"San Takitani."

Shiina Iori was sitting on the minibus, turning her head in confusion and looking at the agent lady beside her.

"If I remember correctly, my part-time job should be just someone else's boyfriend, right?"

While he said, he turned his head to signal the photography team carrying various equipment on the car, with a lot of small cannons and small cannons, looking confused.

"Is our company going to change careers and shoot idol dramas?"

"Of course not."

Ai Takitani smiled bitterly.

Today's agent Sang is still wearing a close-fitting suit and one-step skirt.

Her legs were slit up and sideways, and the high heels on her feet were slightly tiptoed, probably a little uncomfortable.

She whispered to Iori and explained that the light lipstick was faintly bright in the sunlight reflected by the window, and her clothes were covered with a few rays of lavender—or perhaps the fragrance.

"Didn't you say it on the phone yesterday? This is the company's publicity strategy!"

"It's for publicity!"

Shiina Iori was even more puzzled: "What should I do when promoting my boyfriend to rent my boyfriend and collaborate with Otome Game Company? Generally speaking, shouldn't we find voice actors and idols?"

Ai Takitani glanced at the circle of promotional and distribution team members around him, almost pressed his head on Shiina Iori's shoulders, and muttered in a low voice: "Actually, it's because our company didn't ask for money, and he paid a lot of money. As long as the app signs and synchronous promotion..."

"You don't know that last month, because a lot of traffic was distributed by other rental companies, our company's overall performance declined by 30%, which made President Hamakao so angry that he poured me three bottles of wine in the office."

"This month, she has thought of many ways to make our club famous!"

Ai Takitani said while turning his fingers: "Kanzaki and Mizuki are model promotions, Daisuke and their boyfriends go to the street to promote, Okada and the others are even more miserable, so they go to the underground bar to sing all night."

"Relatively speaking, we are already much better here, just as a real boyfriend and the game are linked."

"In fact, I just put on a pose and took a few photos and recited the lines."

"In addition, their company will use you as a prototype to play a game character, and you can also play their games if you have the chance."

Shiina Iori waved her hand: "Forget it, it's strange to guide myself in the game."

As the two were talking, the minibus suddenly braked suddenly.

Ai Takiya, who was keeping close to Iori, suddenly shook his body.

"Bang."

The head hit Iori's chest like a cow.

Ai Takitani felt a pain in her nose, and her face seemed to be printed on a hard wall.

But the shoulders were firmly held.

"Is it okay?"

Shiina Maki didn't feel anything.

He could not touch the big rabbit at all at this collision angle.

The lucky perverts from god-like angles in love novels are indeed fake.

"No, it's okay."

The agent's lady rubbed her nose and supported her palms on him, making her eyes a little red because of the pain:

"Iori, you're too hard."

"well enough?"

While the two were muttering, the personnel from the photography team next to them were already carrying the Chepi down through the door, and they all moved very quickly, as if they had been used to it for a long time.

When the two got off the bus along the crowd, the shooting and recording teams were looking for points according to the scheduled set, and waiting for the team who had the previous set to finish shooting - the shooting venues here were all booked in advance, and then they were allocated and used in the scheduled time in turn.

There is still some time before the shooting begins.

"Ah~!"

Before Shiina Iori started reading the line book, she heard a familiar voice coming from the side.

Turning his head, he saw Chiho Aoba who was pressed by a female agent to put on makeup on the small table.

But after just turning his head, the makeup artist who painted the thrush accidentally missed his hand and bent out an unnecessary hook on his little face.

"First, put on my makeup and then go to Shizunajun!"

The female agent pressed Chiho's little head and warned her fiercely.

So, Chiho Aiba obediently was pressed to put on makeup.

"Aaba Sang is with me too?"

Shiina Iori turned her head and asked Takitani Ai.

“Yes~”

When Takiya loves to talk, she couldn't help but squint her eyes and smile: "But Chiho-chan from the heroine's perspective doesn't have to read the lines, she just needs to be cute!"

While saying that, she gently pressed Iori's waist with the pointed elbow: "Although our company does not allow internal distribution in principle, this opportunity is barely allocated to you for the sake of unexpected fit!"

"Get it well! Iori Jun~"

The agent's tone is ambiguous.

That's it, but even Shiina Iori could see that Miss Takitani was just worried about handing over a "special" child like Chiho to someone else's hands.

But...will you feel relieved if you give it to me?

Shiina Iori glanced at the agent with a helpless look.

I feel underestimated.

"Ah~!"

After finishing his makeup, Aoba Chiho ran towards Iori in a pair of brown leather shoes, waved his hand high to say hello.

The makeup artist and the female agent behind him both smiled helplessly and raised their waists.

Just as Shiina Iori was about to reach out and catch the girl in front of him who looked like she would hit him, a cell phone was held high in front of him.

【That’s great! Fortunately, Iori, you are here.】

[I was still worried about how to play the show!]

【Through nervous.】

Aiba Chiho held up his cell phone while tilting his head and looking at Iori's expression from the side of the cell phone.

It seemed like I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Shiina Iori was puzzled: "I don't know how to play the show either. Aren't we both newcomers?"

Aiba Chiho was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately shook his head quickly.

Typing on your phone with a crackling sound under your hands.

【Not not!】

【Iori you just need to take out the feeling of playing with girls in your palms!】

[Oshima San said that scumbags' acting skills are all first-class!]

【I trust you!】

Aiba Chiho stretched out his little head from behind the phone, looking at him seriously, with a flash of light in his big eyes.

Clench your fists hard in your hands.

Shows full trust in him.

Shiina Iori looked at her with a confused look on her face.

Who is the scumbag?

Why don't I know?

After expressing his full trust in Iori, Chiho Aiba blushed and lowered his head with a little carelessness, continuing to type.

【Also, when shooting...】

【Iori, can you be gentler?】

【I'm a little nervous.】

Aiba Chiho seemed a little embarrassed. After raising his phone this time, he didn't dare to continue looking at him.

Shiina Iori is unaware, so: "It's OK, but there should be no action in the photos and scenes we are going to take, right?"

Chiho Aiba was typing to explain, but the shooting team suddenly started shouting loudly.

"The previous one has been finished!"

"Props! Are the props ready?"

“OK!”

"Hey! Sakurai Kun, change your clothes quickly!"

"Act 1."
Chapter completed!