Japanese big things

"Hello, what's the matter?"

His body slowly bent down, Nakamura Masahiro supported his knees with both hands, looking like he was hunched over. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a smile that he thought was very friendly, and asked the little one in a gentle tone.

Tao.

"That, that..."

She didn't know whether it was because she was nervous or because she was afraid of strangers. The little one hesitated and couldn't tell. After a while, her white and tender hands clenched the corners of her clothes, and she said timidly: "Well, do you know how to get to the private room?

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"Private room? Which private room?"

Hearing the little one's question, Nakamura Masahiro felt a little confused for a moment. The little one's question was really interesting. He asked how to get to the private room, and didn't tell which private room it was. Who knew which private room she wanted to go to?

"That, that..."

Being asked this question by Masahiro Nakamura, the little one was a little confused. She blinked her bright eyes, pouted her little mouth and thought for a while, but she couldn't tell the reason: "That..."

"You shouldn't even know which room you came out of?"

Staring at the little one in front of him speechlessly, Nakamura Masahiro didn't know what to say for a while. Although he could understand that the little one would get confused, he is a child after all. However, it is really rare to be confused to this extent.

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"That, that..."

A bright red color appeared on her fair face, as if she felt a little shy, and the little girl couldn't help but lower her head. The bangs on her forehead hung down naturally, covering her eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.

"If you don't know which private room it is, then there's nothing I can do..."

Nakamura Masahiro straightened up, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and spoke in a helpless tone. Although he wanted to help this cute little one, he had no choice but to do anything when he encountered such a situation where he had no power to use.

Although there don't seem to be that many private rooms on the third floor of the restaurant, the overall number is still there. It seems a bit impossible to search every private room. Besides, it would be very inappropriate to rush into those private rooms to confirm.<

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If there are no guests in the private room, then everything is fine. After all, no one is disturbed, so there is no big problem. But if there are guests in the private room, it would be very rude to break in.

"Well, I remember there seemed to be a painting in the private room, a very big one..."

Probably remembering something suddenly, the little boy suddenly raised his head, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, looking at Masahiro Nakamura expectantly, and said in a coquettish tone: "Well, can you help me look for it? I really am looking for it.

No more private rooms..."

Looking at the expectant expression of the little one in front of me, his cautious appearance is as lovable as a little puppy, and his watery eyes are looking at Masahiro Nakamura as if he is longing, it is hard to refuse.

Nakamura Masahiro felt a little headache for a while. He didn't know how to reply to this little guy? It's not that he didn't want to help, but that this kind of clueless thing was too troublesome, and it was very annoying to go back and forth.

If he agrees to help, it really goes against his true thoughts at this time, and he doesn't know which angle to start from? But if he refuses, the pitiful look in front of him will really make it difficult for Nakamura Masahiro to open his mouth.

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With a long sigh of relief, Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously pursed his lips and remained silent without saying a word. His eyes moved slightly downward, and he glanced helplessly at the little person in front of him. Nakamura Masahiro felt like he was being relied on.

The illusion.

Sure enough, asking strangers for help is still a bit too much for me.

The little head was thinking in confusion, and the little one couldn't help but become a little depressed. The lowered head seemed to have lost its support, and all the courage that had finally been mustered up in the heart seemed to be lost at this moment.

Like a deflated balloon, it begins to shrivel as the gas gradually passes away.

Tangled thoughts floated back and forth in my mind, and the wanton posture was like an uneven seesaw, rising or falling from time to time, like evenly matched opponents, with no sign of victory or defeat.

In the end, it was Masahiro Nakamura, the arbiter, who forcibly determined the result. He glanced at the cute little thing in front of him, like an unadopted pet, exuding an aura of cowardice.

"Oh, let's go..."

Even though there were all kinds of thoughts in his mind, they just turned into a sigh in the end. Nakamura Masahiro greeted the little one and said: "Let me help you find it."

"Thank you."

Although the little one is a little dazed, the etiquette is still in place, and the bow of thanks is meticulous. It can be seen that the little one has received a good education, and his tutoring should also be very strict.

Taking steps, Nakamura Masahiro walked in front, and the little one followed closely behind him. Because he was carrying the little one, Nakamura Masahiro deliberately slowed down his pace so that the little one could keep up smoothly.

The two of them walked along the private rooms next to them, and did not choose to rush in. Nakamura Masahiro asked the little one to confirm by herself. As long as she had a little impression, the little one should be able to recognize the private room to which she belonged.

Unfortunately, Nakamura Masahiro's idea is good, and the little one also tried very hard to identify it. But the effect is really unsatisfactory. I don't know whether it's because I didn't find the right private room, or because the little one's memory is bad enough.

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"Simi Marseille, I want to ask..."

Suddenly, a waiter wearing a restaurant uniform flashed past, and Nakamura Masahiro quickly called out to him. While asking, he subconsciously glanced at the little boy who was following him and said, "Is there any private room with a painting?"

A very big painting."

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Rather than wandering around without any clue, it's better to ask the restaurant's service staff for help. After all, the service staff work in the restaurant, and even if they are not familiar with every private room, they still know a little bit about it.

"Is it a very big painting? Let me think about this..."

The service staff responded politely. After hearing Masahiro Nakamura's question, he hesitated to recall, then shook his head and said: "There are several private rooms, I'm not sure which one you are talking about."

Private room."

The private rooms on the third floor of the restaurant are usually not open to the public. They usually only entertain distinguished guests, so the number of private rooms is relatively small. Therefore, the service staff was deeply impressed and soon remembered those with similar layouts.

A private room.

"There are several private rooms?"

Nakamura Masahiro looked at the service staff with a surprised look on his face. Seeing the other party nodding to confirm, he was a little dumbfounded for a moment. Even a small child could remember that there was a very big painting in the private room. If there were several private rooms, it would be very difficult.

Found it.

"That's what happened. This child seems to be lost. He doesn't know which private room he came out of..."

Pointing to the little boy shrugging his head, Nakamura Masahiro briefly explained the situation, and then asked for help in a low voice: "Can you help me find it?"

"Uh, this..."

His eyes shifted a little, and the service staff looked at the little one beside him. There was a look of embarrassment on his face, and he replied hesitantly: "Although I also want to help, this kind of thing is really uncomfortable.

Easy to do."

"It's hard to explain if you disturb other guests rashly..."

Because the guests in the private room on the third floor of the restaurant are all distinguished guests, even the boss must treat them with caution, let alone the ordinary service staff. Therefore, although they also want to help, the worried service staff can only tactfully

Rejection: "Sorry, I may not be able to help."

"Okay, I understand."

He nodded slightly. Although the other party refused to help, Nakamura Masahiro didn't care too much. He had also been at the bottom of society and knew how difficult it was for the people at the bottom. The other party was just an ordinary service worker, and it was obviously futile to expect too much.
To put it bluntly, this kind of thing is somewhat beyond the opponent's ability. If you force the opponent to test, you will undoubtedly embarrass the other party. This will embarrass the other party and embarrass yourself.

The waiter lowered his head to signal, turned around and walked away gradually. Masahiro Nakamura watched the other person's figure disappear around the corner, and then looked back at the little one beside him, only to see her frowning and pouting her little mouth, feeling aggrieved.

He looked very unhappy.

Her soft and frail appearance was like a cute pet that had been bullied. It was inexplicably cute, so that Nakamura Masahiro suddenly had the idea of ​​teasing her. Well, it was just an idea.<

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"By the way, what's your name?"

Looking at the little one, Nakamura Masahiro suddenly remembered that he didn't know the other person's name yet. If he knew the name, it seemed that he could try to find it through this method. Of course, it is unknown whether this method will work.

"My name?"

The soft little finger pointed at herself, and a trace of hesitation flashed across the little face, but she still mumbled and answered: "My surname is Kubo, and my name is Shiori Kubo."

"Kubo Shiori? Kubo Shiori, if your surname is Kubo..."

After repeating the little one's name, Nakamura Masahiro stopped a service staff who was about to pass by, and inquired about the situation in a friendly manner: "Simi Marseille, I would like to know which private room Mr. Kubo is in?"

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"Mr. Kubo?"

Although the service staff was a little surprised when he was called, his good qualities still prompted him to react quickly. He recalled it briefly and confirmed: "Is it the principal of Sendai No. 2 High School, Yoshihiro Kubo?"<

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Uh, principal? Is it possible that the little one’s father is the principal?

Nakamura Masahiro guessed with some surprise. He subconsciously glanced at the little one next to him and saw that her little head was nodding like garlic. Obviously, the principal Kubo Yoshihiro mentioned by the service staff was her father.