“——That, I still have work at noon today…”

He stood in the entrance with Tian Yuki, dressed in a well-equipped manner, and his cheeks were blushing since the beginning.

"...so...I'll say goodbye first."

"Ah, yoda-chan, be careful on the way."

Listening to Qiu Yang's father looking at him with a crooked look on his face and saying goodbye to him in fluent Japanese, the girl felt even more ashamed of being ashamed of being embarrassed - what! Is uncle's Japanese so good? Isn't that the words Yuki said just now, he also understood?

"...Nan, see you next time uncle!"

"Yeah, see you next time."

In a panic, he had no time to nodded slightly to Qiu Yang, then pulled the door and ran away.

"What a cute girl..."

“…Old hooligan.”

Qiu Yang looked at his father's reluctance to stick to the door, and he couldn't take back his eyes, and he felt in his heart.

"You boy..."

"--stop."

Seeing his father turning his head to look at him, he interrupted the other party's upcoming inquiry.

"...I'll say it first, it's not what you think."

"I didn't say anything yet...what do I think? It's a foregone conclusion that the little girl walked out of the bedroom..."

Qiu's father narrowed his eyes and looked very interested with his expression, "It's no need for you boy to pretend to me."

"Don't tell me, I didn't do it anymore - don't let me look down on you, bastard."

"What kind of dad is this..."

Qiu Yang complained wildly in his heart, but he could not refute it thoroughly.

"Hey, I really didn't do it...but it's not considered that I didn't do it..."

"—No, what happened to Nanamin I just met?"

After slapped his head, Qiu's father seemed to suddenly remember something.

"You guy is very wild! You're almost there when I was young - no, or did you get caught and raped? No..."

“Stop and stop…”

He looked dark and could call himself a time management master if he let the old and unreasonable train go on.

"It's a long story about this... I'm not sure..."

He told the Sony faction struggle that he had finally clarified and the entanglements of Hashimoto Nanami. Qiu's father's brows gradually became tightened.

"There is such a thing... No wonder I felt strange when I was in Shanghai before. When I was photographed like this, I always felt that Nanamin was not afraid or angry. She obviously hated these things the most. At that time, I thought she had a good temper. Now, even if this secret photo shoot was accidental, she was probably not afraid, right?"

“…is this true?”

Qiu Yang lowered his head and felt a little disappointed. It turned out that her father, who had only met her, felt something was wrong, but he was slow but he didn't notice it at all.

"——But after listening to this story, I think you should be careful."

Father Qiu pondered for a moment, and it was also a change of tone.

"How to say it?"

"You can still maintain your stable life now, and it's entirely up to what you just said. Nanamin hasn't reported the breakdown of your relationship yet, right?"

The middle-aged man restrained his cynical look just now, and gestured with an empty hand on the coffee table with a serious face.

"However, judging from the actions of returning the keys, it is hard to say how long this kindness can last. Once Muramatsu knows that you cannot use it for him, can you bear the extreme measures that come immediately?"

“…”

Qiu Yang was silent. He didn't think about what Qiu's father said, but he didn't think so deeply. Now that he thought about it, he really gave his fate to Nanamin to make a decision.

"Nanamin's retreat to the circle was rumored to be a victim of the failed seizure of power by the Muramatsu faction. Now you are involved in a similar struggle. I am not worried about your withdrawal from the circle. I am worried that my son will encounter more."

The man stroked his chin and his eyes were terrifying.

"Or why don't you go back to China after you finish your studies in a monk? There is only half a year left? - After all, I asked you to come to Neon to study, but I didn't expect you to have done so many things for me."

“…I’ll think about it again.”

Staring at his father Ruju's gaze, Qiu Yang felt a little guilty: It was indeed his own headless and willful entry that he would be deeply trapped in the quagmire of the artistic world.

However, leaving everything behind and returning to China was not the decision he wanted to make - it would be fine if he was a timid deserter, even if he was willing to withdraw, it would be fine if he had been in the past, but now...

“——Oh, forget it…”

Seeing his son's face in embarrassment, Qiu sighed, but instead smiled.

"If you agree to go back to China immediately, it will not be like my son - it's a girl, right? Are you worried that your withdrawal will cause harm and influence to the people around you?"

"……Um."

He nodded. No one knows his son as good as his father. Qiu Yang has experienced this sentence more than once.

"That's OK, but you should weigh the trade-offs yourself, and when necessary, rely on the power you need to rely on - although I don't know very well, if you can survive as a foreigner, there must be more than Sony behind you, right?"

Seeing his son nodding and acquiescent, the middle-aged man's face changed to a look of relief.

"After all, I am a twenty-four-year-old man. There are some things you don't need to teach you. You should have a picture. There is only one thing - as long as you want, I can always create a place of return for you unconditionally."

"dad……"

Qiu Yang was a little moved. However, when he heard the rustling sound, the moment he raised his head, some of the emotions that surged disappeared again and punched the man on the thigh.

"——Next time, when you are saying these sensational nonsense, can you not say it while looking through my photo album?"

...

...

"...Okay, you haven't said that yet. What's the point of visiting me suddenly?"

Qiu Yang packed up his bookshelf and looked at the man pretending to rub his knees on the sofa in a blink of an eye.

"It hurts so much. What a guy, I'm here to beat me with such a big shot?"

“…I just hit the thigh.”

"And you actually bought a photo album of Yoda Jiang? Really, you've obviously slept until you're a real person..."

"...If you talk nonsense, this home may not have your place."

"Okay, okay, I say I say..."

Father Qiu raised his hands with a helpless expression on his face.

"Didn't I say this... I know my baby son's birthday, so I'll surprise you?"

“—If you weren’t the one who raised me in the first twenty-four years, I could barely believe it.”

Qiu Yang turned his father, who was still driving the train, walked to the entrance with a blank expression on his face and tried to open the door.

“——Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I said, I’m here to attend the handshake meeting…”

Mr. Qiu blushed, and he seemed a little ashamed to say it in front of his son.

"…akbsan? Aren't you no longer following any other Huya after graduation?"

"Isn't there a new little girl again...? You recommended it to Brother pp."

He blinked greasyly at himself.

"Akb doesn't need to prepare for red and white at the end of the year now. I will shake hands and support and condolences..."

"...Which little sister is it? You are the little idol you are going to shake hands now. Maybe you are younger than me, right? Daddy fans?"

Qiu Yang held his forehead and always felt a bit embarrassed to have such a father.

"What's the name? Maybe I can ask someone to ask you for an autograph or something - but you can be more low-key!"

"I understand..."

When Qiu's father heard that he had a straight pen, he immediately smiled and said, completely forgot that he was still thinking about letting his son leave, and the next second the speed of light was the bonus of the parents of the artist.

"...I don't know if you recognize me or not, I'm called Xiaoli Youyi..."

“Eh???”

Qiu Yang was stunned. Is it such a coincidence?

"—What's wrong, haven't you heard of it?"

Father Qiu looked at his son with a nervous look on his face, fearing that his pen would fly away.

"No... I've heard of it."

Qiu Yang looked embarrassed - not only because he had heard of it, but also because I had held someone's hand.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little grateful that his father was no longer interested in Nogizaka. Otherwise, according to his penetration level, he would just pick a fan, but there is a high probability that he would stage a forbidden plot of his father.
To be continued...