[It's not a good thing not to know how to enjoy.

Even if you want to take your eyes off the painful things for a while,

You also need to know how to enjoy the moment. 】

Chihara closed the book, stretched, and supported her chin with her arms on her knot, staring out the window at the crowd.

Today's other things during the day have ended, and Mr. Chihara has fallen into a normal state of rest.

"It's the second year."

He muttered to himself.

If you think about it, it's been two years since I came to this world.

But fortunately, I didn't change my body like in other novels. At most, I have changed my soul, and my face is still my own, after all, it is just a parallel world, as long as the gender has not changed, everything is easy to say.

It's a pity that the money for the predecessor to sign up for a voice actor training center can't be refunded, otherwise it wouldn't have to rely on selling the original house to pay the sky-high tuition fees of the University of Tokyo.

However, there should be a lot of scholarships this year, so that I can live a little more comfortably next year.

Others often say that he and his current boss Ken Hirata have known each other for a few years, and they are a rare iron buddy relationship, so they are willing to give up their good future and leave LM Office to run away with him, fighting for a future that does not know whether they live or die.

But Mr. Chihara knew in his heart that the two should be more accurately said to be a "father and son" relationship.

He is the Father, he is the Son, where did he come from?

If it weren't for Brother Qianyuan's handsome face to support him, how could he afford to open such a big company? Trick so many people into doing it with him?

Just his three-building apartment?

Joke!

Well, by the way, the house that Mr. Chihara is renting now is the property of his own president.

But it seems that the original owner LM is not good, except for the snacks that can't be eaten. Even the atmosphere is very depressing, but it is really like the rumors in the industry, there are female mental patients all over the place, but in fact they are not friendly to their idol system. After all, the course is set to death, and any violation of the character will be punished, and the capitalist hates the uncertainty factors that affect his money.

So Mr. Chihara still chose to mix with his own agent, Hirata, after all, the old brother doesn't have so many rules.

It's a pity that without the support of the industry's leaders, coupled with the delay in his career after a year of study, Mr. Chihara has changed from the original handsome idol department to today's mediocre passerby department.

Today is Christmas Eve, 2011.

In the morning, I bite the pen in class at the university in a daze, go to the convenience store to buy a fried noodle bread at noon, and go home in the afternoon to have another look.

What an unpretentious day.

When he went home, he got up with his gloves and the president specially prepared a birthday gift for him this year - an off-white coat.

It's old-fashioned, I guess this guy didn't wear it before he gave it to himself, right?

But if it's new, there's a high probability that Mr. Chihara won't accept it.

It's barely warm.

Chihara put her hands in her pockets and walked out the door with her neck bent, ready to head to Ginza to start her final part-time assignment of the afternoon.

It's cold outside today, and it's getting dusk, and the blood-like light shines on the horizon, illuminating the sky orange-red and orange-red, like a landscape from an anime. The sound of the tram moving forward is long, and the friction of the rails and wheels is sonorous until it reaches the seashore and then falls into the sea.

Throw the books you bought before into the lounge of the store, change into the suit you have worn once today, and prepare to go out again.

Holding a basket full of apples in his right hand, a small pennant in his left hand to promote the store, and a strange Luo-style pendant hanging on his chest, a young man dressed in a doll bear costume can attract many people's sideways glances just by standing at the entrance of the subway station.

Fortunately, wearing an object on his head obscured his appearance, saving him the trouble of being accosted by someone asking for a phone number and LINE account when he was standing on the street in the past.

The tram whizzed past him, and soon after, the lights of the tram appeared in front of him.

Along the way, Chihara worked hard under the watchful eye of the shopkeeper, except that when he woke up on the way, he found a cute little girl who looked like a schoolboy on the railing and looked at him, as if wondering why Mr. Brown Bear was dozing off in a chair.

Apparently she didn't know that bears needed to hibernate as an animal.

"Brown double ponytail, blue eyes, socks, small leather shoes, perfect for wearing a cute little dress, or a sailor suit......"

The JK high school student sitting next to Chihara had words in his mouth, and it was not until Chihara's brown bear hood turned to her that he stopped awkwardly, his two index fingers constantly poking at each other, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

The words of the heart are accidentally spoken!

But...... But if it's under the brown bear's hood, it's probably such a girl, right?

Pray silently in her heart, but Chihara, who is wearing a brown bear hood, does not react, like a statue in a temple.

"Sailor suit, I prefer this."

He spoke softly, as if he were out of nowhere, intermittently.

It made her heart tremble.

When the train arrived, she rushed out of her resting position and rushed onto the train.

Running fast, it feels like running for your life.

Chihara saw in her a shadow of her past, somewhat like her seventeen-year-old self.

The man under the hood couldn't help but smile.

At the same time, another girl who looked like an elementary school student suddenly appeared on the platform, she suddenly threw herself on JK's waist, stopped the female high school student from continuing to escape, kept groping up and down to rub oil, and shouted with full vitality:

"Sister Meilai! It's finally here! I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I've been thinking about you every minute...... Hey! How do you have an apple in your pocket? Was it given by my boyfriend? ”

"Did you just get a boyfriend in your first year of high school?"

The little girl's tone was visibly shocked.

"What! How could it be a boyfriend! The high school girl waved her hand in a panic.

But when she looked at the apple in her pocket, she realized that she seemed to have taken someone else's wrong.

When the JK girl looks back in embarrassment and looks at the brown bear hooded freak outside the station glass, she finds a basket of apples in his hand.

The brown bear monster also seemed to notice her gaze, and slowly reached out and gave a thumbs up to the apple in her hand.

It's like the main character in Kamen Rider.

She obviously didn't react a little, and said hesitantly: "Ping, happy Christmas Eve? ”

When the elementary school girl next to her saw this scene, she also excitedly waved to Mr. Brown Bear in the carriage and shouted, "Happy Christmas Eve!" Thank you Apple! Wishing you a happy day! Meat to eat every day! ”

After a smile of joy.

Haven't waited for someone to respond.

Immediately, the doors closed, the train started again, and it burrowed into the underground tunnel like the wind, leaving with Mr. Chihara's nostalgia for his high school youth and the JK girl.

He turned his head and saw that the elementary school girl with brown hair and two ponytails was still looking at him. So Chihara thought for a moment, took out a red apple from the basket, and handed it over.

"Do you want it?"

The elementary school girl's gaze instantly shifted to the apple, and after a while, she took it, took a bite, and gave Chihara a thumbs up.

"It's too late!" Elementary school girls said seriously.

"Thanks for the compliment." Mr. Chihara nodded in response.

"Where are you going, what are you going to do?" The tone of the elementary school girl is very familiar.

She nibbled on an apple, a bit like a police officer investigating background information, interrogating the origin and purpose of the brown bear monster in front of her.

"Working for Santa Claus and giving Christmas Eve gifts to children in advance." Mr. Chihara replied earnestly.

"Does Santa Claus live in the North Pole?" Elementary school girl asked.

"Yes." The brown bear monster nodded firmly, "He'll fly over on a magical moose and a sleigh." ”

"Will fly over......" The little girl thought about his way around.

"I'm going to a shogi tournament tomorrow! A very powerful shogi game! The girl said whimsically.

"Congratulations."

He thought about it again and said with some regret: "It's a pity that I don't know shogi." ”

If it's an entry-level game, he'll still be able to play a little bit.

If it's backgammon, he can play a tie with Alpha Dog with a probability of four or six draws.

If it is chess, he will only be the first cannon and don't be a horseman, and he is not familiar with other tricks.

But shogi is really unseen.

"Your apples are delicious," the elementary school girl nodded with satisfaction, "If you can't play shogi in the future, you can come and ask me for help!" ”

"Understood."

Mr. Brown Bear thought for a moment and said, "But you have to pull your finger, and you are not allowed to change the hexagram." ”

"Good!" The elementary school girl took the initiative to snatch the palm of the doll that she didn't understand.

"Pull the hook and hang yourself, for a hundred years, you are not allowed to change!"

"And then, Happy Christmas Eve!"

"Happy Christmas Eve."

After a few more slow steps, it was already dark.

Christmas Eve is a day of relaxation and joy, but I don't have a girlfriend or many old friends. So Chihara walked around Ginza alone.

Ginza is one of the most representative and bustling streets in the entire 11th ward, where luxury goods, food, medicine and more from all over the world are gathered. The sidewalks on both sides of the road are wide, but still crowded.

However, because his current dress is too strange, passers-by have distanced themselves after seeing him to avoid being entangled by the strange brown bear monster.

The area with a radius of one meter seems to be occupied by an invisible barrier, and no one approaches it.

In this way, Mr. Chihara continued to walk for a while, looked at the time, and found that there were still four hours until nine o'clock in the time of his next job. So I quickened my pace a little and found a place to rest not far from the western station.

Put the basket aside and sit down naturally to rest.

The reason for choosing this place is simple, because it is opposite the Michelin-starred restaurant where you work the night shift at night.

From time to time, passers-by around him would look at him and think that this brown bear monster with a basket was a little pitiful.

In such a cold weather, do you still want to come out to sell apples?

One can't help but think of the little match girl.

Finally, someone tentatively walked up, handed Mr. Brown Bear a hundred yen coin, and raised his chin at the basket next to him.

He was slightly stunned, and subconsciously took the coin, but suddenly understood, shook his head, returned it, and took out an apple from the basket and handed it to the other party.

"It's sent, but it's not for couples."

The sound is crisp.