I don't know if it's because of the big city or because of the habits left over from the transformation of the island nation itself, but with Halloween still a few days away, the streets of Tokyo are already full of festive atmosphere.

See the essence through the phenomenon.

These are nothing more than the means of merchants to make money.

For example, Valentine's Day, not to mention February 14, the birth of White Day on March 14 is purely to advocate that the party who receives the heart should return the gift to the other party, as a means of promoting candy.

If you have someone you like, give you natal chocolate; If you don't like it, give it to you.

On February 14, the woman sent it; On March 14, the man returned the gift.

The young people are arranged clearly.

On the train, "What Do You Think When You Walk Murakami" stopped writing for the time being.

Take out the 13th volume of "My Youth Love Story" and start slowly.

Today he had a cocktail party.

A dinner party between writers initiated by the great teacher (Du Sailing).

In order to satisfy the other party's vanity, Yu Murakami went to the bookstore and bought the latest volume of "Spring Things", and when we talked about it later, there were also some topics.

It doesn't really matter, he just wants to see it himself.

Whether the vanity of the great teacher is satisfied or not is not within his consideration.

In terms of habits, Yu Murakami doesn't like to participate in drinking parties, but he doesn't like to be taken care of by others, but he puts on a face to others.

Sending books is a trivial matter, and allowing him to use their names in "Untimely Love" is what Yu Murakami is grateful for.

The restaurant where the dinner party is called, is a restaurant that only does regular business.

Judging from the exterior decoration, it's hard to tell that this is a restaurant - the door is decorated with strange accessories, and when Murakami takes a look, he sees souvenirs from Osaka, Tokyo, and other places.

Ordinary monuments are naturally not interesting.

The souvenirs of this shop are all decades old.

It's still a worthless thing in essence, but it's a joy to behold.

Murakami pushed the door in, and it was a very dark small corridor, and after the corridor, it was a small cubicle of three or four square meters.

There was no bar, no waiters, and the owner sat on a tatami mat and watched TV.

The program that is playing on the TV is "Super Change", which has a lifespan older than Yu Murakami's.

I looked left and right.

Even if it's outside, it's not even a restaurant inside, and Yu Murakami thought he had broken into someone else's house.

The shopkeeper looked at Yu Murakami: "I'm sorry, but our store was wrapped up today." ”

[Home of the strongest writer and cartoonist in the island country!! In the group, the big teacher said in advance that it was okay to go to the store and say the code {crossing}.

But Yu Murakami just raised the "Spring Thing" in his hand.

The boss looked at it, and then continued to watch TV: "Inside, go in by yourself." ”

Passing through the cubicle, there is a narrow corridor again, and then, the space can be regarded as truly suddenly opened.

In the private room, a long table large enough to seat a dozen people, next to it is a bar counter, and all kinds of drinks are served on the bar.

The second is the wall, where a TV set and posters of various anime characters are hung, with signatures written on them, and karaoke equipment in the corners.

There were already seven or eight people sitting at the long table, each chatting with each other.

"Yo, Murakami is here, come and sit." The big teacher sat in front of the door, and when he saw Murakami come in, he greeted him.

Yu Murakami nodded and sat down in the corner of the long table.

After a while, seven or eight more people came one after another.

"Duhang, let's start, I'm dying of hunger."

The big teacher looked at the table below, "Okay, let's eat first, store manager-"

"It's coming, it's coming." In the hallway, the voice of the man who had just watched TV could be heard.

After a while, he wore a white turban on his head and wore his regular clothes, and burrowed into the bar.

Then put some charcuterie and sashimi on the counter, and finally start cooking other dishes that need to be done now.

The writer who is closer to the bar is in charge of serving the food.

"The store manager—" The big teacher, who was wearing a low-cut suit today, roared again: "What about the wine I have stored with you—take it out!" ”

"Take it yourself!"

The big teacher had to stand up aggrievedly and skillfully find his own wine in the bar.

One of them poured a cup.

Today's big teacher is in charge of saying the toast: "That, mine is about to be animated, there's nothing to say, it's a big sale!" Stir! Twitter hot search! Here, cheers. ”

It's so concise that I don't know what to say.

But the people below who care about these words are already very hard, and when drinking, don't ask them to consider the words and phrases.

They said "Cheers!" together. And I started eating.

Sitting on Murakami's right hand is a man with a round face and bangs that are so sparse that people will mistake it for hair loss.

He wears a pair of round-rimmed glasses that appear small to his face.

"Eun, this edamame is very fresh, you can taste it too."

He greeted Yu Murakami, even though the two didn't know each other.

Yu Murakami picked it up and tasted one.

"Well, it's good, it's a lot better than the boxed edamame in the supermarket."

"Brother, it's okay, drink a lot of bars, come."

He reached for his glass, and the two touched.

"My name is Fushimi Tsukasa, and that guy from Wataru is from Chiba Prefecture."

"Haruki Murakami, a rookie writer."

"I know I know," Fushimi Tsukasa picked up a piece of pink beef, chewed it heavily, and said, "Duhang talked about you, saying that you and he are the face of the light world, and I didn't believe it at first, but today I only believe half of it." ”

"Hey! Fushimi! What does it mean to believe in half"

The ferry not far away is very dissatisfied, everyone is writing, who do you want to bully with word games

"Literally." Fushimi Tsukasa and Watana are old friends, but they won't be polite to him.

"Murakami, tell me about it." Wataru threw the topic to Yu Murakami, who was watching the play.

Murakami Yu tasted a piece of freshly served chicken liver, and his mouth was full of the special taste of liver: "Light world, appearance first, it must be a great teacher." ”

"Hahahaha." was recognized by the person who was still good-looking, which made the big teacher very happy: "You guys are crooked melons and cracked dates, especially Fushimi you guy, handsome This kind of thing, can you also interject Murakami, I will sign you on the 13 volumes later!" ”

"Forget it, I just bought a new one."

"You, what do you mean by that?"

"What else can you mean" Fushimi Tsukasa said with a smile, "I don't like your signature"

"Hey!"

Everyone laughed, the atmosphere at the wine table became even stronger, and everyone seemed to like to enjoy mocking the big teacher.

Wataru himself didn't mind.

Probably generosity.

It's also possible that the self-spiritual victory method has been upgraded to the full level - the kind that thinks he is more handsome than Yu Murakami from the bottom of his heart, so he thinks that his strength and appearance are the highest, and he doesn't mind the ridicule of others.

At the wine table, everyone called each other by pen names or screen names, whether it was their real names, no one explained or asked.

Part of the reason is that the writers themselves are free and easy, but the main thing is that they are not interested in each other's private lives, and just want to entertain each other at the wine table.

After a few glasses of wine, everyone didn't even ask each other's pen names, just "eh, that", "you" and the like, chatting with each other about topics of interest.

Duhang walked to the karaoke device in the corner and picked up the microphone.

"Hey, hey, hey, everyone, it's time to perform the show, I, Duhang, a professional singer and part-time writer, will give you a song."

Show program time

Yuka Murakami had not received such prior notice.

"Hahaha, Duhang, you can sing too"

"Who do you look down on" Du Hang bowed his body slightly, revealing his fairly strong chest muscles: "A song "Cyan Coral Reef", for everyone"

Duhang's gestures and expressions are very professional, and it can be seen that he is a frequent customer of karaoke, and he should still be Maiba.

{Ahh

{Gone with the south wind}

{Ah—it's all there}

{Windswept coral reef}

Listening to the arrangement of this song, it should be a song from the past.

The taste of the past is very different from the present, and it is easy to distinguish.

Of the writers present, only a few followed the beat, and most of the rest were not interested.

"Isn't Fushimi-san interested" Yu Murakami saw that Fushimi Tsukasa was not young, and he was an old friend of Watanu, thinking that he would also like this kind of old song, but he himself was not interested.

Fushimi waved his hand.

"This kind of song who likes, I like young women to sing. The kind full of sister is the best. ”

He folded his hands together and made a rather downward arc.

Yu Murakami picked up the wine glass and didn't drink it, but just rotated the wine glass with his index finger and thumb: "What did Fushimi-san write?"

"How can my sister be so cute", Murakami-kun, you must see it when you go back."

"Is it a sister's love story?"

"That's right, my sister is amazing, how do you feel?"

“...... Maybe. ”

Fushimiji's mood rose so suddenly.

He shifted his body closer to Murakami.

"In my room, there are several younger sisters, and they are all junior high school students, hehehehe"

“...... yes. ”

"Of course! But other sisters are not good.,You have to grow up together to be a sister.,Sister who recognized halfway.,It's not a sister! ”

“...... Well. ”

"My only mistake was to set this sister as my own sister! Damn the laws of the island nation! ”

Is it the law that is wrong, not your own wrong thoughts?

Yu Murakami took a sip of sake, then continued to play with the glass.

"But Kirino-chan is so cute.,Whether it's looking for Ernie chan's life consultation in the middle of the night.,Or yelling at Ernie chan.,It's really...."

Fushimi couldn't find an adjective, so he drank a glass of wine to express the wonderfulness.

Who Kirino-chan is, Yu Murakami doesn't know.

The current Fushimi Tsukasa shouldn't need him to know, he just wants to find someone to confide in his sister's emotions.

{The door to possibility seems to have been locked}

{Baba

{Now is the time!} Limit X Breakthrough Roar Loudly! Like an angry kappa}

Mai Ba crossed, unconsciously soared from the old song of the 80s to the new song of "Dragon Ball".

His forehead was covered with sweat, and he didn't know where his blazer had been thrown away.

Fancy shirts, unbuttoned with four buttons, and under the false muscles, the real fat that is shaking is faintly visible.

He's a little panting, a little tired, and he needs a break.

"Murakami! Come on! You have a song too! ”

"Forget it, I won't use it."

"Humble what! Come! ”

After singing, Du Hang spoke very domineeringly, and there was a taste of {what I said is the truth, don't delve into it}.

To put it simply, it is the second secondary school disease.

"Okay."

If everyone needs to perform on stage, Yu Murakami won't shirk it.

It's better to finish singing early.

Watanu didn't give him his own microphone, but held it in his hand and handed Yu Murakami another spare microphone.

This is also a classic move of Maiba.

Duhang held the microphone, stood in front of the song ordering machine, and asked, "Murakami, what are you singing, I'll help you order a backing song." ”

Yu Murakami noticed that Wataru was talking so hard that he ordered a lot of songs.

He seems to have plans to continue singing.

"No need, it's ready."

"Oh, the powerhouse!" Duhang's mobile phone slid and continued to quickly click on his favorite song: "Same as me." ”

Tsukasa Fushimi: "The last sentence is not needed, delete it!" ”

Yu Murakami found a stool by the bar.

Sit on it in a casual position.

{I'm tired of walking}

{I'm tired of walking}

{Although it is so ordinary}

{To describe the long road of life}

{I want to take a break}

Yu Murakami sings casually in his own voice.

What feelings, what skills, what high-pitched and low-pitched falsetto, all of them are not.

He just sat there, lazily singing.

Halfway through the song, Du Hang began to hum along according to {Mai Ba habit}.

After singing a song, Yu Murakami puts Mai on the bar and prepares to go back and continue listening to Fushimi-sensei's impromptu lecture on {sister is the best}.

[Music Lv 2: 93/100]

"Wait." Du Hang grabbed him: "Why don't you sing one song, and then another one." ”

He hasn't rested yet.

"Yes, yes, one more song."

"Don't give the ferry a chance to sing."

"I've had enough of his howling."

"Murakami-kun's singing is much better than Sailing."

Everyone is just laughing and coaxing, and Murakami's singing level is just karaoke level.

As for the good sound, it shouldn't add much to the old men here.

Yu Murakami had no choice but to pick up the microphone again.

"Murakami, this time let's have a energetic, soft one, take out the spirit of a hot-blooded man!"

Playing Hi Sailing, he no longer has the writer's nature of liking quiet and soft music, and now he just wants to listen to songs with a high rhythm.

"That..."Murakami thought for a moment and said the only song title in his head: "Butter-Fly"

"Uh-huh, baby!"

Wataru was already swaying his body, ready to join the chorus as a backing singer.

As a Maiba, you can't slack off during your breaks.

When others sing, they hum along, or even sing in chorus, that's the basic truth.

{I want to be a butterfly}

{Fly high in the breeze}

{Right Now}

{Just want to meet you soon}

Yu Murakami opened his head, and then nothing happened to him.

"Sing with me!" Du Hang grabbed the belt buckle in his left hand, shook the microphone in his right hand, twisted his thick waist, and began to scream hoarsely.

This classic anime song, everyone has naturally heard it and sang along.

Even the owner of the bar shook his shoulders.

"Everyone is so lively."

A dark-faced, glassglasse-framed man walked in with a bottle of wine.

"Oh! Kawahara, you're here! ”

Yu Murakami: "......"

Isn't the relationship between these two bad?

Why did the ferry group have a drinking party, and Kawahara Gravel came

Also, what should Yu Murakami do now

Haruki Murakami, I kind of want to go back.

"I went to Shinjuku to pick up the stored wine, I'm late, I'm sorry." Kawahara put the wine on the table, and then looked at Watatsu: "You start singing now, Eh Murakami-kun, why are you here?"

"Why can't Murakami be here, it's strange what you're saying!" Duhang wiped the sweat that was dripping from him.

Kawahara asked, "Isn't your relationship bad?"

Yu Murakami also wanted to ask this question.

"What are you talking about, Murakami and I are the iron buddies who are going to hold concerts together at Tokyo Dome in the future."

yes

"No, don't you scold him every day in the group, why did you suddenly become a good buddy?"

"Who, who, whoever, scolds every day, you think my quality is as bad as you, I'll tell you, I only scold you!"

"Oh, no." It can be seen that in addition to being not serious in the middle, Kawahara is usually a serious person.

So he explained seriously: "Haven't you been saying that {Murakami Yu is definitely not popular}{No vision} or something like that, aren't you talking about it for a long time, and you have a good relationship." ”

"It's me." Du Hang nodded, and unbuttoned another button: "But I'm scolding ......"

The unbuttoning stopped.

He turned his head and looked at Yu Murakami, who was sitting at the bar.

“..... Haruki Yu"

"Watsuhang-san," Yu Murakami didn't deliberately hide this before, but now it shouldn't be exposed: "I'm the voice actor who dubbed Kirito, Yu Murakami." ”

"Ha" Duhang took a towel to wipe his hands after eating, wiped his sweat, and looked at Yu Murakami.

"We... It's a combo and I also give you what I hold dear the most, and as a result... You look down on the "Spring Things" anime"

"No, Du Hangsang, you listen to my explanation."

"Needless to say, it's all my own affection, and I think I have a good relationship with Murakami-kun. Autographed, free authorization, unsolicited invitation to a cocktail party, singing together ......"

"Du Hangsang, in fact, I have already told my agent that I will participate in the audition of "Spring Things".

"Really"

Yu Murakami nodded: "Yes." ”

At this time, he thought of a question, and perhaps, he was surprised by a very gentle person.

For the sake of the squirming middle-aged man in front of him, he wronged himself to accept Saori's disdain from Hayami.

This kind of thing.

Can other men do it

After the reception, Yu Murakami, who was inexplicably burdened by the increase, walked to the way to the radio recording studio.

I feel that the air of Tokyo suddenly has a color.

Perhaps Matsuoka came to Tokyo from Hokkaido and thought that the air in big cities is colored, and that there was a reason for the stress of life in addition to air pollution.

However, in his setting, {Matsuoka Zhencheng} is a guy who needs to look up a dictionary in the standbook, {half-body bath} is written as {half-body edge}, and has no other obvious advantages except for acting skills and the spirit of going all out.

It is impossible to hide so many meanings in a sentence.

Rushed to the "Game Life" radio studio by train, Ai Nakano still arrived earlier than him.

"Sniff" Ai Nakano shrugged her nose twice: "Hakkaishan sake." ”

"I guess so."

Yu Murakami put the 13 volumes of "Spring Things" on the table, picked up today's radio script and looked at it.

"Absolutely!" Ai Nakano is confident: "I can't be wrong about this smell." It seems that Murakami-kun, you attended a good drinking party today."

"Nakano-san."

"Hmm"

Yu Murakami flipped the script to the second page.

"There is no basis for judging the quality of a drinking party based on the quality of the wine."

"If you can have a good drink together for a private party, it should be a good drinking party."

Yu Murakami nodded: "What you said also makes some sense. ”

"Murakami-kun, tell me about your writers' drinking parties, what do you talk about."

"It's nothing." Yu Murakami flipped the script to the third page: "I talked about whether the edamame in the store is delicious, or the edamame sold in the supermarket is delicious." ”

"Huh"

"I said that the food in the store was better than the supermarket, and the other party thought that I drank a lot."

"Hahaha." Ai Nakano said with a smile: "Then the next time I buy it, I'll buy a small portion and eat it myself." ”

In addition to coffee, Ai Nakano is wine, and edamame, a light appetizer, is naturally often bought.

"Didn't you say 128 yen for small portions and 198 yen for large portions, but the large portions are twice as much as the small portions, so there's no need to go out of your way to buy small portions."

"Murakami-kun."

"Hmm"

The script is flipped to page four.

"Your memory is really good."

Yu Murakami didn't know if she was talking about him memorizing the script now, or if she remembered the price of edamame that she occasionally talked about.

"I also have a good memory."

"Yes" Ai Nakano nodded: "Is there anything interesting at the party?"

"Listen to one writer explain {how good my sister is}, listen to another writer sing, and everyone reads their own work together."

"Wow, the writer's drinking party is just different, but what is {how good is my sister}"

"A poor man who has taken a fork in the road of life."

Ai Nakano nodded as if she didn't understand.

Yu Murakami finished reciting the script: "You can start." ”

"Okay."

Yu Murakami put his mouth close to the microphone,

"Sprinkle ——, game begins."

"Today's game is still guessing"

"Well, why"

"Because today's punishment is to wear nose-pinching glasses all the time, and it will be very uncomfortable to wear and speak."

"Yes."

Yu Murakami, who feels like the moth from last night, always let him run into unfortunate things.

"Well, but after I thought about it, let's wear it together."

"And why is that?"

"We are [blank], joint and several responsibility!"

"Then it's better to play other games, you can wear it alone."

“...... Alas. Ai Nakano lowered her head weakly, then raised her head, pursed her lips, and said for a while: "Murakami-kun, I'm looking forward to today's {please communication barrier plan}, you can wait for me too."

"Nakano-san is so scary today."

"That's right! This is the anger of not drinking Hakkaisan sake! Die."