Meeting in front of the statue of Hachiko, the loyal dog in Shibuya, sounds like a vulgar plot from a TV series in the last century, but it is precisely because it is so vulgar that everyone knows that the success rate of meeting here is the highest.

Unexpectedly, there were not a few people who had the same idea as him, and when Toru Shimizu took a lot of effort to find Nanami Nanami, who was being entangled, the agreed time had passed.

The man who pestered her was a man who looked to be about thirty years old, dressed in a formal suit, holding a business card in his hand, and constantly persuading her.

“... This lady might as well think again, our firm is very strong in the industry. If you are willing to sign a contract, you can get the opportunity to appear in movies and television dramas with a little practice, and it is not impossible to become the next Yui Aragaki..."

Even though Nanami turned around and glanced at her phone impatiently, he continued to chatter.

"If you are interested in singing, you can also cooperate, we have cooperation with Ai Hui and Sony Music, as long as you are willing to sign a contract..."

Squinting and observing for a few seconds, Toru Shimizu rolled up his cuffs to reveal the muscles on his forearms, and rushed over with a stride. Before the surprise glint in Nanami's eyes faded, she grabbed her slender wrist and turned her head to the man and said sharply, "What do you want to do to my girlfriend!" ”

The man who claimed to be a scout glanced at him and planned to go around and continue to persuade Nanami Nanami.

Toru Shimizu directly snatched the business card he had been holding in his hand.

Surprise flashed across the man's face, and he looked at him with a somewhat unkind look.

Glaring back without showing weakness, Toru Shimizu held Nanami's hand tightly.

As if oppressed by his condescending presence, the man stiffly looked away, muttered as if he were emboldened, and turned sharply to blend into the crowd, and soon vanished.

Glancing at the business card, seeing that it was a name that he had never heard of, Qing Shui Toru threw it directly into the trash can next to him, only then did he let go of his hand and turned around and said, "Are you okay?" Sorry, just now..."

Nanami Nanami gently held her wrist and bowed her head slightly, "It's okay..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly laughed and covered her mouth with the back of her hand: "I'm nothing, it's just... Shimizu-san's movements just now were very skillful. ”

Turning aside his eyes a little embarrassed, Qing Shui said in a sneer: "I've occasionally encountered this situation before... Speaking of which, where to go next? ”

"I'm not very familiar with Shibuya, so I'm still in trouble with Shimizu-san."

"So... I remember there was a nice barbecue restaurant nearby. ”

"I can do it all."

Crossing two streets, the two were blocked by traffic lights.

Glancing at the red pattern on the opposite side, Qing Mizuru turned his eyes sideways to look at the side of her face, and suddenly found that her hair was a little shorter than before. Last time, I was able to touch my shoulder, but this time I barely reached my chin, completely exposing the back of my snow-white neck.

I thought I was hidden enough, but I don't know if it was my sixth sense or some other reason, but she still found out in the process of moving back to her gaze.

"What is Shimizu-san looking at?"

Facing her clear gaze, Qing Shui Toru could only tell the truth.

"Your hair... It's a little shorter than before. ”

"Ah, you've found out," she said, with a look of surprise on her face.

As if she was still a little unaccustomed to the new hairstyle, she raised her hand to touch the ends of the hair behind her ears and squeezed out a shallow smile, "I think short hair is very suitable for me and convenient, isn't it?" ”

Toru Shimizu nodded, not saying the phrase "also saves shampoo".

The red light turned green, and the topic also ended.

After crossing the intersection, the two turned into a slightly silent path. Toru Shimizu was still discerning the direction from his vague memory, when he heard Nanami Nanami next to him speak.

"Actually... I've been working as a hair model lately. ”

"Huh?"

"It's the kind of recommended hairstyle in the beauty salon that is shown to customers. My classmate introduced me. ”

Looking at her worried eyes for some reason, Qing Shui Che pinched his chin and pretended to think for a while before he said, "Actually... I haven't been to a beauty salon. ”

She froze, curled her eyebrows and smiled, and it took a moment to look at him again.

"It's just the stylist doing the hairstyle, taking pictures from all angles, and then moving on to the next set."

"I see. Does that pay well? ”

"How to say... It's better than a normal part-time job..."

"Hmm..."

Qing Shui Toru dragged his nasal voice, looked at her puzzled eyes again, and gestured with his hand in front of him.

"I remember the first time I saw you, though..."

She covered her mouth with her hands, and the shock in her eyes pierced Qing Toru and forced Qing Toru to turn her eyes away. After a while, he put down his hand as if he had no choice but to do so, and a wry smile slowly squeezed out on his gloomy face, and the tiredness that he had been carefully hiding before was finally exposed in front of his eyes.

"No way... There were too many places to need money in the beginning, tuition and rent... Maybe after this time, it will get better..."

"It's a little more difficult at first, and when the months pass, the pressure will be much less."

"Really?"

"Well," Toru Shimizu nodded vigorously, "at least that's my own experience." ”

Maybe it was her firm attitude and the identity of this "person who came over" that played a role, seeing that her expression returned to calm, Qing Shui Toru couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Knowing full well that her recklessness had broken the appearance she had been carefully maintaining, Qing Shui Toru didn't dare to speak again on the rest of the journey, only occasionally turning his eyes to look at her.

Her eyelashes hung low, her eyes falling to her feet, unsure of what she was thinking. A few strands of hair scattered in his ears swayed gently with his footsteps, and in Toru Shimizu's opinion, there was a cruel and shocking beauty.

However, just like changing hairstyles, there will be some marks left by the hairstylist's scissors anyway. When the pressure falls on a person's shoulders, it will always bring some indelible changes.

Admittedly, the hair will continue to grow, and perhaps one day it will return to its original length. But when the number of trims exceeds the rate of hair growth, there is no telling when that day will come. Even if it comes, I'm afraid it won't be in the form I expected.

At a glance, her figure looked extremely thin against the backdrop of the tall building next to her, making Qing Mizuru couldn't help but guess how long it would take for her hair to be cut to the limit.

What will happen if it continues like this?

I couldn't help but feel the urge to take everything on myself. However, Toru Shimizu knew that he was probably the least qualified person to say this when he had just exposed all this.

Looking at the road that he gradually became familiar with, he could only hope that the barbecue restaurant was really as delicious as he remembered.