Get to the station. No, I'm surrounded by show staff.
The greeting is also taken there to the conference room, where the inquiry momentum begins the questioning attack.
He can't help but wonder how I secured the moron.
"So. So. What kind of child did you help? Is she cute? Are you going to be on our show? Do you think you can get the numbers?
"... you prepared a foreign sakura, didn't you? One of them was touching my body. Mitsuko Shibata is a child. His stage name is Emily."
As soon as possible, the surroundings freeze.
Kurosawa P. looks away from me and clouds the words, "I mean, I was just a cooperative neighbor".
Then dozens of minutes.
As a result of continuing discussions, this incident was not to be taken up on the show.
I wish I had helped the average girl, but it doesn't taste good when the kid I was going to use in Sakura is the one I'm dealing with. I might continue to co-star on the show, and I wonder if they suspect me of planting it. Summarizing P Kurosawa's claim, that was largely the case.
I have no objection, so I guess this matter will be dealt with internally.
"Maybe some other station will cover it on the news. I regret it."
Hit Kurosawa P with a crease between his eyebrows and ask a question.
"Is Emily okay?
"Huh?"
"An old girl wandered off on me in the morning. Are you in a state where you can be on the show?
"Uh, you're not well.... Mr. Neutral, you're familiar with the ecology of teenage girls. Well, it's enough to get engaged to JK. Every day is a tea ager party."
I haven't been well at all since I got here, says the little fat producer.
"No. So I was so late, I tried to scold you, actually. But he's bright blue, and he says he got into train trouble. I thought you saw him in a personal accident, but I didn't know he was a party to the moron damage."
Why didn't you tell me that sooner? and P Kurosawa is stroking his jaw.
I guess this guy doesn't come to mind because his ethics are lightly broken, but I think it takes courage inside to tell around that girls of his age have been "demented"......
"I don't know what to do. Should I drop that kid off? You won't be able to play Bright Geezin with that. Would you like to arrange another child for now?"
Why are you going in that direction, and stop Kurosawa P.
Quarantine the victim, not the perpetrator. How can morons and school bullies be solved in this way?
"I'll follow in. You just have to make it available again, right?
An actress aspiring girl is finally taking a chance at a TV job. I would be sorry to lose my job for this reason.
Besides... Emily Mitsuko Shibata is a possible interworld official.
I'd like to keep it beside me if possible. I'd appreciate it if she could stay in the co-star's seat.
"Mr. Neutral is bloodthirsty."
He laughs at me with a frightened voice, but ignores me and goes looking for a photon.
Hot blood. Sure there is, but at the same time cold calculations work. Both of them are my nature.
I shake off the staff I follow and run for the playhouse.
I find it tempting to show my face in that girls' school classroom space, but not if I'm just saying so right now.
"Emily! Come on!
When I opened the door, the countless faces that were inside turned this way. Dozens of things, dressed girls. Hair and clothing colors vary widely, but eyes are mostly black.
In it, I found groups with blue or gray eyes.
It's Chloe and the others.
The Sakura group, consisting of half and foreign girls, had been consolidated by making sure to lean in the corner of the dressing room.
They float with the other girls, both in position and race, so I guess they are gathered together between those in the same situation.
"You were late."
Cuttlefish and Rio approached me from the side, but "You're Later" I control with my hands.
The text appeared on the clap [party member, Rio Saito's liking increased by 009940].
Apparently, not only the status appraisal, but also the system messages are being displayed strangely.
"Yeah...... Huh! I'll wait with the good boy...! I'll wait even decades. Ugh!
Eat your deposit and leave the excited Rio alone and get close to the foreign girls.
Apparently there's another one besides Chloe and Emily, the red-haired girl.
"... light... is Emily okay?
Emily, if you look at her, is holding her knees on the futon. A red-haired girl, kneeling next door, kept rubbing her back worryingly.
"I feel so sorry for you. Wow. I feel totally masculine. Let go."
"... get out of the way?
"I was still okay when I got here. I did. I have a photographer with a lot of body touch. Remember what they did on the train."
A red-haired girl turns her face here. The colour of the eyes is green. Is it Caracon?
Again, observe the girl.
Slim and tall, a baseball cap worn backwards and backwards on the head. Even though it's still chilly, it's a black camisole on top and a coordination called Hot Pants on the bottom. The overall impression is that "Active American Daughter" sticks. A European and American girl gives you a fluent Kyoto valve to see that?
I couldn't keep up with my brain processing and I was completely rigid.
"Speaking of which, Neutral Han helped Emily. What did you do? I lost my temper. As a friend, I'd like to thank you."
"Is that it? Are you saying that one of your parents is Japanese, and you put in Karakon? [M] Is your mother a soldering Kyo beauty?"
"Shit. We're both American in father and mother, and we're pure white. The name is also western, says Rebecca. If we all open our mouths, we'll harden up like Neutral Han."
"... well... you'd be surprised"
He's a red-haired white man, his name is Rebecca, and when he talks, he's Kyoto Valve.
Wouldn't anyone be confused?
"My heart is Japanese, but hey. Let's do an image of Japan before we were born as a country of ninjas, samurai, and geishas rather than cartoons and comics? Or my parents, too, were attracted to that and naturalized. Traditional Japanese culture means yes, I live in Kyoto and use Kyoto valves to pass through my house. Thanks to you, this is what happened to us."
"Gap with appearance. Wow, that."
"Everyone at the station tells me to behave like Gaijin, but what am I supposed to do, yeah? We usually wear kimonos.... do you do something about Emily more than we do?
Yes, it was.
I was totally distracted by the Americans, but my aim is to put exploration into it as I follow Emily.
"Are you all right?
He turns me away and puts my gaze at the same height as Emily.
Emerald green eyes point a weak gaze at me. Eyes moistened with tears, with colour contact.
"... I couldn't. If a man touches me again, I'll remember."
Emily speaks in a weak voice.
But this girl must have given me a thank you kiss.
Are you sure you're getting scared of guys? Isn't that an act?
Or it's true that you got scared of men, but what made you need to come into contact with me about anything?
I cared about the girl in front of me, but at the same time I was suspicious.
I don't like my condition, but it is a habit I have acquired in the life of a brave man.
The habit of being overly alert to the first person I meet is unstoppable to me either. It's the price of being butched into the battlefield and being cut and cut for years.
"Did you get scared of men?...... then am I scared too? If we shouldn't talk, we will."
"... Mr. Neutral is fine"
Emily told him in tears.
I'm fine. Why? What are you hiding?
"Because I'm your benefactor?
"... mmm..."
Neutral Han Neutral Han, and her sleeve is pulled. Rebecca, an American in the Kyoto Valve, came close to me.
"This kid is a fan of Nakatsu Han since he debuted"
"... what?
"On top of the muscle fetish, it seems that Neutral Han resembles his father. This job can also be performed with Neutral Han, so much so that I took it on. I don't know if I'm okay with that."
Don't be embarrassed, and Emily pounds Rebecca on the shoulder.
... fans since I debuted?
Huh?
Then this kid, he's definitely not a bad kid. There's no way such a good boy is a different world official.
You should take a good look. You're an ass. You don't have to look closely. Your breasts look big.
Wow......
Shine, are you doing this? I don't know. You have to send a sweet and sour message every night, keep interacting with your long-awaited brother Pozi, and gently tell him, "Eyes on a man younger than me," and watch this kid until he marries someone other than me. You want to be introduced to the ceremony as a companion and "I took care of you more than my real father, he's my other father".
And a few years later, he got a yearbook that said, 'I named him Kaiske for the child I was born with,' and it was just a life of wanting to burst into tears.
"Oops."
Shake your head with a boom and bring your consciousness back to reality.
If a half-breasted, beautiful-breasted middle school girl makes a fan declaration, this is what anyone will do. This is a natural reaction as a human being. It's not my fault.
"Do I look like Emily's father? But your father is American."
What does it mean that race is similar?
The suspicious part is, even one needs to be crushed. I think I'm doing something with a bad personality, but I have to keep in mind.
"... because your father, too, is in a guttered shape"
"Hmm."
"And then"
"And?"
You're a father soldier, right, and Emily shrugs.
"Work at the base. I'm in a great position."
"A U.S. soldier."
"Yes.... when I was little, he also went to the Middle East. I think I've caught a lot of scary eyes. I guess it's because of that. I sometimes have very lonely eyes. My eyes were kind of like Mr. Neutral's."
"Me and a U.S. soldier back in the Middle East, look alike?
"It's crazy, isn't it? Mr. Neutral is an entertainer in a peaceful country. But the atmosphere is similar."
... Sure, I'm like a returning soldier.
A person who has experienced a hell of a battlefield and has lost all sorts of things.
Even if Emily feels the same smell from me as her father, it's not unnatural.
Is this kid not lying?
Are you really a fan of mine?
"... If Mr. Neutral hugs me, I might have the courage..."
Emily said with a glaring look.
I feel like I've switched to the air in the dressing room, something tingly. Mainly the kids who made pillow sales attempts on me are clearly angry.
"... like your father, if you let me, I might be able to work normally,"