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There is a resting place in the park not far from the nightclub. After Nakamura Masahiro and Miyakoshi Aimi came out, they strolled there casually.

"Sit here for a while and take a rest..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nakamura Masahiro suddenly covered his mouth as if coughing, and then he suddenly rushed to a trash can, lay down on it and vomited.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Seeing Nakamura Masahiro's vomiting appearance, Miyakoshi Aimi couldn't help but asked with concern: "Are you okay..."

Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but vomited twice more. He felt the special feeling and even shed tears uncontrollably.

Waving his outstretched palm, Nakamura Masahiro indicated that he was fine, but his slightly pale face still showed that he was not in a good state.

"Wait for me..."

After Miyakoshi Aimei finished speaking, she hurriedly ran into a convenience store in the distance. After a while, she ran back with a paper cup, and the boiling water in the cup was still steaming.

"Drink some hot water, it will make you feel better."

"Thanks...."

With a vague polite word, Nakamura Masahiro took the paper cup, raised his head and took a sip. A heart-warming feeling filled his heart, and he suddenly felt much better.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Nakamura Masahiro moved to sit on the chair next to him, then picked up the paper cup and took a sip, then he looked at Miyagoshi Aimi.

"You look a lot like a friend of mine..."

"I look like one of your friends?"

Hearing Nakamura Masahiro's words, Miyakoshi Aimi's heart moved. She said calmly: "When men coax girls, do they always use such clumsy words?"

"You don't believe it?"

Nakamura Masahiro raised his eyes and looked at the gorgeous girl in front of him. He studied her carefully for a while and then came to a conclusion.

"Uh...the temperaments are quite different, maybe somewhat similar."

The facial features of Miyazuki Aimei in my memory are somewhat similar to those of the girl in front of me, but Miyazoshi Aimei's eyes are slightly smaller, and her overall temperament is not so mature and charming.

If Miyagoshi Aimi in memory is a pure and immature lotus, then the girl in front of her is a swaying rose, dangerous and alluring.

"How's that friend of yours?"

As if she was interested, the girl leaned forward and asked pretending to be curious: "Since you remember her, you must be familiar with her, right?"

"Uh... that's right."

His eyes were looking at the sky in front of him without focusing. The gray sky seemed to be covered with a veil. Many scenes flashed through Nakamura Masahiro's mind like a revolving lantern.

"However, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Since we are familiar friends, why haven't we seen each other for a long time?"

The girl stared at Nakamura Masahiro like a curious baby, and asked with a puzzled face: "Shouldn't familiar friends meet more often?"

Faced with this question, Nakamura Masahiro was speechless for a moment. He looked at the girl who was full of curiosity and turned his head to avoid her sight.

"Familiar friends will also become strange friends..."

In a low tone, as if he was talking about something unrelated, Nakamura Masahiro replied with a cold face: "Just like the textbooks you have read carefully, you may remember the general context, but do you still remember the specific details?

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"This is different..."

"What's different?"

Seeing the girl trying to defend herself, Nakamura Masahiro smiled and interrupted: "Essentially, they are all the same."

Seeing that Nakamura Masahiro's expression was very serious, she couldn't help but give up the idea of ​​arguing, and her originally calm expression became sad.

"Is there a possibility that your friend is actually..."

"It's impossible, don't mention it."

Raising his hand to stop the girl from continuing, Nakamura Masahiro sighed sadly. He stood up and looked at the other person's rather similar face.

"The events of the past are like the water flowing in Xichuan, there is no possibility of flowing back."

He raised his hand and glanced at the time. It had been almost two hours since he left the nightclub. Nakamura Masahiro made a mental calculation and felt that it was almost time, so he turned around and left.

"Let's go, we can go back."

"Are you going back now?"

Miyakoshi Aimi looked at Nakamura Masahiro's back with some hesitation. She was actually already prepared for the follow-up of coming to accompany him for a drink.

Even akb48, which is at its peak, cannot avoid those dark unspoken rules. Can they stay clean in a small local office?

"What if?"

Looking back at the girl who was still in the same place, Nakamura Masahiro looked at her with interest and said jokingly: "Is it possible that you want something pleasant to happen?"

Nakamura Masahiro actually knew the consequences of this kind of nightclub entertainment, but he couldn't arouse any wanton interest.

In order to deal with Chairman Shuichi Tobita, it's okay to act casually, but if he really pulls up his pants and goes into battle, Nakamura Masahiro is not that impatient yet.

"I don't...."

She shook her head subconsciously. Although Miyagoshi Aimei was mentally prepared, she was actually very resistant to this kind of thing.

"Then let's go..."

Nakamura Masahiro grinned, no longer caring about the other party, and walked directly forward, and the figure soon walked out of the distance.

Miyakoshi Aimi hurriedly followed up with small steps, and then followed closely behind Nakamura Masahiro filled with worries.

Compared with the bustling Tokyo at night, Kanazawa is obviously much deserted. Although there are many vehicles passing by on the street at this point, there are not many pedestrians on both sides of the road.

Some of the scattered figures were also walking in a hurry, burying their heads and hurried on. Maybe they wanted to go home and rest early, right?

The dim yellow street lamps are like guards dedicated to their duties. The warm-toned light scatters around, trying its best to drive away the darkness and provide light to the pedestrians passing by.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The occasional breeze blows, just like a timid girl kissing her gently on the cheek and then quickly retreating, which is extremely comfortable.

"That, that..."

The sudden sound behind him attracted Nakamura Masahiro's attention. He turned his head and glanced, and saw that it was the girl in all her beauty.

"What's the matter? If anything happens, just tell me..."

"Can we go get something to eat?"

The girl pointed to the roof on the roadside in front of her and asked in a crisp tone: "I'm a little hungry."

Nakamura Masahiro looked in the direction of the other person's finger. It was a rooftop that was open for business. Under the curtains, the rising heat filled the air.

It was okay not to mention the word 'hungry', but when it was mentioned suddenly, he immediately felt a little bit.

Although he had eaten at a high-end restaurant before going to the nightclub, he usually didn't eat too much on social occasions. After so many hours, Nakamura Masahiro had almost digested it.

"Let's go, I happen to be a little hungry too..."

After saying hello to the girl, Nakamura Masahiro moved sideways and set his target on the rooftop on the roadside ahead.

At this time, there were many guests sitting on the terrace, and the space surrounded by curtains was not large. The small tables were placed next to each other, making it feel like it was full.

"What do you two want to eat?"

The owner of the restaurant was working hard in front of the stove at this time. He had to ensure that the diners' orders were prepared and served from time to time. He looked a little busy.

"You have some..."

There happened to be a table of customers paying their bills and leaving, and Nakamura Masahiro and the girl sat down at that table. He said casually as he sat down.

Although he felt a little hungry, Nakamura Masahiro just wanted to eat casually and didn't have much idea, so he gave up the ordering power to the other party.

"Oh well...."

After hesitating for a moment and looking at Nakamura Masahiro's slightly bored look, Miyakoshi Aimi took over the choice of ordering.

Roadside yatai are essentially street stall businesses, focusing on convenience and low prices. There are really not many varieties to choose from.

Miyakoshi Aimi casually ordered a few things to eat. The owner of the house was busy for a while and quickly delivered the things to the small table of the two of them.

"Please use it slowly. If you need it, you can call me at any time..."

The food on the table looked a little sloppy, and it couldn't compare with the exquisite presentation of the restaurant. Fortunately, the smell was quite attractive.

Nakamura Masahiro was not a pretentious person. He greeted the girl politely, then picked up the chopsticks and started using them.

Compared to Nakamura Masahiro's ease, Miyakoshi Aimi was somewhat reserved. She took her chopsticks and slowly picked up her food while eating.

The guests at the small table next door were chatting animatedly, and the slightly noisy conversation filled the surroundings, making the two of them feel as if they were in a vegetable market.

"I heard that the famous director Masahiro Nakamura is going back to Kanazawa to shoot a promotional commercial. I wonder what kind of work he will produce?"

"No way...I remember, isn't his movie "Model Student" still in theaters? Isn't he going to continue promoting it?"

"The popularity of the movie seems to have begun to cool down. Even if we continue to promote it, I'm afraid it won't have much effect."

"What kind of promotion is there? "Model Student" will soon exceed 10 billion in box office, setting a new box office record."

"If I remember correctly, "Model Student" seems to be an original live-action movie, right? If you count it this way, it seems to be the number one film in history..."

"You're afraid you've forgotten "芊る大朜朜线", right? It's the number one film in history, with 17.35 billion yen."

"What I'm talking about is originality! Do you understand originality..."Yunya Dazaha Line" is adapted from a TV series, which is different from "Model Student"."

"If you calculate it this way, it seems that "Model Student" can indeed be ranked first in film history..."

To Nakamura Masahiro's expectation, the topic of conversation next door actually involved him, which made him feel quite novel.

Although he knew that the movie "Model Student" was setting records at the box office, to what extent it was, Nakamura Masahiro was a little unclear.

Miyakoshi Aimi looked at Masahiro Nakamura, who looked calm in front of her, with a complicated expression. She felt that she was very close to him, but the distance was extremely far away.

If she had not been so stubborn about becoming an idol, she might have been able to share in the glory of Masahiro Nakamura, but now, everything has nothing to do with her.

Even now, she doesn't dare to reveal her identity to Nakamura Masahiro, because he is a high-ranking supervisor, and she is just a little idol in a local office.

The relationship that once allowed them to live together as equals has now become a world of difference. What separates them is not a gap, but an invisible abyss of isolation.

Thinking of this, Miyagoshi Aimei suddenly felt a feeling of regret in her heart, and the remaining appetite disappeared in an instant.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the girl stop eating, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but look up at her curiously.

"Aren't you hungry..."

"I'm stuffed...."

The corners of her mouth reluctantly formed a slight arc, and Miyakoshi Aimei smiled dryly, and replied in a low voice: "I won't have much appetite."