MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 185 : Sakura pendant

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Tokyo, Taito District.

The black car was driving on the wide road, and this special car led to the Tokyo Cultural Center, the third public performance venue where Yuzuru Toshio was.

Along the way, you can see Ueno Park in Taito District. This is the most famous cherry blossom viewing spot in Tokyo. At this time of the year, as many as 1,200 cherry blossoms in the park will bloom together, and then drift like rain.

The car entered the slow driving lane, and at the end of the road was the cultural center built by the top Japanese architect, Kunio Shikawa.

The roadside has been pulled up in advance, and the road is also overcrowded.

The reason for such a huge flow of Tokyo Bunka Hall is that Yu Xian was young on the one hand, and Shenhualing was on the other hand. These two top players who have received much attention on the Starlight Awards player list are about to collide head-on in the third public performance competition.

The momentary limelight overwhelmed the cherry blossom festival two days later.

It's quite interesting.

The news of Shenhuiling is also well hidden in this clubhouse. It only broke out early this morning. Not long after the news was released by the media, the news had already entered the entertainment news list.

Before that, the news that Yu Xian Zhisheng's album was on sale was firmly occupying the entertainment news list.

Is it intentional? Don't guess, it must be intentional.

This set of dark rules is the basic exercise of the entertainment industry.

The driver drove the car slowly, and sitting next to Yuzuru Zhisheng was Principal Kazuki Sawano.

Today is a rare sunny day.

The blue sky and the white clouds piled up like mountains. Looking up through the car window, I felt like I was peeping at the scenery under the skirt of the sky girl. The sky girl also noticed it, covered her butt, and ordered the wind to blow the clouds away.

Yu Xian Zhisheng withdrew his gaze, propped his cheeks and looked at the crowd in front of him.

The school uniform on his body was neatly ironed, his side face was soft in the shadow of the sun, and the golden camphor tree school emblem was on his chest, reflecting the light that came in.

Today is not an ordinary day.

It's a day that makes people nervous and looking forward to it at the same time.

It has nothing to do with the appearance of the gods.

Whether it was him or not, Yu Xianzhisheng didn't care about it.

For him, he cares more about album sales.

The sale of the album is a kind of recognition and proof of strength.

No matter how much the outside world praises or abuses, as long as that number is there, the nature of success is fixed and will never change.

This is the sweet trouble. While you believe in yourself, you can't get rid of other distracting elements.

Even the veteran singers on the red and white song list have periods when they are very popular.

Sometimes, even the singer himself can't figure out exactly where he failed, and he has already failed.

For Yu Xianzhisheng, what decides today is not only the sales volume of his albums, but also whether he can become the youngest multi-millionaire in the entertainment industry after today.

Principal Zeye next to him nodded while talking on the phone. After saying thanks, he hung up the phone.

"I just contacted my friends on the TV station, and Shenhuiling is really coming for you." Zeye Kazushu forced a smile and shook his phone, "It wasn't this club that he drew at first, for you, He switched venues with a member of the team, and it was their cellist who had been drawn to the Tokyo Cultural Center."

"You can actually change the clubhouse." Yu Xianzhi said.

"According to the rules, it can't be changed, but the four major financial groups have introduced investment in the Starlight Awards, and the program team will not offend the financial group because of this privilege. From another perspective, the program team also wants to explode the program effect. It can cause this It's just you and him."

"It's his style, he doesn't take revenge overnight. Last time he took the number one spot in the live broadcast of his election day away from you. He wants to take face back from you. The top management of the group expected that he would definitely confront you head-on. I just didn't expect the opponent's action to be so early."

"You feel a little nervous?" Sawano Kazuki asked.

Yu Xianzhisheng nodded: "Yes."

"Because of God's painting spirit?"

"No, because of the album." Yu Xianzhi looked out the window.

Outside the window was a bustling crowd. Most of them were elderly women, and there were not a few young women. The girls in JK uniforms and skirts from the academy collectively carried cheer cards and waited outside the venue in an orderly manner.

They entered the stadium without tickets, just to send cheers at the moment when the players got off the bus. They were not wild fans, but a specially organized fan association. The members came from schools all over Tokyo, and the age was composed of college students and high schools. between births.

The closest to the Tokyo Cultural Center is the Tokyo University of the Arts, which is Kazuki Sawano's alma mater. A large group of Yu Xian Zhisheng's senior sisters came and searched for Yu Xian Zhisheng's special car in the convoy.

No one dislikes this young little brother.

In their eyes, he is a little prince with a bright smile, but for the entire Tokyo Academy of Arts, he is a rising star, an ace standing in front of Keio's private school.

In addition, there are high school girls in school uniforms, holding hands in groups of three or five, with their necks raised, looking into the depths of the crowd like birds.

"So cute." Yu Xianzhi said suddenly.

"What?" Kazuki asked.

Yu Xianzhi pointed to the schoolbag of a high school girl with a finger. On her schoolbag was a small puppet of a fish with a sun hat, which was a custom-made personal image doll for him by fans.

The doll hung right next to the girl's ass, and as the girl walked forward, the doll bumped against her ass.

Sawano Kazuki saw it.

The old and the young laughed in unison.

"Want to say hi to your fans?"

"Can you?"

"Yes, it's not like crossing the cordon to catch you. That girl doesn't seem to have practiced hurdles."

When the car drove a little in front of the girl, Yu Xianzhi rolled down the window and waved at the girl.

The girl was stunned for a second, as if time had frozen, she stayed where she was, then jumped up, waved her hand desperately, and shouted Yu Xianzhisheng's name.

"Thank you for liking me." Yu Xianzhi made a mouth-to-mouth comparison.

Silent thanks, like cherry blossoms blown by the wind.

To avoid causing a commotion, Yuzuru closed the car window.

The girl stood there, watching the car get further and further away, she chased after it, like a fish entering the sea, but the sea was too deep and blue, and she lost her way when she blended into the crowd.

Every once in a while, there will be a burst of screams in front of the clubhouse, which is the screams of the fans before the players get off the bus and enter the clubhouse.

Yu Xian Zhisheng watched silently.

He has seen too many scenes like this, his palms are dry and there is no trace of sweating.

"It's your turn." Sawano Kazuki said, "Don't stay too long, I know today is the first day of your album's sale. If you want to thank the fans, you can post a video later, don't stay too long."

"I see." Yu Xianzhi said.

Sawano Kazuki got out of the car first, walked to Yu Xian Zhisheng's car door, opened the car door for him, and blocked the door with his wide hand.

Yu Xian Zhisheng stepped out of the car with ordinary white sneakers.

The world was like that, silent for a second.

Yu Xianzhisheng smiled and bowed deeply to the fans.

Then he raised his head, nodded in greeting, and followed Zeye and Shu to the hall.

The flashes flickered, breaking the silence.

The reassembled fragments reflected the screams of the fans, refracted back and forth, and rushed towards the sky above Tokyo.

......

"Come on." Ji Gong Yunqiu said.

"I see." Shen Huiling stood in the lounge, Dan Dan said ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Behind her stood a boy, the cellist Hideyoshi Saito in the team - the only one in Keio's private school The student who can tie with Mori Hua, in that cello competition, Mori Hua said that the person who needs her help to defeat is him.

The news broke that Shenhuiling was also in this clubhouse, and Sawano Kazuki said that Shenhuiling and the team members were replaced, but in fact what happened in front of them was not a replacement.

I don’t know if it’s luck or bad luck. The place that a student from another college was drawn here was directly taken away by Shenhuiling. The student was sent to another venue, but Hideyoshi Saito’s place was not replaced. Lose.

"I will use T1-level songs." Saito Hideyoshi said.

"Do you remember that story from yesterday?" Shen Huiling asked softly.

"Remember."

The story of ancient China, she likes this story very much and never tires of reading it.

Tian Ji races horses.

"Let him be the inferior horse tonight." After Shen Huiling finished speaking, he sat leisurely on the chair and played the mini game "Air Combat 1990" on his mobile phone.

At the moment when the boss was blasted, she looked up at the huge French window, unable to open her eyes from the sun.

Tian Ji still needs three chances to race horses, but unfortunately the boy only has one chance to play cards, and none of her men are inferior horses.

In front of the real strength crushing, what can Xiaoqing be considered.

The life cycle of cherry blossoms in full bloom is only a few days. After a few days, the cherry blossoms will wither and never be found again. She desperately wants to see his withering, and there is no room for resurrection. In this way, no one can stand in front of him and block the light that should belong to him.

Facing the warm afternoon sun, she smiled brightly.

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