Masho no Otoko wo Mezashimasu

"Eto-san, are you sure you want to do this?

"Yeah, I'm gonna have to give you a big number here."

Michima, the director who is making the program with the sentence, looks at the proposal that the sentence comes out and asks with a worrying face. That should be the case, because the proposal contained a crazy plan inspired by the National High School Boys Kings Competition. This project, which focuses mainly on men who are taboo to be used in today's variety shows, has the potential to be catastrophic and inflammatory if one step is taken wrong, so there is no need to worry about the road between them. Of course, I understand that if we succeed, the numbers can be taken with certainty, but it is the truth between the roads that the risk is too high and I don't want to do it.

Current variations are dominated by more stable viewership than risk-taking. Michima again turned her attention to the proposal. In the project, the regular team of the show focused almost exclusively on moderation progress, interviews with participating high school students, etc., and the boys and girls in the middle of puberty are the main ones who move, so it is too difficult to treat and tears come out. At this point, the stomach between the roads is already tingling and painful.

"That said, it depends on today's recording of the most important high school boys gathering."

Did you notice that between the roads, Eto was following me for a while.

"Well, at the end of the show, you're going to advertise this project, right? Maybe Eto-san's kid promotes it?

"Yes, anonymously and facially, I'll have you advertise the show."

Hah, are we really going to get together?

……

The careless words between the roads hold the stomach down. I found that Michima felt considerable pressure on the sentences in that technique, and I was able to understand whether the sentences were betting on this project or not.

"... Mr. Eto"

"What?"

"Let's do it, let's do it."

Eto opened his eyes to the words between the roads. and responds forcefully.

"Yes, of course!

I don't know what's going to happen. If I fail, I won't be able to catch my eye, but if I succeed, I can expect a president's award. They felt the exaltation they hadn't felt in a long time.

"But, Eto-san, is that really a boy?

"What are you talking about?

"I'm sorry to say this, but I can't believe Mr. Eto knows a boy."

"Nnah! Don't be ridiculous! I know a beautiful boy!

"Hmm, I don't doubt it anyway..."

"I'll be here in a few minutes, so look closely. I know you! I got a call."

When he answered the phone in a hurry, he said he would pick him up and hurried out of the room.

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I came to the TV station where Mr. Eto works. It is a television station that is a major national broadcaster. In other words, the sushi from the previous day was what the industry called a silver seat called a sheath. It's not Ginza.... but if you think about it carefully, isn't it quite a busy job to incite high school boys who are cherished on programs that are spread all over the country? Well, even if they found out, it wouldn't be a problem if they said they followed the script.

Amber and Eto are here.

For safety's sake, Maria, who was coming with me, notices and tells Eto first.

"Hey, hey, nice to meet you."

"Hello, thank you for today.

Maria lowers her head quietly.

"No, that's what I'm asking you for..."

"You're going to include the advertisement today, right?

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry to bother you, but come here."

Mr. Michima, who is the director in the room that Mr. Eto guided me into, was introduced. Somehow when I saw him, he murmured that a beautiful boy had really come. Let me just say I don't feel bad. After that, I was guided to the studio where I would record today.

"Amber, you don't need makeup, do you?

"Yeah, that's how I hide my face."

That's what I'm saying. I'm going to show Mr. Eto the mask Maria handed me. A Venetian mask, a hat with wings, and Maria's special small voice changer on the mask.

Well, you're all set, then I'll start recording in ten minutes, please.

"Yes, good luck! Thank you very much."

Keep pecori and head down and keep a healthy boy's appeal on the record. Failure to do so will relieve the negative impression. In fact, the staff's reaction changed from one that was scary to one that was delicate. Let me tell you something.

"Ah, ahh, ahh, how's Maria's voice, like a dick?

"Yes, from Amber's usual beautiful voice to an inorganic mechanical voice."

Okay, I guess I'll do my best.

"Welcome."

I sit in the designated chair and wait quietly. Finally, the style signal begins, the countdown begins, and the recording begins.

"Hey, boys from high school all over the country. Good evening, pigs."

Is that it? You said something different from the script... well, let's keep recording it.