Masho no Otoko wo Mezashimasu

I'm at the TV station now. The interview at the school ended safely after Fukushima said something slightly superfluous, and it was finally the day that the contestants in the main battle met. Incidentally, it seems that the introduction of the contestants and the explanation of the contents of the battle will be the main plans for today.

It seems that the day when the battle will take place will be before summer vacation. Whatever it is, it is my first meeting with another contestant today. For some reason, I often get a negative impression of men, so I'll keep it quiet today. Guided by a member of the staff, he walked through the TV station and saw two guards standing.

"Mr. Qino, there is a waiting room for those who will compete in the Men's King's Championship at this corner. There is a name on the front of each room, so please use a room with your own name. Please be assured that we are investigating wiretaps, photography, etc. in advance."

Ha.

"Well then, when the time comes, I'll call you... and you can eat the lunch or whatever you want in your room."

"Okay."

I'll take the corner through the guards. The waiting room is lined up as I was told. But before that, a boy leans against the wall. He has a handsome vibe, one of the rivals I named after watching the qualifiers.

The atmosphere is handsome, but I don't think he will talk to me. I didn't have anything to talk about, so when I tried to walk in silence, his leg was slipped out.

Apparently, he's trying to harass or inculcate a bad consciousness about him before the election starts. I thought that his thoughts would fall on the street.

Ah!

The atmosphere is as handsome as you think, with your feet hanging and falling. The only difference is that I fell and fell flashy. Specifically, I rolled about three revolutions, and every time I turned, I made a flashy sound, just like I raised my voice...

But then, again, the guards who heard the loud noise rushed out of the room, and the contestants who were already in the room came out. The guards who rushed in rushed towards me, watching me fall down.

"Are you okay!? What happened!?

"Can you stand up? Should I call an ambulance?

I'll tell the guards I'm worried. I fell flashy and made a loud noise almost by myself. I can only say that it is okay if asked. In fact, the atmosphere of the hanging feet was so handsome that he looked at us with a dazed expression saying he didn't know what had happened.

"Are you sure you're okay? Does it look spicy?

"Yes, yes. I was just forced to fall by him there....."

I wonder who said that!? I heard all sorts of voices, so it's probably everyone here. 'Cause he sounded like a party, too.

"Is what he says true?

One of the guards asks a handsome man about the atmosphere.

"Eh, no... well..."

The atmosphere is handsome and doesn't return clear answers.... it's a crying scene with a very handsome name. If you take the atmosphere from good-looking, it's just good-looking.... No, I'm just getting promoted.

"I got my feet on, too!

"Me too... well, unlike the unusual guy who rolled around, I avoided it splendidly..."

There's nothing left to do.

Me too. Nothing has been done. Even if they were, they would crawl on the ground. "

Oops, here comes the backup shooting. I see, there's a guy who's not doing it because he's afraid of turning his tail. Are you saying you're smart or are you saying you're small?

"Excuse me, can I talk to you in a different room?

"Chi, no! He fell on his own!

Really? Find out more in a different room.... "

Maybe he's going to lose here... or are you going to tell people that he won the qualifiers and didn't leave the real game? Perhaps people around me are getting a lot of cheers. Very pathetic.

... no, wait a minute, this tastes bad on the show. It's like adding water to a show that's so exciting. Mr Eto ran into alcohol with tears. That's no good. I realized that. I stopped the guards trying to take the good-looking guy.

"Um... fortunately, I don't have any major injuries, so I'm not going to blame him.... there's going to be a men's king match. I don't think he deserves to be named king for what he did so cowardly. I will faithfully tell him that in the battle!

"But we're also doing our job."

"Please."

I stare at the guard with my eyes wet.

"Ugh... I see. Are you sure you're okay with your injury?

"Yes, no problem."

The guards looked at each other.

"I see. I'll leave this matter to you."

"Thank you."

"Ah, of course! Fucking roll! On purpose, anyway!

The atmosphere was handsome and he went back to his waiting room early enough.... you bastard, you're in a good place.

The guards sighed at him. He said he'd get back to work and left. The boys who were watching the situation just now are already back in the waiting room because they are no longer interested. Now, I was stretching out thinking I might enter the waiting room, and I was called from behind.

Stay out of the way.

It is a familiar voice.

"Oh, thank you. It's been a long time."

"Something happened."

Vice President Hibiya said so, but he went to his waiting room without interest.

"Can I tell you what happened?

"I don't need it. You're a rotten bastard. You did something."

Vice President Hibiya said so and entered the waiting room without a glance at me.... wouldn't my reputation be too bad?