Japanese big things

Kubo Shiori's father, Kubo Yoshihiro, is after all the principal of Sendai No. 2 High School. He is a well-known local figure and one of the distinguished guests of the restaurant. Therefore, the service staff naturally had a deep impression.

After confirming that it was correct, the service staff gave some guidance, briefly explained the specific location of the private room, and then continued busy with his work. So Nakamura Masahiro took Kubo Shiori back and forth through the somewhat winding aisle.
To be honest, some of the views and aesthetics of Japanese society are sometimes very strange. Maybe they think it is normal, but Masahiro Nakamura really can't accept it. Just like the layout of the space on the third floor of the restaurant, it can obviously be decorated simple and grand, but it is not.

It has become small and exquisite.

It cannot be said that there is something wrong with the restaurant owner's aesthetics and views. After all, small and exquisite is also a style. But if the aisles and layout are so complicated, then it is very problematic. Isn't it interesting to go around?

Nakamura Masahiro doesn’t know what other people think. Anyway, he is a little resistant to this complicated arrangement. Going back and forth a few times can easily make people dizzy. If they are road crazy and lack a sense of direction, they will probably lose it.

The ability to find a way.

Well, the little one seems to be a road warrior who lacks a sense of direction.

"Huh? Shi Xuli?"

Just after turning the corner, Nakamura Masahiro was looking back at Kubo Shiori when a girl's voice suddenly came from the front. He subconsciously turned his head and looked over, only to see a beautiful girl standing in front of the aisle.

Taking a closer look at the girl's appearance, I can vaguely see some similarities with Kubo Shiori. However, compared to Kubo Shiori's soft and frail appearance, this girl looks a lot more mature.

"Sister...."

Kubo Shiori raised his eyes and saw the girl in front of him, and couldn't help but exclaimed. Then, she opened her tiny arms and rushed over at a trot, like a bird returning to its nest, and jumped into the other person's arms.

ri.

The title of Shiori Kubo was already obvious, and the identity of this girl was her sister. For Masahiro Nakamura, although he did not send Shiori Kubo to the private room, since someone took over, the task was completed.

"Where did you go? I never saw you..."

Reaching out and rubbing Kubo Shiori's little head, the girl's face showed a hint of anger, and her tone of voice also brought a hint of reproach: "You are obviously a crazy road idiot, but you still dare to mess around.

Run."

"I didn't mean it, the private room is so stuffy..."

Kubo Shiori pouted her little mouth and argued with some dissatisfaction. However, while continuing to speak, her voice became softer and softer: "I just went out for a walk. I didn't know that I would get lost here.

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Obviously, Kubo Shiori is still a little bit sensible, and knows that she is the one who is in the wrong, so her weak argument is more like expressing her grievances. Combined with her look of pity, it makes people feel sad.

Sympathy.

"Hello, I am Kubo Shiori's sister Kubo Mariko..."

After giving the neurotic little sister a lesson, the girl turned her attention to Nakamura Masahiro who was standing aside. Her greeting was meticulous. The girl was worthy of coming from a scholarly family. She was more timid than Shiori Kubo.

Looks very capable.

"I'm very sorry that Shi Xuli has caused you trouble. Thank you very much for sending her here."

"It's okay, it's just a handy job. It's just a small thing. If there's no problem, I'll leave first."

Nakamura Masahiro waved his hand and was polite. Although it took a while, it didn't take much time, so Nakamura Masahiro felt that it was okay and it was not too troublesome.

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After twisting his body, Nakamura Masahiro turned around and prepared to leave. He planned to go back to his own private room. Although the time he came out was not very long, if calculated based on the above bathroom time standards, it would have seriously exceeded the standard.

"Onii-chan, goodbye."

After walking a few steps, Kubo Shiori's loud voice suddenly sounded behind him. Perhaps the volume was deliberately increased, which seemed a bit awkward, which was in great contrast to the previous impression of Kubo Shiori's muttered voice.

"Goodbye."

His steps subconsciously paused for a few seconds. Nakamura Masahiro did not turn around, but slowly raised his right hand, facing away from Kubo Shiori and her sister Kubo Mariko, and waved it casually. The same was regarded as a response.<

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Taking a step forward, Nakamura Masahiro turned around and disappeared around the corner. When he returned to the private room, the atmosphere inside was still very lively. Onishi Nobumitsu and Kawara Sabu seemed to have drunk too much, and they were playing around with each other.

A game of lyrics.

Although the two ladies, Kurosawa Hisako and Terajima Shinobu, did not drink so much, their faces were flushed and there were signs of being tipsy. However, judging from their reactions and states, they were still very conscious.

Sober.

"Nakamura-san, why have you been out for so long?"

Seeing Masahiro Nakamura enter the private room, Onishi Nobumi broke away from the game state. He blushed and gasped and asked: "You took a long time in the bathroom."

"I was a little uncomfortable, so I was delayed for a while."

Noticing that other people were also looking at him, Nakamura Masahiro barely curved his lips and forced out a smile. Although this excuse was a bit perfunctory, it was still a reasonable reason.

I returned to my seat and looked up at the rows of empty wine bottles on the table. They were placed in a dense and neat pile, just like the sales area on the shelves of a convenience store, except that there was no wine inside.<

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Well, I really didn’t realize that they were so good at drinking. Just the number of bottles on the table, at least several dozen.

"Since you feel a little uncomfortable, drink less."

Kurosawa Hisako picked up the wine glass in his hand, brought it to his mouth and took a sip. He looked at Masahiro Nakamura who was sitting down and comforted him casually: "If you drink too much of this drink, it won't be that good."

Time passed slowly and quietly. Probably because they had drunk a lot of wine, everyone was not so energetic. After chatting for a while, Onishi Nobumitsu and Kawara Sabu fell into a daze.

He fell down on the table.

Rapid breathing sounded from time to time, and the two grown men just lay on the table and followed. Kurosawa Hisako and Terajima Shinobu on the side looked relatively awake, but the tiredness on their faces could not be concealed at all.<

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Originally, Nakamura Masahiro was a little worried about Onishi Nobumitsu and Kawara Sabu, and didn't know how to deal with the placement of these two people. After all, they were all drunk and fell on the table. If you wanted to get them away, it would be very difficult.

Not easy.

Who would have known that Shinobu Terajima called him, but he didn’t know who he was calling? After a while, several restaurant service staff came into the private room. After respectfully saluting and saying hello, they set up a table with Onishi Shinmitsu.

Sabu Kawara, under the command of Shinobu Terajima and Hisako Kurosawa, got them out of the private room.

Although Nakamura Masahiro was not particularly comfortable, compared to them, he was undoubtedly in the best condition. He followed him in a daze and walked through the winding corridor. After going downstairs, he walked along the secluded path before

The path leads to the nearby hotel.

The hotel and the restaurant are right next to each other, only a few steps away. After entering through a hidden side door, the hotel's reception staff were already waiting there. After exchanging information with each other, the other party led everyone to take the internal elevator directly.

Guest room area.

It is estimated that the hotel and the restaurant may have the same owner, or have a business relationship. The hotel reception staff and the restaurant service staff are very familiar with each other, and there is no sense of unfamiliarity. The whole process has a smooth flow.

After sending Nobuyoshi Onishi and Sabu Kawara to their respective rooms, Hisako Kurosawa and Shinobu Terashima sent away the service staff in the restaurant. Then, under the leadership of the hotel reception staff, the three of them checked into their own rooms one by one.

room.

"If anything happens, you can call the hotel's service desk directly..."

Maybe he saw that Masahiro Nakamura was a newcomer. After Masahiro Nakamura entered the room, the hotel receptionist explained to Nakamura Masahiro some things that needed attention in detail. Then, he solemnly added: "Whether it is

We will do our best to fulfill any request."

"I understand, thank you."

Nodding at the other party, Nakamura Masahiro gave a friendly thank you. He watched the other party turn and leave. After he walked a little further, he closed the door, then entered the back room and lay directly on the bed.

Although he was still a little confused, but with his feelings along the way, combined with the words of the hotel receptionist, and the vague information he revealed, it was not difficult for Nakamura Masahiro to notice that the restaurant and hotel were unusual. Well, it seems to be true, it can

There must be something unique about being favored by senior people in the circle.

The lights above are shining brightly, and the warm light fills the somewhat empty room. Like a victorious army, it drives away the darkness of the losers, leaving them to huddle in some small corners.

Shivering.

However, it is only inside the room. After all, darkness still dominates the world outside the window. The lights in the distance are looming, the neon lights are flashing, and the noises come and go from time to time, forming a peaceful night scene.

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I don’t know what’s going on? He obviously feels mentally exhausted and in a dazed state, but Masahiro Nakamura just doesn’t feel sleepy at all. I don’t know if it’s because he’s uncomfortable or because he’s not used to this room?