The weather in Japan is always unpredictable. Even though the Meteorological Bureau works conscientiously in broadcasting, the forecast is not 100% accurate.

Walking out of the rest room, there were heavy clouds outside the building, and thin raindrops flowed down along the eaves, hitting the dry and thin branches.

Glancing out of the window, I saw that the sidewalk was quietly covered with a layer of gauze mist, and the reflection of the city streets was reflected in the narrow puddles. The raindrops kept making circles and ripples, and the road, which was somewhat dull and white, used newspapers to

Pedestrians with books or tops covering their heads trotted past, and cars passed by, splashing some water along the way. It made people suddenly think of the unhappiness they felt every time a car passed by them on a rainy day.

If you stay in Tokyo for a long time, you will find that the rain here always comes and goes suddenly, just like your younger sister who is depressed and uncertain when relatives come.

Therefore, there are convenience stores selling transparent umbrellas in the streets and alleys, which are cheap and light. The transparent umbrella surface can reduce the small conflicts between the umbrella edges and the raindrops splashing by passers-by, and does not cause trouble to others. It is also one of the unspoken rules of interpersonal communication here.

Miniature everywhere.

Kaizi didn't bring an umbrella when he went out today, so Kaizi, who was likely to be stabbed later, felt sad for his wallet.

In Tokyo in winter, it's so cold when it rains.

He took two coins out of his wallet and stuffed them into the vending machine, warmed a can of coffee, asked for a bottle of iced Coke, and waited for the hunchbacked goblin businessman to take out the goods from his small box.

Then I waited for a long time and didn't come out.

I stood there holding my phone for about ten minutes, I guess, and I just came back to my senses after finishing a notebook in my hand.

I bent down and looked down, and it turned out that it was just like a joke video of a black brother, it was firmly stuck inside, with horizontal and vertical bars at the bottom.

I've never heard of people getting stuck in their throats when they drink cold water. At most, it only sticks in their throats. Now you can buy a drink and it can get stuck?

But it seems inappropriate to reach in and fish it out. Tomorrow's headlines may even be "Tokyo's beautiful boy was rescued by firefighters. He burst into tears of gratitude and rushed to make a banner and give it away."

But the problem is that the money has been paid, but the goods haven’t come out yet. Where is the administrator? Can he help?

"Are you in trouble?"

The girl waiting in line behind her kept her voice very low and was careful not to cause displeasure to the other party.

"Absolutely." Qianyuan was still thinking about whether it was possible to fish it out by hand.

"This machine is always like this..."

The girl shook her head and handed the book and documents in her hand to the boy. Chihara was stunned for a moment, took them into his hands, and held them in his arms together with Nobunaga's exquisitely packaged "fate/zero".

The girl raised her hands to stretch her arms and move her body. Then she took a deep breath, raised her foot, and the Tokiwadai woman launched a gorgeous kick, hitting the metal chassis on the side of the vending machine.

The frame clicked twice, and the milk tea she had just ordered also fell down.

Oh haha, it turns out that there really is such a way in the world.

Mr. Qianyuan was amazed. He originally thought it was just an exaggerated expression in the animation, but is it really possible?

The girl next to me did the shipping work, so of course it was Mr. Chihara who received the goods.

A bottle of Four Seasons Spring Tea must have been ordered by her.

There is a can of Coke with water dripping on the outside. This is Qianyuan's.

A bottle of peanut butter flavored coffee, this is for Nobunaga.

"Give."

"Thanks."

Handing it over together with the documents and books in his hand, Chihara bowed his head and thanked her for the 100 yen.

"You're welcome, it's not a big deal." The girl smiled solemnly, "I have often encountered this kind of situation when I came to this building before. This machine has been used for a long time, and there is a high possibility of it malfunctioning."

Come to this building?

Mr. Qianyuan suddenly became a little excited.

He bit his lip lightly and murmured again full of expectation and etiquette:

"Are you also a voice actor here for recording?"

"no."

A desperate answer.

The girl shook her head and added a few words by the way, "I'm just here to be an announcer. The company has only arranged this job for the time being."

"Although it is also my dream to be a voice actor, and I can occasionally appear in radio dramas, but depending on the route arranged by the company, my dream of dubbing animated characters may not be realized in this life..."

The girl's pure and delicate face showed a hint of helplessness and regret, just like her first love.

"Don't give up on your dream!" Qianyuan clenched his fists and cheered her on.

"In the final analysis, voice actors are also the same behind-the-scenes workers, with the same purpose but the same purpose..."

"Would you like to try your best to pursue changes and go to the studio to submit your resume?"

I remember that when he was working as a bit player, he actually printed out a resume and submitted it to the program team. Anyway, he put that handsome photo up, and everyone who saw it could only say "Oh", and couldn't help but leave it as an alternative plan to be included in the audition candidates.

List.

Presumably a peerless beauty who is almost as beautiful as myself must be able to do it too!

"Let's talk about it..."

The girl seemed a little unaccustomed to a boy who was so enthusiastic when they first met. She gave him a strange look and said, "The program team may not be able to wait any longer. It's time for me to go upstairs."

After she finished speaking, she was about to leave. Her back looked like a young girl with a budding love. She was afraid of being penetrated by the boy she liked, and she couldn't let go of her thoughts, so she looked back from time to time.

"What a coincidence, I'm taking the elevator too." Qianyuan ran into the elevator at the speed of light with a few big steps, showing the warmest smile in his life, "Which floor are you on? I happen to be fine, so I'll see you off."

The light here was dim, as if there was a layer of gauze mist, and only the green indicator light flickered. Even so, he could vaguely see the rosiness on the girl's face.

"Oh...I just remembered that the broadcast studio is on the first floor. I was confused." The girl patted her head, looking very cute, and then hurriedly ran out of the elevator.

Oh, even the forgetful look is so charming.

But why are you walking towards the stairs?

The phone screen is still on.

…

hateful!

What kind of shit club isn't even willing to realize such a sincere dream as a girl?

I want to work with such a beautiful girl! Just imagine one day, I am speaking the male protagonist's lines on the other end of the microphone, and she is reading the heroine's confession on the other end. What kind of beauty will it be like?

Handsome and charming Tokyo pool noodles.

Cute and shy young beauty.

Just going downstairs to buy a drink, I encountered a sudden encounter of fate, without warning, caught off guard, a subtle sense of distance, an ambiguous relationship that spanned status and age, from friends to lovers.

But since she is working as an announcer and I am working as a voice actor, there is a sadly thick barrier between us. She can't get to this end, but Mr. Chihara can get to the other side.

It’s time to cross the border!

[Mr. Chihara: I want to make my debut as an announcer! gkd! I will make my debut tomorrow, no, this afternoon! Make arrangements for me!]

【Single old man:?】

[Single old man: The people next door are all announcers who are competing for seiyuu. Why would you want to be an announcer who gets paid less than you do now? I suspect this is a signal for help...]

[Mr. Chihara: Stop talking nonsense. Whatever you want to eat next time, send me the menu via email and I’ll make it for you. 】

Useless stuff!

Mr. Qianyuan turned off the phone screen and put it in his pocket, then sat back on the stool full of worry.

"Excuse me, you bought this thing just after you went out?"

Shimada Nobunaga took a sip of peanut butter coffee and said with a bitter look on his face.

"To celebrate your kindness, I bought it for a treat, so be satisfied." Qianyuan snorted dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay, I can barely drink it since I don't have to spend money." Nobunaga frowned, pinched his nose and took another sip.

Still tastes bad.

"But I haven't finished it yet. I'll fake death once at most." He smiled proudly, "There will be quite a few episodes in which I will show my face."

"Really? I don't believe it." Mr. Qianyuan was skeptical. "If you don't come out of the King's Banquet and get killed indiscriminately, how can there be any other scenes."

"Hey, what's the point of lying to you? As a senior chef, I know everything about it, so I can just point it out to you..."

As he spoke, he prepared to take the fz original novel from the boy's arms.

As soon as I touched it, I realized that there was something wrong with the touch.

It's a bit strange, how did the leather that I made with my own hands turn into a cheap pure wood paper shell?

Don't think too much, maybe it's an illusion from staying in the air conditioner for too long.

He trembled all over, licked his lips, and slowly moved his gaze downwards. Then the moment he saw something clearly, his heart almost stopped. If there was a heartbeat line showing, it must have been a flat river.

Shimada Nobunaga's face suddenly turned pale and bloodless.

"Holy shit! How did my three hundred limited edition novels signed by Gen Urobuchi turn into "Harry Potter"!?"
Chapter completed!