"Charm, you know, you just need to come up and show your charm in the clothes I designed, okay?"

Backstage on the catwalk stage, designer Miyamoto passerby Koko told a group of models.

"Hello, you're Izawa-kun who appeared in Yakuza magazine last time." In the crowd, a young man dressed as a samurai looked at Izawa with subtle eyes, "The gold lord behind you is very powerful, and the cover of Extreme Road Magazine is not something that ordinary people can wear." ”

Ize: "? ”

Is he finally going to see the darkness of the entertainment industry?

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he won't look down on people. Be careful, though. Behind him, a young girl smacked the young man dressed as a samurai, and then looked at Izawa with some pity.

"Someone in the circle has taken a fancy to you, that magazine is so handsome."

“？”

Izawa was confused, but didn't take it seriously.

·

After successfully walking around the whole process as a clothes display stand, Izawa successfully completed the task.

Just when he thought it was all over and he could leave the place, the agent Toyoda took advantage of the crowd to touch in.

"Hurry up, go over there and take a turn, I've inquired about the second generation of the consortium over there, you go and play a face." Toyota pushed Izawa in one direction.

Confused Ize: "Why are you brushing your face?" ”

Toyota knocked on Izawa's head, "You are stupid, there are a few people there who are going to take over their own company, so the more likely they are to find a spokesperson for the company's products?" ”

“··· That's the reason. Izawa nodded.

·

The brightly lit halls are filled with delicate but not necessarily delicious desserts on the tables, and everyone is greeting each other with a perfect smile on their faces and holding champagne.

Izawa, who was arranged by Toyota in the corner, munched on the cake.

"Hehe, what are you doing hiding in the corner?" A man dressed in greasy clothes slowly approached Izawa.

Not far away, two girls who were communicating with champagne discovered everything.

Woman in a limited-edition dress: "Oh no, Anmei, should we help?" ”

"Ayako, don't be too naïve, he'll be happy if you can't." The strong woman grabbed the woman next to her.

She hooked her chin and motioned for Ayako to look forward.

I saw Izawa slap the greasy man's hands away, but still followed the greasy man away.

The strong woman smiled and took a sip of champagne.

·

In the bathroom, the greasy man laughed promisingly.

Izawa took a standing sign under repair from the side and placed it in the doorway, "It's just me and you now." ”

"Hey, hey, right~"

Izawa took out a mop from the side and sneered, "You call it, no one will save you if you cut your throat." ”

In the frightened eyes of the greasy man, Izawa took the mop and began to beat.

Lucky with Gin, Izawa is now very proficient in beating techniques.

It can already be done - although it is a minor injury on the outside, the pain is no less than a serious injury.

·

On the other side, Ayako, who was still a little worried, said goodbye to Anmei and took her male friend and embarked on the road to find Izawa.

"Ayako, are we really coming to this place, it's scary!" Listening to the whining sound coming from the empty aisle, the male friend who had just been the first in the world but was afraid of ghosts Ayako's male friend quit.

The righteous Ayako Shi refused, "No, if you don't encounter this kind of thing, you can treat it as if it didn't happen, but if you do, you must stop it."

This is my philosophy of Ayako Suzuki! ”

The two of them finally rubbed against the door of the men's toilet, and the bold Ayako took a deep breath and kicked open the door of the face toilet.

Then they found the greasy man whose head had been pressed into the toilet.

"The development seems to be different from what I thought." Ayako touched her male friend.

Her male friend also nodded, "Then let's leave?" ”

Ayako looked at the greasy man whose head was still in the toilet bowl and still didn't have the courage to pull his head out, "Let's go, call the hall in a moment and ask them to pick people up." ”

"Don't worry, leave it to me, I'll handle it perfectly." The male friend nodded, patted his chest and said confidently.

·

"Tennessee, don't worry, my sister is the most disgusted with this kind of person, don't worry, my sister will help you solve this matter. My sister will confiscate that person's tools for committing crimes. Belmode sweetly said something horrible on the phone.

Ize, who was in a pretended to be depressed: "Then please ask Sister Belmode." ”

"By the way, I'll wait for Gin's call, he's just been drinking with me."

Actually, Izawa, who didn't really want Gin to know: "I know that Sister Belmode is big." ”

I always feel that Gin will be in trouble if he knows about it.

If it weren't for the fact that Belmode was the boss of the liquor culture office, he wouldn't even want to tell Belmode.

Izawa felt that the best person to deal with this matter was his dear real boss, Toru Amuro.

But since Belmode took it, there is no need to bother Amuro, but it is better to make a phone call later.

Suzu –

It's Gin's phone.

"I heard you've been harassed." It's Izawa's familiar gin sound.

"Yes, but I beat people up, and Sister Belmode has decided to take over."

Izawa felt that this matter should not be mixed with gin, if it weren't for the fact that there would be a villa in Tokyo in a few days, and the family in the villa would be blown up to the sky.

In contrast, Belmode's approach should be gentler.

"Come back, and wait for Belmode to finish you before you get to work on her side."

"Okay, Brother Gin. Speaking of which, do you know that I'm in the entertainment industry right now? ”

Gin, who was slightly grumpy, began to taunt: "Heh, do you think I'm blind? Such a big advertisement is something that everyone can see. ”

Maybe it was because it was just a phone call, but Izawa was bold: "However, I remember that the advertisement was only on the street of the airport, and the cover of my magazine was also the cover of a women's magazine." ”

“··· Long-winded. ”

The call was quickly hung up.

Ize, holding up the phone, laughed.

He suddenly had an idea in his heart: if only the gin was fake.