Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

Every time Asami Uesugi reported things to Yuriko Matsumoto, Koyomi was present, so he knew the whole story.

"A loss of 200 million turned into 80 million?"

"Were you tricked by the ministers and entertainers below you?"

"Well, mother and daughter are the same..."

Folding his umbrella, Fujii Itsuki looked towards the Ochanomizu residential building standing in front of him.

But what does this have to do with him?

"……baffling!"

It can't be that Matsumoto Arina is in a bad mood and wants to have a real 1v1 fight with him in Tokyo Bay, right?

Xiao Lai only said that Matsumoto Arina was waiting for him at home and didn't say anything else.

Because he was worried that Matsumoto Arina might not hear the doorbell when she was sleeping, Xiao Lai also specifically told Fujii Itsuki the door lock code of Matsumoto's house.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore..."

With the thought of "I'm here now", Fujii Itsuki walked into the lobby of Ochanomizu Building. Anyway, after meeting Matsumoto Arina, all the truth will be revealed.

With the experience of previous visits to the building, this time Fujii Itsuki went straight past the front desk and headed towards the residents' elevator.

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped on the sixteenth floor, and Fujii Itsuki took a step and walked into the spacious entrance of Matsumoto's house.

Placing the umbrella casually on the rack at the entrance, he gently rang the doorbell.

"Jingle Bell--"

……

In the second bedroom of Matsumoto's house, the sound of rain drops outside the window reached my ears, and the air-conditioned room was filled with the chill of winter.

Matsumoto Arina stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, her heart dead as a light went out.

“Is this the end?”

Kaneda Teru's job-hopping became the last bullet fired at the agency. Matsumoto Entertainment Agency will exit in an extremely undignified way and completely disappear in the dust of history.

"It's about to end..."

There were tears in the corners of Matsumoto Yuina's eyes.

The loss of 200 million yen turned into 80 million yen. The director of the agency took the lead in pretending to obey the order but actually disobeying it, and the selected artists were poached by other agencies.

Everything seems to be back to square one.

There was no money and no people. There was only a bunch of parasites hiding in the dark corners and gnawing at the agency. She couldn't even find an artist who could be of great use to replace Kaneda Teru.

Two weeks of hard work were all in vain!

"Boom——"

There was another burst of thunder outside the window. I knew without looking that the sky was gloomy today.

Feeling heavy and complicated, as if drenched by rain, Matsumoto Arina buried her head in the quilt with a sad face.

"Jingle Bell--"

In the living room, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Covering her forehead with her arm, Matsumoto Arina ignored the call until the doorbell rang for a full half minute before she had no choice but to get out of bed and put on her slippers.

There was thunder and lightning and heavy rain outside, and most likely the property management came to ask if there was any problem with the water pipes.

"Who?"

Wiping the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, Matsumoto Arina walked into the living room, speaking in a hoarse voice as she opened the door.

"Click——"

When the door opened, the person who came into view was not a property employee, but a tall, familiar-looking, young and handsome boy.

The boy's bangs were slightly damp, and there were still a few drops of rain on his shoulders. It was obvious that he had come here in the rain.

"Bang!" However, Matsumoto Arina looked away after just one glance, then slammed the door shut.

She bit her lower lip and cursed inwardly, "...bad luck!"

House seemingly endless rain.

Bad mood, bad weather, and just happened to meet the worst people!

"咚咚-"

"Arina Matsumoto, are you sick?"

Outside the gate, Fujii Itsuki, who was inexplicably turned away, knocked on the door with a frown.

"…You are the one who is sick!"

"Mom isn't home. If you want to find her, go to Nishi-Shinjuku."

After saying these two sentences, Matsumoto Arina suppressed her terrible mood and turned towards the bedroom.

But just as she took a step, she heard the sound of a doorknob turning behind her.

"Click--" Matsumoto Arina paused and quickly looked over the direction of the sound.

"Fujii Itsuki, how do you know the password to my house?"

Looking at the young man standing behind the gate, Matsumoto Arina subconsciously took a step back.

"You...you are breaking into a private house!"

"Sorry, Miss Arina, I haven't gone in yet..." With his hands in his coat pockets, Fujii Itsuki's expression was calm, as if he was at a loss for words.

"Didn't you ask Xiao Lai to call me over?" he asked indifferently.

"Ryori-chan?!"

Matsumoto Arina's delicate brows frowned slightly.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Didn't you call me?" Fujii Itsuki also frowned.

"Could it be that Xiao Lai acted on his own initiative?"

"……baffling."

Seeing that Matsumoto Arina's face had an expression of "not welcome", Fujii Itsuki did not make things difficult for himself and walked decisively towards the elevator at the entrance.

"You are the one who is incomprehensible!"

Matsumoto Arina said this unyieldingly, grabbing the door handle and preparing to close the door again.

The gap in the door became smaller and smaller, and the boy's back moved away.

Seeing him about to enter the elevator, Matsumoto Arina stopped closing the door with her slender hand and shouted, "Wait a minute..."

"What's wrong again?" Fujii Itsuki turned his head towards the voice.

Their eyes met, their sights connected in the air.

As if she had thought of something, Matsumoto Arina's eyes lit up slightly, and she stared at Fujii Itsuki's handsome face, and the pleasant sound of "Canon" came to her ears faintly.

Tall figure, perfect appearance, outstanding talent...

In an instant, Matsumoto Arina felt that the rain had stopped.

……

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A long chapter of more than 4700 words, the author of this failed book asks for a small gift! or2

Chapter 283 Nothing Fujii Itsuki

"Well, I..."

After reopening the door, Matsumoto Arina considered her words in her mind.

Even though she doesn't want to admit it in her heart, but in terms of appearance and figure alone, Fujii Itsuki is simply a dimensionality reduction blow to the artists under her agency!

but……

If you want to be a big star, it's not enough to just have a good face. You need to have music, dance, acting, hosting, etc. You can't say you have to be well-rounded, but you must at least have one outstanding specialty.

Last time, Fujii Itsuki corrected a section of "Canon" that she played incorrectly in the bedroom, proving that she must have a certain talent in music.

Moreover, at the end, Fujii Itsuki improvised a song she had never heard before, but unfortunately she was interrupted halfway by Xiao Lai's appearance.

Without listening to the whole song, Matsumoto Yuina dared not draw any conclusions for the time being. After being tricked by Minister Yoshida and Kaneda Teru once, she was now extremely cautious.

"Fuji...Fujii tree..."

"I seem to have remembered it wrongly. I did ask Xiao Lai to call you."

Looking at the boy entering the household registration gate, Matsumoto Arina's attitude changed, and a "sorry" smile formed on her delicate and beautiful face.

"I was sleeping just now, so my mind is a bit fuzzy..."

Matsumoto Arina, who is always serious and stern in the office and treats her subordinates seriously, now has an expression that is unprecedentedly flattering.

However, what she responded to was still Fujii Itsuki's light words: "...You are sick!"

"To be respectful at first and then respectful at last, it makes one laugh just thinking about it!"

Picking up the umbrella on the rack at the entrance, Fujii Itsuki ignored Matsumoto Arina and walked straight into the elevator for residents of Matsumoto's house.

"Hey-"

Seeing Fujii Itsuki's decisive attitude, like drawing a knife to cut water, Matsumoto Arina knew what to do and didn't say anything back this time.

Her long and slender legs under her hip skirt quickly crossed the threshold. Without even changing her shoes, she hurriedly rushed into the elevator in slippers.

"Stop for a moment!" She said as she stretched out her slender hand to press the elevator door opening button, but her wrist was grabbed by Fujii Itsuki.

In front of Arina Matsumoto, Fujii Itsuki pressed the number "1" with the help of Arina Matsumoto's hand. Without saying a word, he withdrew his hand and waited quietly for the elevator to descend.

"Um, Fujii Itsuki..."

"I was just sleepy!"

After being the president for more than ten days, the word "sorry" seemed to become difficult for Matsumoto Arina to say.

"What a coincidence, I just knocked on the wrong door." Fujii Itsuki looked calm, with no change in his expression.

"..." Matsumoto Arina's delicate face twitched.

"We are the only family on the 16th floor!"

"Besides, how can you knock on the wrong door and enter the correct password?"

"Ding--"

The resident elevator stopped steadily on the first floor. Fujii Itsuki, holding an umbrella in his hand, left the elevator and walked towards the first floor lobby of the Ochanomizu Building.

"Wait, Fujii Itsuki..."

After all, she was the president of an entertainment agency that managed more than a hundred employees. Matsumoto Yuina unconsciously put on the attitude of a superior and shouted at Fujii Itsuki, "I told you to wait a moment!"

Hearing her uncomfortable tone, Fujii Itsuki frowned.

In the magnificent hall, the receptionist and the cleaning lady at the front desk couldn't help but look over here in the direction of the sound.

"It seems to be Ms. Matsumoto who lives on the 16th floor?"

Some of the people knew Matsumoto Arina, while some did not, but they all thought the same thing in their hearts.

“…What’s going on?”

Looking at Matsumoto's pretty face with a chopping board, Fujii Itsuki thought that this woman was angry and was about to use some big move.

Unexpectedly, Matsumoto Arina's pretty face fell, and like an abandoned stray cat on the street, she came over and grabbed his arm, saying in a low voice: "That..."

"I'm sorry, Fujii Itsuki!"

Since ancient times, people have been humble when asking for help. As refreshing as she was when she was rejected just now, Matsumoto Arina was as embarrassed as she was now.

"…Why are you saying sorry?" Fujii Itsuki said lightly, taking Matsumoto Arina's slender hand away from his arm.