On January 17th, Takuya Aramura drove away from Wakayama and drove along the Sakai-Hannan Line to Osaka Prefecture, the central city of and one of the most despised cities in Kyoto. Troll

As in the past few days, after booking a hotel, packing up and taking a shower, Takuya Aramura sent a message to several women in Tokyo on his mobile phone.

With that done, he raised his arm and looked at the watch on his wrist.

Eleven.

Go out for a stroll first, then find a place to eat.

Having made up his mind, Takuya Aramura put on his clothes, stuffed his phone in his pocket, took his room card and went out.

Taking the elevator to the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, he found the waiter standing at the gate, and asked in the Kansai accent of the original owner's Kyoshi University, "Is there any place to eat near here?" ”

The waiter pointed to a road in front of the hotel, "There is a food court in front, guests can go over and try it." "Huh

"Thank you." Takuya Aramura nodded and walked in the direction he pointed out.

When he was far away, the waiter rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Cut... Always with a pair of shelves... Worthy of Kyoto people... Hehe... Go to the food street in front... Pit you pretending Kyoto people..."

Takuya Aramura, whose soul is from China and whose body is from Nagano, who works in Tokyo and began to speak with a Kansai Kyoto accent when he arrives in the Kansai area, does not realize the waiter's malice towards the people of Kyoto and walks straight into the food street.

Before he could choose the shop he wanted to go to, he saw a group of people with cameras at the corner of the food court.

Looking at the clothes worn by this group of people, they are all printed with the words "stay up late on Monday to watch the moon".

This is the name of a variety show...

Takuya Aramura still knows, not only do I know, but a screenwriter in this program group is also Fujiwara's brother... Troll

So, he hurriedly took out the mask that he had been using all year round from his pocket and put it on.

Although I don't know if Fujiwara's brother is here, he is now on sick leave, and he doesn't want to be recognized by some inexplicable people...

Again, it's always right to be cautious.

Just as he was about to leave without leaving a trace, he happened to be targeted by the people given by the program team, and the people who carried the camera and the microphone surrounded him.

Takuya Deserted Village, who was surrounded by this large group of big men: "..."

"This gentleman." A slightly obese man in the program group put the microphone to his mouth, "Is it convenient to make a visit?" ”

Takuya Aramura looked at the microphone in front of him, who probably didn't know how much saliva had been stained, and tilted his head back unconsciously, "I'm sorry, I'm hungry, and I still have to go to eat, it's not too convenient." "Huh

"It's okay!" The fat man patted the fat on his body and swore that he would say: "As long as you accept our interview, our program team will invite you to a big meal!" ”

"I'm sorry." Takuya Aramura refused again, "I'm not very interested in the big meals that others have invited. ”

As soon as his words fell, the fat man suddenly frowned, and his face showed a thoughtful look, "Sir... How do I feel... You look so familiar..."

"Ahem..."Takuya Aramura also lifted the mask up, "You're wrong..."

"But it's really familiar..."

"You're really wrong..."

"These eyes... And the sounds... It's like..."

"Interview, right? Then let's get started, and stop worrying about who I am..."

"Okay!" The fat man perked up, stopped asking, turned around and waved to the photographer carrying the camera, "Hurry up, lens!" ”

"It's coming, it's coming!" The photographer focuses his lens on Takuya Aramura.

Takuya Aramura felt his eyebrows skip a beat.

"Sir, may I ask...", the fat man held up the microphone and asked, "You're from Kyoto, aren't you?" ”

Takuya Aramura couldn't remember how many people were mistaken for Kyotoites along the way in Kansai, and his heart was already numb, and he didn't even bother to refute it, so he simply nodded his head and admitted, "Hmm." ”

"What is your impression of Osaka from Kyoto?" The fat man continued to ask. Troll

"Impressions..."Takuya Aramura looked up and thought.

In his memory, the impression of Kyoto people on Osaka doesn't seem to be very good, such as out-of-the-box, rude, and uncultivated, and this kind of label seems to be tailor-made for Osaka people at all...

But will he tell the truth about it?

That's definitely not, not to mention that the cold spring Mao Mi next to him is from Kyoto, she has a very high sense of belonging to Kyoto, and he doesn't want to do this kind of thing to discredit Kyoto... Just because he's in Osaka and surrounded by Osaka people, he's determined not to tell the truth...

If this is true, I don't know how it will be repaired...

Also, there is a man with dyed yellow hair and a leopard print outfit who looks like a man with a very dignified temperament, and has been staring at this side since he heard that he is from Kyoto...

After careful consideration, Takuya Aramura gave an answer that he couldn't fault with the camera: "In the eyes of Kyoto people, Osaka is a city with a strong commercial atmosphere and a very informal atmosphere. "Huh

But it was obvious that what the program team wanted was not such a reply, so the fat man stood up and took the initiative to provoke the incident, and recreated his words, "So in the eyes of you Kyoto people, Osaka is a philistine and uneducated city, right?" ”

"Huh?" Takuya Aramura was stunned.

Who made you translate it like this? Although these are true, can they be said?

"It's not..."Takuya Aramura was just about to open his mouth to explain, when the yellow-haired man on the side walked over menacingly.

The fat man was quite responsible, and he didn't leave Takushi Aramura behind, but instead used himself as a human shield, blocked in front of him, and warned the yellow-haired man: "What do you want to do!" If you dare to do it, we'll call the police! ”

The yellow-haired man's mouth twisted, and he glanced at Takuya Aramura, "Who wants to do anything with Kyoto people who only pretend all day long." ”

"And what do you want to do?" The fat man still did not let his guard down. Troll

"I'm going to be interviewed too!" The yellow-haired man raised his hand, "I'd like to tell you about the impression that we Osaka people have of Kyoto people!" It's always okay, right? ”

"Of course you can!" The fat man suddenly smiled and winked at the photographer.

The photographer made an "OK" gesture and shifted the camera to the yellow-haired man.

"I'm going to say it." The yellow-haired man turned his head to look at Takuya Aramura, "I heard from my father that the people of Kyoto are all annoying guys... The people of Kyoto look at it with a smile on their faces, but they don't smile at all in their hearts..."

"What else? What else? The fat man's eyebrows were full of excitement.

Takuya Aramura: "..."

This program group is baking fire, right... Troll

When the yellow-haired man talked about this topic, it was as if he had opened a conversation, and his mouth was like a machine gun, moving non-stop.

"Although the scenery in the streets and alleys is good, the words are too scary, yin and yang weird, I don't know if there is something in the words or what, and sure enough, it still makes people feel very uncomfortable..."

"When I drive, I don't give way at all, and I do things that go too far while smiling... The words of the people of Osaka are scary to look at, but everyone is very gentle in their hearts..."

"And that superior look... I don't like it..."

"Many of my friends also say that Kyoto people are very scary..."

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