Mr. Chihara finished his last bite of the sandwich, crumpled the bag, and stuffed it into Hirata's trouser pocket.

I ate so quickly that I almost choked to death, so I quickly hammered my chest a few times with my hand, and then took the Coke out of the plastic bag.

"Hold it up."

He placed the jar on Hirata's shoulder.

Hirata was still muttering that this kid was still using him as a tool man as before, and let him drive around.

Suddenly I heard him speak, and then I felt something on my shoulder, and subconsciously reached out to help him.

"Hold it firm." Chihara let go of her hand, then ripped open the tab on the can, and listened to the sound of bubbles with a puff and puff.

"Pounce—"

"Don't drive with one hand." Chihara took back the Coke can that had been opened and instructed the president to pay attention to traffic safety.

Take a sip.

Well, it's not very icy, but it's okay.

Hirata glanced at his coat, was silent for half a minute, and held back three words: "You're a dog!" ”

"What's the matter, it's all dark anyway, I can't see it." The male mother was rarely willful, "It's a big deal, I'll take it back at night and wash it for you." ”

"Okay." Hirata was expressionless.

"By the way, why haven't you changed your car yet?"

Chihara twisted his body, always feeling very unsteady in his sitting, "I see that the president of other people's houses is either a Rolls-Royce or a Ferrari when he goes out, why do you still drive a Mazda?" ”

"Absolutely, I've only bought this new car for two years, what to change! In a few years, if you receive more notices, I will personally drive the Aston Martin up and down to pick you up. Mr. President pouted.

Although Mr. Chihara has no idea which is more expensive, Aston Martin or Rolls-Royce or Ferrari.

"Speaking of which, you bought this car when you were still in LM, right?" Mr. Chihara recalled.

"At that time, it happened to be your hand-in-the-door bonus, plus the money you saved in the past few years just to help me scrape together the money for a new car." Hirata was full of emotion, and he always felt that time passed so quickly.

Obviously, he was an ordinary little social animal before, and in a blink of an eye, he became the big boss of a small company.

The former high school students have also become well-dressed college students.

"What's the fuss, it's too much to open again!" Mr. Chihara patted the front desk of the car in front of him.

Pointing to the small restaurant not far from the roadside, the knife and fork sign at the door is particularly conspicuous.

……

There is no work these days, Matsuda who has resumed his part-time life again sincerely drips dish soap on the magic cotton, and washes the oil stains on the porcelain plate with hot water, and the water in winter cannot be too big, otherwise it is not good for the boiler to work for a long time, and the veteran Matsuda is quite experienced in this.

There are a lot of customers who come to eat in the store today, after all, the New Year is like this, and you should play when you have a holiday.

Outside, people are looking for a meal or relaxation after a hard day's work, couples holding hands, couples holding children, and music playing melodious or dynamic music in every shop on the shopping street.

Retracting his thoughts, Matsuda sincerely glanced at the lovelorn store manager, who was still gritting his teeth and waving his cooking knives.

People can't help but feel that falling out of love is such a hurtful thing, but fortunately, Mr. Matsuda is afraid of women.

However, it was already afternoon, and there were not many guests, so Matsuda Matsuda only touched the water once and wiped his hands while he was free. Pull a chair and sit down, turn a few pages of the animation script given by the agent, the writing is not bad, and the main plot is simple and clear.

It just so happens that he is also a simple person, but when he came to Tokyo, he always felt that the air in the big city is colored, and in addition to air pollution, there must be a reason for the stress of life.

In the past few years, the constraints were urgent, but now he has the hope of participating in the recording work, especially the dubbing of the male protagonist of a cartoon a few days ago, and he can also be a little more relaxed.

Wait until there is a buzz twice, take out your mobile phone and rummage through the text box, it seems that it was sent by a colleague.

[Is tonight's fireworks festival coming? Firms occupy a front-row position. 】

It was an invitation from a female colleague.

Kind of don't want to go.

His personality is also simple, with social phobia, and it seems to him that it is a hardship to be more sociable, and it is better to write down the daily tasks clearly on a piece of paper. Make a table, and draw a tick or circle when you complete one every day to indicate completion.

It doesn't work to cross it out, and it always feels like it will cause a sense of lack in life.

Makoto Matsuda is well aware of his character flaws.

Don't be overly friendly with people, but don't be bad with people either.

Keeping a normal impression of each other is the best way to avoid trouble.

But this afternoon's work was almost over, and he glanced at the time, and it was almost over.

Matsuda put on a thick padded jacket that his mother had sent him from Hokkaido, and he had a few notes from his younger siblings stuffed in his pocket, all of which were urging him to quickly become a popular voice actor for the special effects and anime dubbing they liked, and now it looks like this goal may be halfway done.

"Matsuda, go back so early?" Sitting on the back door steps smoking a cigarette, the sentimental store manager asked with a glance.

"Hmm." He nodded.

"Girlfriend going to see fireworks?" The store manager tentatively.

"It's just a company team building."

"That's right...... Then I'm relieved. He said happily, "I almost thought that the stuffy gourd would get off the list before me this year." ”

"Thanks, I'll try my best." Matsuda replied with a serious face.

"Don't poke me in the heart at this time."

He shook his head, took out a stack of banknotes from his thick wallet and handed it to Matsuda's hand, "If it's five hours today, it's seven thousand five hundred yen." ”

It's just half of Matsuda's sincere dubbing for an episode.,But dubbing isn't every day.,In the end, the season is a three-month short-term job.,After the animation recording cycle.,And have to find an announcement.,It's not more secure than this.。

Matsuda was able to sustain his life in Tokyo because of his ability to seize his free time and work part-time.

I said goodbye to my part-time workers at the store, re-stuffed the animation script into a thick cold-proof cotton suit, and put on a fluff hat from Hokkaido, so that my body could be considered warm.

Fortunately, it didn't snow today, and the umbrella he brought with him didn't work, so Matsuda Matsuda slowly walked out of the store.

Hey?

"That person is so familiar......

Mr. Chihara caught a glimpse of some bloated passers-by, and he always felt familiar.

"What are you looking at?" Zhuda Caimeow pulled up the hem of his clothes and kicked him diagonally.

It's still clogs, and it hurts.

Mr. Chihara rubbed the soft flesh of his ass and gasped, squinting at her smug expression.

"You probably won't do it today, will you?" Zhuda Caimeow reminded him of the rented clothes on his body.

"No, this time it's really on the account, you asked for my food today." Mr. Chihara stared viciously at his high-income senior sister.

Two hands pinched her face.