As a member of the first time to participate in the recording of the show, Hoshimi appeared much calmer, as usual, first observing the placement of the cameras in the studio to see what parts of themselves would be captured by each camera.

Zhong Yuan, who was sitting next to her, looked nervous, trying to adjust his breathing, and kept smiling all the time.

"Did Hiya prepare an introduction?" Before the camera was turned on, Hoshimi seized the time to spy on the other members.

"Well, it's still the same one before, haven't you thought about it yet? In fact, as long as you grasp your own characteristics, you can do it. ”

Watching Nakamoto gradually relax, Hoshimi inexplicably began to tense, his heels lightly resting on the chair, trying to find extra support to stabilize himself.

"Then let's ask the members who are making their first appearance to introduce themselves."

When Nakamoto, who was next to Hoshimi, confidently introduced himself, and the audience seemed to start blowing pink bubbles, Hoshimi only felt that his throat was choked by something, and began to silently recite the names he had given each camera position, trying to regain the familiarity with the camera.

"Next."

Xingjian reflexively shrugged up, didn't stand still for a while and sat down, and when he saw the second gentleman of the camera turn to her, he couldn't help but say, "It's Shuangsanjun." Although the voice was soft, it was all picked up by the microphone pinned to the placket.

"What? Who is Double Three Jun? Shiraku asked curiously.

"I'm sorry", Hoshimi slowly stood up in an elegant posture with a chair, trying to make up for the mistake just now.

"Double-sanjun is the name I gave to the second shot on the right. Let me introduce myself first, I am a close friend of the camera, a second-year junior high school student. ”

"Best friend of the camera? Do you like the lens? The lens will also be named. ”

"Yes, I've always loved photography. Because the model of this one of mine looks like PMW-EX330 now, I call him Shuangsanjun. ”

"Can you tell the model number at a glance? So powerful? Staff-san, is she right? ”

Tapping on Shiraku's lens, affirming Hoshimi's answer, he opened his mouth in surprise and said, "That's amazing, it seems that you really know the camera, but what about the one that is facing me?" ”

"Should it be an XF300 or a 305?"

"I don't look confident, if I make a mistake, I'll probably be abandoned by the camera, and if I'm wrong, the friendship between Hoshimi and the camera will end here."

"I can't be wrong." After carefully checking in her mind, she said calmly.

Seeing that the staff reconfirmed her answer, Shiraku changed his mind and quipped, "It's the one who lost the candy in the last performance, right?" ”

"Yes."

Hoshimi, who was full of pride just now, immediately covered his face in shame, as if he remembered something, and began to protest to the camera:

"Staff-san is really chilling, what about the most basic trust between people? Why did I cut out the footage of my success, which would make me lose trust in the world at the age of thirteen, is it the world of adults like this? ”

She half-closed her eyes, her right hand gently pressed her heart, her left hand brushed the corner of her eye, bit her lip and sat down slowly, burying her head on the shoulder of Nakamoto, who was smiling with a sad face.

"It seems that she has really been hit hard, let's let her calm down first, and please invite the next one."

Hoshimi exhaled secretly, sat up straight again for the rest of his life, and watched the topic turn to Matsumura, ready to be a quiet laughing robot.

As soon as the camera turned, the girls' physical test video began to play.

The day before the physical fitness test, after receiving the instruction that he needed to wear private clothes tomorrow, Hoshimi Mibu seriously summed up the lessons learned from the time of the camp.

She specially found Columbia's waterproof waist-cinching pants from the suitcase, and the top was paired with Stella's modified navy blue striped polo shirt, adding a touch of caution to the sporty style and adding a sense of liveliness to the girl.

And when she was seen debating whether to wear a newsboy hat or a baseball cap in front of the long mirror, the surprised appearance of Asuka Saito sitting on the edge of the bed was reflected through the mirror.

"What's wrong? Weird, isn't it? Hoshimi raised his hand and spun around the bird, holding several different styles of hats in his hands.

"No, it's beautiful, but I was a little surprised to see such a stylish miho all of a sudden. There is a feeling that Miho has suddenly become a modern girl. ”

"What do you think of me? The training clothes I wore looked plain, but they weren't rustic at all. Hoshimi sighed with his forehead raised, and for a moment he wanted to cry for Asuka who had no image in his heart.

"No, maybe it's because Miho's clothes always have accidents, I'm used to the feeling that your clothes will always be stained with coffee, milk, or juice."

Asuka said with a slight bow, expressing his sincerity with his body.

"It was all an accident, I obviously go out with Asuka every day, and you are always by your side when you are hurt by drinks! Speaking of which, I feel like I'm owing myself to the fact that the members have never been selected by the scattered drinks, which is also my contribution. ”

"Well, I know Miho is unwilling to accept the fact that he is sloppy, and I will keep it a secret for you."

Asuka struggled to maintain the justice on his face, and finally couldn't help laughing when he saw Hoshimi reluctantly throwing the hat in his hand onto the bed, and then falling on it himself.

"Asuka, you're bad at learning." The sound came from the gap in the quilt, and the owner of the voice was still desperately lying on top of the quilt and giving up on himself.

Early the next morning, all the members went to the nearest school with the bus.

When Hoshimi watched Wakatsuki fall on the runway in a difficult posture of turning over and lifting her legs after falling sideways, she involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

As someone who knew her fate too well, she had an ominous premonition.

When the camera panned to her, she had just finished the surprise inspection of her shoelaces, adjusted her clothes again, tightened her trouser legs, and tried to prevent any accidents from happening.

"Today's goal is to finish first in the 50m! I will become the sports manager of Nogizaka. ”

The camera swept across her confident face, and successfully recorded the vigorous and heroic posture of Hoshimi 7.6s running to the finish line. She also generously stared at the camera compared to scissorhands.

Hearing the staff tell her that her grades are the best so far, Hoshimi pretended to be surprised and failed, and appeared in the camera with a smug look, and said hypocritically:

"Wouldn't it? You may not be doing your best like me, so just run as a warm-up exercise! After all, you have to save your stamina for the next test. I'll do my best! ”

Carried away by the excellent results in front of him, Xingjian did not move, as if he had forgotten the warning from fate at the beginning, and threw his keen premonition out of the clouds.

Sure enough, this is fate.

Ten minutes later, Hoshimi, who was kneeling on the ground and pleading with staff, still couldn't admit the accident that had just happened.

It's so much better, it's just a little bit closer. She only needs to continue to wear fashionable private clothes, appear in front of the camera gorgeously, and then show her style as a generation of physical bully, and she can successfully redeem her poor image.

I didn't expect ......

If there is a sound in the broken dream, then this voice should be-

"Whew-la-"

Before the last jump of the triple jump, Hoshimi was supposed to jump hard when she heard the crotch tearing of her pants.

With the experience of being deceived countless times in life, Hoshimi Mibu instantly understood that at that moment, the waterproof pants she had carefully selected had undergone an extremely simple physical change.

Hearing the sound of her pants tearing, she immediately folded her stomach and legs, trying to crouch firmly on the ground to cover up the incident.

But Newton once said that there is something called inertia. Under the effect of inertia, Hoshimi, who managed to bring his legs together, fell straight into the sand pit.

“miho！” The crowd of onlookers could only shout in concern behind the equipment because of the presence of the camera.

Hoshimi struggled to bury his head in the ground, his ears burning hot, like an ostrich threatened in the desert, trying to hide from reality.

"Hoshimi! You okay? After a minute, Staff noticed that she was still motionless and couldn't help but worry.

"It's okay, staff...... I can't cut it, I'll go change my pants first, can you let me jump again later. ”

Perhaps she had buried her head for too long, and the moment she looked up, her cheeks visibly increased by two shades, as if she had just come out of the pot, as if she could see bursts of steam coming out of her head.

The staff and the members fell silent for a moment, and the next second laughter echoed across the playground.

Hoshimi Weibu covered it with one hand, grabbed the hem of his clothes with the other hand to cover his buttocks, and ran to the toilet with small steps as fast as he could. And her embarrassed back was permanently preserved by the camera, becoming one of her countless black histories in the future.

When the video aired in the studio, Hoshimi suddenly got up from her chair and looked at the members and hosts who were laughing, and she angrily shouted at the camera:

"Didn't we say yes? Staff san, also ate my cookies, didn't you! If you don't cut it, at least give me back my cookies! A box costs 500 yen! ”

As he spoke, Xingjian, who regarded money as his life, couldn't help but raise his hand excitedly, his fingers were spread to compare the five characters, but the moment he raised his hand, he knocked out the microphone on the left side, and the black mike instantly let out a mournful roar, and then dragged his broken body to the ground under the action of force.

"Boom."

For whom the bell tolls.

Mike's fate is the fate of the next second.

Looking at Mike who fell to the ground, her originally flushed face turned white in an instant, and it turned pale.

Hoshimi immediately squatted down to pick it up, his lower lip trembled slightly, he looked nervously at the staff in front of him, his eyes were full of fear, his body was shaky, and he stumbled and asked:

"Do you have to pay for this? The company hasn't paid me a salary yet, so I won't be in debt before my official debut! ”

"I'm only thirteen years old, and my life has just begun, am I going to fall like this microphone?"

Hoshimi held the microphone with both hands and raised it above his head, this scene perfectly repaid the scene of "The Lion King", the newborn Simba was held up by the old monkey, which represents the endless hope of the grassland, but at this moment it represents the dignity of Hoshimi who has not fallen to the bottom.

The relentless camera panned up and down, and the staff signaled that the cost of the microphone would be deducted from her performance fee, and Hoshimi took a step back and a half with a pale face, still holding the microphone in his hand.

Mike, who survived next to her, recorded the first classic sentence she had spoken as she sat down. She said with a distracted look in her eyes:

"This world is terrifying."