002. Expired Beauty

Akihito Takeuchi is a young man he met after his rebirth, a student at Aoyama Gakuin University.

A few days after he was reborn, on a cold night due to strong winds, Akihito Takeuchi and college students after his friendship poured into the store.

Odyssey does not have female guests alone, but it is fine to have a male lead.

That night, as if to combat the coldness caused by bad weather, the guests and hostesses alike were interested in showing warm, lively and frivolous female students, and invited the male waitresses to dance.

Akihito Takeuchi danced the worst, but he paid special attention to Shinichi Iwahashi, who was outstanding in dancing, and took the initiative to talk to him. This person is naturally self-cooked, and every time he comes to the store in the future, if Iwahashi Shinichi is on duty and sees him, he must greet him.

Although it is a bit strange that the waiters in the night club say "friendship with customers", it is always correct to say that they are familiar customers.

Tonight, Akihito Takeuchi was with three or four other male students, and several of them ordered whiskey and gleefully commented on the female singers singing on stage.

After a few pleasantries, Iwahashi Shinichi was about to retreat, but Akihito Takeuchi stopped him, "That's right, Iwahashi." Next Tuesday, are you free for the evening?"

"It's free in the evening. However, I work until half past five during the day. ”

He works three nights a week at Odyssey and five days at Yoyogi's pizza chain called "Lossac". Every Thursday of the week, the hours of the two offices overlap, and they must be very busy.

"If you have time, can you help me dance next Tuesday night?"

"What?"

"My friend who came to the store last time was in a band, and it was originally scheduled to be performed next Tuesday, but unfortunately a backup dancer broke his foot and now he has to find someone to temporarily top up. ”

"The band has a backup dancer?"

The band in Iwahashi's impression is the lead singer, guitar, bass, and drums, and there are all four of them, even if they have all four corners. Or add another synthesized keyboard. Anyway, I haven't seen anyone dancing.

Akihito Takeuchi said, "The composition of the band is not strange. ”

Well, it's his loneliness......

"There are many kinds of dance, and suddenly I don't have to do that. Iwahashi politely refused. He didn't want to waste his time playing with bands he hadn't heard of.

"I don't think so," Akihito Takeuchi still insisted, "Actually, she followed me to the store once before, and danced with you." Now she thought of you first and said that you are competent, so I volunteered to ask. ”

She?

Shinichi Iwahashi tried to remember if there was such a number one person among the schoolgirls he had seen who came to the store on Twitter, but he didn't even have an impressive figure in his mind.

"Of course, it's not for nothing, it's paid. At this time, Akihito Takeuchi said again.

Hearing that there was money to take, Shinichi Iwahashi finally became a little more serious. No one has trouble with money.

"The performance fee is not included, and the time spent in the middle of the rehearsal is also calculated as an hourly rate, which is 600 yen. ”

Akihito Takeuchi saw that he was starting to be interested, and hurriedly reported the conditions, "The leader of the band is a graduate of the Fine Arts Department of the Academy of Culture, and he has a lot of money. You should consider it a part-time job, so please think about it. ”

It seems good to go to dance with you and make some extra money. Anyway, when you're not working, you're idle, and if you can't do it, it's okay to go and see.

If you have the money, you can play with a band whose style is a mystery that you haven't heard of. As for whether it is the young master who has a lot of money to pay him, or the young man who chases his dreams with frugality, the background of the band has nothing to do with him.

Case.

"Oh well. Shinichi Iwahashi agreed.

During work hours, it was inconvenient to continue to talk about personal matters, so Akihito Takeuchi asked him for his contact information, how to arrange it in the future, and then called him.

Halfway back to the preparation room, Shinichi Iwahashi took a pen and paper, wrote down the phone number of his apartment, and handed it to Akihito Takeuchi while he was delivering something, not forgetting to explain in advance, "I have a part-time job at nine o'clock in the morning, and I can answer the phone before half past eight." ”

Akihito Takeuchi made an "OK" gesture, "I see, I'll contact you before then." ”

If you want to make a phone call, you have to explain the time in advance, and Iwahashi Shinichi can't help but miss the era of national intelligence in his heart.

Separated from Akihito Takeuchi, Shinichi Iwahashi continued to greet the delivery in the store. When it was time to close, he retreated to the lounge, changed into his uniform, said hello to his colleagues, and walked out of the store.

In the evening, the rain turned into a misty mist, and the air was humid, but it seemed that there was no need for an umbrella anymore.

Iwahashi Shinichi walked down the iron staircase, came out of the mezzanine, and walked alone on the street late at night. Duck away from the staggering drunks and turn a deaf ear to the loud noise that comes in.

The well-dressed and polite men and women I saw during the day were completely different when they came to this street at night.

If you have enough time, and you happen to be a little boring and low-level fun, in addition to that, there is a little bit of stupidity that is not afraid of danger, and if you walk around Kabukicho in the middle of the night, you can always see no less than a hundred kinds of drunken ugliness.

It's time to get off work just in time for the last train.

After four stops, I got off at Gaoyuan Temple. Iwahashi Shinichi burrowed into the narrow alleys of the old street and turned around until he stopped in front of an old two-story apartment.

Chaofuso.

When I first came here, every time I came back, Iwahashi Shinichi stared at the small sign at the door, and I always thought to myself, it turns out that in reality, there will be people who give the apartment such a stupid name.

The two-story building was divided into eight rooms, the landlord himself lived in the one on the first floor that was not facing the city, and the remaining seven, including him, now four were rented out.

Shinichi Iwahashi took the key from his waist and slowly climbed up the dusty concrete steps. When he came home late at night, when he went up the stairs, he tried to take his steps as lightly as possible.

When renting such a house, the landlord will not be picky about the renter's career and life. Of course, if you pay too much attention to these things, I am afraid that such a house will not be able to attract tenants.

But the more this happened, the less he wanted to cause trouble.

Room 203 on the second floor is the one he lives in.

Leave your umbrella outside, open the door, hold the light rope hanging from the ceiling, and pull it gently. In places as large as six stacks, a small light bulb is enough to illuminate the light.

As soon as you enter the door, next to the kitchen, a short and simple cooking table, like a household toy.

Shortly before Iwahashi Shinichi moved in, the landlord had repaired the house and replaced the paper on the closet sliding doors. Bai Sensen's cheap goods, in this shabby room, look particularly miserable.

The narrow activity space, as a bachelor apartment, is quite organized.

Of course, it also has to do with the fact that there is nothing in the house at all.

Iwahashi Shinichi took off his coat, hung it on the wall with a hanger, filled the kettle with water, and lit the gas stove. Waiting for the water to boil, he opened the drawer of the kitchen cabinet, pulled out a bag of instant noodles, tore open the bag, and poured it into the bowl.

As soon as the kettle is hot, the bottom clicks.

For nearly three months, he was repeating this set of lives.

In doing so, it can be said that you are observing and adapting to this strange country, or it can be said that you are protecting yourself in a daze after suddenly changing your identity.

When he was first reborn, he even felt a trace of fear in the face of the huge city running at high speed and the unfamiliar cultural environment.

It's not that he hasn't thought of returning to Shizuoka's "hometown", but both Shizuoka and Tokyo are strange places to him, and he needs to get to know them from the beginning.

People don't see a place where they don't belong as home. So, in Shizuoka and Tokyo, it's not that different.

Tokyo is big, but the possibilities are endless. Shizuoka is small, but it's just a cave where the losers hide.

He had nowhere to hide but to face the wind and rain.

The water boiled, and Shin Iwahashi took the bowl to the small table in front of the TV and went to carry the kettle. I poured boiling water into the bowl and took a copy of "FLASH" and covered it with the bowl.

Yoko Minamino, the girl idol on the cover, stares at the low ceiling with wide-open and moving eyes.

It's three months since the magazine, but even Yoko Minamino, who has been expired for three months, is still beautiful. Even before he saw this magazine, he didn't know who Yoko Minamino was, but a beauty is a beauty.

During the three minutes of waiting, Shinichi Iwahashi looked up at her with some boredom.

On the ceiling, there was a brown stain of unknown nature.

After eating and washing, Shinichi Iwahashi took out the sleeping bunk from the closet. He had never laid a bunk on the floor, and now, he repeated it every day, and if he had set a small goal for himself, he would like to live in a house with a bed.

A rain passed, and the sleeping bunk was invaded by the moisture in the air, which was strangely uncomfortable.

Shinichi Iwahashi wrapped his legs in a blanket, hoping that tomorrow would be a sunny day so that he could dry his damp futon.