[i7][45 Huanzhuang]

Zhuangwu opened the curtains, sorted out the materials needed for today's work, and was about to stuff them into the bag, then opened it again to browse the key points drawn by the colored pens.Today’s titled series with all the members is included. With March, it will be easier than MEZZO” participating in variety shows alone. But even so——Zhuang Wu thought—you can’t always think about relying on March and adding too much to him. What a hassle.

When will I be able to be a little bit good at variety shows?Zhuang Wu sighed softly, lowered his head, and refocused on the A4 paper in front of him.

The footsteps in the living room became more frequent, probably everyone got up.Zhuangwu finally put the materials back into the bag, and when he opened the door, almost all the members had gathered at the dining table.

"Good morning Zhuango-san—!"

Lu greeted him.He also walked over and returned a gentle greeting.

"Good morning."

Huan squatted on the chair, with bread in his mouth, turned around and waved at him.

"Mr. Huan, move..."

Before he finished speaking, Huan obediently put his legs under the table.

Zhuang Wu sat down next to him and smiled at him.

Huan laughed too, and the bread fell from his mouth.

"Why are you so reckless?" Zhuang Wu hurriedly fetched a tissue to see if any bread crumbs fell on Huan's clothes.

Fortunately, there are no traces.After reading it, he looked up, only to find that Huan was giggling in front of his eyes.

"eat fast."

"Oh--"

Sogo also picked up the knife and spread a thick layer of butter.

Huan's recent performance against staying in bed is remarkable, and can even be used by March as material for education.It seems that in order to make up the original lie, Huan actually started garbage collection every day, and even helped Yizhi with sorting.It seems that there is no need to criticize him any more.Zhuang Wu often thinks about it.In terms of human and mundane, Huan just started too late.A person who is gentle and kind in nature will surely grow into a mature and stable adult with time.

really?

Turning around, he saw Huan giggling again.Zhuang Wu couldn't help touching his face, wondering if he had also been infected by a smirk.

It's been really easy lately.Even the inexplicable sponsorship, Zhuang Wu almost felt that it was really kind.Two weeks ago, Zhishengtang's media director naturally contacted Fang to discuss whether they could cooperate in advertising.Fang tentatively asked if it was necessary to designate certain members, or not to designate certain members, but the other party did not give a serious answer, as if there was really no bias in the selection.So the preliminary intention is set: still 7 people together.

Tsumo told Sogo all the details of the meeting.After much deliberation, I couldn't think of any implication.Zhuang Wu breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that his long-suspended heart seemed to really let go.

Nagi opened the blinds, and the sun shone on the dining table.The companions also took their seats with tableware.

It's been more than a year since their debut, the group has been developing steadily, each member's individual work has increased, and the opportunity for the 7 people to gather for breakfast like this has gradually become rare.Everyone seemed to be aware of this: so when they could get together to have a good meal, they deliberately slowed down and chatted about unimportant things.

"Weaving and weaving," Lu poured ketchup on his fried egg, "Did you read the novel I sent you on my phone last night?"

Kazuo seemed to be a little annoyed as he put down the bowl, the sound was as loud as if it had been dropped.

"Could you please stop reading this nonsense from fans? And it's not the right thing to talk about at the breakfast table. Also, please don't touch people's elbows when they're carrying their bowls."

"Written by fans? What?" March looked at Lu with wide eyes.

"It's a novel on my personal site! The webmaster is a fan of our group and has written a lot of short stories about us. There are a little more about Yizhi and me." Lu replied happily, "I think it's very well written. Yah! Now, the station master described Kazuori as a cute guy who looks perfect and cold, but occasionally gets off the hook."

"Oh, that's right."

"Where did I lose the chain! Brother, don't follow Nanase-san's words!"

"She wrote Yizhi. She will take care of me and support me all the time. If I have any problems, she will help me to fill in the gaps! After finishing, she will say coolly, 'I didn't do it for you, no thanks. I'."

"It seems that you are not the one who has been losing the chain all the time?"

"Oh, don't be shy, Kazuori."

"No shyness!"

Having said that, everyone looked at Yizhi, each showing a knowing expression.

"Lu, send me that article later." March smiled.

"I really want to read it too." Zhuangwu followed.

"If you see this in the future, you might as well send it to everyone." Yamato also laughed.

"Everyone... that's enough..."

"Hey, come to think of it, there is also a story about Yamato-san who is very perverted!"

"Aha?!"

"It's Nemesis paro, what does paro mean?"

"It refers to the background used in this story. Yamato of Nemesis paro is a story that assumes that Yamato is a character living in the world of Nemesis."

"Nagi understands well."

"So, Yamato-san in the background of Nemesis is indeed a pervert."

"It's not bad, Brother He is usually very perverted."

"Xiaohuan, do you really know the meaning of this word?"

"Ahem." Yizhi looked at Lu, "Although I believe that Nanase-san alone is not enough to unlock the password of the site, I still have to ask for caution. You didn't read the content of the site, did you?"

"What's the matter with your statement!!"

"You only need to answer whether you have read it or not."

"No, no, I tried to solve the password, and if I didn't succeed, I gave up..."

"That's good."

"You really care about it when you say that! Nagi, wait a minute and help me!"

"Riku, it's not very good. This kind of encrypted content is generally not readable by those under the age of 18."

"Eh?! How can Kazuori see it!!"

"I didn't intend to open it on purpose! I only found out when I entered it by accident!"

"You read it, right!"

"Just glanced at it!"

"Wait, why can't I watch it! I'm obviously 18 years old!"

"You are only 18 years old physically!"

"That's fine!"

Lu said loudly, and suddenly realized something.

"Difficult, could it be that the inside is also..."

"No."

Kazuori denied it very decisively, and added:

"Don't ask."

Lu lowered his head and drank the soup in the bowl.March immediately turned to Yamato:

"Speaking of which, Yamato-san is going to Hokkaido in two days?"

"Yeah, I'll go after Christmas. It's less than a week away, and I'll be back before BlackorWhite's rehearsal."

"Are you in such a hurry?"

"I want to take pictures of the snow scene in the plain. There wasn't enough snow before. It's so cold, I can't even get out of bed." Yamato understood and took over the conversation.

Zhuang Wu's attention was still on the previous topic; no one mentioned it anymore, so naturally he couldn't ask any more questions, and only slightly puzzled, he turned in the direction of Kazuori.

And at that second, he suddenly saw Yizhi's eyes lifted from the tableware, looking towards him with deep meaning.

The eye contact was obviously not Yizhi's intention.Looking at each other for a moment, Kazuori immediately looked away.

Zhuang Wu suddenly understood everything, and his heart started beating wildly.

"——Why are you so sleepy? Doesn't it mean that the elderly need less sleep?" At the end of March, he was skillfully forking peas while talking briskly.

"Do seniors need to get out of bed at [-] a.m. to work?"

"My grandpa would get up and make pie crusts when he was around, and I'd help him out."

"No wonder you don't grow taller, children need to get enough sleep."

"If you have nothing to say, don't deliberately poke other people's sore feet!?"

"You'd be tall if you had legs as long as your sore feet."

"Get out!!..."

The two eldest were still arguing in a routine without nourishment, but what was heard in Zhuang Wu's ears was a bit vague.He lowered his head in bewilderment, his ears were flushed from the base of his neck to his neck, all his attention could only be used to pray in a panic that no one would see him now.

"This is the end of today's collection, thank you everyone!"

"Thank you, teachers!"

When he straightened his back from a deep bow, Sogo finally let out a long breath.

Since the morning, there has been an inexplicable feeling of drumming in my heart, and I always feel that something terrible is about to happen.However, the recording of the program went smoothly without any twists and turns: thanks to the strong live transfer in March, there are also frequent improvisational skits by Yamato and Nagi.Zhuang Wu sat on the chair next to him and was doing dubbing chorus with other members. The atmosphere was relaxed and gentle.

However, he always felt that there was a familiar gaze somewhere, looking at him faintly and stingingly.

Where is it?Zhuang Wu could not help but look around.

No suspicious person.Only the staff who hadn't dispersed were whispering, and the voices reached his ears along the convective breeze.

"I heard that someone came to visit today..."

"... Impossible? How could that person..."

"How can it be impossible, when iDOLiSH7 meets..."

"——Zhuang Jiang? What are you doing?"

After being greeted by the ring, Zhuang Wu still couldn't hear the whispers of the staff.Quickly quickened his pace, followed his companions, went to Lewu to get back the bag, and then went to the elevator.

The hatchback elevators are on the top and bottom of the building respectively, and the studio is in the middle of the building.There are people on the TV station at every time of the day. At this moment, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps in the depths of the corridor.

There were 7 people standing in the small dim space, which suddenly seemed a bit crowded.Someone had arrived earlier than them and was waiting for the elevator with them.Zhuang Wu glanced casually: he saw a tall and straight elder wearing a black gun-barred overcoat.

"It's still early today, do you want to have supper?"

"Goodidea! Ramen?"

"Is it not good for people to see us hanging out with minors at such a late hour, or go back and order takeaway..."

Zhuang Wu could no longer hear the words of his companions.

His eyes were completely fixed on the elder on that side: the fitted back collar and neat dark lines, and the meticulous jaw line.

The elder held his cane with both hands, and his gray sideburns were exposed under his wide-brimmed top hat.When Zhuang Wu looked over, he also slowly turned his straight neck as if he knew what was going to happen.

Sogo took a step back.

The back was empty, and no one supported him.

"Strong Five?"

Yamato has already entered the elevator, and the other six people have all entered.The elevator door opened for him, and everyone looked at him questioningly.

"...I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, I have to go to the bathroom first, please wait for me in the car..."

Zhuangwu stepped back step by step, then turned his head and ran away.

After going around half a floor, he returned to the door of his happy house.The iDOLiSH7 nameplate on the door plate has not been replaced, and the last person to leave did not secure the door, and the door was only half-closed.

Zhuangwu hesitated for a moment, and went in.

Someone followed him, light and steady steps.

The door was locked.Sogo's fingertips rubbed against the trouser line, and the fibers were soaked with hot sweat.

"—Long time no see," he turned around stiffly, facing the elder, "Father."

"Long time no see, Zhuangwu."

Soshi Aisaka took off his hat and smiled at Sogo.

"...You came to the TV station today for...?"

After waiting for a while, Zhuango spoke.

During this blank time, the fluorescent lamp was still shining peacefully above his head; his father looked at him without saying a word, and even smiled encouragingly.My own son, after all, understands.I understood it when I dialed the phone and didn't answer it for a long time, and I understand it at this moment.Before Zhuang Wu spoke, his father had been waiting quietly: as if counting silently, to see how long it would take him to regain his peace of mind.

"There is no other reason."

Father answered gently.

Yes, I asked knowingly.

How could there be any other reason for a character like Soshi Aisaka to appear in the elevator of the TV station without even an entourage by his side?

"Mr. Komori and Miss Shiina are not with you...?"

"In the car."

Father still spoke softly.

"I want to talk to you, so I don't need to ask them to take notes."

Zhuang Wu hangs his hands in the air, not knowing how to respond.

"Won't you invite me to sit? This is your happy room."

"Yes, sorry..."

Zhuang Wu hurriedly invited his father to the side of the sofa, and then turned to pour water for his father with a disposable paper cup.

Occasionally, he secretly glanced at his father's appearance: his father was looking up at the Le House with his gray head up.

Although iDOLiSH7 already has its own titled program group, Xiaoniaoyou Agency has not been able to rent a happy room on the TV station for a long time like Re:vale or TRIGGER.Only on the day of recording, their name tags will be hung in this room, and they will be replaced before the next batch of artists come in.Because of this, there are only minimal sofas, coffee tables, empty dressing tables and mirrors in the room.The snack box on the table is filled with cheap thick fiber biscuits and energy bars, which are half empty and have not been replenished in time.

"How are you doing?"

his father asked him.

He didn't know his father's intention, so he could only answer hesitantly:

"I... I'm fine."

"It just so happened that your university called me two days ago, saying that you have been absent for more than a year, and it will be difficult to keep your student status for you. I will tell them not to bother you any more, and will withdraw you from school."

"Really? Thanks."

The father smiled.

"Don't be so nervous."

"You know why I'm nervous."

"Hehe, yes. It took me several months to get used to it, not in the living room at home, but seeing my son on TV magazines. After I got used to it, I found it very interesting."

"……sorry."

"A few days ago, a company below beat around the bush to apply for a grant from me. I was still wondering why such a small amount of money was handed over to me. I looked it up and found out that it was a sponsorship for you. The proposal was well written. Yes, I will approve."

"Thank you."

Zhuango put his hands on his knees and bowed to thank his father.

Father smiled.

"They are also taking risks to please me. I know it well. It doesn't matter. They are all business people. No one will do things naively. Don't be afraid, I won't let you go bankrupt just because I am unhappy. "

Zhuang Wu's expression finally eased a little, and his shoulders relaxed a little.

"Speaking of which, I just want to confirm something with you."

Father leaned forward a little.

"I read in the report that your main fan group is women aged 30 to [-], and the penetration rate towards [-] generations and men has been increasing in recent months. Has your company conducted any research on this point? ?”

Zhuang Wu was slightly taken aback, but still answered seriously:

"Yes. Although the Bird Travel Agency is small in scale, our agent and... some members are constantly conducting research. It is aimed at the network, fan clubs and partners."

"Some members?"

"No, I mean the staff... Sorry, I made a slip of the tongue."

"How many people are there in the office?"

"Sorry, the numbers in this area are not very convenient..."

"It's okay. I understand."

"It's true that there are not many employees, and there are not many assets. I believe you can see it."

His father's tone of talking about business affairs made Zhuang Wu feel a lot more relaxed in his chest.

"But with a clear positioning and marketing plan?"

"Yes."

"The surrounding development is also aimed at the target age group?"

"It was mainly like this before. However, recently, the cooperation with TRIGGER and Re:vale, the industry's predecessors, has increased, and it seems that they are also considering cross-selling to their fans."

Father nodded.

"Did you participate in these plans?"

"...No, no," Zhuang Wu replied cautiously, "I...I still want to focus on music activities... After all, that's what I really want to do."

"What did you just say to me?"

"It's my usual observation."

Father still nodded and smiled at him.

"I understand you. To manage the company, you still lack a little grandeur, but to participate in daily operations, you have a clear mind and meticulous work, which will help a lot. But of course, the internal responsibilities of the company are clearly divided, and artists are Artists, managers are managers, and it is also beneficial to your long-term development."

"...Thank you for your teaching."

Sogo lowered his head again:

"Sorry I can't help my family."

Aisaka Zhuozhi didn't answer.

When Zhuang Wu raised his head again, he only saw his father still smiling warmly, with a hint of desolation.And the smile spread to the corners of the eyes, and more wrinkles appeared.

There was a watch in the corner, and the second hand was ticking.

It has been more than ten months since I left home—for the first time, Zhuang Wu felt a bit of sourness in his heart.

Father picked up the glass, took a sip of water, and put it back in place.

"One more thing, I don't quite understand, I want to ask you."

"please say."

"Your group, called iDOLiSH7, is a group of seven people working together. Right?"

"right……"

"Then why," said the father, looking into his eyes, "the duo between you and that kid named Four-leaf Ring has always been kept?"

Before Zhuango could react, the fluorescent lamp buzzed and made a piercing electric sound.

Like a nail shot out of nothingness, it nailed Sogo's temple without any explanation or reason.

"Can't you disband?"

The father didn't wait for his answer, and then spoke calmly and sincerely.

TBC