The well-known lm agency in the industry was established in 1997. Its full name is lm enterprise. Its main project is to cultivate idol voice actors. Therefore, there are many handsome men and beautiful women joining the agency every year. To be honest, it is a bit crowded. Below is the development of Nichibo Ken

It is considered the most direct blood transfusion port.

Yes, that's the training center where Uchida Yuuma, who claims to be a high school classmate, is currently staying.

This big brother-level agency in the industry is famous for its "comedians" and Shenjing Ice Culture. It is said that this virus first originated from the boss of the company, Kugiya.

Obviously, Sakura-san has also inherited the company culture.

"Come on, open your mouth, ah~"

Seeing that the girl in front of her really opened her mouth, Sakura Suzune smiled and fed her the octopus balls in her hand.

"Senior, I think I betrayed you." Yui Mizukura chewed something in her mouth and spoke slurred words.

"If a beautiful girl was willing to feed me, I would also want to betray her." He sighed.

Unfortunately, there was no one, so the lonely Mr. Qianyuan could only feed himself with toothpicks.

"Speaking of which, where should we go next?"

He glanced at the bag hanging on one arm, consciously finished all the takoyaki in his hand, and threw the box into the trash can to make room for the shopping desires of the two women next to him.

"Next..." Sakura Suzune thought for a while and said, "Wait for someone."

"Senior and Mari-chan haven't come yet, they said they are still on their way."

"who?"

Mr. Qianyuan seemed to have heard the incredible name.

Sakura Suzune explained: "One is my direct senior - Saori Hayaka, you should have heard of it... the other is my new junior."

The first one is definitely memorable, and the remaining "truth" seems to be quite familiar.

Mr. Qianyuan thought for a while and tried to ask: "Is that junior's surname Uchida?"

"How do you know?" the girl was surprised.

"..."

"At this moment, I just feel that Tokyo is so small. I know everyone I know when I go around."

He felt that the number of sighs today was the most in his life. Why was the happy Mr. Qianyuan so sad?

Miss Mari seems to have a docile personality, and her brain seems to be hard to use. She has a clumsy feeling at first sight. She is a complete two-dimensional cute girl character.

Unfortunately, another morning friend could tell at a glance that he was not a kind person, but was a top student studying at Waseda. Although his intelligence value may be slightly lower than Mr. Chihara's, his emotional intelligence on the panel is probably much higher than that of him with mild autism.

Especially when I first met him, his sinister nature was really impressive.

"So, Miss Morning, could you please stop poking me in the face? It hurts a bit..."

Mr. Qianyuan had already tried to move away from the Fukai Hyou woman beside him, but unfortunately this guy seemed to be following him everywhere, and his handsome face was stained red by the woman's fingers.

"No! I didn't expect the 'new toy' Sakura-kun said was so interesting. Last time I just took a photo, and this time I want to get closer."

"It's not impossible to get close to me. I hope this morning lady can get close to me after I become a cowherd or rental boyfriend." Mr. Qianyuan shook his head helplessly, "As long as you are willing to pay, I will be happy with this kind of torture."

"Does Qianyuan-kun still engage in this kind of profession?"

Saori was surprised in the morning, and then she took out her mobile phone and asked: "I don't know which app to use, I'm going to order a monthly package to try. Can I take care of Qianyuan-kun's rest time during the New Year holiday?"

She is worthy of being a young lady, and one thing is that she is ready to start the monthly card service.

"Originally, I was planning to wait until I became an adult to do it, but now this idea has been successfully defeated by you." The boy frowned.

"Don't give up on your dreams!" the girl encouraged, "As a former colleague, supporting and publicizing is what I should do. When the time comes, I will bring other female voice actors to order your order, and I promise to rush forward in one go.

No. 1 on the leaderboard.”

"Good guy, you want our society to die!"

"I definitely don't have this intention. I just want Qianyuan-kun to continue to shine on the road of selling his beauty and achieve a good story." She said with a smile.

What kind of demonic soul is hidden under this bright smile.

Mr. Qianyuan paused and sighed softly. The evil dream of getting rich still seemed unreliable.

He raised his hand, indicating that we should not talk about this for now and just eat what he bought before.

"Miss Mari, takoyaki on the left and apple candy on the right, which one do you want?" He turned around and looked at the youngest and oldest junior in the room.

"It's so hard to choose..."

Miss Uchida thought for a while and then hesitated: "Can I have them all?"

"Since we are friends, of course." Mr. Chihara laughed and gave the large and small bags in his hand to his younger brother Uchida, who was glaring at him next to him.

"Thank you so much." Miss Mari bowed slightly, completely ignoring the desperate look in her brother Jun's eyes.

"Well, it's delicious."

This girl even has a bright smile.

Mr. Qianyuan was very curious as to why Ms. Aimiao, who was the same age, was not as cute as her elder sister. If God gave her a chance to be re-elected, he would definitely hope that the younger sister from across the street from him would be Mari Uchida.

The younger brother Jun, who had successfully become a coolie, took a sad sip of Coca-Cola from the bag. If possible, he would rather stay at home and play games than go outside to carry someone else's bag.

This is all due to this old classmate next to me.

So he glared fiercely, and then found that there seemed to be more bags on the other person's body.

The process of establishing friendship between men is always as simple as sharing the joys and sorrows.

As the only coolie, the man looked at each other and could only silently follow the footsteps of the women in front of him who were happily strolling around the venue.

…

Tokyo's Sumida River has been used as a location for fireworks since ancient times and is also the venue for Tokyo's largest fireworks display.

Of course, this is a place where fireworks are set off, not suitable for viewing.

Across the Sumida River, under the cherry blossom trees, was the goal of Mr. Chihara and his group.

The viewing activity organized by the old friends gathering is just to hang out and not serious. Therefore, many social animals are dressed quite casually today. They don’t take care of themselves. There is no need to specify the seats. They can hang out with whomever they want.

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"Hirata, you have become a big celebrity recently. I have a bright future. If I open an office, I will open one. It's grand." The production supervisor of the animation team next door gave him a thumbs up and praised him repeatedly.

"It's just a small contribution, not famous." Ken Hirata pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled modestly, "I don't have many people under my command. For the time being, I only have Mizukura and Taketatsu."

"Isn't it because of the sake of my brothers that I can get a piece of land here to watch the fireworks? I have to rely on my friends to support me," he said with a cheerful smile.

"By the way, I need you to take more care of the little kid under my command."

"Absolutely." A ten-year-old supervisor in the industry responded kindly.

"However, I doubt the photo you sent. Is there really anyone in Japan who is as handsome as Takuya Kimura?" He said rigorously and worriedly, "It's a bit unrealistic. I'm afraid of the other people at the scene.

Unsatisfactory…”

He wanted to speak but stopped.

"Don't worry, don't worry, my mobile phone is a bit old, and the picture quality is still a bit poor. That guy is somewhat unphotogenic, and the photos only show 50% of his own style." Hirata waved his hand.

"Sure?"

"If you don't believe it, I'll call him over now to make sure you're satisfied."

"No need, no need, young people can just play at this time."

The old supervisor raised his hand and shook it.

Hirata raised his glass, but he came by car today, so he just had some drinks.

Anyway, just for fun, eat some meat grilled by the river and drink anything.

"It's a big promotion. It's just a matter of position. It's all about old friends. Just stay with my people."

It was such a familiar voice, so familiar that it reminded him of that wonderful time fishing.

Hirata turned his head and couldn't help but trembled.

"President..." he murmured.

"You've run away, why should you call me president? At least you have to add a last name in front of it." The mysterious man curled his lips, took the cup on the portable table and drank it all in one gulp, then waved his hand to signal for more.

The person coming was Hirata’s old boss and current lm president, Esaki.

Before his old subordinate could speak, he stopped the conversation first.

"Regarding the previous incident, the board of directors insisted on someone taking the blame. It's because I can't help you."

"I was thinking of finding another job for you."

"I didn't expect that now you have established your own business and become the president. Don't talk about the previous title. People who don't know better think that I am powerful and overpowering you."

The middle-aged man in an old-fashioned kimono slowly raised his glass, raised his eyebrows and gestured to touch one.

"……OK."

Hirata smiled calmly and raised the cup in his hand, "One more."

…

It's a rare New Year. Matsuda sincerely looked at the fireworks blooming in the sky not far away, shook his body, and tried to dispel the chill.

I don’t know how the fireworks display in Hokkaido is going, and I kind of want to go back and have a look.

His gaze stayed for a moment, and Matsuda sincerely put his hands back into his pockets.

There was no moon tonight, and the bright neon light was far away, unable to reflect the rental apartments in the civilian area here. He breathed lightly into his palms and rubbed his hands again.

Fortunately, the bookstore was still open at this point. When he entered, he asked the clerk, who had dark circles under his eyes and was obviously a little sleepy:

"I'm sorry, do you still sell the novel "Sword Sanctuary" here?"

"Yes, yes. Does the guest want a new volume?"
Chapter completed!