(I'm making it clear that I can tip!) Eye-winching! ）

"Why did you come here today?" Murakami was a little surprised when he saw Kishimoto Saishi, took off the headset, walked to the sofa and sat down.

"That guy in Eguchi didn't reply to my text messages at all."

"Really?" Murakami turned around, a little surprised, and after a while laughed again.

"Hahahahaha, this is like what that girl would do."

"What? Do you know her well? Kishimoto was a little disgruntled and sat down beside him.

"I don't know much, but I feel like he's like Fujita."

"How?"

"You know." Murakami took out a box of "Seven Stars" from his pocket, ordered one and smoked it, "Capable people are always a little arrogant. ”

"Not necessarily......" Before he could finish speaking, Kishimoto waved the second-hand smoke in the air, "Why are you still like this, smoking in the mixing room." ”

"It doesn't matter, the rules are all set by people." He took out his cigarette "Seven Stars" and handed it to Kishimoto.

For so many years, the cigarettes he smoked have not changed, and they have always been seven stars, 200 yen a pack, from the previous unaffordable food to the current popularity, it is still a bargain smoked.

"Why is this still the case?"

"When people are old, they can't enjoy good things." He took a puff and exhaled a smoke ring, "This one is good." ”

"Try?" His hand holding the cigarette reached forward again.

"I don't smoke anymore, my throat has been a little bad lately."

"Okay." Murakami shook the cigarette back, put it back in his pocket and looked at him again, waiting for him to speak.

Suddenly interrupted by Murakami Kei, Kishimoto thought for a long time before remembering what he was going to say.

"I think 'she' probably doesn't know about the White Springs Comics Society."

Murakami poured out the still hot barley tea on the table, shook his hand, and splashed the tea on the coffee table.

"Are you confident in yourself or not?" Murakami Jing was smiling a cigarette, and the smoke was so smoky that he couldn't open his eyes a little, and he struggled to wipe the water stains on the table with one hand.

It wasn't until Kishimoto took the rag to help him that he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Who doesn't know about the White Springs Comics Society?" She's just not going to work with you. Murakami Jing laughed twice, but this possibility is more hurtful.

Kishimoto laughed twice.

"That's right."

"But what did you text 'her' about?" Murakami took the last puff of his cigarette, put it out in the ashtray, and took a sip of the barley tea that Kishimoto had just poured.

"I said hello to him, and said that I would visit him when I had the opportunity in the future, and hoped that he would be doing well recently."

"Poof......

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

………………

Because of Eguchi's height, Yamashita Kikawa picked a set of college-style retro-style long skirts, and then paired with a small navy blue shirt, which looked like a longer JK, and then a beret and two small braids hanging down to his shoulders.

The sand sculpture netizens in the previous life were right, there is only a difference between zero and countless times in women's clothing.

He never imagined that a straight man of steel like him would one day wear women's clothes.

It's inevitable that I feel a little lonely.

Some innocence disappears and ceases to exist.

He walked into Cripton, and Chinatsu Suzuki walked out of the waiting room.

"Miss Eguchi, you're here."

Eguchi nodded.

"Do you want to record something today?" He asked, as he walked inside.

Chinatsu Suzuki followed him.

"Half a month later, there is an album to be released, which is in a hurry, and it will be recorded within a week." She hurried to follow Eguchi.

"Okay."

Seeing that Eguchi had agreed simply, she continued.

"Miss Eguchi doesn't have too much pressure, it's the decision of Murakami's seniors, but it's impossible to record an album in a week, and no one will blame you even if you can't finish it."

"Okay." Eguchi casually agreed, not paying much attention to it.

It's really impossible to record an album in a week, after all, it takes a while to learn a new song, not to mention that you have to correct details and mistakes repeatedly when recording, and it usually takes a month to record an album.

But he doesn't have to worry about this, after all, it's his 'wife' song, if he can't record it, he doesn't have to be a man.

The two of them talked about some things along the way, and Eguchi found that the emotional intelligence of this girl Suzuki was really high.

Along the way, he has been trying to find a way to tell him not to put too much pressure on him, while saying that he is embarrassed by employees, while saying that he is rigorous in his work, while comforting him, and helping Murakami to speak, so that he has no dislike for Murakami, and even a little admiration.

Whoever can marry this girl in the future must be very happy.

……

"Murakami-senpai? I brought Miss Eguchi here. China Suzuki politely knocked on the door of the mixing room.

Cripton has two mixing rooms, one is connected to the studio, which is used during training and inspection, and the other is dedicated to Murakami, but the sound quality and equipment are no different, they are all top-notch.

"Come on, just come in." Murakami was heard inside, followed by a chattering conversation.

"Be quiet when you go in." Chinatsu Suzuki turned to Eguchi and said.

"Although Murakami's seniors don't seem to have a temper in general, but when they are working, their temper is relatively large, and if he is in the mixing room, he should be working."

Suzuki Chixia reminded Eguchi Changqing a few more words, he is still a newcomer, and he is so talented, so Suzuki naturally takes more care of him, and Eguchi is grateful.

"Thank you." He pushed the door open and walked in.

The inside of the house was not as Suzuki said, but the smell of smoke was filling, and there was a cough from time to time in the back room.

He fanned the smell of cigarettes, and after coming to this world, he had not smoked because he had no money, and he had not smelled it for a long time, and suddenly smelled a little uncomfortable.

"Murakami seniors." He walked into the mixing room, "I heard Miss Suzuki say that you have something to do with me?" ”

Eguchi Changqing walked into the house and saw two people, one was the Murakami Jing he had seen before, and the other he didn't know, he looked very young, only in his early twenties, and judging from the current posture of the two people, they were not Murakami's juniors and employees, they should be partners or friends, at least not at the same level as the company's staff.

The man was wearing a suit, his skin was as white as him, he looked stronger than him, his facial features were very handsome, manly, he looked very mature and handsome, and he seemed stunned when he walked in.

Holding barley tea in his hand, he looked at her a little stunned.

"It's a little." Murakami took a puff of his cigarette, spit it out, and motioned for him to sit, "Sit down, I have a friend who wants to meet you." ”

"Oh." He walked over and sat down.

The man watched him sit down on the couch and pour a cup of barley tea without any restraint.

"You're Miss Eguchi Evergreen?"

"Ah, yes, it's me." In order to fully express her shyness, Eguchi Changqing gently brushed her hair behind her ears and smiled, "Who are you?" ”