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

In 20XX, Tokyo hosted the X World Olympic Games that year.

Fuji Shusuke, 28 years old.

Journalist, photographer, freelance writer.

Former radio talk show anchor, former TV Tokyo travel show host.

After 2010, Japan's most outstanding planner of best-selling books, among which the three best-selling books achieved the honor of 1000 million prints worldwide.

However, Fuji's latest identity is an account manager with 600 million fans on Twitter, who posts his cactus growing diary every day.In his own words, the country across the ocean has a good word to describe him-Internet celebrity.

Three hours ago, Fujisuke stayed up all night for 37 hours, and finally finished a set of 10 photos for the "New Explorer" magazine. It was the first time he completed independent underwater photography. Coral in the Great Barrier Reef of Australia.

Fuji Shusuke spent the past 16 years constantly changing his identity and experience, telling everyone that he is an absolute genius.

It's just that no matter how legendary a genius is, there are always some things that he is not good at, such as remembering to eat on time, and remembering that he has invited someone to dinner.

"Fu Er Zhou Zhu, I limit you to go downstairs within 5 minutes."

After picking up the phone, Fuji was not surprised to hear the gorgeous and domineering voice of the CEO of the Atobe Consortium, with a little anger and a little habit.

Buer rubbed his eyes, yawned, and asked, "Did I ask you out for dinner?"

The person on the other end of the phone exhausted his upbringing so that he didn't say something unpleasant, and said: "Yes, the car that picked you up has been downstairs for half an hour, get out of here!"

Knowing that he was wrong, he could only tell him that he was working on photo editing for a magazine under his banner.As for... In fact, there is no need to tell the group boss about such a trivial matter as three days past the deadline.

Atobe hung up the phone viciously, and Fuji got up to wash up.

Today's weather is good, and I greeted my own cactus one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven in the sun at twelve noon before going downstairs to leave home.When the door was closed, the news app on Buer's smartphone seemed to push him a message, but he didn't care, and missed it with a slip of his hand.

Half an hour later, Fuji arrived at Atobe's office in Shinjuku, Tokyo.As soon as he opened the door and entered, Huadi came in with a food truck.

There are so many kinds of cars in that car, and they are resplendent and resplendent. Buer even suspects that they are not edible at all.

The genius who had forgotten the last time he ate was immediately hungry, picked up a piece of bread and put it in his mouth rudely, his face still remained indifferent and elegant.

He slowly sat down on the sofa, swallowed a mouthful of wheat-scented bread, and said to his friend on the other side of the desk with a bad face, "Eat, Xiaojing, don't be angry, you're starving yourself."

Fuer Chao Hua nodded to express his thanks, and then asked, "You delivered the food today? Where's Yushi?"

Huadi was silent for a while, and Fuji immediately realized that something was wrong. After all, Huadi had been quite silent all along, and it was not easy to see the difference between being silent and being more silent.

It took Huadi 30 seconds to pack everything up and left the office. Seeing him riding like a horse, Buer turned to look at the trace department in wonder, while "Her Majesty the Queen" in front of the French window just took a sip of black tea indifferently , said back.

"Go back to Kansai."

Buer took another bite of the bread, and said, "Work? Visit relatives? Fight with Qian?"

Atobe let out a snort, this behavior was extremely inconsistent with his proud and self-sufficient appearance.

"broke up."

Crack, the bread in Bu's second hand fell onto his upturned Erlang's legs.

There are really fewer and fewer things that can surprise a genius who is not surprised.

After thinking for a while, Bu Er said something that was not reconciled.

"Ne, Tezuka. How about you sing..."

Atobe didn't give Fuji much time to digest this breaking news.

From the other side of the table, he smashed a pile of hardcover materials with black soft leather covers over his head and face. With quick eyes and hands, he bit the bread into his mouth before he could catch it.

The corners of his eyes smiled again, and he pressed the information instead of reading it, subconsciously rejecting it first.

"No matter what the case is, I'm not interested right now, Xiaojing. I've recently become obsessed with underwater photography, and I'm about to challenge sharks in the Indian Ocean. I heard that the group of sharks has changed their habits and is..."

Atobe interrupted him and said, "Take a look, and you will definitely pick it up."

Bu Er bit the bread lightly to express his disbelief, but he opened the soft leather cover graciously and looked down.

The line of big characters that came into view made him suddenly wish that the bread in his mouth was the head of Keigo Atobe.

In black and white, it says——

"Life biography of Tezuka Kunimitsu, the greatest tennis player ever in Japan? Book planning"

Fuer closed the cover firmly, put a smile on his face, completely gave up on the piece of bread, sat upright, and asked the trace department.

"Is he dying?"

Atobe shook his head: "It's a good life."

Fuji asked again: "Then is he going to retire?"

Atobe shook his head again: "I haven't heard of it."

Bu Er could only grit his teeth and ask, "Then why did you publish a biography for a tennis player in his prime?"

Atobe smiled, even the tear mole under the corner of his eyes looked so complacent in his smile.

"Because it makes money."

Bu Er: "Where can I make money?"

Atobe: "If he is strong, popular, and handsome, he can make money."

Buer sneered: "Over the years, you have never praised him for being handsome."

Atobe is fearless: "Anyone who can make money is handsome."

Undefeated: "The biography is written this year, and he will play a few more Grand Slams later. Do you want to make another volume?"

Atobe agreed deeply: "It is possible."

Bu Er gently and coldly pushed the plan further: "I refuse to accept such a hasty plan."

Atobe laughed loudly, and suddenly pressed a twist in his hand, and the room darkened.A bizarrely large LED screen lit up, showing a 28-year-old Tezuka Kunimitsu's side face in a dusty profile.

"You will accept." Atobe said.

Buer stared blankly at a news video that started to play on the LED screen.

He suddenly realized what the push he missed more than half an hour ago was about.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu, the first professional Grand Slam tennis player in Japanese history, returned to Tokyo this morning and appeared at Narita Airport at [-]:[-]. A large number of fans went to pick up the plane by themselves to welcome Tezuka back home, and pulled up banners at the scene I wish him good results in the upcoming Tokyo Olympics to fulfill his dream of the Golden Slam in his tennis career."

"It is reported that Tezuka attaches great importance to this Olympic Games, and therefore turned down most of the international competitions, and returned to Japan five months in advance to train and prepare for the competition. A player's ability to maintain a competitive state has a great impact, and the possibility of Tezuka's old elbow injury recurring and having to suspend the game for recuperation cannot be ruled out..."

"Tezuka Kunimitsu, 28 years old..."

"I officially debuted as a professional tennis player at the age of 18, the youngest Grand Slam winner in Japanese history, and won the Australian Open championship at the age of 20."

"In the following four years, he competed in major tournaments, and finally achieved the supreme glory of the four Grand Slams at the age of 4."

"At the age of 26, Tezuka Kunimitsu failed consecutive grand slams and suffered a serious injury to his left arm. After resting for a whole year, he played again at the Australian Open at the beginning of this year and won the Australian Open again. Two months later, when everyone thought he When he was about to launch another consecutive Grand Slam, Tezuka resolutely returned to Japan, chose to participate in the Olympic Games for his country, and returned to Tokyo in May in advance to start his..."

"........."

The TV news kept going on and on, but Fuji could no longer listen.

Clips of Tezuka's past games played constantly on the screen, as well as his slightly frowning expression facing the camera at Narita Airport not long ago.

Light and shadow flashed, mottled on Fuji's face, and together with his exquisite smile, it was unpredictable.

After a long time, Fuji finally stopped laughing.

He lowered his head and flipped through the books he was holding in his hands.

After watching carefully for a while, without looking up, he asked the script department: "You want me to interview, take pictures, and write?"

Atobe held his head high in triumph.

Fuji tapped the table with his index finger: "I'm very expensive."

Atobe shrugged indifferently.

"Okay." Fuji stood up and straightened his clothes: "I won't lose."

Atobe smiled calmly.

Fuji gritted his teeth, he was so angry that if he didn't get back the situation, he would call Fuji Yuta his brother.

"The condition is that Ninazu Yushi returns to Tokyo to be my editor in charge."

Atobe stood up suddenly, his face was ugly, colder than his cold cup of black tea.

Putting his smile back on, Fuji admired Atobe's expression for a while, and walked out of the office in satisfaction. The moment he closed the door, he read the push notifications on the mobile news app again.

Then mutter to himself.

"Ne, Tezuka. Now that you've hit the tee, I'm going to hit back."