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Standing on the spot, Nakamura Masahiro's pupils dilated slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man who delivered photo magazines to the convenience store. Although he could only see his profile, but for some reason, Nakamura Masahiro always felt a bit like déjà vu.

Similar feeling, seems to have seen him somewhere?

I carefully searched the memories in my mind, and even after looking through the scattered fragments in the corners, I didn't seem to have the slightest clue. This made Nakamura Masahiro a little confused, he clearly felt that he had seen the other party before.<

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Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

After thinking about it, Nakamura Masahiro also doubted his own judgment. If he had really seen it, he must have left an impression. It is impossible to be as clueless as he is now. But if he had never seen it before, it would be so similar.

Is it possible that the feeling is an illusion?

Probably, it’s because I haven’t had any rest recently.

Watching the other party walk out of the convenience store, Nakamura Masahiro withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his forehead, feeling a little melancholy. Fortunately, it didn't matter if he didn't recognize him, and the other party was quickly forgotten by Nakamura Masahiro.

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Glancing at the beverage area, Nakamura Masahiro casually grabbed a bottle of drink. While walking towards the counter, he stretched out his hand to unscrew the bottle cap, then raised his head and took a sip, and then tightened the bottle cap again.

"A total of 120 yen."

Putting the drink in his hand on the counter, the clerk at the cashier picked it up and scanned the code, then put it back in front of Nakamura Masahiro. He glanced at the price displayed on the computer screen and reported it to Nakamura Masahiro casually and truthfully.

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He reached out and took out his wallet, and Nakamura Masahiro took out a Noguchi Hideyo card. When he was about to pay, he saw the coins in the wallet out of the corner of his eye, so he took back Noguchi Hideyo and took out the coins.<

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It is somewhat similar to the domestic currency system. In addition to large-denomination banknotes, Japanese domestic currency also has small-denomination coins that are coins. The denominations are divided into six different denominations such as 500, 100, 50, 10, 5, and 1.

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Normally, Nakamura Masahiro would throw his change coins at home and would not carry them in his wallet most of the time. On the one hand, he felt it was troublesome, and on the other hand, he was afraid of losing money. After all, coins are relatively small and slightly

It’s easy to fall off if you’re not careful.

However, I was busy making advertisements these days, so I forgot about it, and ended up leaving the change coins in my wallet. Well, it doesn’t seem like a bad thing, it can just be used to pay for drinks.<

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"It's 120 yen...just right, 120 yen."

After confirming the amount with the clerk, Nakamura Masahiro opened his palm, and several coins of different sizes were piled up like a miniature hill. After swiping his fingers twice, Nakamura Masahiro picked out a 100 yen coin.

and two 10 yen coins.

Then, Masahiro Nakamura put the three coins on the counter and let the clerk take them away. This was the money to buy the drinks. Then he put the remaining coins in his hand back into his wallet, and Masahiro Nakamura grabbed the drinks on the counter.

Get ready to leave.

Before he took two steps, he noticed from the corner of his eye that another clerk in the convenience store was unpacking photo magazines, and then placing them one by one in the magazine sales area. He subconsciously stopped and Nakamura

Masahiro turned around and walked over.

The middle-aged man who delivered photo magazines came to mind, and the familiar feeling came to mind again. Nakamura Masahiro quickly walked to the magazine sales area. After the neatly arranged store clerk left, he came together.

Coming closer.

The cover of the magazine that comes into view is a girl with a good figure, but the underwear she is wearing is a bit revealing. Well, according to the standards of the Japanese entertainment industry, it is not actually revealing. This is what most female artists do.

Experienced.

"Hey, this is it?"

Moving his eyes upward, Nakamura Masahiro was stunned when he saw the girl's appearance clearly. It was an extremely familiar face. Although it was slightly different from the pretty face in his impression due to the exquisite makeup, it was

It is impossible for Nakamura Masahiro to admit the wrong person.

Staring straight at the familiar figure on the magazine cover, Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously pursed his lips, his expression involuntarily becoming sluggish. Due to excessive force, his lips were inadvertently broken, and a trace of them leaked out.

Bloodstains.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The clerk was about to pass behind Nakamura Masahiro. He noticed the blood on the corner of Nakamura Masahiro's mouth out of the corner of his eye and stopped involuntarily. He approached Nakamura Masahiro and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, I need help.

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"Uh, it's okay, I'm just thinking about something."

The clerk's voice brought Nakamura Masahiro back to his senses. He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the clerk, and said something perfunctory in a panic. Then, he suppressed the panic in his heart, and then he noticed a slight trace of blood on his lips.

Taste.

"Then, okay."

Since Masahiro Nakamura didn't need help, the clerk naturally couldn't say much. However, before leaving, the clerk deliberately found two paper towels for Masahiro Nakamura so that Masahiro Nakamura could handle them simply.

"Thank you."

The words of thanks were blurted out, and Nakamura Masahiro watched the clerk gradually walk away, and then disappeared from the shelves. Looking back, Nakamura Masahiro picked up a tissue and lightly wiped his lips, and it was indeed stained with a lot of blood stains.
His eyes returned to the familiar figure on the cover of the magazine again, thinking of the middle-aged man who sent the photo magazine, and combined with the similar feeling, Nakamura Masahiro's mind flashed, and he suddenly remembered a figure.

It was a rainy day not long ago. Nakamura Masahiro and Miyakoshi Aimi originally planned to visit various scenic spots in the city, but they had to fall through because of the rain. As a result, they met a middle-aged man who claimed to be a talent scout on the road.

It seems that he is the one who delivers photo magazines.

In other words, Aimi decided to become an artist without consulting her at all. Moreover, she even took underwear photos?

Thousands of thoughts wandered freely in the vast space in his mind, whether they were clear or fuzzy, all kinds of detailed fragments gathered together, like a mess, Nakamura Masahiro felt his head buzzing, <

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He closed his eyes, breathed a long sigh of relief, then moved his steps and staggered out of the convenience store. From a warm environment to a cool atmosphere, this sudden change made Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but shudder.

Chill.

"Moses Moses...."

Feeling a little melancholy, Nakamura Masahiro stared intently at the cars passing by on the street. The roar of the passing cars covered up the subtle noise. He reached out and took out his mobile phone, and then dialed Miyakoshi Aimi's number.

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"Yahong-kun, what's wrong?"

Miyakoshi Aimi's voice came into Nakamura Masahiro's ears from the phone, and her tone was still so gentle. In the past, this voice would have made Nakamura Masahiro happy, but this time it was a bit mixed.

"Aimi, where are you now?"

Sniffing, Nakamura Masahiro tried his best to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart, and tried to keep his voice as steady as possible to avoid being noticed by Miyagoshi Aimi. Although there was an urge in his heart to question him directly, the rational Nakamura Masahiro still forcibly endured it.

Stayed.

"I'm, uh... I'm working part-time. What can I do?"

As soon as the voice started to speak, Miyakoshi Aimi suddenly stopped. The phone became very quiet, like being in a quiet library, so that the slight music sound was particularly eye-catching. A few seconds of brief

After the silence, Miyakoshi Aimei asked again.

"It's nothing, I just missed you suddenly..."

Although there was already some speculation in his mind, Nakamura Masahiro concealed his thoughts very well. He reached out and gently wiped the blood stains on his lips again with a tissue, subconsciously pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "

Where do you work part-time? I want to come and see you."

"You want to come see me? Uh...it's not very convenient for me here. Yahong-kun, I'll come find you when I get off work."

Although Miyagoshi Aimi spoke in a very calm voice, Nakamura Masahiro still heard a hint of panic in her voice. As Nakamura Masahiro expected, Miyagoshi Aimi refused his visit as expected.

"Aimei, I'm just taking a look. I won't disturb your work. Isn't this okay?"

Nakamura Masahiro did not give up the idea of ​​visiting the team easily, and still insisted on it. Although there was a high probability that he had already made a judgment in his heart, a trace of fantasy prevailed. The so-called self-deception is probably like this.

"Yahong-kun, it's really inconvenient for me right now...Sorry, the store manager has already called me. I'm going to do my work first. Let's talk about it when I'm free."

Miyakoshi Aimi's words of rejection were firm, but there was a hint of panic in her tone. After finishing her words in a hurry, she quickly hung up the phone. The only response left to Nakamura Masahiro was the sound in her ears.

The phone is busy.

Looking at the mobile phone in his hand blankly, there was a sudden surge of air in his heart, and Nakamura Masahiro's breathing became a little faster. But soon, he suppressed the abnormal reaction again, and then returned to a stable state.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Nakamura Masahiro was a little confused for a moment. There was originally a gap in his heart, but he turned a blind eye because of deliberate ignorance. At this time, it seemed to crack open.

Perhaps feeling Nakamura Masahiro's depressed mood, a few raindrops suddenly fell from the sky without warning. The drops on the top of the head felt like a slight knock. In an instant, more raindrops followed.

fell from the sky, and a light rain began to fill the sky.