After school in the afternoon, Hashima went to play a baseball game with Tomoki Murakami and Umito Sato, and then went to a nearby family restaurant.

This family restaurant near Harajuku Station is a popular spot for students and white-collar workers in the neighborhood, and even elderly people who have finished a walk in Yoyogi Park choose to order a soba for a while.

Hashima ordered a large portion of noodles with chopped green onions and a box of fried dumplings, but seeing that neither of them ordered fried dumplings, Hashima ordered another box.

Because these two people will definitely come to share the food.

The respective foods were served one by one, and as he expected, Sato Umito took away a few of his fried dumplings.

"Hashima." Sato Hairen ate two dumplings in one bite, "Do you like Kiriyama-san?" ”

The soup that Hashima had just drunk almost poured into his bronchial tubes and coughed in pain.

"Ahem...... Well? ”

"Hashima, don't cough so badly when people are eating, okay? You see, you have crumbs of ramen noodles coughing up from the corners of your mouth. ”

"Who is the reason why I am like this?" Hashima picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth.

Tomoki Murakami rolled the mixed sauce noodles into a ball with chopsticks with a serious face: "Hashima, are you serious?" Pedal two boats? One of them turned out to be Kurosawa-san. ”

"Serious people, aren't you? I didn't say a word. Hashima said.

Seato Sato took the opportunity to take another fried dumpling, wrapped it in sauce and said, "Don't you think it's strange? You didn't even tell a joke between you and Kurosawa-san, and it didn't have your lewd style. ”

"The word obscenity is redundant."

Tomoki Murakami glanced at the cage with five fried dumplings, and finally decided to clip one: "We have known you until now, and I have seen you chatting happily with the girls several times, and even talking and laughing with Kiriyama-san." ”

"Well, it's true that when you talk to Kurosawa-san, your face is not very good." Sato Hairen wants to come again.

Hashima stretched out his chopsticks to stop his criminal behavior: "Because I've known Hitomi Miyaya since I was a child, of course I won't treat her in the usual way with girls." ”

"This look smells of lies!" Umito Sato holds the table with one hand.

Hashima didn't respond, just picked up the ramen, rolled it in the soup, and sucked it into his mouth.

"Angry? Hashima? Seeing that he was silent, Tomoki Murakami snorted vigorously.

"Nope."

Sato Hairen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Hashima, can I compensate you for two boxes of fried dumplings?" I'm just kidding. ”

Hashima shook his head and said, "It's not your fault, it's everyone who thinks so, how can I, a country boy, have a relationship with Miss Kurosawa." ”

"Huh? Aren't you mad at me for eating your dumplings? Umito Sato breathed a sigh of relief.

Tomoki Murakami said with a smile. "Sato's brain can't think of going there, Hashima, you think too much."

"Hey, that's too much, isn't it?" Sato Hairen swallowed the food in his mouth, "I just can't get used to the style of that eldest lady coming to Kirikawa, it's the same as being high, Hashima you have to hold on." ”

He is Fukui's hope, he grew up eating Fukui's great Koshihikari rice, his ability to resist blows is extraordinary, and in his eyes, Hitomi Kurosawa is no different from a little girl who is obsessed with him.

What's more, he doesn't feel any pressure from Hitomi Kurosawa now, at the moment.

The only thing that gave him a headache was the relationship with Hitomi Kurosawa, he didn't push away when he kissed her, but pursued the initiative, doesn't this mean that he wants to get her at that moment?

Hashima String put his thoughts aside, laughed out loud and said, "Sato, you really like me." ”

"Who said that? What I like is you, everyone. Umito Sato, who was sitting in the middle, split the chopsticks in half and put his arms on the two of them, "I'm in for this meal!" ”

"Then order two more steamed dumplings."

After eating, none of the three of them asked where they were going to play, and after drinking water in the vending machine competition, the loser Hashima paid for 1,000 yen.

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On Saturday, May 14th, comes the time for dubbing.

Hashima went out early, and many students and women could be seen on the road, and in another hour, salarymen in suits would completely flood the area.

Colorful people meet on the street, which reminds Hashima of the "flame reaction" in chemistry class yesterday.

If the metal is burned in a fire, it will emit the unique color of each element, and the blue flame will change its appearance.

Just like people, contact with different people will produce a kaleidoscopic variety of colors, and he remembered Sumire Kiriyama.

For example, Sumire Kiriyama is a person with a strong sense of self, who is loyal to his principles and the righteousness in his heart.

Not approaching and not interfering with each other is the best way for her to communicate.

As for Hitomi Kurosawa, the gap of three years without communication caused him to be uncertain about this girl.

The sun is shining brightly, and the light falls on Tokyo Bay, like the stars of the sea, and the ruler-like clouds of airplanes cut the scenery in half.

Hashima is like a child, carrying a plastic bag of drinks bought from the supermarket, and the thoughts in his head are like vines spreading, multiplying everywhere.

He rode a mountain bike and finally arrived at the location of Kiriyama Toko's office.

Downstairs in the office building, there was a car that looked very luxurious, and Hashima glanced at it and did not stop.

When he came to the second floor, the door was open, and when Hashima walked to the entrance, the eyes of the three people in the room were all focused on him.

On one side of the sofa, Toko Kiriyama and Sumire Kiriyama sit, and on the other side, a man in a straight suit sits.

He has a slender figure, a good sitting posture, the clothes on his body are all famous brands, and his leather shoes are shiny, and he looks like a big man with a successful career.

The cold and cloudy yellow pupils were looking at Hashima String, and surprise flashed on his face for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

Their fathers? But he looks like he's in his early thirties.

"Ah, Hashima." When Toko Kiriyama said this, his tone was somehow a little ashamed.

Hashima nodded, put the drink he bought on the shoe cabinet, and changed into slippers.

"You're Hashima, aren't you?" The man leaned back on the couch, fingers against his chin, looking at him carefully.

"Please get out of here, you're not welcome."

Before Hashima could respond, Sumire Kiriyama said in a cold voice.

The man raised his eyebrows, stared at Hashima without a smile and said, "I'm Takagawa Takagawa, the principal of Hiboken Ikebukuro School, and it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

Kiriyama Toko pursed his mouth tightly, and it took a long time before he came out: "Can you not do this?" ”

"Please call me Mr. Takaji, now you are the instructor of Hashima String, right? Do you want to drag your feet? Takashi Takagawa responded with great disdain.

Hashima didn't know the situation, but kept the etiquette and said, "I'm Hashima Kan, and I'm currently a student of ANG, and I'm often taken care of by Miss Kirisama. ”

Takagawa crossed Jiro's legs and said with a smile, "In other words, Hashima-kun, you haven't signed a contract with any regular firm yet, right?" ”

The word "regular" in his mouth was bitten very tightly, and Toko Kiriyama kept his head down.

"This, it seems to be." Hashima remembered that he hadn't signed any contracts since he came here, but every week Toko Kiriyama would give himself money.

Takagawa seemed to be happy to see the dull expression of Toko Kiriyama, and a smile appeared on his face: "Hashima-kun, I first congratulate you on getting the dubbing of the male protagonist of a light novel, but I want to ask you, have you thought of any other better way out?" ”

When he said this, Hashima could clearly feel Kiriyama Toko's body, trembling slightly at that moment.

Sumire Kiriyama still maintains a demure demeanor, with wet black hair and an extremely elegant and well-proportioned waist, so that Hashima String's eyes don't know where to put it.

She exuded unparalleled self-confidence, and Quan Ran was not affected by the other party's words.

"Hashima-kun? What do you think? Takagawa asked again.

“......”

He Hashima finally understood, this was someone who came to the door, and he came to dig the younger brother in front of the big boss and the second boss.