"If I were you, I would look forward to getting older every day, so that I would be very popular with girls. Isn't this a good thing?" After the words fell, Akina Nakamori stuck out her tongue and continued.

: "I am too self-assertive when I speak like this. You won't mind, right?"

"Hahaha, that's not the case."

"Sometimes I think that if I wake up and become a boy, I will definitely come to Dajun to play with beautiful girls!" Speaking of this, Akina Nakamori was particularly excited, and even openly told Narita Katsu about her "

The "Neptune" plan was talked about so loudly that he had no room to interrupt.

Narita Katsu was so happy that he was once again impressed by Nakamori Akina's "personal charm".

"In fact, you can now play with the girls while dancing."

"That won't work, you will be regarded as a weird person," Nakamori Akina thought of something. Unknowingly, she and Narita Masaru chatted for a long time, and Nayukifusa came to pick her up and take her to the recording studio. From this, she faced

Lu was embarrassed and muttered in a low voice:

"There is nothing we can do tonight. I have delayed your time for so long. Moreover, the agent is coming over..."

"I am the one who wants to say I'm sorry. It was my fault that I dragged you to chat for so long in this dark and cold alley. Next time you come over, I will accompany you to have a good chat. Such a rare opportunity

, What a pity." Narita Sheng said, the regret on his face fleeting.

The strange thing is that neither of them explicitly said the social term "goodbye". When they fell silent, they didn't feel embarrassed, as if they were deliberately enjoying this tacit understanding.

Nakamori Akina stood quietly in front of Narita Katsu, not speaking, just relaxing, immersed in the moist, pleasant and even playful atmosphere brewed on the spring night. The wild cat meowed, and the moon seemed to

Someone breathed a sigh of relief, and I felt wet.

"Anyway, what happened today," Narita Masaru pointed at his face, "thanks to Nakamori-san, thank you."

"After Narita-san returns home, please be sure to clean it with alcohol." Nakamori Akina clenched her hands and said seriously.

Just this night, unknowingly, she was about to show him all her past life experiences and feelings. She is not a person who is good at skills and thinking. She cannot do exquisite things. She can only use her heart.

, full of enthusiasm, rushing against the people he cares about at all costs.

"Then let me thank you for the band-aid, okay?" Narita Masaru expressed his feelings sincerely. When he felt the messy cuteness of Nakamori Akina, no matter what, he couldn't tell the truth about the deceitful things he used to do.

Those lies. He naturally became his true self. This feeling was so wonderful that it made his body extremely transparent.

When dating Nakamori Akina, you don't need to use sweet words. You just need to think about her from her perspective and give your care in a timely manner. This Nakamori Akina will feed him double or even ten times the warmth.

"Okay, Mr. Band-Aid said it's very happy, but I don't want Narita-san to use my Band-Aid again." Akina Nakamori lowered her head. At this time, she was full of beautiful fantasies about everything in Roppongi.

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Narita Masaru looked at Akina Nakamori, who was a head shorter than him. Under the street lamp, her cherry blossom-like face was like a silver pot from the Edo period. He looked at her, and the emotions slowly emerged on his face.

With an expression of peace of mind, he finally understood that he had been an empty person since he came to this world and needed to be replenished. This was his nature.

And Akina Nakamori came to this world to fill someone up.

This person can be a fan, a listener, or anyone...

When Narita Katsu saw her off, Dajun was at the height of his popularity when he met his manager Nayuki Futonori. When he came to his senses, he saw that she had already sat in the back seat and lowered the window, revealing half of her naked body.

Make a face.

"Narita-san..."

Narita Katsuya responded to her, "Nakamori-san..."

"Narita-san..."

"Nakamori-san..."

In the end it became "Goodbye..." and "See you next time...".

Nakamori Akina had never called someone else's name like this, and now she felt the kindness when she called it like this. She was scared and shy, and at the same time she felt that this call was strong and powerful. The two voices intertwined, and in an instant

, she seemed to be standing next to Narita Sheng, making her look in a daze.

Through the car window, she watched Narita Katsu turn around and step into the wet moonlight of the spring night. After walking far away, she still heard him calling her. Her heart was like the leaves of the acacia tree, which would flinch at the slightest touch.

Avoid. When you get along with him, you appear to be lively and outgoing, but in fact you are just self-deceiving and you have restricted your hands and feet.

She remembered that she had been so coquettish and naughty when she was a child.

So whether she is deceiving herself or hiding something, Nakamori Akina herself can’t figure it out.

……

Narita Sheng seemed relieved and sat alone for a while, then suddenly stood up with his arms folded in front of his chest and tilted his head. His blurry and thin shadow was printed on the wall covered with ivy, and there was a trace of wind outside.

No, but the shadow started to wander.

A person wandering in such a lonely alley will gradually be swallowed up by the night. It is really lonely. Unable to bear the deserted atmosphere, he quickly returned to the Maharaja where the music was deafening.

However, he did not feel any better.

The drunken guests swarmed into the dance floor, not worrying about what would happen after being drunk. Anyway, there would always be someone who knew the truth. This person was either the Maharaja's waiter, or a lover or friend who was traveling with him. Think of this.

, Narita Sheng felt funny for a moment.

If I drank to this extent, I'm afraid I wouldn't really want to reach out to help him.

Then I thought, if this day really comes, what will Akina Nakamori do?

Narita Sheng sighed, he felt that he was too whimsical.

"Manager Sang, you look very happy. Did something good happen to you?"

"I look happy?" Narita Masaru asked Tanaka Saji, wanting to use other people's eyes to examine his own heart.

Saji Tanaka thought this was a joke, nodded heavily, and then said: "I don't want to dampen your interest, but the matter is important and you need to come forward in person."

As soon as these words came out, Narita Sheng was brought back to reality. He retracted his inexplicable feelings and said seriously: "Is it about the limited performance during Golden Week?"

"You are really good at predicting things," Saji Tanaka said without any nonsense and went straight to the point.

"Say."

"There are people from Shinjuku, and they want to make a bet with the king."

Narita Masaru frowned. After hearing what Saji Tanaka said, he probably understood the reason for the whole incident.

Roppongi, headed by the Maharaja, has risen, and the decline of the Shinjuku dance hall is inevitable. However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Anyone with a discerning eye knows what will happen next, but there are always people who want to do something to delay this process.
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There are always endless power struggles in the industry. The jealousy among people in the industry is stronger than that of women, and the conspiracies used are even worse than those of politicians. Once you are in the service industry, the jealousy will be doubled, and the conspiracies will also be there.

Invisible places keep happening.

Whether in an organization or in the industry, as long as you want to survive, you must not only work hard to climb up, but sometimes deliberately pull others down or be defeated by others.

There are only two ways before Narita Masaru, either to step on the corpse of the Shinjuku Dance Hall to rise to the top, or to hide under the wings of the Matsuba Society and remain contented. Obviously, he will not choose the latter.

Challengers like East Asia Club who believe in old-school rules usually have a hidden sense of superiority somewhere in their hearts, and this is often their shortcoming.

"Is this person Yuki Kubo?"

"Exactly, he is in the VIP box right now, ordering the Maharaja's signature wine."

Narita Sheng snorted coldly and said to himself: "The person who comes here is not good, so bring him to see me."

"Yes."

Since he was an envoy representing the Shinjuku dance club, Roppongi naturally did not dare to neglect him. Narita Masaru notified the managers of other nightclubs, and they quickly sent waitresses over.

The appearance of Dajun has indeed put a lot of pressure on other bars in Roppongi, but the stakes are very high. East Asia Club is here to destroy the scene as a representative of the Shinjuku group. At this time, Roppongi must unite more and launch a everyone

Only with a spokesperson recognized by everyone can we maximize our interests.

As for the fate of this spokesperson, they don't care. As long as they take sides decisively without hesitation, there is nothing to be afraid of.

In this way, the positive reactions of other industry insiders in Roppongi are somewhat indifferent.
Chapter completed!