The backstage dressing room of the idol event is a place that symbolizes dreams.

For ordinary fans who are invited to go there for no reason, it is like Chang'an Caomin entering Taiji Palace, London Mangfu entering Buckingham Palace, Paris Diao Min entering Versailles, Dong Taishi entering Luoyang, and Lao BJ entering Zhongnan...... Ahem, I won't mention this much.

In short, there is a kind of uneasiness and delusion of seeing the saints of today.

But it is clear that Mr. Chihara, despite his handsome and charming smile, his smile and his soft facial features, make him a little too difficult for him compared to Khan, Queen Victoria, and Louis XVI.

So he could only sit nervously at the door of the backstage of the event, looking forward to it.

It wasn't until the staff called to confirm that it was indeed a family member, and there was a faint sentence of "Per fa~vore" inside.

It turned out to be Italian, and the tone was magnetic and elegant, which made people reverie.

People can't help but sigh: it is worthy of Consortium B! So easily did something that other Japanese factories couldn't do!

When the door was opened, the boy inadvertently stopped.

A particularly long corridor with no eye on the edge makes it easy to understand why the entire event venue is so big.

The walls are heavily painted burgundy, the dark brown strips and planks divide the space in an atmospheric manner, the carpet is spread out on the solid wood floor, and the patterns on the blankets are obscure, which should be Rococo style, since the floral deformations that are its representative elements are quite numerous.

Even the windows on both sides for ventilation are covered with curtains, and there are only a few warm lamps with very low illumination, and the view is dim.

Atmospheric!

Ahead, not far from the dim light, a figure turned his back to him, and with one hand open the curtain and looking out the window, a sword-like ray of sunlight shone in, and the dazzling imprint was imprinted in the dark aisle.

Although his back looked a little shorter, it inexplicably had the momentum of a hungry wolf.

Chihara had just stepped backstage, and he was shocked by the aura of being a little behind the scenes. After swallowing his saliva, he barely mustered up the courage to approach, and a pair of cheap old Shanghai Li Ning canvas shoes could not make a sound on the plush blanket.

"You're here."

The deep baritro voice sounded, and Yuma Uchida whispered, retracting the hand that had pulled the curtain and turning, the only bright sunlight being cut off.

At a glance, the young man who turned back was dressed from head to toe in a specially made black suit, the luxurious clothes lined him with extremely heroic, his left hand carried a pocket watch specially used to record the moment, and a bouquet of red roses pinned to his left chest, black and white, the scarlet was so bright and eye-catching.

The hair is combed back, and the hairstyle that was still a little messy when he came has been well styled, and with the pair of gold wire flat glasses exclusive to Sven scum, he knows at a glance that he is a yuppie-style domineering president role.

Yuma Uchida sat down slowly, gently flicking the lid of his pocket watch, making a crisp snapping sound, and in the low-visibility room, his eyes became blurry and gray and could not see clearly, and the shadows seemed to have become his servants.

"You're late." He said again.

Chihara knew that he was complaining that he was coming too slowly, but seeing that he was acting as a godfather, this simple line seemed to have magic.

It seems that Mr. Chihara, who is the protagonist, failed to make it to the decisive battle, and the heroine of the movie has been brutally killed, and the villain and the protagonist are engaged in the final confrontation, and then the two will use the American Juanai to pull out the revolver, and the two will fight each other at the best distance.

Then, at the moment of firing, the flames of the guns scorched the dark corridor, reflecting the grief-stricken side face of the teenager and the unmerciful cold face of the villain, and then there would be white doves from nowhere to stir their wings and hover over their heads, preferably with some arias.

After all, if you want to win the award, you probably have to come to such a scene......

Yuma Uchida stretched out his hand and gracefully took out a lollipop from his breast pocket that he had bought at the convenience store at the door.

"Produced by Alps, it is 3.9 inches long, weighs 2 grams, and contains no more than 10 ......calories," says Mr. Uchida, who introduced it in a flat tone, "Since its introduction in 2001, it has become a must-have snack for presidents and diplomatic envoys around the world." ”

He sniffed lightly and let out a sultry exclamation.

"This fruit is creamy, delicate and smooth, creamy, mellow smell, and specially added with juice...... It is where the soul lies, and 50% of the taste of the treasure depends on it. ”

"What's more, I've been doing cartoon linkage recently, and the outer packaging of each candy may be a beautiful girl,"

Carefully peeling off the sugar coating, he took it lightly, with a spring breeze and a smile on his face, and then quietly turned sideways to open a little shimmer of the curtain, and watched the appearance of the paper on the candy paper in his hand through the little light.

The sunlight outside the window lit up his slightly fat face, and after a few seconds, it went out again, and Yuma Uchida disappeared into the shadows again, leaving only a disgusting stench in the air.

Chihara was speechless.

Big brother, do you want to collect just a piece of candy paper?

Chihara looked left and right, fumbled around the wall, and found a switch with his fingers.

Click, the headlights on the ceiling are shining, illuminating the corridor full of literary gangster films into an ordinary event backstage, and also illuminating a certain Uchida's younger brother who is obsessed with expressions.

"No, don't, turn off the lights!" Yuma Uchida was panicked and said repeatedly, "It's so bright that it's not forced!" The low lighting style is a careful imitation of the "Godfather" photographer Gordon. Willis's genius conception! You know how hard it took me to create that vibe! ”

“……”

"Hurry up, hurry up! Closed! ”

Chihara had no choice but to close, and the room suddenly fell into deep darkness again.

Yuma Uchida suppressed his voice and re-became the emperor of the underworld, the dictatorial tyrant of the dark society, and the incomparable dark beauty man.

"You're late......" he said softly, regaining his emotions.

So Chihara turned on the light again.

"Hey ——!"

Uchida Yuma's eyes widened, and he stretched out his finger again and again to point dissatisfiedly, repeating "you, you, you" in protest in his mouth, his face turned crimson, and his smug hairstyle drooped down together.

Chihara suddenly couldn't bear to interrupt the little brother's cosplay, so she chose to turn off the lights again.

Returning to the darkness, he could clearly see that the shadow of Brother Uchida was trying to follow his breath, and he took a bite of the lollipop before he eased up.

He Shi Shiran sat on the bench next to him and lifted Erlang's legs, and the pressure of the people was exuding head-on, this posture was quite like a vampire with blonde hair and big breasts who would also "wryyy" and scream.

"Sit down, Chihara Oliba." He said quietly, though Mr. Chihara didn't quite understand why he was saying the name of a boneless chicken.

“……”

"By the way, why not add some music first? That way our conversation can be more interesting, hum. The end of Uchida's words was very sassy.

He continued, "Besides, the windows are closed, and the air is not smooth, right? It doesn't seem appropriate for a sick seedling like you......"

Fortunately, this guy has a little conscience, taking into account the common cold that Mr. Chihara was infected by a certain senior a few days ago......

The boy let out a long breath, then fumbled his way open the curtains and pushed the window open.

"It's just a pity that I've created an atmosphere to pretend to be forced...... "Yuma Uchida whispered abruptly from his seat.

But the cheerful music from outside immediately silenced them.

【お願い! シンデレラ】

【夢は夢で終われない】

【動き始めてる輝く日のために】

The corners of Chihara's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

The rhythm is bright, the lyrics are sweet, and the girls who sing are also very sunny, so that people can imagine that scene when they close their eyes, beautiful girls wearing uniform dresses and leather boots are shuttling through the stage lights on the stage, the corners of their skirts are flying, the green silk is swaying, and the white and tender legs make people's blood swell.

They were projecting heart-pounding smiles and affectionate eyes into the conference hall.

As if to verify what he thought.

Outside the window, there were also bursts of shouting from the audience.

Even the wota action in broad daylight is particularly obvious.

Anyway, Mr. Chihara, who has only three levels of power and a slight social phobia, can't accept this kind of scene at all!

But it's still okay to look at the legs......

And I don't know when, I saw one of the girls who was the lead singer suddenly looking in his direction with bright eyes.

Seeing Mr. Chihara staring straight at the stage, the girl jumped a few points higher in excitement, and her movements became more neat and exaggerated.

In a sense, Mr. Chihara shouldn't have come to see the excitement today......

In addition, the very shy girl of the Uchida family next to her also instantly widened her eyes, and looked at the person holding up the camera on the other end of the year and panicked again.

……

Successfully recorded the beautiful moment of the beautiful girl, Chihara closed the curtains very intimately.

He sat directly across from Yuma, holding his hands.

There was some silence at one point.

The blurred figure in the black shadow held a white pole in his mouth, and the mist exhaled was faintly curling, surrounding him with the darkness, the red rose on his left chest looked bright as blood in the faint light, and his sitting posture was also calm and powerful, as if sitting on the high platform of the execution ground for 10,000 people, like a bully staring indifferently at the inner world of life.

The style outside the window blows the curtain door vigorously, and the fluttering sound adds a bit of solemnity to the whole scene before the decisive battle.

In addition to the delicate and cute singing voices of the Japanese beautiful girl idol group...... Elsewhere, absolutely blameless!

Such a beautiful melody that even Mr. Chihara unconsciously hummed along.

In addition, outside the window, there was a burst of passionate male "Oh! Oh! Oh! The voice of support.

Chihara could feel that the person opposite was collapsing, and the corners of his mouth with candy twitched slightly.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't hum Nesan's song, it's so embarrassing!" Finally, Yuma Uchida held a lollipop in his mouth and folded his hands, begging him to stop torturing himself.

"Close the windows too! I really can't stand it when I hear it. ”