's reaction, knowing that he was impulsive, he opened Buer's hand lightly.

Fuji Shusuke sat down again, Tezuka thought for a while, and continued: "I envy you very much, you have always had a clear, free, complete, self."

Bu Er was quite shocked, and in a trance, the blue ocean in his eyes was rippling.

Fuji asked softly: "Self? Tezuka Kunimitsu, no?"

Tezuka shook his head and closed his eyes tiredly.

"Yes, there used to be." Tezuka paused, "Until later, I got a lot of things, received help from too many people, was given a lot of expectations, and was crowned with more titles, identities, responsibilities, Obligation... I will always remember the instructions that Minister Yamato gave me on the court that year, and the instructions that let me go forward for myself."

"what……"

Fuji subconsciously responded.

Minister Yamato, move forward for yourself.

Yes, how could he forget it? Although he wasn’t there, he was not far away. Every game in the U17 training camp in Japan was remembered. How could he forget this one? Tezuka decided to go to What about the German campaign?

It was that game that changed so many things.

Bu Er muttered to himself.

"Minister Yamato, what a great minister."

"Just, Tezuka."

"Who is there who can find a clear, complete and free 'self' so easily?"

Fuji lightly raised his hand, caressing Tezuka's sculpted and sharp side face, and then clung to him tenderly.

"Ne, Tezuka. It took me 14 years to find myself."

And who can easily pass through the 14 years of never turning back for the sake of self.

He remembered everything he had experienced in the past.

Sad and proud.

He has been through too many things.He encountered an avalanche when he was photographing snow-capped mountains with the project team in college, and a female photographer with him lost his life forever. This made him almost unable to hold the camera and take a photo for a long time.

Then he went to a TV station, and in order to avoid picking up the camera, he became the host of a travel show, and traveled to many places, but after visiting many backward and remote towns, he had a heated argument with the program planner. At that time, Buer insisted on paying equal attention to tourism and charity promotion, but the producer desperately charged "ad placement fees" for popular scenic spots, and the two broke up unhappy.

Since then, he has entered radio and television programs, and has won greater freedom in program production, but has fallen into the dilemma of "program concept" and "commercial natural selection".

With the help of Yuta and his family, Fuji continued to search, work hard, and study. With the help of Yuta and his family, he climbed the snow mountain again with the company of Yukimura and Shiraishi.

He began to learn book planning, journalist skills and the operation of SNS accounts.

All the way forward, constantly bumping into walls, it seems that the genius can control everything with ease, but who knows the price and sweat behind the scenery.

Only when you look back after climbing to the top, will you understand the meaning of every trough you have waded through.

To, find, myself.

Clear, free, whole, that "I".

I understand Tezuka.

He probably understands Tezuka better than anyone else in the world.

This man, perhaps the moment he picked up a tennis racket, knew what kind of person he would become in this life.

But it is not him who is under the spotlight of the media, and it is not him who the people of the country are eagerly looking forward to, and it is not even him who is alone on the tennis court.

No two understand.

That year when Qingxue defeated Li Hai and won the first place in the country, he was the one who smiled in the stands of the tennis court.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, besides tennis, still has other loves.

"...Besides tennis, I still love you."

Fuji's feather-like hands gently scratched Tezuka's cheek.

"But don't worry, take your time... I believe you..."

Buer smiled his eyes into crescent moons.

"Ne, Tezuka. It took all of us 14 years to get back together here, didn't we?"

Finally, Tezuka and Fuji ended their conversation and left separately.

Atobe started to call Fuji like crazy again, now it is troublesome, Fuji did not dare to delay, and answered the phone after watching Tezuka drive away.

Atobe on the other end of the phone said that Inoue was now under the control of his people, and was clamoring to see each other.

Bu Er said impatiently: "What is there to see? Xiao Jing, don't you lock him up? Otherwise, he will come back and charge you with illegal imprisonment in court. The gain outweighs the gain. It is enough to hand over the evidence to the police. "

"Thinking too much." Atobe rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone, "But he said he would do seppuku if he didn't see you. The people I sent couldn't let him die, could they?"

Fuji was dumb, and asked, "So serious?"

Atobe snorted: "I have illegally invaded private land many times, violated and sold other people's privacy, blackmailed, and owed a huge debt... Now that we are caught, it really needs an inhuman will to survive if you want to live. "

Bu Er echoed twice, and said, "Okay, I'll go there."

Soon, the driver of the queen's house appeared in front of Fuji with two bodyguards. Looking at the gorgeous configuration, Fuji suddenly had the illusion that the perpetrator was not Inoue, but Fuji Zhousuke.

All the way without talking, Buer finally saw the down-and-out man in an apartment near Shinagawa, Tokyo.Huadi has been guarding outside the house, and when Buer entered the house, Huadi was still guarding in front of him conscientiously.

"It's okay." Fuji patted Huadi's shoulder calmly, "Let me talk to him alone, after all, he couldn't beat me back then, didn't he, Inoue-senior~"

In an instant, a pair of bloodshot eyes shot a fierce and resentful light from the room. The room was very dark, and Huachi turned on the light for Fuji, and then exited the apartment.

"Finally, you have shown up……"

The sound above the well was broken like a ghost. He was lying on the sofa dejectedly. It seemed that he hadn’t eaten or slept properly for a few days. The sofa was surrounded by various wine bottles, and there were many sports magazines and newspapers scattered around. After flipping through it, I saw three or four negative reports about Tezuka.

Bu Er smiled softly.

Maintaining his innate elegance, he bent down slowly, bowed to Jing Shanghan, and said, "Long time no see, I have neglected to greet you."

Buer remembers that Inoue also graduated from the Department of Journalism of Dongdae University, but he is four years older than him. Since he entered the school, he has no chance to call him a senior, but his status as a senior is there. neglected.

"Hmph." The downcast man on the sofa snorted, adjusted his glasses that had been tilted to one side, and stood up from the sofa with difficulty. He was slightly taller than Buer, and even reached the ceiling when he stood up The hanging chandelier made two bangs, and the dim lights in the room shattered and swayed.

There is an illusion of watching Hong Kong movies in the 80s.

Inoue approached Fuji, his voice was hollow and hoarse: "Long time no see, haha, Fuji Shusuke, it's been a long time!! You finally appeared, finally appeared..."

Suddenly he roared, hysterical: "Even though you came to see my tragic end, I finally forced you to show up, I won, hahahaha - I forced you out, I didn't lose!! !"

Buer tilted his head, and even said obediently: "I didn't come to add insult to injury, senior."

Buer said very sincerely: "Xiao Jing said that you might commit suicide, so I came here because I hope you can live, no matter how heinous the crime, I still hope you can live well, not for your predecessors, but for me. Respect every life, and respect the parents who brought you up and sent you to Dongdae."

"you shut up------"

Inoue yelled.

Bu Er's indifference made the man in front of him collapse even more, his face was ugly, very ugly, he ran away violently and swept away all the cold dead things in front of him, mad like a trapped beast fighting.

"Since six years ago, I have vowed to destroy you, the people you care about, and everything about you!" Inoue complained viciously, "It was you who set me up to be fired by Ninzu, and let me Unable to gain a foothold in the news industry, do you know how hard I worked to get into Atobe Keigo Magazine? Do you know how many opponents I killed before I could climb to the position of deputy editor?"

Thinking in the storm, with his right hand resting on his chin, Fuji asked, "What does that have to do with me?"

"You are all geniuses... one by one, the proud sons of heaven." Inoue complained, "Kego Atobe, the only heir to the consortium, was born with a golden key in his mouth. He doesn't have to do anything, just snap his fingers." I can get everything that I can’t get in my whole life.”

"Cough cough cough——" Inoue coughed frantically, "Ninzuzu Yushi, what kind of Kansai genius is just a swinger. With the unclear relationship with Master Atobe, he can surpass me right after graduation. On my head, I am a senior! Senior!!!"

"Cough cough cough cough, and you—" Inoue stared fiercely at Fuji, "You're just a kid at 22 years old, aren't you?! With a camera I don't know what it means, why can I get so many resources? , Relying on the title of genius? Isn’t it just relying on the old acquaintance with Atobe! You have a detached position, you can freely enter and exit the editorial department, and let everyone wait for your photo to be posted on the page, waiting for your interview draft, Stand tall, be proud of yourself..."

Suddenly, Inoue rushed up quickly, and with brute force pressed Fuji to the door panel again, condescending and trapping him greedily.

"Hehehehe——" the man let out a strange, sharp laugh, "I want to overwhelm you, I want to overwhelm you from the first time I met you, whether it is work or body, I will overwhelm you , hehehehehe——"

Bang, Bu Er was forced to hit the door panel by brute force, knocked his head slightly, but he seemed to have anticipated the scene in front of him.

He raised his eyelids, and a trace of contempt flashed in his ice blue eyes.

Fuji Zhousuke sighed and asked, "It's been a long time, six or seven years, isn't it?"

On the well, he was at a loss.

Bu Er smiled, and said indifferently: "After such a long time, no matter how painful the wound was at that time, it should be healed, so the scar is healed and the pain is forgotten, but I don't mind letting you return to your hometown again, senior!"

After finishing speaking, there was a continuous loud bang, and Fuji turned sideways and threw the man in front of him over his shoulder, and neatly knocked down the man who was half a head taller than him to the ground.

"Fuer-kun." Huadi knocked on the door, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Fuji clapped his hands, and said with a smile, "Thanks to Tezuka who has been practicing judo, I can see it all these years."

Buer tidied up his clothes for the last time, glanced at the sprawled man on the ground, opened the door, and said, "Farewell."

"Fuji Shusuke------"

Inoue yelled out at last.

"Aren't you afraid that I will expose that secret?! Tezuka Kunimitsu, the man he confessed to in public is you!"

Fuji turned his head to look at him and asked, "I don't understand, should I be afraid?"

"Hahahahaha——" Inoue hysterically said, "Of course you will be afraid. With this scandal behind your back, you have kept it from the media for so many years, isn't it because of fear?! If you were not afraid, how could you hide behind the camera for so many years? ?! Haha, hahahaha!!!”

At this time, Huadi outside the apartment greeted him, and invited Fuji out of the door.

"Don't go...don't go..."

"I'm going to destroy you, I'm going to completely destroy you and Tezuka Kunimitsu!!!"

The people in the apartment were still yelling, and Huadi closed the door in disgust, blocking all his crazy sounds.

Just before the door was closed, Fuji Zhousuke took one last look of pity at the former deputy editor-in-chief.

"As inferior as you are, you will never be able to understand all the feelings between Fuji Shusuke and Tezuka Kunimitsu."

Fuji turned and left the apartment building, looking up at the first moonlight.

Ne, Tezuka.This long day is finally over.