It's a person who can guess what the idea of Nana Kondo, Natsumi Abe, and Yukie Nakama played. Of course, Tatsumi Ita is very happy to see this situation. Who made his Royal Highness the Prince as slippery as a loach? It used to be good to say, but now that he is getting older, it is becoming more and more difficult to control. As the helmsman of TY, Tatsumi Ita, who also considers himself the leader of the Tanaka Foundation's entertainment industry, naturally has to do his best for the Tanaka Foundation. As the largest aircraft carrier of Japanese music, Tatsumi Ita hopes that the future of TY is shijie, yes, shijie, not a small depression in Japan.

The appearance of a genius gave him such an opportunity, and he would not easily throw away this opportunity.

Think about the surprise he brings, natural, symphonic, classical, pop, when this teenager stands on the stage with a guitar in hand, the whole shijie is rocking for him.

Yes, the whole shijie!

Since you can't deal with him yourself, let someone who can deal with him deal with him.

Nana-chan, Natsumi-chan, Yukie-chan, I'll leave it to you.

Needless to say, the three captains of AJX48 have already consciously jumped out.

How could Ida not know AJX48's exclusivity for Jerry?

They were the incubators of Girls' Generation, but now they are also the sworn enemies of Girls' Generation.

Who made Girls' Generation now have the halo of Southeast Asia's No. 1 Girl Group on her head?

The producer who made Girls' Generation was Jerry. Rothscher?

Who let after the establishment of Girls' Generation, Jerry-kun has less and less time to step into the AJX48 Grand Theater?

The three major branches of AJX48, which were once opposed, began to hate the same enemy.

If you want war, you must first take back the territory.

However, who knew that their Jerry-kun ran away without saying a word.

Where to run?

Paris.

With whom? The sluts of Girls' Generation?

No, it's not, it's Sachiko, Miss Sachiko. ZARD'S SACHIKO MISS.

Hooray~Hooray~

Well, as the first captain of AJX48, Miss Sachiko Uraike, no matter what, she is still on AJX48's side.

……

Your Royal Highness, you wait, see if I will clean you up then. Ai Otsuka clenched her fists.

Jerry-kun, you can't pay any more attention. Nana Kondo has big innocent eyes.

Aha, Jerry-kun, do you want to be stuffed with gum by me again? Maki Goto thought as she chewed gum.

He should have found a cage to keep him in. It's really, so unreassuring. Natsumi Abe tilted her head in thought.

It's mine, and it should be kept in my pocket obediently, and it looks like I'm going to prepare a whip. Nakama Yukie held his forehead.

On February 13, 1995, Jerry Jun went to Paris, France. Mari Yaguchi wrote it on her prince's notepad.

This flowery guy, is this going to collect Miss Sachiko? Well? Is that the case? It's really, really unforgivable. I thought I was talented. Can't you stop trying? Wait to be surpassed by me! Jerry. Rothscher. Ayumi Hamasaki, who was distracted for a moment, put on a headset again and continued to practice singing in the recording studio.

……

Yi Tian Xun felt a punch on the cotton, that feeling of powerlessness, really. It's unacceptably uncomfortable.

Alright, Jerry-kun, then, please finish the business in Paris as soon as possible. ANGEL-JUNIOR AND GIRLGENERATION I'll keep an eye on you.

So be it.

Jerry hung up. One slippery, he dives underwater, plopping and spitting blisters.

The knock on the door rang out again at this time.

"Jerry~" It was Emily who knocked on the door. Miss Stanley.

Who said that this woman who wears a pullover skirt all day has no sensitive touchpoints to fashion.

Look~ I heard that Jerry was coming to Paris to meet with an electronic mixer. Emily. Miss Stanley immediately ended her ear and sideburns with her best friend and eloped with her boss.

It's a good complaint to re-believe May, and finally a super helper, Jerry-kun, you can't lend her to me for a few days.

Emily has legs of her own, and she wants to go, but I can't help it. Jerry said so, and he couldn't help it.

Who made him the boss?

Who wants their boss to go to Paris, the capital of fashion?

Who would let their best friend be a serious slut on the surface and fanatical on the inside?

"What's the matter?" Jerry quickly got out of the water.

"If you don't get out of the bathtub quickly, we're not going to be able to catch up with TF1."

"Amy, can't you let me fall through jet lag quietly?"

"You've had a two-day jet lag."

"OH~SHIT~" Jerry reluctantly stood up from the bathtub, "I really should have thrown you in Japan, I really shouldn't have brought you to Paris." ”

"yes, you really shouldn't pick me as your agent."

"I didn't mean that." Jerry replied slowly, slowly getting dressed.

"In that case, my big star, this is today's schedule." Amy placed the schedule next to Jerry's side, her eyes pressed against Jerry's abdomen.

Oh~ it's gone.

Very strong, eight-pack abs.

Oh my god~ this guy.

What Ms. Oprah said was true.

So, touch it? Amy quickly threw this vexatious thought to the back of her mind.

"I'm not the kind of guy you sell me and I'm happy to count your money. I finally came to France for a New Year's holiday, but you quietly approached me for work. Jerry looked at Emily with something wrong in his eyes and quickly pulled his clothes down.

"You yourself said that you finally made a trip to France, and you want to disappoint your fans so much?" Emily pulled the curtain on her suite, "Let's take a look at what happened below." ”

"What?"

"Your French fans."

Jerry opened the window of his suite at the Paris Hilton and poked his head out.

"Ah~Jerry~Jerry~"

"Ah~Jerry~Jerry~"

"Ah~Jerry~I love you~"

"I love you~"

"I love you~"

"Ah~"

The overwhelming sound was coming.

A group of young girls spontaneously gathered in the square outside the Paris Hilton Hotel.

Oh~ Yes, for the sake of their idols, they spontaneously gathered together.

At this moment, seeing Jerry poking his head out of the room, the group of girls who had been waiting quietly immediately jumped into youth and screamed. (To be continued......)