People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Lin Sen suddenly woke up and shook his head violently.

"No, no, no. This kind of role-playing is a bit weird no matter how you think about it. Please, skip it and talk about something else, Ito."

"That's right. Let's get back to the original intention. Senior, do you think Aoyama is better than me in terms of camera compatibility?"

"We're back here, huh?! So we have to see who's better!"

This kind of question is too difficult to answer.

For a moment, Lin Sen even suspected that someone was deliberately teasing him and wanted to make fun of him.

However, seeing the confused look on the girl's face and thinking about her words and actions all along, he immediately slapped himself in his heart.

What are you speculating about?

It's simply unauthorized slander!

I could only sigh helplessly and try to give an answer after careful consideration.

"I'm not as professional as Aida in this kind of thing, so I'm definitely not sure. Personally, I think it's about the same. Maybe, Ito, you're better?"

"Is that why you said that because you're in front of me, Senior?"

"Have you discovered all this?"

The last sentence, spoken without hesitation, made Ms. Ito laugh again.

He reached out and pinched Lin Sen's shoulder again.

"Senior, you really don't beat around the bush at all."

"Why does Ito care about this kind of problem?"

"Um..."

In response to Lin Sen's question, Ms. Ito briefly looked thoughtful.

Then, he explained:

"I was thinking, if Aoyama and Senior are a good match, then next time that Aida Senior asks me to take a photo, I can let her take the photo in my place. Isn't Aida Senior often a contender for the grand prize in photography competitions? Perhaps her work can also bring some topics and traffic to Aoyama..."

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She really made me cry.

In this situation, he is still thinking about Miss Aoyama's career!

I suddenly felt extremely guilty for neglecting and subconsciously avoiding and hiding the child these days.

But, at the same time, there is one thing that absolutely needs to be made clear.

"Don't mention this kind of thing."

As the girl stared blankly, Lin Sen immediately denied the proposal. "Let's not even talk about whether Tetsuko Aida thinks it's appropriate. Neither I nor Aoyama would agree to this. Morally, it's unacceptable."

Ms. Ito, sometimes you are just too easy to talk to and too considerate of others.

It is indeed as the girl's grandmother said, this kind of excessive innocence must be watched by someone - if you happen to meet that disgusting person, something really bad will happen.

Lin Sen felt that as a friend, sometimes he really had to stop her from having such an unselfish attitude towards life.

So, he acted very determined—

Perhaps sensing Lin Sen's attitude, Miss Ito did not mention the related matter again.

The girl also keenly sensed someone's intention to find something for her, and she smiled happily again.

His steps became lighter as he followed Lin Sen out and bought lunch.

I was also pulled aside to discuss something.

"In the afternoon, Ito, would you like to go to Qingshan with me?"

The girl who was chewing was stunned. She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and pointed at herself.

"I?"

"Yes."

"No, is it convenient? To be honest, I probably can't help much with music matters."

"Why do you say that? In terms of operations, Ito is actually more suitable than me."

She was right. Many of the flyers for the second Ryuuhuya concert were secretly distributed by Ms. Ito.

I don’t know if it’s because of her lack of presence, but she is very suitable for some behind-the-scenes and auxiliary work.

There will not be a situation like the last time Lin Sen performed in the Pacers' Paradise, where he stole the show.

However, no matter how appropriate it is, we still have to respect her own opinion:

"I've thought about it. When we first agreed to be dream builders together, I shouldn't have excluded you. But I also can't force you into it. That is, if Ito is interested in running Aoyama's business together, the three of us can discuss it today and see if we can divide up some of the work. Conversely, I'll have to take over some of Kurosawa's and Niwa-chan's responsibilities. I can't just leave it all to you."

Lin Sen felt that doing so would fulfill his original agreement with the girl, to advance and retreat together.

Instead, he would rush forward to pick up the work he wanted and then throw all the miscellaneous chores to her - to put it in a more comical way, this is not the way to treat a partner.

"Together, to advance and retreat together, is the condition for building a bond! I agree with this!"

The blonde stray dog, munching on a full lunch, raised his hand at the perfect moment to express his opinion, and was immediately patted on the head by Ms. Ito, who then purred.

"I-Ito..."

"So, comb your hair properly in the morning! I've told you so many times. The same goes for every day after taking a shower. If you don't wipe it clean and let it air dry..."

"That would be too tiring."

The lazy dog ​​whined in reluctance to move.

Outside of the comics, she is indeed the kind of person who finds it difficult to move.

The two people present who knew this very well smiled at each other helplessly.

Reconnected with the conversation she had interrupted:

"So, Ito, would you like to consider my proposal?"

The girl propped up her chin with her hand and looked over.

Then he lowered his eyes and spoke softly:

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"I think that before doing that, Senior should consult Qingshan's opinion first."

She murmured, lowering her voice.

"Maybe, she... doesn't welcome me?"

"How could anyone not welcome an angel?"

This sentence made Miss Ito pout and stare at him.

"If you keep joking and talking nonsense, the orange juice will bite you."

The girl reached out and stroked the belly of the cat that was sleeping on its side on the table.

Recall the black and white photo in the newspaper just now.

The smile of one of the characters, a certain singer.

"..."

Only those who are truly happy and joyful at that moment will smile like that in front of the camera.

Ito Nishika, of course, knows this.

Chapter 26 Her Self-Pull

"So, from this, a problem arises."

"Have you ever truly laughed today, this week, this month?"

The voices of men and women singing in harmony are collected and converted by the car radio, transformed into sound waves, and broadcast from the speakers that move with the bumpy journey.

There is also a very flavorful background music, which plays the famous Citypop song of a female singer named Songyuan.

Interspersed among them was the female host's relaxed but not presumptuous laughter.

Then, this extremely gentle and profound female voice merged with another magnetic male voice to read out the name of the evening audio program:

"Welcome to listen to Ota Maya Midnight Music Radio~"

"I'm Hezi."

"I'm Keiji, who also accompanies you every night."

A gentle evening radio program, usually lasting an hour.

Therefore, hosting such a program requires certain skills - when the audience is mostly car radio users, that is, older young people and middle-aged people, it is necessary to control the speed and frequency of speech.

This was manifested in the fact that after introducing themselves, the two hosts fell silent and allowed the backstage staff to turn up the music volume, allowing the classic J-pop song in the background to continue playing solo for more than 30 seconds.

The music gradually creates a relaxed atmosphere, which is probably what makes many nighttime drivers feel comfortable.

But no one buys it.

"It's a dragging noise. It's just a noise that has no other effect except hypnosis."

Parking the car on a remote harbor road, Sasagawa Rio, who was commenting sharply, pulled the handbrake and glanced at the young man next to her who seemed to be immersed in the content broadcast by the radio.

A curl of lips.

"Although failing the driving test is a common occurrence for someone like Wunengjun, it does seem a bit unmanly to tell others that he wants his legal wife to sit in the driver's seat when he goes out."

"I told you, I can drive. It was Editor Sasakawa who insisted on getting into trouble with my license and then took the wheel himself."

"A guarantee of safe driving given by someone without a license is not worthy of any trust."

The female editor seemed to want to say something else, but she saw someone put his index finger to his lips.

He curled his lips and fell silent, reaching for the candy box next to the gear lever, taking out a pure black chocolate and popping it into his mouth.

He glared at Lin Sen again in annoyance as he listened attentively to the program.

Really. I've never seen this guy so dedicated to something...

As I thought about it, I felt a sense of bitterness and irritability inexplicably.

I turned my head and looked at the coastline beside the railing outside the window.

Ota is one of the 23 wards of Tokyo that has a long coastline.

Originally, after dinner, when I heard the man next to me enthusiastically suggest that we park the car here and take a walk, I couldn't help but feel inexplicably happy.

As a result, after driving for a while, the map of Yan State was slowly unfolded -

The ultimate purpose of such rare enthusiasm was to listen to the evening radio in the car.

According to him, he recently received a notice from the production team of the program currently being broadcast, requesting to borrow the copyright of some original songs from the female singer Qingshan, whom he "supports", for use in tonight's program.

If everything goes well today, she might be invited to perform on the show again in the future.

This was probably a career opportunity that couldn't be missed. No wonder this guy was so serious today.

I want to check out the girl's song and see how it performed on the radio show and the audience feedback.

It is an O. Henry-style unexpected but reasonable thing.

but--

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the movements of someone in the passenger seat.

Under the dim streetlight, he propped up his chin and listened attentively to the two announcers' chattering, completely different from his usual casual and lazy demeanor.

Somehow, the more serious he acted, the more uncomfortable he felt...

Do you care so much about Qingshan and her affairs?

Obviously...

For me, I've never had this kind of...

The flamingo sighed deeply inwardly and let out a sigh of relief.

He stuffed another piece of chocolate into his mouth and chewed it, then turned his head to gaze out the air vent at the quiet sea surface shimmering in the moonlight, street lights and the lights of the distant city.