People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"I mean. If you need... I can..."

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Then the sudden sound of knocking on the door quickly covered up the unfinished follow-up.

Then, someone suddenly realized what was happening and said with anger and shame:

"From now on, 'Kobayashi Rimei' is a forbidden word. If you shout it again, you will suffer the consequences."

After this sentence, there were no other speeches.

What followed was the sound of a door slamming loudly from the direction of the living room - someone had obviously run out of the house.

But this fact cannot affect the stunned expression on someone's face at this moment.

It wasn't until the water gushed out of the shower head that the emotions were washed away a little.

Finally, the young man with wet hair regained his ability to speak and couldn't help smacking his lips:

"Meaning, if I...she still wants to come in and help, right?"

It's horrible, this stupid woman's strange enthusiasm.

Chapter 92: Earnest Admonition

"I don't really like summer that much."

Starting with these words, the girl carrying the guitar tilted her head back, shielded her forehead with her hands, and smiled wryly at the sun.

Then, in a tone that seemed to be answering a question, he continued to mutter to himself:

"Even though the name includes the summer solstice... that's probably just a note from when the name was chosen. Although I once naively hoped that I would be some amazing child who represented summer, I probably don't have that fantasy anymore."

With her back swaying slightly with each step, she walked out of the narrow and winding alley and turned to the sidewalk on the commercial street.

The words in his mouth did not stop:

"But summer is indeed a very special season. The hot weather makes people show more."

"Skin, mood, and the complex desires deep in my heart."

"It seems everyone has a simple concept. After winter turns to spring, souls gradually thawing from the bitter cold are eager to show off their talents in their beloved summer. To do something..."

"Big business!"

She laughed at herself when she said this word. Then, she turned around and looked back.

The camera lens thus faithfully recorded her most simple and unpretentious appearance in daily life——

A ponytail, a short-sleeved shirt, tight trousers, and a gray and white plaid shirt draped open on the outside.

"It's a nice day today, isn't it? The sun is shining brightly."

"The light was abundant, too bright, and it made my eyes go black for a while."

Her fingers poked the air in the direction of the road.

"Even the hustle and bustle of traffic on the street was shrouded in the heat."

"Sometimes I think, if this is the last fragment left in my memory at the end of this shattered dream, then perhaps... it's not so unacceptable."

Her faint smile froze at the end of this sentence——

Because, the next second, the camera was turned off by the satisfied owner, followed by a sigh of satisfaction:

"I'm sure it will be a very touching scene. Aoyama-san, you have a real talent for being photogenic."

The one who exclaimed was a short and stocky man wearing a cowboy hat.

After handing the equipment to the female assistant waiting beside him, he first bowed slightly to Miss Aoyama, who was standing upright and whose expression had returned from the naturalness in the camera to the nervousness in her daily life. Then he turned around and extended his hand to shake hands briefly with the young man waiting beside him.

"Thanks for your cooperation."

"Is there anything else you can help me record, Mr. Matsumoto?" Lin Sen asked.

"There's no need to disturb your precious time... However, please allow us to film the concert at the arcade this afternoon. Is that okay?"

"no problem."

"Trouble!"

Another slight bow and nod of greeting - I have to say that this documentary director named Yoshitaka Matsumoto is quite friendly.

The feeling given is just like the introducer, Tetsuko Aida, whom he called a friend.

Although he is obviously a middle-aged man in his forties, his appearance still has some youthfulness when entering the society, giving people the feeling of an older cowboy who is old in body but young at heart.

This broke Lin Sen's stereotype of the director profession - he thought that the guy who contacted him a few days ago and invited Miss Qingshan to join the documentary filming would be the kind of person who was used to ordering people around.

Just like the director in charge of the radio program I met before.

As a result, what was unexpected was that the documentary director and producer who came from NHK did not even bring a photographer, and only carried the camera with the apprentice beside him to complete the recording.

"After all, all the operating costs of a company as large as ours are paid for by the hardworking toll collectors who shamelessly knock on doors and collect money despite everyone's cold stares. When it comes to expenses, we naturally try to save as much as possible."

Director Matsumoto laughed heartily while making fun of the public welfare nature of his own TV station:

"So, I'm really grateful to both of you for being willing to act for free. Who knows, maybe in the future, my career will be able to be influenced by the fame of Mr. Aoyama, who has become a big star."

These words were obviously immediately taken as flattery. To the point that someone standing right next to Lin Sen almost wanted to hide a little further away from him:

"Please...don't say that. It's really embarrassing for me."

"That's all the truth. I was worried that this film about Tokyo's underground bands would lack a strong, memorable core, but Aoyama-san's involvement is a real lifesaver."

"Please don't..."

"I'm not just saying this. Lately, several of my friends who work in the radio station have been discussing you. They were wondering why such an amazing singer had never heard of a debut."

"Woo..."

It wasn't until someone who had suddenly been praised was almost speechless that Lin Sen stepped forward:

"My teacher Aoyama has a concert this afternoon. Mr. Matsumoto..."

The middle-aged man immediately smiled and waved his hands:

"Okay, okay, I understand. I can only say that Aoyama-san is too modest. It's getting late, Tomoko-san, let's find a place to stay and have lunch."

"Okay uncle..."

"How many times have I told you to call me Master outside? You little bastard!"

The duo, who were obviously related, turned around with their camera equipment.

“I know a restaurant nearby…”

"No! We're supposed to treat you, Kobayashi-san, please stop humiliating me. Besides, we brought our lunch boxes."

The middle-aged man hurriedly rejected Lin Sen's invitation. He pushed the young assistant who had just entered the society and was obviously tempted by the invitation. As she looked back with regret every three steps, he grabbed the young girl and ran away.

He's quite principled, this old hand.

Watching this interesting pair leave, Lin Sen, who was carrying a bag, put his hands in his pockets and looked at their backs for a while.

Until a sigh of relief was heard from the side.

Next, there was a speech from Miss Xiazhi:

"This Mr. Matsumoto...you have to be careful."

"what?"

Glancing sideways, I discovered that the older girl was also staring into the distance with a serious look on her face.

"If someone says I will become a big star in the future, he's probably a top scoundrel."

"I think Matsumoto is a really good person to get along with. He must be a very straightforward person to be able to say such a big truth as Aoyama-chan's promising future."

"You big head idiot! Can you please stop spouting nonsense all day long, you idiot idiot idiot!"

Miss Xia Zhi is still not tolerant of praise - or perhaps, her long-term lack of self-confidence makes it difficult for her to adapt to some warm praise.

Perhaps only when the glaring facts are laid out before her eyes will she stop acting like a mimosa that curls up at the slightest touch.

Just like the story of the day when we were arguing in the mall about whether she was young and cute—

"Speaking of which. Why didn't you come out in your sailor suit today?"

"Still in the sailor suit!"

Qingshan Xiazhi rolled his eyes and said, "I've already thrown it in the trash bag."

"..."

"No...what are you doing? Where are you going without making a sound?" Miss Xia Zhi suddenly grabbed the clothes of the young man who turned around with an expressionless face and made a departure gesture, barely stopping his sudden action.

"Of course, it's in the trash can downstairs. A work of art like this shouldn't be covered in dust."

"What a strange description for a work of art!"

"After all, having worn it on such a lovely person, it has been sublimated by that beauty."

"Hmm...you, are you having fun teasing me?"

But Miss Qingshan probably saw the determination in someone's actions - so, even though she blushed, she still had to squeeze out the last bit of her strength to pull the other person back:

"No...I was just talking nonsense before. It's not lost, it's not lost!"

"Great."

"What does that satisfied expression mean? I'm telling you, I'll never wear it again!"

"That's even better. If that gesture becomes a masterpiece, then the memories it carries will become infinitely more valuable as a collector's item. And conversely, if you wear it again, I'll also be able to enjoy its beauty. So, no matter what, I've already made a huge profit."

"..."

"Qingshan?"

Then Lin Sen was pushed against the chest by someone, and the combined weight of the person and the guitar on his back pushed him back a few steps and against the wall.

"You've been acting strange these past few days, kid." Qingshan Xiazhi narrowed his eyes, which shone with a cold glint. "You've suddenly become so eager... and you've become less and less restrained with your words."

"Have I not always been honest with you?"

"Don't treat me like a fool. You've never paid attention to my appearance before."

At this moment, Miss Qingshan showed a clear understanding.

She placed her arm against her chest, a thoughtful expression on her face. Suddenly, an unreadable expression flashed across her face:

"Is it really because of the relationship? Some of my concepts and daily concerns have naturally changed."

Then, the older girl sighed, shook her head, and her tone suddenly became serious:

"Be careful next time, Xiaolin. You can only use these sweet words to your girlfriend or even your wife, not to anyone else. Do you understand? Otherwise, it will cause trouble."

"But my girlfriend and my wife are not the same person."

"..."

For a brief moment, Miss Aoyama's eyes widened.

After quickly reviewing the information she had, her mood instantly turned into a state of exasperation.

"It's not your fault! You idiot who gets tangled up with others!"

The loud shouts instantly attracted the attention of passers-by.

Gazing at this scene that resembled a quarrel between young lovers, many passersby sighed, and some of those traveling with their partners even whispered to each other:

"Are you having a fight? Are you breaking up?"

"Is there something exciting to see?"

"It doesn't look like it. Even though the girl cursed, her body was still honestly sticking to me."

"You don't look really angry..."

"Maybe she's just exaggerating to act cute in front of her boyfriend."

The young man, with his excellent hearing, heard these whispers and was immediately forced to raise his hands:

"Mine, mine. But I understand what you mean. You only say nice things to people you like, right?"

"That's right! Seriously, remember this, never do anything to let Ito down, otherwise... understand?"