Chapter 491 [490] Wudang Hall (I)

"Iorikun?"

"Iori!"

"It's coming soon."

While sleepy, Shiina Iori narrowed her eyes slightly.

The sunlight outside the car window was a little dazzling, and a slight shaking feeling came from under his butt. His shoulders were pushed by someone's little hands, and his tone was a little helpless.

Open your eyes.

Miss Yui was sitting in the same row next to him, and in front of him were Shino and Nagisa.

I was wearing glasses on my left side and didn't forget to handle official business in the car.

After reacting for a while, he finally woke up a little, rubbed his eyes, and woke up a little.

"So fast."

"Where?" Yui stopped when she saw him awake. "We've been blocking the road for almost half an hour."

Shiina Iori sat upright and looked out the car window with bustling figures.

Today is the day when the Wudang Hall concert begins.

They are now on the way to the Japanese Budokan.

Because it was a holiday, there were large-scale events nearby, even though a few people had already gone out an hour in advance, they were still stuck on the road not far from the martial arts hall.

If it is for ordinary audiences, such a short distance is much faster than driving.

But Shiina Iori naturally cannot do it.

Let’s not talk about the so-called style of celebrities. Just talking about being surrounded by fans, it’s a big problem to be difficult to move forward.

In addition, it is not easy to pack all the crystal palaces of Shiina's masters and not cause sensation in the media.

"Do you want to give you some makeup first?"

Seeing his still sleepy look, Shino smiled and raised the mirror to show him, reminding him: "The dark circles are very heavy."

"Who do you think is the fault?"

Shiina Iori looked at herself with a hint of hair in the mirror, with a dark circle wrapped in her eyes. Then she looked at the little fox senior with red face in front of her, her tone was quite resentful.

Was the one he brought home to Lord Fox Fairy or Miss Succubus?

This is a problem.

Since I was caught with Chiho the day before yesterday, Iori's waist has not been idle for the past two days.

The donkey from the production team can't stand it even when it comes.

"Cough! Cough--"

Nagisa, who had been turning her head and looking out the window, suddenly coughed twice, as if trying to maintain her presence, or perhaps she wanted to express her dissatisfaction through this move.

"."

"snort."

When she noticed the look of Iori looking over, the landlord didn't say anything, but just looked back with a very disgusting look.

When he heard this topic, Yui next to him turned his head with a little blushing face.

She also has a share in the fact that Iori has not had enough sleep recently.

Only Yuki Terajima still bowed his head seriously and solved the official business.

When the carriage gradually became quiet, I turned to Shiina Iori with a very calm gaze. The thick glasses reflected slightly, obscuring the scrutiny gaze under the lens.

Only the little fox senior was reserved and flirting with the nutritional textbook in his hand, smiling.

“?!”

At this moment, Shiina Iori suddenly realized how dangerous he was now.

My brain, which was a little confused just now, suddenly became cold because of sleepiness. I immediately turned my head and looked out the window, trying to change the topic:

"Yes, right!"

"Lucky your car is very spacious. Did it be modified by yourself? It's not all bulletproof materials, right?"

"Um."

Yuki Terajima did not look up, and casually agreed while writing something: "It was modified from a military vehicle that was replaced by a Taobao."

"Ah, is that true!"

"Then, what about that one? I just found it! We have always had a car of similar models behind us, right?"

Shiina Iori's desire to survive was very strong: "Is that one of us?"

"right."

Yuki Terajima glanced at the rearview mirror and still looked calm.

As he said that, he seemed to remember something and reminded casually: "The surrounding areas of Tokyo have not been very stable recently. That team is the bodyguard I arranged for you."

"If it's not necessary, try not to leave their sight."

"Luckily you're too exaggerating."

Shiina Iori smiled awkwardly: "How many security incidents are there in the metropolis like Tokyo?"

"Hope."

Yuki Terajima's tone did not fluctuate.

There were probably other people present except Iori, so even when talking to Iori, she seemed to have no emotional fluctuations, and she always kept a calm and scrutinized look at others.

"oh--"

As he was talking, Yui, who was lying on the car window and looking out, suddenly exclaimed: "Many people!"

Hearing the sound, Shiina Iori also looked out the window.

What caught my eye was the long queue of people extending from the Japanese Budokan that was still far away to the nearby ones.

The dense flow of people lined up along the streets in long sequences, with several sorting points arranged in the middle, and there were staff with armbands in the middle of the team responsible for maintaining order.

The bustling crowds and traffic flow form two teams. When you look at it at first, some otakus who are not good at social interactions will even give birth to the illusion of crowds of fear.

Even though it is far away, you can hear the noise and noise formed by many subtle sounds, buzzing like a swarm of bees.

Looking at this scene, Shiina Iori felt a little relaxed inexplicably.

"It's finally here."

The Japanese Budou Hall is located at No. 2, Kitamaru Park, Chiyoda District, Tokyo. It was completed on October 3, 1964.

The whole is based on the dream temple of the Hokyotoji Temple as the sample, and it looks octagonal from top to bottom. The Ling Line of the Dafangliang is composed of the outline of Mount Fuji as the baseline. It looks traditional and simple from afar, but it is mixed with modern designs.

It is one of the most famous large-scale public competitive facilities in Japan.

Although it is famous, when this martial arts hall was originally designed, it did not plan for a super-large venue. In Iori's previous life, it can only be regarded as a small and medium-sized venue.

The first floor stipulates that 3,199 seats are fixed, and the second and third floors are 7,846 seats.

The original capacity was approximately 10,000 people.

Later, due to commercial promotion and leasing, the Japanese Budokan was gradually transformed into a large performing arts venue that could accommodate more than 30,000 people to watch at the same time.

Under the arrangement of the staff in the venue, Shiina Iori and others followed the backstage route to the parking lot that was vacant in advance in the rear.

A group of paparazzi reporters with long spears and short cannons had gathered in the distance.

Every time a car of people got off in the parking lot, a group of reporters flocked to the top, took a large stack of photos, and were then driven away by the staff.

After the next car came, it continued again.

Like a wave, it is pulled back and forth, pulling each other.

In order to avoid trouble, Shiina Iori arranged for Shino and others to get off the car first and enter the venue directly from the backstage staff passage to avoid being stopped by reporters halfway.

He himself took a bus with Yuki Terajima.

"Happy, aren't interested in the concert?"

Turning his head and looking at Yuki Terajima's calm expression, Shiina Iori couldn't help but ask curiously.

“A little noisy.”

Fortunately, he seemed to notice that it was not suitable for continuing to work on this occasion, so he put down his work and looked up at Iori.

My fingers bent my sideburns and my hair was gathered behind my ears, and I seemed to notice something:

"Iori, are you very suitable for this kind of occasion?"

"I?"

“Is there any?”
To be continued...