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"Are you telling the truth? ”

Zhu Zi nodded hurriedly and said with a righteous face: "It's my honor to have dinner with such a beautiful lady as Matsushima-san, and I can also brag in front of my friends and relatives while watching TV in the future." ”

Nanako Matsushima laughed: "Little ghost, are you very good at coaxing girls to talk? You should have deceived a lot of girls, right?"

"Nope. In my mind, learning is the most important thing. Zhu Zi said.

Mao Inoue glanced at Zhu Zi, she really didn't want to believe Zhu Zi's words.

"Now that everyone has finished their work, then I have a treat and everyone has a good meal. Zhu Zi said proudly.

"In that case, you're welcome. Oguri said with a smile.

"I'm going, too, but I don't drink. Mao Inoue said with a big grin.

Jun Matsumoto, Shota Matsuda, Riki Abe, and Nanako Matsushima did not refuse Zhu Zi's kindness.

The agents of several artists did not object, and the group came to a nearby izakaya, and Zhu Zi specially asked for a more secluded private room.

Nanako Matsushima, Shun Oguri, Mao Inoue, Jun Matsumoto and others were also not polite, and Zhu Zi let them order at will.

A couple of people basically ordered quite a tasty meal. Zhu Zizai carefully observed the surrounding environment, and after finding that there were no cameras and gossip media candid shots, he was relieved.

"Zhu Zi, it seems that you are very careful, are you afraid that the gossip media will secretly photograph you?" Nanako Matsushima complained.

"I don't have anything, they shoot it, they shoot it, but you guys are different. If you are photographed by those gossip reporters, it is estimated that all kinds of gossip news will come out soon. Zhu Zi shrugged and said indifferently.

"I didn't see it, Zhu Zisang. You're still a very caring man, and girls like boys like you the most. Jun Matsumoto made a joke about Vermilion.

"Yes, a handsome and talented man like Zhu Zisang should be liked by many girls. Oguri said.

Zhu Zi poured wine for several men, filled Nanako Matsushima and Mao Inoue with juice, and drank it to herself.

"You think I have a lot of emotional experience, but you really think too much. Zhu Zi said with a smile. "But ......"

Zhu Zi changed his words and deliberately sold a pass.

"But what?" asked Shota Matsuda curiously.

"But when I was in high school, there was a very interesting story. I remember that at that time, the girls in the academy preferred the kind of melancholy literary boys with long hair, so I learned from others to have long hair. ”

Nanako Matsushima, Shun Oguri, Jun Matsumoto and others listened carefully while drinking.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

"Who?" asked Zhu Zi.

"Guest, you've already ordered something. A very nice and gentle female voice sounded outside.

Zhu Zi got up and opened the door of the private room, and several waiters put the steaming dishes on the table.

Shun Oguri, Jun Matsumoto, Nanako Matsushima, and others were all focused on the delicious food, and only Okuyo noticed the strangeness of one of the medium-sized men.

"Please wait a minute. Zhu Zi suddenly stopped the rather inconspicuous-looking waiter who was also wearing a waiter's suit.

Zhu Zi patted the waiter's shoulder, and suddenly a very small thing similar to an earring appeared on Zhu Zi's hand.

"You're a reporter, you should know what happens when you get caught. You have violated your privacy rights as well as myself. Zhu Zi said indifferently.

Shota Matsuda, Jun Matsumoto, Shun Oguri, and Mao Inoue were shocked.

"Zhu Zisang, is he really a reporter?" asked Mao Inoue in surprise.

Zhu Zi looked at Nanako Matsushima with a smile: "Of course it's true, it seems that I underestimated you." ”

"Zhu Zisang is right, I am indeed a reporter, but we reporters have the right to know and the right to interview. The reporter, who pretended to be a waiter, also simply admitted his identity as a reporter.

Zhu Zi smiled: "But I have a lawyer, if these people are doing it, they want to sue you and the media behind you." I believe that the compensation alone will ruin your family, and in serious cases, you will still be in jail. ”

The reporter was shocked, but he still pretended to be very calm on the surface.

"Don't you believe me? If you don't believe me, try it. The smile on Zhu Zi's face became brighter and brighter.

"Mr. Reporter, may I ask which media reporter are you?" asked Nanako Matsushima suddenly.

She glanced at the young reporter, who was much more disciplined than she had thought, and remained silent in the face of her inquiry.

Nanako Matsushima smiled and shook her head: "I see, you can go." We're just a little dinner here, not the place where you might think the big news happens. ”

The reporter bowed to Nanako Matsushima and apologized: "I'm really sorry for disturbing you." ”

Zhu Zi did not object to Nanako Matsushima's decision to let the young reporter go.

"Zhu Zisan, you must be very confused why I let this young reporter go, right?" asked Nanako Matsushima with a smile.

Zhu Zi shrugged: "Of course I understand." ”

"Really, fake?" Nanako Matsushima looked skeptical.

"Because he is a journalist at all, but a staff member of Matsushima-san's office. Zhu Zi said confidently.

"Why?"

"If he was really a reporter from a gossip media, would you be so calm?" Zhu Zi asked rhetorically.

Nanako Matsushima snapped her fingers: "Little ghost, are you still quite smart? ”

As soon as Zhu Zi sat down, he heard a phone ringing.

"Which of you rings?" said Zhu Zi with a smile.

Oguri Shun, Matsumoto Jun, Inoue Mao, Matsuda Shota and others all looked for it, and found that it was not their own phone, and everyone looked at Zhu Zi, who was drinking indifferently.

"Yaga, is it your phone?" said Mao Inoue bluntly.

Zhu Zi smiled awkwardly and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, an unfamiliar phone number.

"Hey, who is it?" asked Zhu Zi.

"Is it Zhu Zisang?" came a very nice female voice on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, I'm not Zhu Zi. You made a mistake. ”

"Poof!" Shota Matsuda squirted out a sip of wine.

"Phew, don't do it. Can I still hear your voice? I'm Sesame-chan?" said the female voice on the other end of the phone.

"That...... Who is Sesame Sauce?" Zhu Zi looked dazed.