I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

However, Homa Hoshizu and Arakawa Kotoyuki rarely broadcast live, sometimes making Nakaichi Rika and Oshimura Mayuko wonder if their work is being followed.

Rika Nakaichi changed her hairstyle to a fresh one, revealing her cute little face. Although her eyes still dodge when talking to others, she can communicate normally.

Rika Nakaichi held the camera in her hand, and the boy's back was reflected on the small screen. She was able to make such a change because of Wuma Xingjin's active encouragement and praise.

Obviously I am the senior one, but yet I am cared for like this...

However, after staying with Wuma Xingjin for several months, the relationship between him and the girls around him made Nakaichi Rika realize that no matter how much she liked him, there was no chance.

Whether it is Arakawa Kotoyuki or Kobayakawa Yukane, they are both extremely outstanding people, not something she, a loser whose life has been fixed, is qualified to pursue.

Even compared to Yoko Kawaki, her beauty is not worth mentioning.

So, just watch silently.

Anyway, they will eventually part ways because of the end of the art appreciation, so it is better to put away these unwanted thoughts.

"What are you in a daze for?"

Mayuko Oshimura dangled in front of Nakaichi Rika's eyes and said suspiciously:

"Don't you want to end the work early?"

Nakaichi Rika hid her profile, shook her head, and said nothing.

As the bus pulled into the fenced-in parking lot, the hustle and bustle seemed to be cut off, looking from the inside out at the Kanagawa venue.

Everyone in the Eighth Prince got out of the car one after another, their faces either relaxed or solemn, except Wuma Xingjin who followed Yuan Qingxue with a sad face.

"Eh? Why does Mr. Wuma have such an expression?"

Yuquan Gami, who came to the scene specifically to squat on her little boyfriend, was puzzled. She didn't notice that Eri Yina's face was getting worse and worse as if she had eaten bitter melon.

"No, it can't be done. There are so many people here, it's suffocating."

"Hold on a little longer, Xiaonai. I have tickets for the front row seats. It's not crowded at all. We'll go in right away."

Yuquan Wami grabbed Jiangli Yina's hand and pushed her way into the queue. She took a rare leave and came to the scene, saying she wanted to give Wu Majun a surprise.

When my immediate boss heard that he was coming to see the Art Awards, his request for leave went surprisingly smoothly. He also quietly told Yu Quan that if there was a chance, it would be better to help her get Kamijou Shinji's autograph.

All the contestants should have arrived by this time, and it would be impossible to get close to Kamijou Shinji.

It seemed that the crowd was full of Kotoyuki Arakawa fans. Just now Izumi saw a group of locals with support ribbons on their heads and holding banners. They looked proud when they saw the Hachioji High School bus.

Whoa!

There was another commotion among the people waiting in line outside the venue. A girl with painted lips stood on tiptoes, stretched her neck and said happily:

"That's Kamijou Shinji's car!"

Chapter 207 Jumonji Yumatori and Asakura Anzu

In the venue, the lights on both sides of the passage leading to the player lounge lit up one by one.

"After nearly a month, the semi-finals of the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards are finally here!"

Makoto Kawajiri's outstanding performance as the host earned him the right to host the semi-finals. At this moment, he was excitedly holding the camera pointed at himself and introducing the Kanagawa venue.

"Any time, any place, Kajiri Makoto will host and watch with you!"

[I’m here to see the beautiful girls in the dance group. Who is this greasy uncle?What an eyesore. 】

[Hurry up and take us to the player lounge. 】

[Change channel. Change channel. 】

A few black lines appeared on Makoto Kawajiri's forehead. These guys took good care of themselves. They even asked for their contact information when attending parent-teacher conferences at their daughter's school. How could they become an eyesore to these viewers?

Complaints are complaints, Makoto Kawajiri's professionalism is online. He came to the player preparation room of Osaka Luming High School and only entered with the cameraman after getting permission.

Twelve girls with beautiful looks and elegant postures are stretching, which is as eye-catching as washing your face with cool mountain spring water.

As the gold medal winner of the dance group for three consecutive years, Osaka Luming High School is a school famous for its arts. Most of its students will join the "Dance Club" and start training with their seniors in the first grade.

Encouraged by seniors who won gold medals in national competitions, Osaka Luming High School's 'Dance Club' has maintained its top level, and its members can easily enter major offices in the entertainment industry after graduation.

Jumonmon Yumori replaced the former president as a first-year student, and all Osaka Luming High Schools led by him were promoted with S-level ratings.

This kind of ridiculously exaggerated results is the first time since the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards was held.

Although the strength of Osaka Luming High School could not be underestimated in the past, it was somewhat of a foul to crush them all the way so unreasonably.

The camera turned to the protagonist this time. A girl with shawl short hair and a neutral appearance was meticulously taking care of her performance clothes, not paying any attention to the appearance of Makoto Kawajiri.

[Damn it, a girl can be so handsome, wait...it seems like she has awakened some strange attribute, and now she has to kiss her roommate. 】

[My sister is so awesome, I really want to have Jumonmonji sister hold my chin and call me a stupid pig hehehe. 】

[Interesting, is it so fun? 】

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Seeing that the direction of the barrage was getting more and more strange, in order to change the topic, Makoto Kawajiri stepped forward and interviewed:

"May I ask what strategy Jumonmonji-san plans to use to win this time against Hachioji High School?"

Jumonmon Yumatori took the microphone smoothly, with a pair of sharp eyes full of heroism, looking at her as if he was being pointed at by the edge of a sword.

"No player would answer this question for you."

"But it doesn't matter to me."

"Waltz."

"Waltz?"

Makoto Kawajiri may be excellent as a host, but he is far behind in trying to figure out his thoughts. He asked with a puzzled face:

"As far as I know, Jumonji-san is better at the strict minuet, right?"

"That's right, I've never waltzed, I've only watched the video once or twice." Jumonmon Yutori answered honestly.

"The reason why I chose the waltz is because it is the dance that Xiaoxing is most familiar with."

Another girl with wheat-colored skin in the player lounge opened her mouth slightly in disbelief and asked as if to confirm:

"Yumitori...didn't we agree to use classical dance to compete with Hachioji in the semi-finals?"

"It would be unfair to others if there were only two of us as dancers."

Asakura Anzu and Jumonmon Yumatori, they were childhood playmates. Because they lived next to each other, a low wall could not stop the lively Asakura Anzu.

ten years ago;

On a hot afternoon, six-year-old Asakura Xing stepped on her father's carpentry ladder and looked curiously into the yard of the newly moved residents.

I saw a little girl in a dress lying motionless on the ground. Without thinking too much, the young Asakura Anzu jumped off the low wall and dragged the unconscious Jumonji Yumori to the shade under the grapevine trellis.

The temperature that day was very high. Jumonji Yutori stayed under the scorching sun for who knows how long, and his face was steamed and turned an unhealthy blush.

In a hurry, Asakura Anzu took off her cartoon top, turned on the faucet in the yard to wet it, and applied it to Jumonmon Yutori's head to cool down.

After a while, Jumonmon Yumatori regained consciousness, and in a childish and indifferent voice, he questioned the girl of the same age in front of him who had a bare back and only wore a small vest.

[Why did you show up at my house? 】

[Because you fainted. 】

【That's it...thank you. 】

[I wanted to ask from the beginning, why did you faint in your yard? Where have everyone in your family gone? 】

【….】

[Haha, it’s okay if you don’t want to say it. 】

[My dad took me to buy a lot of soda popsicles yesterday. Do you want to eat some together? 】

[Thank you, I don’t need it. 】

[But your face looks terrible. 】

【My house is next door, just turn over. It's very simple. 】

Asakura Anzu nimbly climbed onto the edge of the low wall, regained her footing in a few clicks, and showed off towards Jumonji Yutori in a condescending manner.

Turn over...

Jumonmon Yutori looked up at the horizontal gravel wall that even a child could easily jump to.

My mother was unable to leave the wheelchair due to an accident and completely stayed away from the stage.

She has high hopes for her daily dance practice, which ranges from court dance to modern dance. Today, because of the days of practice, her soles became weak and she stepped on the wrong dance steps, so she was punished to stand in the yard for three hours... ..

For her, this small yard that only takes ten seconds to walk from one end to the other is her whole world.

Now, a girl of the same age invites her to an adventure she has never tried before.

Maybe it's because my head is confused from being exposed to the sun, or maybe I don't like being looked down upon.

Jumonmon Yumatori nodded, grabbed Asakura Anzu's small and soft palm, and climbed up with difficulty.

The expensive dress was covered in dust and had a few tears, but Jumonmon Yutori didn't care at all.

The milkman riding a bicycle, the female boss holding a plate of freshly made rice balls at the door of the cold food shop, and the sweaty boxer running on a hot afternoon to lose weight.

The street where I usually live is like a bright ink painting spread out from left to right. The monotonous and repetitive world of Jumonji is dyed with countless colors at this moment.

Holding hands, Asakura Xing, who was right next to her, took a deep breath, raised a bright smile and said proudly:

[Isn’t the view nice from above? 】

[Well, it’s a scenery I’ve never seen before. 】

Jumonmon Yumatori silently grasped Asakura Anzu's little hand, and in an instant, a wave of emotion filled his chest like a sponge full of water.

This feeling lasted for ten years and flows to this day.

"I want to use this performance as a prelude to my confession."

"Confession!?" Kawajiri Makoto said in surprise:

"Jumonmonji-san must be joking, right? Art Prize Contestant..."

"The romance of Art Prize contestants is a minefield, I know this very well." Jumonmon Yumori said seriously.