"Office..." Nakahara Chuuya seemed to want to say something, but he paused and walked towards the elevator first, "Forget it, follow me first."

"It's still very cold in Yokohama at night, so put on some clothes first."

Munechika followed Nakahara Chuuya into his office, and Nakahara Chuuya took a spare coat from the coat rack and threw it on Munechika.

The two did not stop in the office, left the port mafia building, and went straight to a restaurant.

The restaurant lobby is bright and clean. Perhaps because of its remote location, there don't seem to be many people dining in the lobby. You can smell the aroma of food wafting out from inside before you even enter.

Munechika's stomach made a rumbling sound.

You know, he wouldn't eat very much because of the concert. He just had some vegetable salad before going on stage, and it was already dark now.

The moon and stars shine dimly in the sky.

The moment his stomach growled, Munechika wanted to put his hat all over his face.

The whole body exudes the feeling of "Just let me die".

Nakahara Chuuya tightened his lips and asked the front desk for a private room, then pretended not to hear anything and led Munechika to find the way.

"Well, just order whatever you want."

He handed the menu to Munechika first, with a hint of smile in his voice that he couldn't hide even if he tried to suppress it.

The broken jar is broken, and Zongjin has moved on.

His ears turned red as he took it as if nothing had happened, and his eyes lit up the moment he opened the menu.

Ahhhhhh——

Meat! Dessert! Wine!!!

Munechika took a deep breath and said, "Can I order anything?"

Nakahara Chuuya nodded.

Munechika looked at the menu, quickly made his choice and calculated the calories, and was very excited. After placing the order, he saw that Nakahara Chuuya had twice as much as him.

Munechika: …

Damn it, he didn't dare to eat more.

Even an agent wouldn't chase you from another world with a knife in hand.

"What is the agency you just mentioned? "

They had to wait for a while before the food was served. Nakahara Chuuya handed the menu to the waiter, watched him leave, and sat closer to Zong.

"The Yokohama Entertainment General Agency mostly has packaged idols under its umbrella, but there are also members who focus on dancers, singers and actors. The specific arrangements depend on the agency and the agent." Seeing that Nakahara Chuuya seemed serious but was actually confused, Munechika decided to keep it simple.

"In short, it is a firm engaged in the entertainment industry."

Nakahara Chuuya: ...

He had seen the second half of Munechika's performance and had to say it was very

He is always inspiring, and one can be moved by his powerful control even through the screen. He was really attracted by the song and couldn't take his eyes off Munechika.

But that doesn't mean he can imagine the Big Sister also... performing on stage.

What can the big sister perform?

A bubble appeared above Nakahara Chuuya's head: a golden Yaksha was suspended behind Ozaki Kouyo, splitting the brick with a stick and sword. Applause came from the audience, and Ozaki Kouyo half covered her face and bowed slightly.

"What are the positions of big sister and...leader?" Nakahara Chuuya shook his head, it was a bit difficult to say.

Munechika called Mori Ogai the president. Normally, the president should not go on the stage like that. Nakahara Chuuya comforted himself and quickly erased the image in his mind that would make Mori Chef disillusioned.

"Ms. Momiji is a dancer who specializes in Sun Dance. Her classical dance is very beautiful." Munechika praised, without mentioning that Munechika had once been forced by Miss Momijika to dance Sun Dance.

"It's just that the Japanese dance venue refused to record the video, and tickets were hard to come by. Miss Hongye is a dancer by profession, but more often she is on the screen as a host."

Sundance?

The classical dance with paper fans and steps is indeed very subtle and suitable for Ozaki Koyo.

"President Mori is one of the shareholders of the firm."

Nakahara Chuuya just breathed a sigh of relief.

"But the notices he and President Fukuzawa received are almost catching up with Dazai, so in fact, they are almost the same as the artists."

"Before going on stage, I watched the replay of President Mori's variety show. He and President Fukuzawa lost a little game, and the host, Ms. Momiji, suggested that the two of them imitate the meowing of cats, and everyone agreed."

"Just like this, meow~"

Munechika clenched his fist and gestured to his ear, and then he saw Nakahara Chuuya cracking.

Munechika froze and asked cautiously.

"…Are you okay?"

“…No, it’s okay.” Nakahara Chuuya put his elbows on the table and supported his forehead with his hands. He couldn’t help but imagine Mori Ugai looking at him from the office, with Alice beside him. Then Mori Ugai stretched out a hand and spoke with a serious face, “Meow~”

Destroy it.

Sorry, Boss.

After the dishes were served, the meal was very quiet. Munechika happily drank the after-meal red wine, while Nakahara Chuuya sipped his wine beside him with a heavy face.

Indeed, he ordered very little, and basically only ate half full. Sochin had already noticed the condition of Nakahara Chuuya.

He put the cup down and cleared his throat.

“Hehe~”

The melody coming from the side made Nakahara Chuuya look over. As he turned his head to look over, the warm body temperature touched him.

The center of the eyebrows.

Munechika leaned forward on the table, one hand touching the middle of Nakahara Chuuya's brow. He looked at people with a blank expression, and seemed to be slightly gentle.

In fact, when Nakahara Chuuya lets down his guard and has his own personal time, he also has a soft side like this. However, as time goes by, this side no longer exists when it is exposed to outsiders.

The prelude of this song is a full half minute long.

Munechika tried to smooth out the brows with his fingertips, and opened his mouth to let his clear voice spread throughout the private room.

Even without accompaniment, he can still control his vocal range steadily.

"...It's a good opportunity for me to do something empathetic and go to the place that comes to my mind~"

Although it was clearly an a cappella performance, Nakahara Chuuya seemed to hear the faint sound of rock drums in his ears. The person in front of him sang very steadily, and the look in his eyes was so focused that it made his cheeks hot.

The center of the chest is beating faster.

"...Then how about kicking this lack of freedom and loneliness away with a sneer~"

"I will show you my ability to overturn the world—"

Munechika only sang the first part of the song, paused before the second verse, and tilted his head slightly.

"Unhappy?"

He loosened his hands, and the tense brows beneath his fingers had relaxed.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Under the warm light, Munechika has been doing a pleasing job for a long time. Even if he doesn't do it deliberately, he will always inadvertently bring some habits. When he stares at a person intently, his deep blue eyes with watery light seem to have a little smile. Just looking at people like this can make people relax their tense emotions and feel relaxed when they are attracted by him.

This will give people the illusion of being liked.

Zhongyuan Zhong can't sing, dance, or try to please others in this way.

Munechika was not flattering, he sang well and moved naturally, and although he had some work habits, he was more inclined to his private style. He obviously noticed that Nakahara Chuuya was in a bad mood, and simply wanted Nakahara Chuuya to be happier.

Such kindness is pure and precious.

Nakahara Chuuya looked at him and suddenly felt that he shouldn't use his own preconceived impressions to judge the other person.

His ears were burning so much that he couldn't cover his eyes and couldn't look any closer. He looked away as if he was showing weakness, as if he wanted to get out of this situation as soon as possible and changed his thoughts.

What if... the leader's meow... is also natural?