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Back in the convenience store, Masahiro Nakamura quickly walked to the magazine sales area and took out a photo magazine from it without hesitation. The cover of the magazine was the familiar figure of Aimi Miyagoshi. She should be very sensible.

, but what is her choice?

"Simi Marseille, I would like to ask, where is the address of this firm?"

After paying the bill, Nakamura Masahiro did not leave in a hurry, but turned to the artist's information. Pointing to the name of the artist's office, Nakamura Masahiro politely asked the convenience store clerk.

Since the other party’s photo magazine is delivered to your door, and the convenience store clerk looks familiar when he greets you, both parties must know each other. Then, the convenience store clerk most likely knows the address of the other party’s office.

"Eh? You mean this?"

Looking at Nakamura Masahiro with some surprise, the clerk was a little confused by his actions. Following the position of his finger, the clerk took a closer look and discovered that it was the name of the artist's agency. After confirming it, the clerk replied:

"It's over at Nagamachi 3-chome 8."

"Are you going to the office to see the artist?"

Quickly glancing at the content of the magazine, the clerk showed a smile that every man knows at Nakamura Masahiro, his expression was slightly smiling, and he said in a very ambiguous tone: "If you are going to the office, that is definitely not possible.

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"This artist seems to have just debuted recently. Their group seems to be called Princess Oya Yami. They are very popular recently... Not only are they beautiful, but they also have a great figure. They are very promising. Handshake meeting

When she was there, there were many people who went there for her."

Listening to the convenience store clerk's wanton talk, his evaluation of Miyagoshi's beauty was also full of some unexplained hints, which made Masahiro Nakamura feel a surge of anger in his heart. His palms subconsciously clenched into fists.

, a faint clicking sound can be heard.

At a certain moment, Nakamura Masahiro had the urge to punch the opponent in the face. However, his long-term rationality and calmness prevailed, and Nakamura Masahiro was still unable to make such a crazy move.

He gritted his teeth hard and suppressed the somewhat crazy thoughts in his heart. As the impulse slowly cooled down, the anger in his heart gradually subsided, and Nakamura Masahiro controlled the surging emotions and returned to a stable state.<

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"Well, today seems to be their handshake meeting. If you want to attend, it's probably not too late."

Tilting his head and thinking for a while, the clerk added something to Nakamura Masahiro, and also reminded Nakamura Masahiro that he would have the opportunity to participate in the handshake meeting today. Well, maybe he didn't know it yet. If Nakamura Masahiro hadn't restrained himself,

Then he will be unlucky today.

"Thank you."

With a long sigh of relief, Nakamura Masahiro said this casually, then turned around and walked out of the convenience store. Although he controlled his emotions, if the other party said something outrageous again, Nakamura Masahiro was really afraid that he would not be able to control it and directly

Punch it over.

"Uh? Is it necessary to be in such a hurry?"

Watching Masahiro Nakamura walk out of the convenience store quickly, the clerk was stunned for a moment and didn't react. It wasn't until Masahiro Nakamura's figure disappeared from the field of vision that he shook his head and couldn't help but complain.

Standing on the side of the street, Nakamura Masahiro was sheltered from the drifting rain by the shelter of the eaves. The sky was gloomy, just like Nakamura Masahiro's mood at this time, like a bow string stretched to its limit, it was uncertain.

When did it break out?

The speeding vehicle came from a distance at high speed without any pause, and passed in front of Nakamura Masahiro. The extremely fast-turning wheels crushed the rain-covered street, splashing droplets of water flying freely.

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Some fell back to the ground and completely integrated into the humid environment. Others were a little too wanton and flew onto the clothes of passers-by, turning into dark spots that caused passers-by to curse.

Standing on tiptoes, he looked far into the street on the left, but found no trace of the taxi. Masahiro Nakamura, who was feeling depressed, then carefully looked toward the far side of the street on the right, but still found nothing.

Well, I don’t know what’s going on, but when I don’t want to take a taxi, I can always see taxis passing by one after another. But when I really want to take a taxi, those taxis seem to have disappeared en masse, and I can’t see any of them.

To.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the sky seemed to be getting darker, and a group of dark clouds drifted from the distance covered the world. The light rain that was originally pattering became heavier and heavier, and the big raindrops were like bead curtains.

Generally, it falls continuously like a curtain of rain.

After about a few more minutes, a taxi finally came slowly from a distance. Fortunately, the lights on the roof of this taxi were on, which meant that the taxi was empty, and Nakamura Masahiro was

You can take it.

He quickly straightened his arms and waved them vigorously in the air a few times so that the taxi driver could notice. If the taxi driver was negligent and drove away, Nakamura Masahiro would have no choice but to wait for the next taxi.

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Probably because there were no passengers on board, the taxi's speed was relatively slow. When it passed in front of Masahiro Nakamura, the car slowly and smoothly stopped. The window then fell down, revealing the head of the driver who kept watching.

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"Please go to Nagamachi 3-chome 8."

At Nakamura Masahiro's signal, the driver pressed the button and the door opened automatically. With a swish, Nakamura Masahiro rushed into the car. While sitting down and adjusting his posture, he spoke to the driver about his destination.
As the door closed, Masahiro Nakamura also fastened his seat belt. With the rapid rotation of the wheels, the car also began to move. With the slight sound of the engine, the taxi began to speed forward in the rain.

Nagamachi 3-chome 8 is also located within the city limits, across the river from Kanazawa Municipal Chuo Elementary School, and the distance is not very far. Therefore, in less than ten minutes, the taxi successfully arrived at the destination.

land.

The heavy rain outside the car window is still falling, like broken beads, and finally they are closely connected together, forming quite conspicuous water columns, and forming an extremely wide rain curtain.

After paying the fare and declining the driver's offer of help, Nakamura Masahiro suddenly rushed out after the car door opened automatically. With the pouring rain on his head, he rushed forward with long strides and ran away in two seconds.

Arriving under the eaves of the roadside.

Although it was only a short distance from the taxi to the eaves on the roadside, Nakamura Masahiro was caught off guard by the dense rain and his hair was wet, and the clothes on his body were also wet.<

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Not in the mood to take care of this for the time being, Nakamura Masahiro just sorted it out a little, then looked around to find the exact address of the office. He had already arrived at 3-chome 8, so the location of the office should be nearby.

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However, such an aimless search would definitely be ineffective. Therefore, Nakamura Masahiro opened the photo magazine again, checked the name of the office again, and planned to find someone nearby to ask, and he would definitely gain something.<

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Suddenly, the livehouse in the distance caught the attention of Masahiro Nakamura. There was a short queue at the entrance of the venue, with about ten people. Under the inspection of a similar staff member, they were slowly walking one by one.

Walk inside.

The handshake meeting that the convenience store clerk mentioned suddenly came to mind. Nakamura Masahiro had a feeling that there might be the target he wanted to find in the livehouse. Well, it was Miyakoshi Aimi.

After grabbing a photo magazine and putting it on his head, trying to create a barrier, Nakamura Masahiro rushed into the rain like a rabbit. He jogged all the way with three steps and two steps, and soon arrived at the live house venue.

Entrance.

"Is it being held here..."

Breathing a little out of breath, Nakamura Masahiro looked up at the approaching staff, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he said bluntly: "A handshake party for Princess Oyoko is being held?"

Although the convenience store clerk mentioned it to him at the time, Nakamura Masahiro didn't remember the name of the group at all. Of course, he didn't say it correctly when he spoke at this time, but the name of the group roughly meant the same, so it was easy to fool him.

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After all, it is a small local idol group. On the premise of focusing on economic interests, inspections in all aspects will not be so strict. If it were a popular group like akb48, it would not be so easy to fool them.

"Hi, there's a handshake meeting here."

Startled by Masahiro Nakamura's actions, the staff looked at him blankly, and subconsciously responded in the affirmative. Then, the staff reacted and said angrily: "Only those who purchased the photo

Magazines and various peripherals, and those who have obtained handshake coupons can enter and participate in the handshake meeting. Those without handshake coupons are not allowed in."

Since akb48 became popular, things like handshake coupons with gifts, which were originally just handshake coupons, have now become very popular and become a money-making tool for many companies. Maybe the mainstream big companies will despise it and criticize it, but various small companies will not follow suit.

Money can't get by.

"Does this count?"

Nakamura Masahiro reached out and raised the photo magazine in his hand, indicating to the other party for confirmation. Due to the rain, the photo magazine was already wet, and some pages were even glued together tightly, so he did not dare to touch it easily.

Open.

"Uh, you... count it, it must count, you can just go in."

The staff member looked at the almost soaked photo magazine and looked very confident. Masahiro Nakamura didn't bother to talk nonsense to him, so he directly drew a picture of Yukichi Fukuzawa and waved it in front of his eyes, and he was immediately qualified to enter.

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