1986, Create a Miss Tokyo Ichiban

Chapter 37 I’m only ten years old!

As the director of Fuji TV, Koichi Keda has seen many beautiful actresses.

So he also has a pair of eyes that can look for beauty.

According to Kageta Koichi, women of every age group have a face that best represents the most beautiful standard of that age group.

And the girl with her high ponytail swaying in front of him, smiling and singing, must be the most beautiful representative of her age group!

none of them!

And what surprised Kageta Koichi even more was that this little girl's singing talent was frighteningly high.

This cheerful song, which he had never heard before, was performed perfectly by the little girl.

It even reminds Kageda Koichi of the feeling of some well-known artists in the singing industry who have only been able to sing a song for more than ten years.

This is the effect of professional level!
Photographer Uehara sighed: "Supervisor, have I followed you on that show recently and my character has deteriorated?"

"Why do I feel my heart pounding when I see a ten-year-old girl?!"

"Don't mention that show. Thinking about the follow-up planning gives me a headache."

"Your problem can only be attributed to the fact that a woman's beauty is not limited to her age!"

The thing that Keda Koichi is worried about is the third round of live competition planning for the ongoing island-wide beauty contest.

The Island-wide Beauty Contest is a beauty pageant organized by a behind-the-scenes consortium and several television stations.

This large-scale draft event, which has lasted for decades after the island nation, happens to be the first one this year.

The arrangement of each link was a headache for original supervisors like Kageta Koichi.

After all, they are crossing the river by feeling the stones.

"It's a pity that the minimum registration age for this competition is 13 years old, otherwise this girl would have been able to sign up!"

Zhang Yu Qinyin's "Onion Throwing Song" was sung twice. During the second time, the surrounding customers couldn't help but clap their hands and sing along with the cheerful rhythm.

It has a sense of déjà vu at a large-scale road show in later generations.

Although "Song of Scallions" has been sung, Qin Yin's [Labor Glory Card] is still in effect.

Many customers who were waiting in line suddenly became generous and bought four or five cups of milk tea in one go.

You know, a cup of milk tea is not cheap.

The interview team's previous negative impression of the Big Miss Milk Tea Shop had almost dissipated. At Kageta Koichi's signal, Miss Yukimura took the initiative to contact the store manager, Yamada Haruko, and requested an interview.

"I'm really sorry. The boss is not in the store. Only the boss's child is here now, the little girl who was singing just now."

“If you’re just here for the tasting, then please get in line!”

Manager Haruko's words made Miss Yukimura a little puzzled.

They are Fuji TV!
Or are you here to report on their milk tea? Why don’t you even have the privilege of jumping in line?
Yamada Haruko remembered what Kotone told her just now, gritted her teeth and refused to open the door to the other party.

As the news spread, the faces of foreign tourists and local neighbors who had been irritated by the long queues became calmer.

Even people from the famous Fuji TV station have to line up according to the rules. What does it matter if I wait a little longer?

Compared to Miss Yukimura's dissatisfaction, Watanabe Nozuna unexpectedly supported the milk tea shop's approach.

"This attitude of treating all customers equally is the principle that a real gourmet restaurant must always abide by!"

Watanabe Nozuna stood calmly in the queue and continued to wait.

However, the queue dissipated extremely slowly today, and I don’t know why. Many people made a temporary plan to bring back a cup of milk tea for their families.

Kotone even had to go upstairs to take out the tea inventory for the next two days to use.

When it was finally Watanabe Nozuna's turn, he originally planned to order only one cup, but ended up ordering two cups of all three types of milk tea. "Strange," Watanabe Nozuna said to himself as he touched his head, "Why do I have such a strong desire to consume today?"

Seeing Nozuna Watanabe walking out of the sales window carrying a bunch of milk tea, everyone in the film crew laughed.

Because the image of Mr. Watanabe is so inconsistent with his character as a "venomous gourmet"!
Watanabe opened a cup of milk tea under Uehara's lens and was about to start the test.

Suddenly, a breath of spring flowers appeared on the tips of Watanabe and Uehara's noses.

Both of them couldn't help but take a deep breath, and their entire nostrils were instantly filled with the rich smell of spring sunshine.

Watanabe was stunned. The aroma of this milk tea seemed to be exactly the same as the rumors!
But as a gourmet, he knew very well how it was possible to have such a complex aroma and the imaginative warm taste of the sun in reality.

Originally, Watanabe Nozuna was only going to take a small sip for the first bite, because this was in line with his character as a picky gourmet.

But he couldn't hold it back for a moment and took a big sip.

Warm sunshine seems to fill the mouth, and every cell in the mouth is awakened by the spring breeze and welcomes its own spring.

Watanabe felt that his already extremely sensitive taste buds and oral sensations had been sublimated and expanded.

There was a strange illusion telling him that every cell in his mouth seemed to be able to accurately detect the temperature of spring and the urge to forget all worries.

When the milk tea enters the stomach, a warm feeling that is most suitable for each individual spreads from the stomach to the limbs and veins. At that moment, you can clearly feel your spine squirming and pulling up section by section. The nerve endings are all sending the same message to the brain - feel comfortable!
Thousands of information representing "comfort" come together to form "happiness"!
"Mr. Watanabe!"

After asking several questions, Miss Yukimura had no choice but to raise her voice when she saw no response from the other party.

"Sorry, I'm sorry!"

Watanabe Nozuna breathed a long sigh of relief, first apologized to Miss Yukimura, and then looked at the milk tea in his hand with shock.

"There is nothing wrong with the description in the comic book," Watanabe Nozuna looked at the extra cups of milk tea he bought with bright eyes, "This is indeed the eldest lady's milk tea with the warmth of spring breeze and happiness!"

"This milk tea is so amazing!"

Before Miss Yukimura could ask the next question, Watanabe Nozuna took another big sip of milk tea.

This made Miss Yukimura unable to bear it any longer.

The aroma of milk tea had tortured her for ten seconds. For such a long ten seconds, she didn't know how she could resist the urge to snatch Mr. Watanabe's milk tea.

She picked up Watanabe's cup of milk tea without any regard for politeness, opened the lid and took a sip.

The next second, Miss Yukimura, who was so happy that she squinted her eyes, was like a cat sleeping in the afternoon, exuding an aura called "comfort" all over her body.

Kageda Koichi and Uehara were not polite to Watanabe, and immediately had a drink each.

This smell..., my God, what kind of language, words or patterns should be used to describe it?
Forget it, let’s buy another drink first!

Reluctantly putting down the empty milk tea cup, Kageda Hongichi raised his head and looked at the long line of people in front of him.

He suddenly focused his attention on the queue-jumping girl not far away who was keeping the customers going.

Such a cute little girl should be easy to deceive, right?

"Ah, is she the daughter of the milk tea shop owner?"

"I am Director Kageta Koichi from Fuji TV. Please take care of me."

"Ah, don't get me wrong, please put down the stick!"

"The reason why I disturb the little girl is because I want to ask, little girl, are you interested in participating in the National Beauty Contest?"

Qinyin waved the stick in her hand and looked at the salty director with suspicion.

"Haha, you have to be at least 13 years old to register for the competition, right? Sorry, I'm only ten years old!"

(End of this chapter)