I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

But the reporter has no intention of backing down. He is an adult, and his self-esteem as an adult cannot bear to be dismissed by a high school student with just two words.

Although no one answered, they just stood there, looking on with cold eyes.

Wuma Xingjin was already upset while waiting for the results. Seeing the excessive attitude of these guys, he wanted to pick up his collars and throw them one by one into the pool of the fountain outside, so that they could experience the feeling of soaking their clothes in winter. Feeling of cold.

Nakaichi Rika and Oshimura Mayuko followed Wuma Xingjin's instructions, turned on the camera switch, and pointed the lens at the reporters blocking the door of the department.

However, some reporters put on masks in advance and stuffed their press badges into their arms. Others followed suit.

Wuma Xingjin sneered, strode forward and pulled off the mask of the bald reporter headed by him. His voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating:

"I recognize you. You were the one who filmed maiko in Kamogawa last time."

"You work at New Turtle Newspaper. Do you want me to tell you your name?"

Before the bald reporter hid his press card, Wu Ma Xingjin wrote down the words on it. As long as the leader retreated from the difficulty, the rest could be easily dispersed.

As for Kamogawa's filming of maiko, it was purely his inference.

I have been helping Kawaki Yoko for a while and have a certain understanding of large and small firms in the media industry.

The Shin Kame Newspaper seems to be in Kyoto, so it often publishes some Kyoto-style pictures on the Internet, many of which are of maiko and geisha stationed in the flower streets of Gion.

"You, how do you know?" the bald reporter hurriedly covered his face with his hands and exclaimed in shock.

"It's best to think carefully. Such a big change happened to Kanagawa's singing group. It is indeed a big news.

But it also gets national attention, if people know that you affect the treatment of players..."

Wuma Xingjin said in an orderly manner, hating these guys extremely in his heart.

His information was completely known to the other party, and the two little girls from the art award officials next to him pointed the camera in front of his face. This feeling of having nowhere to hide just made him escape from the camera immediately.

For the first time, the bald reporter understood the feelings of those he was chasing.

"I see......."

With the compromise of the bald reporter, Wuma Xingjin read out the names of several people and caused a small commotion. The situation was finally brought under control. The reporters, led by the nurse on duty, sat in the lobby.

Apparently he still refuses to give up.

Kamijou Shinji walked slowly over, and Uma Xingjin leaned against the wall dejectedly. He looked up at him and felt that he shouldn't make a promise with him.

Wuma Xingjin was a bit lukewarm:

"What? Are you here to mock me?"

Kamijou Shinji handed over a can of still warm spinach juice and said slowly:

"Don't say it so harshly."

"You do it for Arakawa Kotoyuki and Nagayama Ryoko, and I do it for my father's company reputation. We all live for others."

"That's why we say they are the same type of people."

"If it weren't for the conflict with Mrs. Kawasaki over the Art Prize competition, we might have become friends."

"But, we each have our own positions, and it is natural for us to oppose each other for our own persistence."

"The previous agreement is cancelled. After all, I also abstained." Kamijou Shinji seemed to be saying something insignificant.

"Easy victory is just like this..." Wuma Xingjin said in the middle of the sentence, laughing like a self-deprecation:

"That's right. People like you will not accept such a victory."

"Yes, it's just a pity that I couldn't compete with you."

"Actually, you know that in music-related fields, the gap between us will not change even if we don't abstain."

"It tastes really bad." Wu Ma Xingjin frowned: "The person who created spinach juice must be a guy with a dark mind."

"Is this what you came here to tell me?"

Wu Ma Xingjin's attitude softened. His heart was now focused on the minister, and he was not interested in continuing the conversation with Kamijou Shinji.

"Wuma Lord!"

The person who came in from the door was Kotoyuki Arakawa with an anxious look on his face, followed by Ryoko Nagayama, Megumi Morimiya and a group of companions from the dance group.

"Is Kiyuki-chan okay?"

"I don't know the specific situation yet, but I think the minister will be fine."

Wu Ma Xingjin didn't know whether he was comforting Arakawa Qinyue or himself, the guilt and hatred in his heart were twining like vines.

I get along with the minister day and night in the Literature Department every day.

If only it could be discovered earlier....

The sound of a sliding door rail caught everyone's attention. The attending doctor in a white coat was like a life-saving straw in Wuma Xingjin's eyes. The young man walked up and asked in a low voice.

"Minister, she..."

"The situation is not optimistic."

One sentence made Wuma Xingjin's heart instantly sink to the bottom, and his chest hurt.

Looking at Wuma Xingjin's appearance, the attending doctor hesitated, but finally said:

"I have never seen a patient as fragile as she is."

"simply......"

"It's as fragile as crystal."

"And the long hours of hard thinking made her physical condition worse."

"The inside of the body is full of cracks. It is on the verge of collapse at any time. It is a miracle that it can still move."

The attending doctor took out a white bottle from his pocket: "This you gave me..."

"After confirmation, this painkiller should be prepared by patients for frequent labor pains."

"Is there a cure?" Wuma Xingjin asked with a trembling voice.

The attending doctor shook his head regretfully: "There is no cause, and there is no feasible way to treat it."

"And even if there were, it would be too late."

"It's like you can't pull a boat back from the edge of a waterfall."

"This, that's it." Wuma Xingjin nodded mechanically.

Beautiful existences are eternal. How could a perfect person like the minister leave him? This must be an illusion.

Arakawa Kotoyuki couldn't accept it, and her lips moved: "This is not true..."

After a lot of physical exertion and eating, Nakazawa Shiori and others were so sleepy that they could hardly open their eyelids.

Wu Ma Xingjin looked at the girls in the dance group and said to Arakawa Kotoyuki:

"You go back first."

"But......."

"I'm here."

"Qingxue-chan, she..."

Wuma Xingjin suddenly said loudly: "Minister, she will be fine!"

"There will be a final tomorrow. If we don't hurry up and recover our strength, how can we face An Yiji Kaguhime?"

After persuading Arakawa Kotoyuki and others to go back to the hotel to rest, Wu Ma Xingjin lowered his steps and walked into the ward. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was obvious, and the floor was clean and reflective.

Looking out from the window on the third floor, the ever-extinguishing lights on the street have finally fallen asleep at this moment.

There was a girl lying quietly on the hospital bed, bathed in the bright moonlight. Her skin was as fine and beautiful as if it had been ground by crystal. It was so beautiful that it was sad.

The red lights on the tall buildings in the distance looked a little blurry for some reason. Wuma Xingjin suddenly felt that his palms were a little wet. Wuma Xingjin looked down at his hands, tears welling up in his eyes.

The young man unconsciously raised his hands to his eyes. Why was he crying?

Wouldn’t this make it difficult to see the minister’s face clearly?

The young man wiped away his tears desperately. It was the uneasy sight of desperately searching for something but not being able to find it.

Chapter 220 A happy ending...

At the end of March, the long winter is coming to an end, the weather is getting warmer, and it’s time to take off the shirt underneath.

After the semi-finals, the calligraphy group was regarded as an automatic forfeit due to the absence of Wu Ma Xingjin.

Although many fans complained about it, the rules are the rules and no one can change them.

As a result, the ratings plummeted, and Makoto Kawajiri was no longer qualified to host the finals.

The next day's finals started hastily in this atmosphere.

"Tickets for the finals are so expensive."

"I want to sell my husband's house to watch the finals. Is there anything Jimei can do?"

"Isn't this very simple? You don't even need to tell him."

"What? Doesn't my husband agree?"

"It's the landlord who doesn't agree."

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The semi-finals the day before were not satisfactory, and the audience's mood was as uncomfortable as eating fresh Junpei ice cream, but at least there was a player with such a distinguished status as An Yiji Kagumi, which was enough to make people flock to it.

You must know that this is the president of the Hitachi Foundation, a big shot that is rarely seen on TV. He is completely different from a commoner like himself. He cannot speak a word in his life. It is not worth spending a little money to see him with your own eyes.

Just when everyone thought that Kaguhime Ansuiji would undoubtedly continue to win the first place in the four competitions and become an unprecedented four gold medal winners...

An Yiji Kaguhime actually gave up directly.

That's right, giving up the entire game.

In front of the national audience, he gave up the golden trophy that countless people longed for.

However, all the media did not dare to make a few sharp comments and pretended to be dead without publishing a single report.

This edition of the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards ended in this way, almost making every viewer smash the TV and curse.