Japanese big things

After a while of greetings, Nakamura Masahiro and Miyakoshi Aimi said goodbye to Mrs. Hamabe and her family. Afterwards, the two strolled around the Yamato Department Store for a while, went to the food court on the eighth floor to eat, and then went down to the fourth floor.

Watched a movie in the cinema.

After such back and forth, time passed quietly and it was already evening. After simply clearing up their mood, the two of them walked out of Daiwa Department Store. The originally brightly lit mall was like daytime, but suddenly it switched to the setting sun.

After walking along the street for a while, Nakamura Masahiro and Miyakoshi Aimi arrived at a nearby bus stop. Then they took the bus and arrived at the long-distance bus near the prefectural council office about ten minutes later.

Station.

Aimi Miyagoshi lives in Nomi, so she needs to take a bus back at night. He bought a ticket for her, and Masahiro Nakamura bought some snacks and other things for Aimi Miyagoshi, and then handed them all to Aimi Miyagoshi.

Up.

"Yahong-kun, why did you buy so many things?"

Looking intently at the big bag of snacks in her hand, Miyagoshi Aimei asked in confusion: "I can't eat, I'm not hungry yet."

"You can eat when you are hungry, or you can eat when you get home."

Nakamura Masahiro smiled at the girl. Since he has already bought it, he definitely cannot return it. Although it is not particularly far from Kanazawa to Nomi, it is still quite a distance after all. It is inevitable that there will be people who want to eat on the way.

time.

"Yahong-kun, if you eat too much, you will gain weight easily."

The girl pouted her little mouth with a frown on her face. When it comes to eating snacks, Miyakoshi Aimi definitely likes it. But as for the consequences of gaining weight from eating snacks, it is estimated that not many people are willing to accept it. Uh.

, quite contradictory.

"No way, Aimei is not fat at all, she is obviously very thin."

The words of relief came easily, and Nakamura Masahiro is a veteran. Although Miyakoshi loves beauty and is not fat, but there seems to be a gap between being thin. Well, maybe the word round is a more suitable word to describe it.

"Yahong-kun, it's not good to lie to others...but I like it."

Regarding Nakamura Masahiro's words, although Miyakoshi Aimi said dissatisfied words, her true thoughts in her heart were quickly exposed. Yes, girls are a magical species of duplicity, and no one knows what they are thinking.

What?

The station's reminder sounded, like a bell before class, and a feeling of urgency arose spontaneously. The two could only end the conversation, and Nakamura Masahiro then put Miyagoshi Aimi on the long-distance bus to Nomi.

"Yahong-kun, I'm really happy today."

On the occasion of parting, Miyakoshi Aimei said to Nakamura Masahiro with a bright smile. Then, before Nakamura Masahiro could react, she suddenly stood up on her tiptoes, approached Nakamura Masahiro, and took the initiative to put her sweet lips to his.

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This sudden move caused Nakamura Masahiro to subconsciously open his eyes and look into the shy eyes of Miyakoshi Aimi. While feeling confused, he could feel the heat and warmth of the other party from the girl's eyes.

Dodge.

The warm touch is very comfortable, the soft lips are extremely tender, and a sweet feeling fills my heart. The world seems to have pressed the pause button, the flowing time seems to have stopped for an instant, and even the active thoughts have frozen in an instant.

At this second.

Things around you are like a camera with the shutter pressed, everything is locked in a picture. The subtle noises seem to have disappeared, leaving only the thumping of the heartbeat, which may not be heard by others, but is like a real beating.

By.

After a while, the two lips that were tightly together slowly parted, and the aftertaste of the kiss lingered for a long time. It was like the so-called dragonfly touching water, even if it only stayed for a few seconds, it would still linger on the calm water.

The next ripple.

"Goodbye, Masahiro-kun."

A blush appeared on her cheeks. Miyagoshi Aimi, who had originally shown a bold side, now looked like a timid little girl. She said goodbye in a hurry, and hid in the back seat of the long-distance bus under the watchful eyes of Nakamura Masahiro.

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There were not many passengers in the car, and the few people sitting nearby had just witnessed the slightly outrageous behavior of the two. However, after all, we were in the beautiful youth, and everyone could understand it, and they just smiled in a tacit understanding.
"If you love beauty, please pay attention to safety along the way."

Even though Nakamura Masahiro thought he was thick-skinned, his face turned red when faced with the attention of several people. He gave a loud warning and ran away quickly.

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After leaving the long-distance bus station, Nakamura Masahiro planned to go directly back to Hokuriku for broadcasting. On the way, he suddenly remembered what the editor had asked him to do. He seemed to want to buy akb48's latest single, so he changed direction and went to Horikawa Shinmachi near Kanazawa Station.

It is an area where record stores gather.

Well, although it is said to be an area where record stores gather, the overall number of record stores is actually not that large. It is said that during the heyday of the record industry, Horikawa Shinmachi was the benchmark for Ishikawa Prefecture and even the entire Hokuriku region.

However, with the development of the times, the rapid rise of digital music and the strong impact of market diversification, the record industry is shrinking. Like the afterglow of the setting sun, the destined outcome cannot be changed.

That is to say, thanks to the protection of Japan's copyright laws, traditional consumption habits, and fanatical idol culture, although Japan's record industry has embarked on a downward trajectory, it is still alive and well.

Of course, the so-called nourishment refers to those record industries located in urban areas. For the remote Hokuriku region, at best, it is barely alive. It is obviously impossible to live a nourished life.

"Simi Masai, do you have the latest single from akb48?"

Looking around casually, Nakamura Masahiro aimed at a record store and rushed in. Before anyone even stepped into the store, a blurted inquiry came in. Well, it seemed like he was a little too impatient.

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"You mean "beginner" released by akb48, right?"

The clerk of the record store was a young man in his twenties. He was not very tall, and his messy hair looked a little decadent. Hearing Masahiro Nakamura's voice, he subconsciously turned his head and said, "

If it’s this single, then there will be more.”

""Beginner"? Uh, is it the latest single?"

After talking about it for a while, Masahiro Nakamura confirmed with some uncertainty. Although he agreed to help the editor bring akb48's latest single, it seemed that the other party did not mention the name of the single, which made him a little confused.

Whether it was when he was involved in the film and television industry in China or when he became a native living in Japan, Nakamura Masahiro had only heard of the name of the group akb48, not to mention understanding it. Well, the news of the former members going overseas is still fresh in his memory.

"It's the latest single, it was released not long ago."

Looking at Masahiro Nakamura with doubts in his eyes, the clerk just felt that the person in front of him was quite strange. Generally speaking, when people come to the store to buy akb48 peripherals, they mostly come for free gifts such as handshake coupons, handwritten photos, and voting coupons.

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Even if you don’t know akb48 very well, you are still quite familiar with it. The person who came to buy abk48’s latest single doesn’t look like a fan. He’s not even sure whether it’s the latest single.

"Then, please help me get one."

Nakamura Masahiro chose to ignore the clerk's appraising gaze. Originally, he was just helping to buy food for him, and he was not akb48's meal, so what was there to be afraid of? After greeting the clerk, Nakamura Masahiro was ready to pay the bill.

"Okay, please wait."

The clerk quickly brought abk48's latest single, and "beginner" was indeed printed on the cover. After looking at the release date, it was indeed a recently released single, so it should be right.

"Thank you for your patronage, please walk slowly."

After receiving the change from the clerk, Nakamura Masahiro carried the bag containing the akb48 single and walked out of the record store amid a polite farewell. Well, the editor's request was finally settled.

After walking along the street for a while, Nakamura Masahiro was lucky enough to catch the last shuttle bus. Under the dim street lights, warm yellow light filled the air, and the shuttle bus shook slightly and bumped all the way, and drove away from Horikawa Shinmachi smoothly.

Let Masahiro Nakamura return to Hokuriku Broadcasting.

When we returned to the editing room, the editor was sleeping on the workbench in the back room. Looking at him sleeping soundly, it was obvious that he was too tired. In the editing industry, especially in the field of television, staying up late and working overtime is a must.

Normal.

"Here, this is the single I brought for you... Take a look to see if it's this one."

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the editor. Before Masahiro Nakamura could open his mouth, the editor immediately woke up from his sleep. With bloodshot eyes and thick dark circles, he looked like a senior editor.<

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"Nakamura-san, this is it, thank you."

At first, the editor looked depressed, as if he was about to die. But as soon as he got akb48's single, he was like a character in the game who had put coins in and was resurrected with full health. He immediately became energetic.

Get up.

"Please, it's just a single, why don't you be so exaggerated?"

Seeing the editor's actions, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't accept it and couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead. It's just a single. Even if the editor is a fan of akb48, there's no need to be so exaggerated, right?

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"Nakamura-san, you are not a fan..."

Faced with Nakamura Masahiro's doubts, the editor first kissed him, and then held the single tightly in his arms, for fear that someone would try to snatch it away. The look on his face also became serious, and the editor spoke solemnly.

He said: "You don't understand our thoughts."