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Mai Sakurajima took out her mobile phone, and with the clicking sound, images of young girls jumping and singing appeared on the screen of the mobile phone.

"Higuchi-san's main business is still idols." The boy smiled, "We have seen a scene that Higuchi-san usually hardly sees, and we are lucky as colleagues."

"agree."

The singing soundtrack is refreshing, and one can't help but think of the beach in midsummer. The sun is shining on the skin, and when the heat is extremely hot, he jumps into the sea, letting the cool sea water wash his body, and the sea breeze blows his face.

This is perfect.

Idol groups represent perfection.

At this moment, the boy is in the blue waves, watching the four girls jumping in the sea.

He reconfirmed his previous thoughts, Madoka Higuchi, she really looked pretty when she smiled.

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Chapter 9 Well, nice chat!

Shine on, now.

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"Shine! Shine here now!"

The fans shook the keepsakes and light sticks in their hands vigorously, and gave warm applause for the singing of the idol group.

"Yeah... really amazing, idol group." The boy sighed.

I have also seen the performance of the Noctchill idol group on TV programs or mobile phone videos before. I watched the youthful girls show their singing voice and posture on the stage, and I applauded their performance.

But when he was on the scene and intuitively felt the sea breeze blowing in his face, the boy still felt his heart surge.

Maybe it's the same as going to a museum to see a work of art. People always feel better when they see beautiful things.In the same way, the writer will feel better when he closes the coding software and opens Steam.

"I went to the lovelive competition last year, and there were even more people there." Miura Yuma came from behind the boy, and he looked straight at the stage with sincere eyes, not like staring at those idols, but more like It is looking at something far away, longing for something.

"The voices of thousands of people, applause, cheers, the feeling of being affirmed..."

"Miura-san really wants to hold a concert."

"Hahahaha, there is no way, after all, this is my childhood dream."

As the idols slowly left the stage, the fans sat in place, calling their names over and over again, and they were not satisfied, and they even poured out the shouts of "one more song".

"Let's go, hurry up and ask for autographs, don't be crowded if you are late." Takeda Hiroshi has been to the scene many times, and he is really experienced.

Leaving the venue early, several people passed through the fans who were still full of enthusiasm, and walked quickly to the red carpet where the idol signed autographs for fans.

The idol has a signature smile on his face, signs autographs for fans, shakes hands with fans, and sometimes takes photos with fans. After a set of procedures, the idol gets the support of the fans, and the fans gain their own happiness. It is a win-win situation! .

"It's coming, sure enough."

The girl who gave the boy the ticket sat in the first seat on the left, and was also the center of the idol group. She looked at the boy who was chatting nonsense with her friends with blue eyes, and said softly, "Ah...that...what is it? with?"

"Eh? Touchan, what's the matter?"

"Well... How should I put it, it's really good."

"Eh?"

Madoka Higuchi exhaled slowly, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip of water, and was not surprised to hear the conversation between the two childhood sweethearts, because she was used to it after all.

The job of an idol is just to make jokes, which is what she believed when she first entered the industry.

Actors are about the same. In addition to laughing, they also cry, sell the character design of the role, and sell facial expressions.

In the past, some actors had stiff and strange facial expressions, and when they cried, they were wiped out during the audition like laughing. Similar to this kind of actors, they couldn't even control their expressions freely, so they couldn't walk on the screen.

After sorting out her emotions, she patted her cheek lightly, and Madoka Higuchi sorted out her tired emotions. . .No, it's a bit of a misunderstanding to say this, it should be stuffing tired emotions behind a mask.

The next moment, she showed a smile that made fans cheer.

Is it weird to wear a mask?Everyone has a mask.

Looking at the small group in front of the queue, Madoka Higuchi saw a lot of acquaintances, including actors and colleagues filmed in the actor circle, and the young man who talked about music with Kaede Sakakibara last Christmas.

"How did they come?"

The words she asked looked like questioning, but her tone was flat and not offensive, just a simple question.

"Ah..." The girl with short hair dyed highlights tried hard to think back, and finally shook her head slightly, "I forgot..."

"Hey."

For this answer, Madoka Higuchi was not too surprised. She nodded to the sweaty forehead staff, "We are all ready."

The idol group was ready, the staff opened the fence, and the fans stepped onto the carpet one by one in an orderly manner, with polite and gentle steps, showing an air of humility.

Fans choose idols, but idols do not have the right to choose fans.

It is also a headache to have annoying fans under them. Artists in the entertainment industry need to lead by example and tell fans what to do and what not to do. This will not only improve their reputation, but also prevent them from Facing the reality that there are black fans all over the world.

This is why artists need to be virtuous, and it is right to guide fans as a role model.

Looks like Noctchill fans are great.

The boy came to the idol, and as a preparation, he specially brought a pair of brand new blue and white casual shoes.

Mai Sakurajima, who was walking behind him, was stunned and poked the boy's back.

The boy turned around in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"You went to buy shoes yourself?" Mai Sakurajima asked in disbelief.

The boy chuckled and shook his head, calm and calm, "Iida-san heard that I came here, and specially prepared such a pair of running shoes for me with funds from the STARS office—he plans to list them in the display cabinet in the lounge in the future."

Originally, Mai Sakurajima, who watched her child grow up step by step, was like a deflated ball. At this time, she was a little powerless to complain about the pair of managers and the artists under the manager.

"These shoes are bought for offering, not for wearing."

The boy came forward with a smile and greeted the highlighted girl who gave him the ticket.

After shaking hands, taking photos, and signing a set of procedures, the boy gained a lot. He took the logo bag with the name of the group printed on it from the staff on the side, and put the group photo in an envelope and put it in the bag.

Do as the Romans do, come to participate in an idol event, isn't this the picture?

Madoka Higuchi, who was sitting next to the dyed girl, saw the boy approaching, and quickly withdrew the smile she was showing to the fans.

The boy came to Madoka Higuchi and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Higuchi-san, where's your smile?"

"Miracle magic and smiles are not free."

Higuchi Madoka said lightly, her voice was soft, revealing a kind of extra relaxation, she leaned back on the chair without an idol image, and stretched out her hand.

"what?"

"Shake hands."

The boy couldn't help frowning, and raised his sword eyebrows, "You just kill your acquaintances, right?!"

"Yes."

Kaede Sakakibara curled her lips, the Madoka Higuchi in front of him was the Madoka Higuchi who was resting when she was an actor, lamenting the fall of the idol in her heart, she stretched out her hand and shook her.

After signing on the blue sneakers, we came to the final photo session.

"Higuchi-san, why do I feel that you smiled more happily when the crew took pictures?"

The boy looked at the smile in the photo that resembled the male protagonist who is not only Asahi but also rich in gold in the galgame, and then looked at Madoka Higuchi with a calm face standing beside him in the photo, and couldn't help feeling very puzzled.

Where's the smile?

I'm the hero who wants to protect everyone's smiles, yes. . .What about this smile?

"Sakakibara-san, this is your illusion." Higuchi Madoka seemed to smile, the smile was very weak, and he couldn't see it unless he observed it himself.

This work attitude is simply a scab!

OK, nice chat.

After shaking hands and signing autographs with two other idols, the boy saw Madoka Higuchi who was winking to the camera with Mai Sakurajima, and his body was filled with anger and blood.

Sure enough, the group performance that day was the trigger, the boy rested his chin in thought, after all, Madoka Higuchi had to hold the dead body and cry, regretting that acting for a lifetime is still too difficult, and it is only natural to feel tired.

Uehara Yo and Takeda Hiroshi put away their autographs and group photos with gratitude, and after changing their faces at the speed of light, they joined Kaede Sakakihara and others waiting outside the queue.

"How about something to eat?" Mai Sakurajima suggested.

At this time, it was noon, and there was an area for eating and drinking in Fes, and there was an appointment with Sister Miura to meet there, and a few people could find a small restaurant to deal with it casually.

A few of them are unknown wage earners who have just entered the showbiz circle. Among them, Mai Sakurajima is the only one who has achieved fame. Not to mention having a net worth of over [-] million, at least they have meat and wine every day.

Miura Yuma glanced at the map, pointed to the eating area, "How about going to eat a light meal like a sandwich and hot dog?"

"OK."

"no problem."

All members voted to pass, Miura Yuma saw this and sent a message to his sister, telling her the address.

Everyone walked along the way, during which they could hear singing and applause from other places in the venue, and fans frantically waved light sticks. This is indeed a grand event for idols.

The boy originally thought that the food and beverage prices here are very expensive, like those restaurants in tourist places that specialize in slaughtering people. What, a bottle of mineral water?No bargaining for ten yuan!

He is not cash-strapped, but is used to this kind of life.

For example, in the movie "Brewster's Millionaire" or the remake of "The Richest Man in Xihong City", the protagonist gets a lot of money at once, and has to spend more than a billion dollars every day.

The boy also has similar troubles at the moment. The salary slips in the first few months are really very generous-by the way, the father of the original owner cut off his monthly living expenses of 10 yuan after he graduated from high school, probably because he gave up on him. Or the family was reorganized, and there was no obligation to raise him, the boy didn't know.

Even if it was clear, he wouldn't care.

It's not brevity, and it's not economy.

But without desire.

There is no desire for shopping, no desire for krypton gold, and no desire for travel.

The only thing that may exist in him now is lust and appetite.

Looking away from the juniors who were chatting at the next table, the boy and Uehara Yao got up and bought food for the people at this table.

Hot dog hamburger sandwich, simple and rude but cheap.

Mai Sakurajima took off her mask, biting a chicken sandwich, glanced at the gentle boy biting a hot dog, and snorted contemptuously.

Looking at the blond girl sitting at the next table who seemed to be wearing cherry-colored petals of love, Mai Sakurajima sighed and tapped the boy's calf with her foot.

The boy raised his eyes and hid the hot dog behind his back, "Sister Sakurajima, what do you want?"

Mai Sakurajima stared at her beautiful eyes, keeping her big trotters on guard against her own food, right?

"Sister Miura-san, aren't you going to say something?"

Hearing Mai Sakurajima's pointed words, the boy looked back sideways and saw Miura Yuiko with stars in his eyes, and nodded slightly, "This is a feeling of admiration for stars, not liking, Sakurajima-senior You still don't understand."

"Worship? Like?"