The weather in Japan is unpredictable, and even though the Meteorological Bureau works diligently to broadcast it, forecasts are not 100% accurate.

Walking out of the rest room, the building was overcast, and thin raindrops flowed down the eaves, dripping on the dry and thin branches.

Looking out the window, the sidewalks are silently covered with a veil of mist, and the narrow puddles reflect the reflection of the city street. Pedestrians with newspapers, books or shirts covering their heads trotting past the raindrops, splashing a little along the way, reminding people of the unpleasantness of cars speeding past them every time it rains.

If you stay in Tokyo for a long time, you will find that the rain here always comes and goes suddenly, like a depressed and uncertain New Year's sister when you meet relatives.

Therefore, there are convenience stores selling transparent umbrellas on the streets and alleys, which are cheap and lightweight. The transparent umbrella surface can reduce the skirmishes of the umbrella side collision and raindrops splashing for passers-by, and does not cause trouble to others, which can be regarded as a microcosm of the unspoken rules of interpersonal communication here.

I didn't bring an umbrella when I went out today, so Kaizi, who was likely to be slaughtered later, felt sad for her wallet.

In winter, it's so cold in Tokyo when it rains.

Two coins were drained from his wallet and stuffed into the vending machine, warming a can of coffee and a bottle of iced Coke, waiting for the gimmicky goblin merchant to pull the goods out of his small box.

Then I waited for a long time and didn't come out.

It is estimated that he stood with his mobile phone for about ten minutes, and just came back to his senses after brushing the ship C in his hand.

Bent down and looked down, sure enough, it was the same as a certain video of the black brothers, firmly stuck inside, one horizontal and one vertical bar at the bottom.

People are unlucky to drink cold water and haven't heard of stuffed teeth, at most they choke their throats, and now they can still get stuck when they buy a drink?

But it seems that it is not appropriate to put your hand in and fish, and maybe even the headline tomorrow will be "Tokyo beautiful boy was saved by firefighters, grateful, rush to make a pennant and give it away".

But the problem is that the money has already been paid, and the goods have not yet come out, what about the administrator? Can you save it?

"Are you in trouble?"

The voice of the girl waiting in line behind her was very low, cautious, lest it cause the other party's displeasure.

"Pretty much." Chihara is still thinking about whether it will be possible to fish it by hand.

"This machine is always ...... like this"

The girl shook her head and handed the book and documents in her hand to the boy, and Chihara was stunned, took it in her hand, and held it in her arms with Nobunaga's delicately packaged "Fate/Zero".

The girl raised her hand and stretched her arm, moved her body, and then took a deep breath, raised her foot, and the Tokiwadai woman kicked gorgeously, and the side kick to the metal case on the side of the vending machine.

framed twice, and even the milk tea she had just ordered fell down together.

Oh, it turns out that there is such a way in the world.

Mr. Chihara was amazed, originally thought it was just an exaggerated expression in the anime, but is it really feasible?

The shipment work was done by the girl next to her, and Mr. Chihara naturally picked up the goods.

A bottle of Four Seasons Spring Tea should have been ordered by her.

A can of Coke with water droplets on the outer wall, this is Chihara's.

A bottle of peanut butter flavored coffee, which was prepared for Nobunaga.

"Give."

"Thank you."

Along with the documents and books in his hand, Chihara bowed his head and thanked him for his kindness of 100 yen.

"You're welcome, it's not a big deal." The girl smiled dignifiedly, "I have often encountered this situation when I have come to this building before, this machine has been used for a long time, and there is a great possibility of failure." ”

Come to this building?

Mr. Chihara suddenly became a little excited.

He bit his lip and muttered again with anticipation and etiquette:

"Are you also the voice actor who came to record?"

"It's not."

Desperate answer.

The girl shook her head, and added a few words by the way, "I'm just here to be an announcer, and the company only arranges this work for the time being." ”

"It's my dream to be a voice actor, and I can occasionally play in radio dramas, but depending on the route arranged by the company, I may not be able to realize my dream of dubbing anime characters in my life......"

The girl's pure and delicate face is as pure as her first love, revealing a trace of helplessness and regret.

"Don't give up on your dreams!" Chihara clenched her fists and cheered her on.

"After all, the voice actor is the same behind-the-scenes worker, and ...... same thing"

"Do you want to try to make a change and go to the set to submit your resume?"

I think that when he was messing around, he really printed a resume from the program team and sent it over, anyway, he put that handsome photo on the table, and anyone who saw it could only let out a sigh, and couldn't help but leave it as an alternative to be included in the list of audition candidates.

Presumably, such a beautiful peerless beauty who can almost be compared to herself must be able to do it!

"Let's talk about it......"

The girl seemed to be a little unaccustomed to being so enthusiastic when she first met, and looked at him quite strangely, "The program team may not be able to wait, I should also go upstairs." ”

After she finished speaking, she was about to step away, and the back, like a girl with a budding spring heart, was afraid of being understood by the boy she liked, and she couldn't let go of a few requests, and looked back from time to time.

"Coincidentally, I'm also in the elevator." Chihara took a few big strides, ran into the elevator at the speed of light, and showed the warmest smile in his life, "What floor are you?" It just so happens that I'm fine, so I'll send it to you. ”

The light here was dim, like a veil of mist, only the green indicator light flickered, and even then, he could faintly see the rosy on the girl's face.

"Oh...... I just remembered that the broadcast studio was on the first floor, and I was confused. The girl patted her head, very cute, and hurried out of the elevator.

Oh, even the forgetfulness is so charming.

Just why take the direction of the stairs?

The phone is also still on.

……

Damn it!

What kind of dung club, even a girl is unwilling to achieve such a sincere dream?

I want to work with such beautiful girls! Imagine one day, I am talking the hero's lines on the microphone, and she is reading the heroine's confession on the other end, what kind of beauty will it be?

A handsome and charming Tokyo pool noodle.

Cute and shy young beauty.

Just going downstairs to buy a drink encounters a sudden encounter in fate, without warning, caught off guard, a subtle sense of distance, an ambiguous relationship across identity and age, from friends to lovers.

But since she's an announcer and I'm a voice actor, there's a sadly thick barrier between us, and she can't step this end, but Mr. Chihara can go there.

It's time to cross over!

[Mr. Chihara: I'm going to make my debut announcer! ] GKD！ Tomorrow、No, I'm going to make my debut this afternoon! Arrange it for me! 】

[Single old man:?] 】

[Single old man: The people next door are all announcers rushing to voice actors, why do you want to be an announcer who earns less money than now? ] I suspect it's a distress signal......]

[Mr. Chihara: Don't talk nonsense, what do you want to eat next time, send me the menu by email, and I'll make it all for you.] 】

Useless stuff!

Mr. Chihara turned off the screen of his phone and put it in his pocket, and sat back on the stool full of worry.

"You bought this thing on a trip?"

Shimada Nobunaga took a sip of peanut butter coffee and said with a bitter face.

"In order to celebrate your goodness, the contemptible people bought it for a treat, be content." Chihara snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, okay, for the sake of not spending money, you can barely drink it." Nobunaga frowned, pinched his nose and tried again.

It's still hard to drink.

"But I haven't finished it yet, at most it's called fake death once." He smiled smugly, "There are still a lot of episodes that show their faces later." ”

"Really? I don't believe it. Mr. Chihara was skeptical, "If you don't come out of the king's banquet and be killed indiscriminately, how can there be other scenes." ”

"Hey, what's there to lie to you, I'm a senior moon chef with a good back, just point it out to you......"

Saying that he was about to take over the original FZ novel he brought from the boy's arms.

It's just that as soon as I touched it, I found that something seemed wrong with the touch.

It's a little unfamiliar, how did the leather layer that I made by myself become a cheap pure wood paper shell?

Don't think about it, maybe it's the illusion of staying in the air conditioner for too long.

He trembled, licked his lips, looked down slowly, and then almost went into cardiac arrest the moment he saw something clearly, and if there was a heartbeat line to show it, it must be a flat horse.

Shimada Nobunaga's face turned pale for a moment, and his face was bloodless.

"! How did my 300 limited edition Gen Xubu autographed novels become Harry Potter!? ”

The mournful roar of the moon fever resounded throughout the building.