Go back to an hour ago

After the recording of the program ended, Akina Nakamori got in the car and set off from the TV station, preparing to rest after get off work.

The manager Nakofu was driving a car, accompanied by a small assistant. In order to save time, Akina Nakamori was holding a makeup mirror and applying eye makeup. She had just taken off her makeup for the show at the TV station, and now she was putting on makeup, but she didn't

I don’t find it troublesome.

The assistant watched her remove her makeup over and over again. Applying makeup felt very cumbersome. Considering that she was the fashion queen leading the trend, it was not difficult to understand why Akina Nakamori would never tire of beauty. But at this moment, the assistant was concerned about something else.

One thing, I can't help but wonder in my mind, if Akina-san cares so much about it, then who is he dating?

It must be with Kondo-san...

Thinking of this, the assistant immediately took back his thoughts and stopped thinking about it.

It's a fifteen-minute journey from the TV station in Shibuya to Roppongi. If there's a traffic jam, it can take up to half an hour, so it's not that far. It's a weekend tonight and there are a lot of vehicles on the road. I've been walking and stopping along the way.

Not only was Akina not anxious, she was actually happy.

Because this way, she can spend more time touching up her makeup.

Fortunately, when the car drove into the parking lot near Azabu Juban, she had already completed her "disguise", said goodbye to her agent, and walked into the Maharaja alone from the secret passage.

There are quite a few big stars like Akina Nakamori who get "preferential treatment". There is even a special passage for them here, and there are waiters at the entrance to greet them and guide them to the private rooms.

After running around for a long time, she flew back to Tokyo from Europe and participated in music shows. She finally had a day of rest before preparing for the new song stage. She always thought of Toshihiko Tahara and Kyoko Koizumi singing in front of her.

It emotionally describes the Maharaja’s limited performance on Children’s Day, which makes me feel very excited.

Be sure to dance to your heart’s content today!

Akina Nakamori thought so and walked briskly.

Walking out of the dark passage, looking around, there are many people crowded into the dance floor to dance.

Her ears were filled with the deafening sound of disco music, and there were crowds of people in front of her. The crowd formed a large circle, swaying around and around. At this time, Nakamori Akina was also driven by everyone's emotions, and her face turned red.

, I became more and more excited, gradually forgetting my job and identity, and unknowingly I was swept into the dance floor by waves of people.

Now is the summer vacation, and students are beginning to enjoy summer, so whether it is TV programs or live performances, they have ushered in the peak period of the year. The more it is like this, the busier the entertainment industry is, not to mention Akina Nakamori

Such a top idol rarely gets a few breaks throughout the year, and his schedule is very tight.

She finally had no work, so she had already clearly arranged her schedule for tomorrow.

Dance tonight, take a long nap tomorrow, clean the house after getting up, and have afternoon tea with Koizumi Kyoko-chan. Go back to Kiyose early in the evening to visit your favorite mother. No, you should go back to your hometown earlier, like this

You can buy a beautiful bouquet of flowers and give it to your mother before her birthday to thank her for giving birth.

Even while dancing, Akina Nakamori was imagining what interesting things would happen tomorrow.

The music stopped suddenly, and after a moment of silence, a soothing and soft melody started again. The audience burst into warm applause. Everyone did not think it was strange to suddenly change the style and play music that did not match the disco style.
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Compared with the fast and intense dance music before midnight, the soft and energetic tango music after midnight seems to slowly wake up people who are addicted to life and death.

The lights in the ballroom also turned into a deep blue, giving it a dark and romantic feel.

Someone whistled enthusiastically, and the people who had stopped started to jump up again. After one song, they asked for another song. After repeating this two or three times, no matter how much they applauded or cheered, it was useless. The tired band players stopped.

They played their respective instruments and left, and the restless music before midnight sounded again in the whole place.

After a few dances, Nakamori Akina was already sweating and planned to go to the bar to have a drink. However, she couldn't explain the reason for the sudden discomfort in her heart.

"Hello, a glass of whiskey with carbonated water. Wait, it's still a juice cocktail."

"Juice cocktail?" The bartender felt a little strange. No customer had ever made such a request before.

Nakamori Akina was a little anxious and gestured with her hands, "It's a sweet cocktail with small particles in the middle that has a pudding-like texture, without any alcohol flavor."

"Sorry, I'm going to ask the master for advice. Please wait a moment." The bartender thought hard, but he still couldn't remember when the king had made such a drink. He turned around and quickly walked through the curtain to find a master for help.<

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Not long after, a man with an Indian-style beard came to Nakamori Akina. He was across the bar from her and mixed drinks on the spot. Nakamori Akina held her chin up and watched with interest this man who seemed to be from

A man from a foreign land plays with the drinking utensils.

"Miss, I have only mixed the wine you mentioned once."

"Huh? But I drank here." Akina Nakamori was very surprised.

"I have a good memory," the man dressed in a unique way said, his beard trembling. "Last Christmas, I made a cocktail for a very special guest. You should be Nakamori

Miss Akina."

The bearded man laughed, his belly seemed to contain infinite stories and secrets, and as his beard trembled, shadowless waves rippled in the air.

"At that time, the Narita manager told me that it must be a non-alcoholic drink that looks like wine. I asked more and found out that it was specially made for Ms. Nakamori. Suddenly I was inspired and hurriedly mixed the cocktail.

I sent it over. However, I haven’t heard Nakamori-san’s evaluation yet, so I don’t dare to name it without permission, let alone sell it publicly in the store.”

Before Akina Nakamori came to her senses, the bearded man had already gently placed the luxurious purple cocktail in front of her.

"Please give Nakamori-san a try to see if it suits your taste."

Akina Nakamori was like a little girl who couldn't hold her breath. The moment her lips touched the goblet, surprise appeared from the corner of her eyes, "It tastes really good! And it feels a little different."

"As expected of Nakamori-san," the bearded man pinched his little finger, blinked, and showed a mischievous expression, "Actually, he put in a little alcohol. Nakamori-san is not a child anymore, it doesn't matter if he drinks a little, right?

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These words have a sense of force. Rather than asking for Nakamori Akina's opinion, it is better to tell her the fact after finishing the prank.

"How do you know my age?"

Although the personal information of this idol queen has been widely publicized by the media, she does not regard herself as a particularly extraordinary person in private. She is just an ordinary person chatting with bearded men.

Such innocence makes people unable to bear to hurt her.

"Because I am a fan of Akina-chan."

Akina Nakamori was amused and laughed, "How can any fan drink alcohol for an idol under the age of twenty?"

"Shh!" The bearded man panicked, pretending to be mysterious, "Don't tell Narita-san, he will definitely kill me if he finds out!"

"How could it be? Narita-san is a reasonable and good man."

The bearded man laughed and took this opportunity to talk to Nakamori Akina about Narita Masaru's gossip.

One of them spoke in a decent manner, and the other listened with great interest. No one expected that Miss Akina Nakamori not only danced to her heart's content, but also satisfied a curiosity that she had never noticed.

"Akina-chan, do you remember that tango just now?" The two of them were chatting passionately, and the bearded man called "Akina-chan" instead, throwing all the polite honorifics into the music whirlpool.

Nakamori Akina nodded. At this time, she had drank half of the cocktail in the glass, "What's wrong? It sounds good."

"Speaking of which, Narita-san is a master of tango. Koike-san forced me to ask him about it at the store's celebration party." The bearded man whispered mysteriously, fearing that Narita Masaru would suddenly slap him on the back of the head.

Slap.

"Tango?!"

"I didn't expect it. Our king's manager is very good at dancing. He is not inferior to the dancing prince Tahara Toshihiko-san."

Narita Masaru has rarely danced tango in front of others since he became an adult. Even Aomiya Yoko has never seen it before. The bearded man's exaggerated statement made Nakamori Akina mistakenly think that he had seen it with his own eyes.
Chapter completed!