Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

"Holy Son, congratulations on winning the FNS Song Festival Grand Prize."

"Hey" Matsuda Seiko raised his head, muttering, and in front of him stood his old rival and acquaintance in the music world, Masahiko Kondo.

Seiko Matsuda's family is not the only one in today's pop music scene. Two other boy idols, Toshihiko Tahara and Masahiko Kondo, are also regulars on the Orincon list.

At this time, Masahiko Kondo, who was wearing a windbreaker and scarf, stood in front of Matsuda Seiko gracefully.

There was a charming smile on his face that often appeared in front of the camera. Every time the girls saw this smile, they couldn't help but scream with their hands on their chests.

But this trick didn't seem to work for Seiko Matsuda, she smiled politely.

"Thanks for the compliment, sorry."

After speaking, she turned sideways and prepared to leave here.

"Holy Son, let's go have a drink together. Iwasaki Hiromi-san, Kashiwara Yoshie-san, Tahara Toshihiko-san are all here. It's a rare New Year, and our 79th and 80th groups should also get together."

Kondo Masahiko's reasons are very good. As the backbone of the pop music scene today, these few people basically account for half of the record market.

Everyone is young, and they are regulars on the list. The debut time is still very close, isn't it normal to have a New Year gathering?

It stands to reason that he should restrain himself after learning the lesson from Sama last time.

But Masahiko Kondo had already looked around just now, and there was no Toyota Century nearby.

Presumably that Bai Chuan-san is busy with his club affairs, if so.

Kondo Masahiko felt that it was necessary to train this girl of light, and he had to pay back twice the pain he suffered last time.

Today is a good opportunity. It's normal to have some wine at a party, and it's normal to drink too much and get drunk.

But to his surprise, Seiko Matsuda didn't care about the gathering of artists of the same period at all.

She just said "Sorry for the impoliteness", and just passed by, leaving here on her own.

"Hey" Kondo Masahiko subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab her.

However, Matsuda Seiko glanced at his outstretched arm, and the latter immediately shrank his hand in fright.

He remembered the joints that had been disassembled and assembled last time, and the feeling was really uncomfortable.

While he's sure there's no suspicious Toyota Century around, it's a natural reflex of body movement, like a stress response.

After all, the memory of last time was too deep.

So Masahiko Kondo felt unwilling, but he could only watch Seiko Matsuda walk away.

Just wait, sooner or later I'll make you cry and beg for mercy.

Masahiko Kondo, who had an evil fire in his heart, cursed bitterly. His recent experience was not so wonderful.

I still feel a little disgusted until now, and my mood has become a lot more irritable because of this.

But although he was humiliated in his heart, it was Kitagawa after all, and he didn't dare to resist in his heart.

So he, who had accumulated a lot of resentment, saw the Matsuda Seiko who had made him deflate last time, and the evil fire was strung together again.

Knowing that there are people behind the opponent who are not easy to mess with, Masahiko Kondo still can't help but want to get back to where he was last time.

Originally thought that his disguise was deceptive enough, but he didn't expect to be frightened away by a look from the other party.

The more humiliated he was in his heart, the more the evil fire became higher and higher.

Kondo Masahiko kicked away the stone blocking the way bitterly, turned around and wanted to find other fun.

Hey, isn't that the dark horse in the music scene who has risen rapidly recently, Akina Nakamori?

Masahiko Kondo rolled his eyeballs, and the bad water began to flow out again.

Cough~ He adjusted his clothes, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he slowly accelerated his pace to catch up with the figure in front of him.

"Miss Mingcai, why are you alone, where is your manager-san?"

"Hey" Akina Nakamori was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a figure.

When he saw it was him, he quickly bent over and said, "So it's Kondo-senpai, please take care of me."

"Miss Akina is too polite, speaking of which your new single is really amazing.

But it's late, so be careful if you're alone. "

Kondo Masahiko was really like a senior, he began to ask his relatives in a soft voice.

"Manager Sangyou left beforehand, I'll just take a taxi and return."

Although Akina Nakamori has also heard of the girl killer Kondo-san, they have never dealt with each other before.

After first contacting him now, I didn't expect this senior to be Asahi unexpectedly.

"It's inconvenient to take a taxi back home, as an artist, it's better to have less contact with ordinary people.

Well, I'll take you back, and my car is nearby. "

As soon as she heard that she was going to take a taxi back, Kondo Masahiko immediately volunteered without thinking about it.

What a great opportunity this is, it's just an excuse to come to your door.

"This is not good." Although Akina Nakamori had just debuted, she also knew that it seemed a little inappropriate.

"It's okay, it's too late, I don't worry about Miss Akina being alone.

Please come with me, my car is in the parking lot. "Speaking, Masahiko Kondo stretched out his hand to signal her to go with him.

The kindness is hard to turn down, Nakamori Akina can't say no to it.

And this Kondo-san does look personable and caring, so there shouldn't be any problems.

So after hesitating, Akina Nakamori followed him to the parking lot.

The current headquarters of Fuji TV is still located in Kawatacho, Shinjuku, which is relatively remote.

Except for a large enterprise of Fuji TV, there are some sparse residential areas nearby.

There is a "Fuji TV Street" not far away, but you can tell from the name that it is highly dependent on the existence of Fuji TV.

Because there are really no people around here, except for the staff of the TV station, no one else will come to consume.

On the way to the parking lot, except for the street lights, there was not even a ghost in the dark.

But Masahiko Kondo was very happy in his heart, the darker the sky, the better.

You can see that Miss Mingcai unconsciously took a few steps closer to her. It's normal for girls to be afraid of the dark.

As the surrounding lights dimmed, Kondo Masahiko's heart became more and more itchy.

He quietly stretched out his hand, and slowly leaned towards Akina Nakamori's waist.

"Pa" suddenly a big hand rested on Kondo Masahiko's shoulder.

"Hey!" Kondo Masahiko and Nakamori Akina both exclaimed in shock.

"Kondo-san, are you interested in playing baseball with us?"

Under the dim light, at some point, several burly men with baseball bats on their hands had gathered around them.

"Who are you? Don't you know who I am here? Don't you know that this is the site of Fuji TV?"

Although he was terrified to death, Masahiko Kondo still tried his best to maintain his composure.

At the same time, he did not forget to protect Akina Nakamori behind him, the image of a warm man with a proper posture.

Not to mention, the timid Akina Nakamori turned pale with fright. A pair of hands tightly grasped Kondo Masahiko's clothes, not daring to let go.

"Of course we know who Kondo-san is, not only that, we even know what brand of lubricant Kondo-san uses."

As he spoke, the big man took out a photo and shook it in front of Masahiko Kondo's eyes.

Leaning against the light, Masahiko Kondo's face suddenly changed after seeing what was in the photo.

He is very familiar with this little blue bottle, and there are still traces of it on his body.

"How about Kondo-san, why don't we go talk together?" The big man tilted his head and glanced at the alley not far away.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand, I refuse!" Kondo Masahiko could no longer maintain his composure just now.

What the hell do they mean by that thing? Could it be that the matter between himself and Kitagawa-san was brought to light?

Thinking of this, Masahiko Kondo couldn't help but start to fear, he knew that if this matter was exposed, his career as an artist would suffer a devastating blow!

So at this moment Masahiko Kondo denies all speculation, he just wants to escape here immediately, and then tell Kitagawa-san about it.

He will definitely find a way, Kondo Masahiko roared in his heart.

"Reject?" The big man looked at Masahiko Kondo who kept retreating, and smiled maliciously, "It's up to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted his chin, and immediately two figures surrounded him. Each of them held Kondo Masahiko's shoulders directly with one hand, preventing him from moving.

They have been in the gray area all year round, and they know very well how to subdue a person.

"Akina! Akina! Help me!" Kondo Masahiko bent his legs and kicked hard on the ground, trying to break free from the restraints.

However, Nakamori Akina, who had been frightened into a fool, had tears and snot running down her nose, and her chubby face was even more black and pale.

The big men didn't care how she reacted, leaving one person to watch her, while the others dragged Masahiko Kondo and disappeared into the dark alley.

Although Kondo Masahiko, who was held up in the alley, tried his best to resist, but after being punched in the stomach, he immediately calmed down.

"Kondo-san reminds you, don't touch people you shouldn't touch. This time I will leave you a souvenir, and next time I don't mind inviting you to sleep forever at the bottom of Tokyo Bay."

Masahiko Kondo's pupils suddenly shrank, Tokyo Bay? ! This. These people.

However, before he could react, the big man gestured to the people on both sides.

"Bang" and "Bang", Masahiko Kondo's two legs were forcibly separated by a baseball bat, and before he opened his mouth, he was stuffed into a ball of rags.

Then, under his frightened gaze, the big man raised his baseball bat and swung it down fiercely.

"Om" The sound of the wind brought by the stick passed by my ears.

"啪" and "啪" are the sounds of broken eggs.

Kondo Masahiko's eyes turned white, if it wasn't for the cloth stuffed in his mouth, his tongue might have been bitten off.

Even so, the wheezing sound was like a dilapidated old bellows lingering on its last breath.

The big man glanced at him expressionlessly, then turned and left.

As the figure holding him loosened, Masahiko Kondo couldn't hold on any longer, and knelt down on the ground softly like noodles.

Akina Nakamori, who was waiting outside, was wiping away tears while worrying.

Suddenly, several big men who had just disappeared reappeared at the entrance of the alley, just as she was thinking, "It's over, it's my turn".

The other party took a deep look at her, and then led her away.

Eh? Nakamori Akina, who was alone in the dark night, froze for a full minute before recovering.

She looked around and saw nothing but the darkness of night.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and ran into the alley as fast as she could.

As soon as she turned into the alley, she saw a figure lying on the ground from a distance, twitching every movement.

"Kondo-san!" Akina Nakamori screamed and ran over quickly.

In a daze, Kondo Masahiko saw that the figure in front of him was Nakamori Akina, and fear welled up in his eyes again.

People who shouldn't be touched.

"Medical Hospital" finally overwhelmed his fear with reason, and he uttered two words with difficulty.

"Hospital?" Nakamori Akina shuddered, then got up and ran to the "Fuji TV TV Street" not far away.

It's a pity that it's less than 1983, and we don't even have mobile phones, so we can only call for help manually.