People in Tokyo, the world is clear

There is a slightly bitter cocoa taste in the mouth.

A similar feeling was spreading in my chest.

——Tool man.

It seemed like he treated it as such a thing.

Although I know in my heart that this is not what that person really meant, I am still very unhappy.

After being swept up in such emotions for a while, I suddenly felt a little helpless.

Sasagawa Rie, who was half lying on the main seat, relaxed her body and covered the upper half of her face with the back of her hand.

It's crazy when you think about it.

Did she suddenly turn back into a teenage girl?

Are you dissatisfied, angry, or even...jealous because the idiot next to you cares more about someone else?

Omg.

what happened?

Just because she has the title of legal wife, she suddenly gets into the role for no apparent reason and starts to act out the role of that stupid woman who is full of worries and unhappy?

After reflecting on myself for a while, the depressed mood finally eased a little.

More transformed into another glare towards the man beside him.

Then, I slowly developed some normal curiosity and listened to the audio program content that he was so focused on.

"Hezi, do you remember what we talked about a few days ago, about the origins of this cutting-edge musical style called acid jazz?"

"Of course. I was talking to you, Keiji, about jazz and funk, and then about London nightclubs... Come to think of it, there are a few more dance halls in Tokyo with a very British feel lately. Jazz is slowly becoming more popular in this city right here."

"Yeah. Come to think of it, British jazz has had a big influence on our pop music."

"By the way, Keiji, speaking of this, a few days ago, I received letters from several listeners. They said they hope we can talk more about music from England."

"This is a tough one for me. I've been on so many programmes about British music in the past few months. From the Bee Gees to the Beatles, to the Rolling Stones, and then to Queen...it's really hard for me to come up with anything more."

"How about, Keiji, try pushing it a little further? Let's talk about something more ancient."

"Hezi, that reminds me. So, shall I talk about the folk songs in England?"

"can!"

"Did Tsuruko ever sing with a guitar when she was little?"

"Yes! Around the age of 14 or 15. At that time, I really liked a tape that my dad had at home. It was Van Morrison's famous album. I loved the song 'Spanish Rose' on it. Once I grew up, I kept asking my family to buy me a guitar so I could learn to play and sing."

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"Hey! I know this singer so well."

"Tell me about it?"

"This guy is a true prodigy. It's said that he can play eight instruments, including harmonica, guitar, and Irish organ... He learned all of these when he was young and playing in a band in Belfast..."

The male and female hosts' slow, almost idle chat with a touch of science is probably what many people who park their cars at night like.

However, it was obviously not to the liking of the two people in the car.

At least, after listening to a few words, the young man began to reveal his forced boredom.

The woman lying on the main seat yawned slightly and rubbed her eyes.

"How long will these two continue to perform hypnosis here?"

"I don't know. But they told me on the phone that Qingshan's part is at the front."

Sasakawa Rie sighed deeply:

"I really regret not bringing coffee and a book."

I started to feel sleepy. Then I thought about how I would have to endure the fatigue and take this guy who was still worrying about others back home, and I felt even more disgusted.

So much so that when he poked my arm with a sharp object that came from nowhere, I actually felt a little aggrieved.

He waved his hand to open the items, but when he was about to stare at this troublesome guy, he saw two items clearly.

The whole thing was stunned.

because--

In one hand, he held a printed copy of a book from somewhere. In the other...he held a thermos cup.

"What?"

Sasagawa Rimei took it subconsciously, but when she saw the title on the manuscript, her eyes widened.

"A Doll's House?"

"I've heard you talk about it before, and I'm curious about what Tono wrote about that Ranpo Prize entry that never won the award and was published. When I talked to him about it a couple of days ago, he gave me a printout of the manuscript and asked me to make a copy."

"What..."

A few days ago, I heard this guy mention that he and Higashino had successfully formed an alliance against a literary thief who goes by the pen name "Robin Jiro." Unexpectedly, he'd even secretly taken note of his casual mention and done something like this...

However, there is more that has been done silently by someone.

Unscrewing the lid of the thermos, the familiar smell of steam hits you. It's rich and refreshing.

He actually knew the brand of coffee he often drank...even though he never told me about it.

The female editor looked up again, only to find that someone had already turned his head away and was yawning as if infected by her.

Let's return our focus to what's on the radio:

"I'm sorry to drag you into jail with me. Just read a book and drink some water. Wait for me."

"..."

Subconsciously hugging the manuscript in her arms and clenching the stainless steel cup in her hand that was emitting warmth, Sasagawa Riya suddenly felt a complicated mood.

What the hell, idiot.

I was just complaining about this person who only cares about other people's affairs.

As a result, this concern was immediately expressed again.

To me...

"..."

However, this guy is indeed more careful than imagined.

For a moment, the flamingo felt a sweet warmth, and subconsciously curled up the corners of its mouth.

But he quickly reacted, his expression immediately fell, and he raised the cup in his hand and swallowed a few sips of the drink, as if trying to sober himself up.

What, thing!

Have you really become the kind of stupid woman who is happy when given a piece of candy?

Just to get a taste of something sweet, you'll willingly become someone else's tool?

Kobayashi... no, Sasagawa Rio! What the hell is wrong with you?

I immediately got angry. And then, subconsciously, I started to complain to him:

"You have time to study these meaningless details all day long. It would be better to use this time to study for your driver's license."

"I haven't bought a car yet, so why should I rush to learn it? Besides, I already know how to drive, so I can just take a test and learn how to drive."

"So, can you please actually take action and get your driver's license instead of just asking me to be your hard-working driver?"

"Mine, mine."

He glanced over nonchalantly as before, staring at his coffee cup.

"How does it taste? This is my first time grinding coffee. It should taste like what you're used to."

“It’s extremely unpalatable.”

Right in front of him, Rio Sasagawa frowned and took a sip.

She suppressed the pleasure of tasting the mellow flavor and glared at him again.

"However, since this is my humble work, it's not wrong to reluctantly appreciate it and laugh at it."

"That's fine."

He seemed to be immune to this way of speaking. He just glanced at me jokingly and continued to focus on the content on the radio.

Still looking lazy.

But for some reason, it suddenly became much more pleasing to the eye.

Even in the dim lighting conditions at night, the angular profile of the face outlined by the afterglow of the street lamp unexpectedly makes people's heart beat faster.

So Sasagawa Rio was forced to turn her head and look out the window again - but unlike the irritation she felt just now, this time, she felt a completely different mood...

"..."

The woman was suddenly troubled by this emotional torment that occurred to her for no apparent reason.

Puff up your cheeks for your own incompetence.

Really. He suddenly became like a child who had been coaxed into submission...

What a shame! What a shame!

In the end, I had no choice but to let it go.

However, after this psychological activity, I felt a little better.

So, subconsciously, I followed him and focused my attention on the unfinished radio program.

"Come to think of it, Shinjuku Walkers' Paradise has also seen a surge in street performers. I have a feeling that if it continues to develop, it will become as popular as the band culture of Belfast, Ireland."

"Hey, speaking of this, Tsuruko, have you heard about this magical song that's been circulating on Akihabara Central Street recently?"

"No. Keiji, can you tell me about it?"

"It's said to be a ballad with a touch of blues and jazz. But... guess what the most amazing part is?"

"Stop keeping me in suspense!"

"Okay, okay. I'll be frank. This song only has one line of English lyrics! It's said that anyone can sing it. If you have a guitar, you can play it anytime, anywhere and in your own style."

“Is there any other song like this?”

"I'm not very talented, but I found a friend who knows how to learn it. Hezi, do you want to listen?"

"Wow, Keiji, your singing skills really won't ruin this song?"

"I just want to ask if you can have a little confidence in me, Hezi!"

"Okay, okay~ Then, next up, guitarist Matsuda-sensei, please provide the accompaniment!"

The next second, a light and concise guitar accompaniment sounded on the radio.

At the same time, Sasagawa Rio also sat up - being pulled by the arm by the young man next to her.

"This is it."

A mysterious expression crossed his face, and he gave me a chuckled look. "Really? Just like the host said, anyone can sing! Editor Sasakawa, do you want to follow me and learn?"

"..."

For a moment, a strange feeling struck me. Perhaps it was because he was the one who had invited me...

!

The flamingo, who was a little confused at first, suddenly came to his senses, his face turned cold, and he struggled to shake off his hand.

"I don't mind if Mr. Broken Voice wants to embarrass himself in front of me. But please don't drag me into this."

but--

It seems like I've never really heard what his singing is like.

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On the contrary, Qingshan should discuss with him every day how to train his throat.

"..."