"Good, great, change your position."

The cameraman holds up his camera, and Izawa across from him is scratching his head with the other models.

No one noticed that Ize, who was on the other side of the camera, was wandering.

[How did things come to this?] ]

"Good, change your position."

Izawa listened to the photographer again and changed his pose.

[Obviously yesterday I was wearing black clothes and doing gangsters with Gin, but today I was actually filming an advertisement?] ]

"Pretty, give me another pose."

Irawa, who was a little confused now, obediently changed poses with the other models.

I don't know how long it took to shoot, the videographer looked at the camera in his hand and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, call it a day." ”

With the photographer's order, the models instantly began to disband in place.

Izawa's agent, Jiro Toyoda, also greeted him like a parent who saw his child get out of school, and fanned Izawa with a small fan, "Izawa-kun, come on, there will be a field to catch up in a while." ”

Izawa, who didn't expect to shoot at all: "Huh? Anything else? ”

After letting Izawa change his clothes, Jiro Toyoda patiently explained: "Izawa-kun, you are still very famous in the small circle, so some small magazines love to invite us, but after all, the small circle is a small circle, and Izawa-kun still has to go to some big magazines to brush up his fame." ”

"I don't really want fame."

Toyoda Jiro shook his head, "No, Izawa-kun, this thing is not something you can do without if you don't want it." ”

“······”

"Don't make a fuss, some people can't get into these magazines if they want to."

·

Soon, they finished filming at the next location and came to the last place - a banquet.

When he learned that it was a banquet, Izawa waited for Toyota to explain for a long time with a stinky face.

But Toyota, who was happy that he could also participate in this kind of banquet, didn't care, just took him as a pose.

Izawa, who had endured it for a long time, finally spoke before they stepped into the banquet, "What does this banquet mean?" ”

Toyota, who forgot with pure joy: "Sorry, I forgot to say?" It was invited by Ms. Wynyard. ”

Belmode?

What is she doing with this?

Walking into this banquet, Izawa was dazzled by the wealth here, listening to Toyota's introduction just now, everything in this banquet was purchased by Belmode.

[Belmode is really rich.] ]

Izawa sighed.

The banquet is nothing more than eating and drinking, of course, this eating and drinking is only for Izawa, most of the people start talking to each other with a champagne.

Just after Izawa turned his back to Toyota and swallowed the small cake that Izawa said was made by a famous store, a girl patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, did you attend that so-and-so party last time?" ”

Izawa reflected on that experience and nodded, "Yes. ”

"You're doing a great job! I mean you put that person's head down the toilet. ”

“··· I didn't do it. ”

The girl blinked, "Don't worry, I know, you didn't do that." My name is Ayako, let's make a friend! ”

Although I didn't know what Ayako was going to do, Izawa still reported her name, "My name is Rin Izawa." ”

·

Just as Izawa and Ayako were eating and drinking together at the banquet, Gin, who had investigated Izawa's information from Belmode, was really in a very good mood.

"What, you're going to kill it directly?"

“······”

"Ah, I'm soft-hearted, I don't want you, Gin."

"Shut up."

"It's just that I've been mixed up with the Yakuza Society in Japan, and it's not a big deal."

Gin gritted his teeth with a gloomy face, "I say, shut up, Belmode." ”

Belmode didn't seem to be afraid of the gun in Gin's hand, "You found out about his appearance and picked it out in the base yourself." ”

Gin sneered, calmly looked at Belmode, who seemed to be watching a play, and said coldly: "Although it was true that they were chosen by looking at their looks at the beginning, I didn't treat them as a person again." ”

After saying that, he put away his gun and sat up from the bar, "Matsumoto was buried by my own hands." ”

"Okay, I'm leaving, the banquet is over in twenty minutes, and I, the host, have to leak my face." Belmode smiled.

Finally she glanced at the gin, which was actually smoking, "That gentleman said that Tennessee's disposition is up to you." ”