Do I really have a thing for female voice actors?

As for the reason, she knew it in her heart.

The words of Hina Aoki and Ms. Takao intertwined in my mind.

It's perfectly natural to picture Sasaki Riko singing joyfully in that person's house.

To call this feeling jealousy would be an overreaction.

But after thinking it over and over, she couldn't find a word that better captured her current state of mind.

Perhaps it's because she's a clumsy girl with a limited vocabulary, or perhaps she really has reached that point.

Please accept this.

Please accept this—

Not far away, a young girl in a yukata was handing out flyers under a streetlamp.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it had a clear, bright quality unique to young girls, with a slight upward inflection at the end, like it was coated with a thin layer of icing sugar.

She leaned slightly forward, her arm outstretched, and handed a piece of paper to the man in the suit who was hurrying past. The man didn't look at her, his steps were brisk, and his shoulder almost brushed against the edge of the paper.

He withdrew his outstretched hand with remarkable ease, his smile unwavering. With a deft twist of his wrist, he handed the flyer, which had almost been knocked over, to a housewife carrying a plastic bag who had just left the convenience store.

A sudden gust of hot wind swept through, and several flyers in my hand were blown away by the wind, scattering in a rustling sound.

Yang Gongfei walked over, squatted down to pick up the flyer from the ground, and heard the girl's apologetic thanks in her ear.

Yang Gongfei looked at the flyer in her hand.

"Ah... Hello, there will be a summer festival and fireworks display near the shopping street this weekend."

"Fireworks display..."

Yang Gongfei responded softly.

Yang Gongfei returned all the leaflets she had picked up to the young girl, keeping one for herself, and received a cheerful thank you in return.

After returning home, she lay down on the sofa, feeling quite weak, with her two little feet dangling over the edge of the bed, wobbling precariously.

Looking at the flyer about the summer festival in her hand, Hinata Himiya couldn't help but think of last summer.

At that time, Yang Gongfei never imagined that the man who took her hand without permission upon their first meeting would hold such a heavy place in her heart.

If he hadn't mistaken her for Hina Aoki, their meeting would have been more formal, and she wouldn't have been so frightened by her first impression of Toru Tazaki.

If that were the case, wouldn't their progress be even further?

"It's pointless to say such things now," Yang Gongfei sighed.

He tossed the flyer aside, went to the bathroom to wash his face, took off his contact lenses, put on round-framed glasses, and returned to his bedroom without saying a word.

I lay on the bed, feeling utterly exhausted. After thinking for a while, I started scrolling through Twitter on my phone. I clicked on Sasaki Riko's Twitter account and secretly began monitoring her.

Aside from the usual greetings and a few photos of the work environment, the rest of the posts were about the schedule of the roadshow.

She kept scrolling down until she saw a picture of a pot of fragrant, delicious stewed beef.

Yang Gongfei couldn't help but purse her lips, turn her phone upside down on the bed, bury her round little face directly in the pillow, and slap the soft bed beneath her with her raised feet.

In my distress, I felt completely drained of energy.

She wished she could run to Tazaki Toru's new house right now and ask him why he hadn't invited her to his house.

Actually, she doesn't really like stewed beef that much.

Tazaki-kun has a fatal flaw.

He doesn't lie.

Do what you want to do, don't worry about anyone else's feelings, just follow your own heart.

Aoki Hina's words gradually became clearer.

In Mika Kohinata's eyes, Hina Aoki's actions were practically brainwashing Hina Hitomi.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it spreading rumors and misleading the public.

But only Hina Himegami understood that without Hina Aoki's words, she might have given up at that time.

Whether it's brainwashing or encouragement, how Yang Gongfeina views and makes her choices is ultimately up to her.

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, so that I can deliver that promised Fina punch to him after the live performance.

As for Sasaki Riko's matter, it became the final step.

The competitive spirit in Yang Gongfei's heart had never faded; on the contrary, it became an asset at this moment.

This spurred Hina Hiyomiya to become even more determined and decide to listen to Hina Aoki once again to confirm his feelings.

This time, I absolutely have to clearly and explicitly convey my feelings to him.

Then get the answer from him.

But how should I bring it up?

My gaze unconsciously fell on the flyer I had received earlier.

Will he agree?

If he continues to worry like this, who knows, when he first goes on stage, he might forget all the lyrics and just stand there blankly. In that case, he really won't have the face to even see him.

The girl's fingers gradually closed, and she gripped the fireworks festival flyer tightly.

Never mind, it's you.

570. Sister Yang rarely posts long essays, what's your response?

late at night.

Tazaki Toru, who had just finished showering, walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas, and his phone, which was charging on the coffee table, suddenly lit up.

Upon seeing the sender's name, Tazaki Toru raised an eyebrow slightly.

Upon opening it, Toru Tazaki was completely stunned.

The person who sent the message was naturally Yang Gongfei Na.

The problem lies in the content.

A lengthy greeting and apology followed only by an invitation.

It's quite a long piece, several hundred words long.

This is a short essay.

Tazaki Toru follows Hinata Hitomi on Twitter, but he has never seen her post such a long article on Twitter before.

After calmly reading through the entire letter word by word, Tazaki Toru remained silent for a moment before beginning his reply.

The phone buzzed and vibrated, and Yang Gongfei Na was instantly energized. She didn't dare to look at the phone immediately, and took several deep breaths before daring to unlock the screen.

Tazaki Toru's reply was very concise.

Only two words.

--OK.

No, Sister Yang, I've posted such a long post, are you going to respond?

Yang Gongfei felt very complicated. Of course she knew that sending so many words might make her seem like a gravity woman, but that's just how girlish thoughts are.

The more important something is, the more likely one is to embellish it, trying to make the other person understand their feelings.

While she was happy that Toru Tazaki had agreed to it, she wished he could say more if he could.

The phone started buzzing and vibrating again.

[Perfect timing! I also have something I'd like to say to Miss Yang Gong in person.]

...Huh?

You want to tell me to my face? What do you want to say?

Yang Gongfei felt her once-silent heart begin to pound at that moment.

This is truly incomprehensible; it's just a very simple sentence, yet it has stirred her emotions so deeply.

But she couldn't bring herself to ask. She could only suppress the turmoil in her heart, clasp her hands tightly to her chest, silently turn over, and stare blankly at the ceiling.

She had a premonition that before the summer festival arrived, she would fall asleep thinking about him every night.

...Just kidding.

Even without this agreement, she would have acted the same way.

……

……

"Then I'll take my leave now."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

After finishing the composition meeting, Toru Tazaki put his laptop back in his backpack and walked out of the Kingdom Records conference room.

As soon as I closed the door, a beautiful voice rang out from not far away.

"Yahoo... Mr. Tazaki."

Tazaki Toru froze, sighing inwardly, "Here we go again."

He turned around, forcing a polite smile.

"Long time no see, Ms. Minase."

"Huh? Why do you look like you don't want to see me?"

The girl in front of me frowned slightly, but quickly regained her composure. She looked around, then stepped closer and lowered her voice.

"What happened last time? Has anything been done since then?"

"Ms. Minase, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"That's the truth, of course."

"I don't want to talk about it."