Tokyo night, Kushima Izakaya.

Hot steam wafted out of the small kitchen window and warmly pounced on Kimura's white cheeks.

The fine bangs on his forehead were wet with sweat and hung listlessly on the dark blue bowl with the "Kushima" logo, and the sweat dripped down the bright and capable jawline of the young man.

Hayabusa Kimura pinched the pen in his hand and signed his name very carefully on the sign-off form hanging on the wall.

"Getting ready to get off work, Hayabusa."

A low and tired voice sounded from the side, and the boss of Jiudao, with a white towel around his neck, opened the curtain of the back kitchen door and walked out.

"I'll leave right away."

After checking that the signatures on the form were correct, Hayata Kimura put down the pen in his hand and turned to look at the boss of Kushima.

As soon as he turned around, a glass full of shochu was handed to him, and he stuffed it into Kimura's hand without saying a word.

"Eh, Mr. Kushima, what is this?"

"Soju, if you're done for a day, you still have to have a drink to call it alive!"

The owner of Kyushima had a hearty smile on his face, and he was also holding a glass of shochu in his hand.

Before Hayabusa Kimura could say anything, the boss of Kushima held the wine glass to his lips with one hand and the other, and after a few "coo-dong" sounds, the wine glass full of shochu bottomed out.

The boss of Kushima smacked his lips in a hurry, and then thought of something, reached out and took out a few bills from his pocket and put them on the table behind him.

"I almost forgot, this is Hayabusa's reward today, and the soju is what I invited you."

Hayabusa Kimura stared at the banknotes on the table: "Thank you." ”

Mr. Kushima waved his hand, pinched the corner of the towel and wiped the sweat on his face, and walked towards the back kitchen.

"Okay, hurry up and get off work and go back to accompany your girlfriend."

Hayabusa Kimura looked at the wine glass in his hand, his Adam's apple stirred, and he raised the shochu in the cup and drank it down.

He took off the belt on his forehead and the apron around his waist, pocketed the bills on the table, and left the izakaya.

The dim light on the side of the road shone on Hayabusa Kimura's body, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin, and a refreshing night breeze rushed towards him, which suddenly made him sober up a little.

I have fully adapted to the current part-time life, and too, this life has been repeated for four years.

Four years ago, Hayata Kimura traveled to this world and became a student in the directing department of the Sai Mi Art University.

Studying in a place like Tokyo, where land is at a premium, forced Hayatota Kimura to find time to work a few more jobs every day to meet his daily expenses.

He also thought about learning from other traversers in the past and doing something like other traversers, but the reality is that it is really not a simple thing to think about fire.

At least Hayaya Kimura tried, facing the live broadcast room that was still in the single digits for two hours, and there were rejection emails that hit walls everywhere in the submission.

If he tosses a few more times, he may really starve himself to death, who made him a penniless start in this world.

The only thing that is lucky is that he talked about a very cute Tokyo girlfriend in his four years of college.

I just don't know if I'm still my girlfriend.

Kimura Hayabusa sighed too long and rubbed his fluffy and messy hair with his palm: "It shouldn't be forgotten, right?" ”

Since his girlfriend was discovered by the entertainment agency scout, it didn't take long for him to make his debut in Tokyo, and since then, the two have begun to see each other less and more apart.

I heard that although my girlfriend is a fledgling in the entertainment industry, she quickly has a large number of fans, and if nothing else, it is only a matter of time before the whole neon becomes popular in the future.

And as the artist's girlfriend becomes more and more popular, the frequency of contact between the two is becoming less and less, and it has been since the last time they sent a message......

Hayabusa Kimura took out his phone and opened Line's top chat position, where the name of [Tomorrow's Smoke] lay quietly.

Tap your finger on the screen to open the chat box and flip to the time of the last chat.

"It was two months ago."

Kimura Hayabusa is too crying and laughing, as a pair of lovers, is it too outrageous to have no contact for two months.

But the two really didn't say anything like "breaking up" clearly, but their current state doesn't look like lovers no matter what!

Hayabusa Kimura frowned, holding the phone in both hands, his fingers wandering hesitantly above the screen.

Do you want to send a message to try? As long as the other side replies, you will know the current relationship between the two.

However, he can probably guess the ending of the two.

A rising star in the entertainment industry, and a work-study young man who has to rely on part-time work to barely make a living...... It's really too bad!

The firm should not allow its artists to maintain such a relationship, and the breakup may really be just a matter of words.

The bright light on the phone screen shone on Hayabusa Kimura's face, and he finally gave up editing the information.

If you want to divide it anyway, let's wait for the other side to say it first, what if everything is just nonsense in your heart?

Although Hayabusa knows that this is most likely not nonsense.

……

Back at the rental apartment, Hayabusa Kimura climbed the stairs and walked out of the stairwell.

The apartment building is a bit old, and the light bulbs on and off on some floors of the stairwell make it look particularly creepy.

Hayabusa Kimura swerved towards his room, and suddenly a pair of slender, white, rounded calves appeared in his vision, wearing black socks, and a pair of cute and small loafers on his feet.

Well? Someone?

Kimura looked up in surprise, but saw a girl in a snow-white waist-cinching dress standing in front of the house next to him.

A jet-black and silky green silk is tied into an intellectual and mature Japanese-style textured low-cut hair, and the hair is gathered to reveal a slender snow-white delicate neck, and the small and delicate facial features are like delicate dolls.

The fluffy and messy hair on the forehead, the cold look and the girl's eyes that seem to be watery, exude a fresh and bright beauty.

"Smoked?" Hayabusa Kimura recognized the girl in front of him at a glance and said in surprise.

"Hayabusa-chan!"

Asuchi's beautiful eyes curled up into two lovely crescents, and her long eyelashes glowed softly in the shimmer.

Hayabusa Kimura looked at the cute and touching girl in front of her with some unreality, and her quiet heart began to become hot, but she soon returned to calm.

The two-month separation made him unable to find a common topic between the two, and the speculation about the current relationship between the two on the road made him not know what kind of identity to use to talk to Tomorrow Smoke.

In silence, he took the key from his pocket and opened the door.

"Come in."

Tomorrow nodded obediently, followed Hayaya Kimura into the house, took off the loafers on his feet, and a pair of delicate little feet were exposed.

She placed her loafers and Hayabusa's shoes together, carefully arranging them neatly.

After doing this, Tomorrow smoked Fang got up and left the entrance with satisfaction.

Hayabusa Kimura was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a light smile on his face, and watched Asuki walk to the side and sit down slowly.

A faint fragrance of jasmine wafted in, making Kimura Hayabusa a little dazzling.

"How's it going?" Hayabusa Kimura was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

Tomorrow's white and tender fingers brought the strands of hair hanging from his ears behind his ears, and his eyes flickered as he looked at Hayabusa Kimura:

"Not bad. What about Hayabusa-chan? ”

Hayabusa Kimura scratched his head: "It's the same as before, it's not good or bad." ”

"Hmm."

Tomorrow nodded, propping his hands on the sofa behind him.

The atmosphere once again fell into an awkward silence, and the two sat quietly in the bright living room.

Just when Hayabusa Kimura was racking his brains to say something, Asuka was the first to speak.

"Now, Hayabusa-chan, the office won't let me continue to fall in love with you."