People in Tokyo, the world is clear

But I've also felt joy for a colleague who achieved a miracle. I've witnessed a brilliant, dreamlike journey, watched them embrace the trophy, and shed tears of finally being worthy of themselves.

Today, in another world, I can feel these sincere tears again, which are similar to this emotion, and I feel a little dazed for a moment.

But he finally calmed down and distributed the midnight snacks in his hands.

"But don't be too happy too soon, Qingshan."

"what?"

The serious tone immediately diluted the warm atmosphere, startling the other two people present. Looking at Lin Sen's serious expression, they suddenly became nervous.

The following text is——

"The happier things are probably yet to come."

"."

Ito Xiguo turned his head and looked at Qingshan Xiazhi.

The next second, two figures teleported behind someone, and one of them swung a small knife that hit the head.

"There's a saying in my hometown: 'You can't finish a shit without talking halfway,' Xiaolin-san!"

"mine."

But we still need to summarize the inevitability of success.

First of all, the most important point, of course, is the state of Qingshan Xiazhi.

Perhaps driven by a determination to burn herself out and go home if she didn't succeed, the girl finally felt able to let loose a bit in front of the large audience. The pure, sweet quality of her voice finally matched the singing style she had been preparing for so long, resulting in her outstanding performance.

The second thing is the selection of the target audience. The customers who hang out in izakayas are older than those who hang out in bars, and are more likely to be the target audience of the Blue Coconut style.

“Of course, there are some details.”

Lin Sen raised his finger. "Remember what we discussed, Qingshan? What's the first step to attracting attention?"

"Hmm...sincere attitude?"

The girl chewing oden raised the hand that was not holding the skewer stupidly.

"Wow."

I really don't remember anything.

"Story, story, story, I've told it so many times."

Lin Sen waved the wooden stick in his hand like a strict teacher, "To put it more accurately, it means actively creating memes to attract the main force."

In fact, the several versions of Qingshan Xiazhi's self-introduction before the current performance were strictly designed and scrutinized by Lin Sen.

Where you come from and who you are are the first-level information that must be shaped and remembered.

Liking folk songs and liking singing are the core information that must establish a semiotic relationship with the former.

Fighting in Tokyo and striving for dreams is an important transition to enhance intimacy, gain empathy and pave the way for the song, and also serves to strengthen the core message.

This theory obviously made Qingshan Xiazhi a little stunned, and he could only blink blankly.

Then someone pinched Lin Sen's arm.

"So, could you please stop being so pedantic and just state your conclusion, Senior?"

"mine."

The ultimate goal of everything is also very simple.

It is to establish a friendly and familiar ultimate stereotype equation for all potential listeners who have the chance to encounter it.

Qingshan Xiazhi = the girl next door who likes to sing folk songs = the dreamer who has been working hard for this long-lasting goal for a long time = she sings very well.

If these four can be connected in series, there will be a chance of success.

Because people who are instilled with this subconscious mind will be able to realize this equation and think of the person at the first end when they meet any girl next door, listen to any folk song, see any story about dreams, and hear any good music.

"That sounds a bit too idealistic."

"But, this is what we are chasing."

Lin Sen responded to the short-haired girl's gaze, stood up, and picked up the wooden basin in front of him that was filled with only soup. "Isn't it?"

......

After returning the tableware to the kind Uncle Tiger and thanking him for cooking the midnight snack, we said goodbye.

Lin Sen and the girl beside him waved goodbye to another shadow that was walking on a different path.

Then, turn around and walk together.

It was almost dawn and only the dim light of street lamps remained on the streets.

A businessman who got up early bent down to insert the key and unlock the rolling door. He then glanced at his colleague who had just closed his shop next to him, yawned, rubbed his eyes, and sighed as he greeted him.

The clanging sound echoed far away in the silent night.

At first, neither half spoke.

After walking side by side for a while, they both stopped at a red stop sign in front of an empty traffic light.

When I reacted again, the girl next to me had already covered her face with her hands because of this tacit understanding.

"Senior, are you waiting even without a car?"

"Aren't you too."

They are all people who follow the rules and act cautiously, and they are also quiet but eager souls.

The soul that was worried about how to start communicating finally started talking.

"Kurosawa seems to be much more motivated recently than before."

Ms. Ito gently told the returning young person her unknown story. "She always told me happily that she felt that Qingshan and she were of the same kind, and she wanted to contribute to her dream."

"pretty good."

"Yes, what you said before was right. Seeing them working hard and enjoying themselves for their ideals gives me a sense of accomplishment."

"right."

The night and the journey home gradually became shorter in the midst of these conversations and responses.

The atmosphere was warm and wonderful until the topic naturally came to an end.

Lin Sen put his hands in his pockets with a look of unsatisfied feeling, and looked at his friend who had suddenly fallen silent with some regret, but found that she had turned around.

When she realized that she was about to run out of words, she ran towards the machine on the side of the human-shaped road.

Stand on tiptoe, insert coins, and press buttons.

The next moment, the drink was taken out by a hand with a clang.

Then, the girl turned around, smiled and reopened the topic.

"Would you like a Coke? Today, it's my treat."

Lin Sen was stunned.

But his eyes quickly cleared and he reached out his hand.

"Sure. Come to think of it, I rarely see Ito drink."

Well, next.

Let’s move on to the next topic.

Under the starry sky, under the night sky, a lovely figure took two light steps and handed over the bottle.

Then he returned to the young man, put his hands behind his back, and completed the role change.

Listening to him talk about things she didn't know.

Chapter 34: Just be brave and move forward

Monday.

Wake up.

Get up from the bed and walk to the mirror.

There was a pendant wrapped around his feet, rubbing against his legs with his waist bent, making a trembling humming sound.

"I'm thinking about eating all the time, I'm almost turning into a big flying pig."

Lin Sen bent down and picked up the orange juice.

From the side, the young man in the mirror seemed to have not changed at all, except for a bit more spirit mixed with a sense of laziness.

The orange cat in my hand has grown a lot bigger, but it still has an innocent expression on its face.

"Meow~"

When he was away, a caretaker probably served this little thing with delicious food every day.

But alas, the good times are over.

So a few minutes later, the big orange cat who was waiting in front of the food bowl with its body bent and its tail wagging looked at the cat food that was about to overflow from the bowl. Instead of rushing to eat it, it raised its head and looked back.

"Meow~"

"Gone."

"Meow~"

The orange cat jumped up again and tried to grab Lin Sen's trouser legs, but was able to escape.

I also sighed in my heart.

I'm thinking of discussing cat-raising ideas with a cat mom again.

I went out with this idea in mind, but all I found was a table that had been moved out in the corridor, and a dog-like creature scratching its messy blond hair and wrecking a piece of manuscript paper on the table in the warm morning sun.

Startled.

"Who are you?"

"Huh? Kuro-Kurosawa..."

"I know that. I mean, who are you?"

I turned my head to confirm that the sun still rose in the east today, and then I accepted my neighbor's change after hearing his fragmented explanation.

"I just suddenly feel like cheering myself up. I should also learn how to integrate into society, or something..."

"Was it Ito's suggestion?"

"Ugh...ah."

The expression that could not be hidden was immediately seen through, and the big golden retriever did not deny it, but just lay on the table sullenly again.

"That's remarkable progress, Kurosawa."

"Thank you, thank you."

"So, where is she?"

Lin Sen glanced at the closed door on the other side.

"He went out. He said he had arranged a training session for a high school student and wanted to take him to the appointment."

"Oh!"

The moment I realized it, I felt a little embarrassed.

Only then did I find the child named Niwa Yuzuru in my memory.

Before I knew it, I had become a hands-off boss. It seemed like the unemployed Ms. Ito was in charge during the period from the end of April to the beginning of May.

"Did you say where exactly it is?"

"No."

This is a headache.

In the old-fashioned metropolis, cheap mobile phones did not exist.