On Saturday, July 11, the rainy season, which lasted for five days, finally stopped.

In the train, there are several cool girls in short skirts, long skirts, and short socks, and there are many high-spirited teenagers with backpacks, short sleeves, and shirts, and a group of children in uniform are chasing back and forth.

Murakami listened to the rest of Sakurasou chatting and looked out the window at the scenery.

It was a bright day, there was no white clouds in sight, housewives were drying clothes and bedding, and old men were watering vegetables in the yard.

A wave of old men stood up in front of the capital hall, with gray hair, but they were in good spirits.

A few of them passed in front of Yu Murakami and smiled kindly at him, and Yu Murakami smiled in return.

While transferring at Shinjuku Station, Yu Murakami finally ate the same sandwich as {the last time Ai Nakano and the others went out on a trip and bought it at the station for breakfast}, as well as a bottle of Meiji brand milk.

Milk is the taste of milk, but sandwiches are like small cakes. The taste is that Murakami Yu does not regret eating it once, but he should not eat it a second time.

After five more stops and an eight-minute walk, we finally arrived at the ABC Institute.

"It's really far away." Ai Nakano said.

Of the few, she was the weakest. I don't usually exercise much, but now I feel slightly tired after just walking for a while.

"This is ABC?" Miss Sakura looked up at the brand-new signboard, "It doesn't look bad." ”

"Brother Yu was here to learn voice actor skills at the time?" You Mubi asked.

"Hmm."

A few people walked in and explained their intentions to the front desk.

"The president's office is on the fifth floor, so you can go up directly to the five of you or visit other floors."

"Okay, thanks."

The staircase that everyone walks, while walking, while visiting.

A small dubbing room, a classroom equipped with a stage, and a professional instructor who is teaching singing skills......

"It's really good, Murakami-kun. Although the place is smaller than our training center at the time, there is everything that should be there. "Dongshan will probe in every classroom to take a look, which attracts the frequent sideways glances of the students in class.

Ai Nakano grabbed her, and she obediently hugged Ai Nakano's waist from behind.

"Love clothes~, your waist is so thin." Higashiyama muttered.

"Everybody's very fine." Ai Nakano said with a smile.

"But yours is the thinnest!"

"Concave sauce is it, right?"

"That's right, I forgot about the concave sauce. But she's still a child. ”

"Sister Zhuan! I'm eighteen years old! "One meter and four Youmu Bi are very dissatisfied.

"Uh-huh~ I know, I know." Higashiyama was still holding Nakano Ai's waist, and the two of them shook their bodies and walked forward step by step.

"Hmm——! I'm angry! ”

"Shh~" Nakano Ai's food fingers leaned on his lips, which were not thin or thick, and were charming, "Others are in class, concave sauce~"

You Mubi gave Dongshan a murderous expression {let's see, the game will be a showdown after I go back};

Dongshan is still arrogant with {hum ~ I'm not afraid of you, anyway, I'm not cute anymore}.

Yu Murakami's gaze crossed over the two of them, looking at Ai Nakano's waist.

She wore a white wide dress today, with a thin and delicate black belt to tie her waist, and the whole person was much more fashionable at the same time, but also graceful and wonderful.

I don't know how tight the flesh on the waist is with such a thin waist.

Murakami thought about the mess and said:

"Not like that when I was studying here."

"What was it like at that time?" Miss Sakura asked curiously.

"The dim lighting, the pungent smell of the freshly renovated room, the crowded classrooms, the lecturers who read from the books."

"So miserable?"

"More than that." Yu Murakami stopped wondering about how tight Nakano's waist was, and instead remembered last year's cherry blossom season.

"More than that? What's worse? What is it? ”

"And the female teacher who thinks about taking you home all day long and giving you extracurricular tutoring." Yu Murakami said.

"Huh?" Miss Sakura frowned, "Tsk! ”

"Brother You, did you go back with her?" You Mubi's eyes didn't blink because of curiosity.

Yu Murakami rushed at You Mubi and responded to the gazes of the other three young women:

"Damn, I have to catch the last train. Where do I sleep at night if I go to make-up classes? At that time, I couldn't afford to take a taxi. ”

The young women laughed as if money was in their pockets.

An old lecturer with square-rimmed glasses and nasolabial folds leaned out of the front door of the classroom and looked at the group without saying a word.

"Sorry! I'm sorry! ”

"I'm sorry! Sorry to bother you! ”

The women clasped their hands together and apologized again and again.

In the blaming voice of Miss Sakura, who was obviously laughing the loudest, Yu Murakami led the four of them directly to the president's office on the fifth floor.

Nakazawa Masayuki, who hadn't seen him for a long time, received them.

He was dressed in a high-end suit and had a serious complexion, which was very different from before.

"Murakami-kun, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Nakazawa-san."

The two shook hands and greeted each other.

Yu Murakami told him about the registration of Yu Mubi in the cultivation office.

Nakazawa Zhengxing waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Although the summer class has not yet started, since it was recommended by Murakami-kun, it is not a trivial matter to admit it first. Please feel free to attend classes, Murakami-kun's status in YM office, it is not a problem to sign a newcomer, right? ”

Murakami waved his hand, noncommittal.

He didn't know if he could get the firm to sign a new person directly, and he didn't want to.

Nakazawa Zhengxing asked the new secretary who looked ordinary and skilled in business to take You Mubi to write the contract.

The other three also went with them, and only Yu Murakami and Masayuki Nakazawa were left in the office.

Nakazawa Masayuki's originally straight back softened suddenly, took out a cigarette, and said to Yu Murakami:

"Mind if I smoke?"

"Please."

Nakazawa lit the cigarette with a lighter, took a deep breath, and spit the cigarette out of his mouth as if he was about to vomit all his exhaustion.

Yu Murakami, who had nothing to do, asked: "Now that ABC is not what it used to be, why don't you look happy?" ”

"It's hard, Murakami-kun," Nakazawa took another puff of his cigarette, "ABC is getting better and better, but it's not profitable." ”

"Oh?"

"After you became famous, many young people with voice actor dreams came to buy this building, in order to accept them, I took out my old capital and the money I earned before and bought this building."

"Hmm."

"And then in that session, none of them passed."

"Why not one?"

"Actually, there isn't one." Nakazawa Masayuki shook his head and continued: "No way, the building is bought, I can't lose money, right?" loans, please professional teachers. All of them pay more than me, bastard! ”

"If you want to take first, why rush." Murakami Yuchong scolded and scolded Nakazawa Masayuki said.

"That's what I thought, so I invited them here, and what happened?" Nakazawa spread his hands, "Today, this teacher told me, President Nakazawa, I can't teach without this equipment; Tomorrow, the teacher told me that the classroom decoration is not good, it has to be like this! Bastard! It's the first time I've heard that voice actor learning is related to classroom decoration! ”

"Oh-" Yu Murakami nodded, being a good listener.

"There are also people who came to me and said that other training centers all have vocal music classes, physical classes, and stage plays, and we can't miss them."

Speaking of this, Nakazawa Masayuki took a puff of cigarette as if he wanted to suck it all in one go.

"What about student fees?"

"250,000 per person, what's the use?"

"Didn't go up?"

"Up what?! When you first became famous, I promoted the {cheap} point that I used for promotion. If it is changed now, the students would rather spend a little more money and go to a better training center, and I will be completely finished? ”

"Hmm."

"Fortunately, since Daxi Yarn became famous, there have been more students, and the money earned every month has paid for their salaries, and they can barely keep up with the bank loans."

Yu Murakami didn't know what to say, "It's going to get better." ”

"I hope so, otherwise how can I live." Nakazawa Masayuki sighed and crushed the remaining half of the cigarette in the ashtray.

"By the way, Murakami-kun, is it true that you won 10 million in a bet on horses?"

"Really."

Nakazawa Masayuki supported his knees with his elbows in both hands, bent forward, and looked at Yu Murakami longingly:

"What's the trick? Can you tell me? ”

Yu Murakami told the pamphlet about the horse farm brochure word for word {whether the neck position is too low}, {whether there are chest muscles}, {whether the horse's back is split}, etc.

"Murakami-kun, you are such a generous and enthusiastic person, you can't find a second one." Nakazawa carefully put the notebook with three pages of {Horse Racing Tips} in the cabinet.

"I don't know what to say...... But horse racing is something like that, it's still less touched. ”

"Of course!" Nakazawa nodded solemnly, "If I don't eat these three pages thoroughly, I will never step into the racecourse." ”

"That's fine."

When the five of them left the ABC training center, Ms. Sakura asked:

"Murakami, what are you talking about, I see that person is very happy?"

Yu Murakami told a few people about how Nakazawa Masayuki was difficult to ride a tiger and tried to get rich through horse racing.

The four of them went to the station with laughter all the way, and when they were about to enter the station, Higashiyama said:

"Why don't we go to Oi Racecourse again today? I haven't been there yet! ”

"Go, go!" Youmubi immediately complied.

The women quickly agreed and prepared to go to Oi Baba to learn more and then put into practice the skills taught by Yu Murakami.

Today is Saturday, except for a live broadcast of "Ground Wrong" at night, Yu Murakami has nothing to do, so he followed.

When they took the bus to Hamamatsucho and took the monorail from Hamamatsucho to Oi Racecourse, they learned that there was no horse racing during the day today, and a regular flea market was being held.

The four girls were frustrated, but were quickly attracted by the more than 600 stalls.

Spread a cloth directly on the ground and sell it, and there are also those that open the trunk of a car;

clothes and trousers, old books, teapots, potted plants;

Computers, cameras, CDs from the past;

Of all shapes and sizes.

The five people stood out in the crowd, not only because of their appearance, after all, it was a second-hand market, there were very few young people, and the people who would come here to visit were undoubtedly older.

The four girls looked left and right, but they didn't buy any of them - very much in line with the young man's idea.

The only pothos I wanted to buy also gave up after learning from Yuu Murakami that pothos is poisonous to parrots.

After looking for a place to eat, several people were on the tram back, basking in the sun, plus walking all morning, they were drowsy.

Yu Murakami watched as the train snaked like a needle on the cloth of Tokyo.

"Murakami-kun, look." Ai Nakano handed over the phone.

Murakami turned his head and looked at the eyebrows under Nakano's bangs.

She pointed to the phone screen:

"Iguchi-san said thank you for our birthday wishes, and I look forward to continuing to work with us."

"What to look forward to?"

Ai Nakano neither raised her head nor raised her eyebrows, but her eyes went up, and she glanced at Yu Murakami with that pool of clear water, and then sent a message back to Yuka Iguchi.

It doesn't seem to have dissipated yet, Yu Murakami thought.

The train was moving slowly, and the new song of the popular group "Arashi" reached his ears out of nowhere.

Back at Sakuraso, Murakami set out to clean up his 30,000 yen air conditioner.

It only took a year, and it didn't make a big move, and only used a simple cleanup.

Open the air conditioner cover, clean the air conditioner filter, and then clean the evaporator blades with air conditioner cleaner.

Finally, place the strainer on the atrium floor and let the sun dry.

"Murakami-kun," Ai Nakano said, standing in the atrium corridor, to the admirer of the results, "why don't you clean up the other air conditioners as well?" We're here to help. ”

"Okay."

So Yu Murakami cleaned up the air conditioners in all the rooms again.

Everything else is okay, but the one in Youmubi's room, I'm afraid it looks like it hasn't been cleaned for four or five years, and it's not okay not to do it.

A few people said to help, and finally chased each other with water guns from nowhere, only Ai Nakano was still on the side to help him clean the wind deflector together.

But it didn't last long, and it also joined the battlefield.

Yu Murakami had a lot of fun and enjoyed it too.

Once you start doing it, it's a pleasure to clean up the dirty wind deflectors.

"Haha!" With a snicker, all four of them aimed their water guns at him.

Yu Murakami became a soup chicken neatly and neatly.

He didn't get angry, he just flattened the head of the soft glue pipe, and there was only a small hole left, so that the Tokyo tap water that flowed out of it sprayed quickly and far.

"Ahh

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Brother Yuu! ”

"Murakami-kun! The clothes are wet, so ...... Yes! ”

"Wow! (Liar!) I just took a shower yesterday! Get away from me! Ugly ghosts! ）”

......

The clothes became more form-fitting and found the following:

The breasts of several people are not small, and the small waist under the white skirt of Nakano Aiyi is indeed tight.

Murakami did all the clean-up work and put them back together.

After dinner, we set off for the studio of Gangan Bunko.

"Ground Error" is the main work of Gangan Library, so the live broadcast will also be done in this company's own studio.

Walking into the preparation room, Mizurai and Saori Onishi were chatting.

"Good evening, Murakami senpai."

"Hmm."

"Good evening, Murakami-san." Shui Lai Qi beckoned.

"Good evening." Yu Murakami found a corner and sat down.

At half past eight in the evening, the live broadcast started on time.

Murakami sits in the middle, with Mizurai and Saori Onishi on the left and on the right.

As soon as the live broadcast room opened, the three of them were immediately covered by a dense barrage.

Saori Onishi took a closer look, turned back to the two and said, "Everyone is talking about winning 10 million in bets on horses." ”

"Oh." Yu Murakami's perfunctory response.

"Don't. Don't talk about it again! Shui Laiqi said resistantly.

"Haha," Saori Onishi suddenly laughed, "Thinking of the photo of Inori shouting ten million, haha!" ”

"It's not allowed to talk about it anymore!"

"But everyone saw it, right?"

Shui Laiqi said to the audience very seriously:

"Whoever dares to search for that photo, I'll send a virus to his computer. It's true! ”