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Nakagawa Shin didn't know Wakaba Mutsu's exact height, but he could only estimate that he was about the same height as Xiangzi.
“…Look, it hurts.”
There is no need to look at the big screen, just from the sound system, you can hear the crisp sound of finger bones being broken one by one... It's really scary.
Wakaba Mutsu, with a pale face, leaned close to Nakagawa Nobuyuki's ear and whispered softly.
But even so, Ruo Yemu was still reluctant to take his eyes away from the screen, as if this kind of movie was some precious treasure.
“That’s how this series is…”
Feeling that Wakaba Mu's body was twisting uncomfortably, Nakagawa Nobuyuki reluctantly moved closer to Wakaba Mu and reminded him in a low voice.
To put it bluntly, Nakagawa Nobuyuki actually didn't expect that Wakaba Mu would be interested in this. He thought that classmate Xiao Mu would be more interested in feature films.
"……Um."
With his brows tightly furrowed, Ruoye Mu nodded gently, suppressed his uncomfortable mood and feeling, and silently hugged the popcorn tube in his arms tighter.
Some...I don’t want to eat anymore.
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The cinema's lounge area.
"Are you feeling better now?"
After taking Wakaba Mutsu's small bag, Nakagawa Nobuyuki, who was sitting in the booth, looked at Wakaba Mutsu, who was pale, with his head buried, and obviously in pain, and asked softly.
Just now in the cinema, when the plot had just ended, Nakagawa Nobuyuki originally planned to see if there were any easter eggs, but as soon as the subtitles came out, classmate Xiaomu, whose face turned pale, couldn't help it, so Nakagawa Nobuyuki had to leave early with Xiaomu.
“…I feel better now.”
After a while, Ruoye Mu, who was holding the wet wipes he had just used to wipe his face tightly in his hand, slowly exhaled, raised his head, smiled slightly, and answered softly.
This movie is indeed a bit... a bit scary, but... it feels very novel.
Especially, the feeling of watching a movie with Xin... is so comfortable.
"Since you are so uncomfortable, why don't you just say it earlier..."
Seeing that Wakaba Mutsu in front of him had finally returned to normal, Nakagawa Nobuyuki breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head helplessly.
He didn't feel anything special after watching it, although he did feel a little uncomfortable... But classmate Xiao Mu kept grabbing his sleeve and refused to let go when he came out just now.
"Next time you come out, you should try something else, right?"
Nakagawa Nobuyuki sighed, slowly stood up with the help of the table, and extended his hand to Wakaba Mutsu.
At least next time... don't look so miserable.
"……Um."
After a moment of hesitation, Ruo Yemu nodded silently and slowly placed his hand on Zhonghe Xin's hand.
Next time... come out?
Is this a promise?
"..."
It seemed as if he suddenly had some important goal under his feet. He pulled Xin, who was still confused, and walked towards the elevator downstairs.
"No? Mu-san...you don't want to eat popcorn...?"
Being suddenly dragged out, Nakagawa Nobuyuki, who was still a little dazed, turned around and glanced at the popcorn bucket on the table, and subconsciously spoke to remind him.
"…Xin, let's go look at some suits."
On the descending escalator, Wakaba Mu blinked his eyes, which were shining with inexplicable light, and looked at Nakagawa Nobuyuki who was being held tightly by him.
…Xin’s hand felt warm when I held it, and it was very different from my own.
...My fingertips must be very rough from practicing guitar all the time.
Thinking of this, Ruo Yemu quietly moved his fingertips slightly.
When I was learning flower arrangement, my senior Meizhu once warned me: "Use soft fingertips to feel the flowers... Rough fingertips cannot feel the texture of the flower branches."
I don’t understand the branches and textures, and I’m not interested in them, but I know… People on the Internet say that soft hands are more comfortable to hold… Well, that’s what ChatGPT told me.
"……Suit?"
Hearing what Ruoye Mu said, Nakagawa Xin's brows twitched slightly, and his expression suddenly became somewhat awkward.
No...it’s fine that classmate Mu has been thinking about this since just now, the key point is, is it really necessary for me to wear this kind of clothes at this stage...AveMujica has obviously not developed to the point where it needs a proper agent to come forward, right?
Besides, even if I could show up, I still don’t understand what the agent should do…
Thinking of this, Nakagawa Nobuyuki cleared his throat and wanted to refuse on the spot.
But...looking at Xiao Mu's bright and cheerful eyes blinking at him, Zhonghe Xin suddenly forgot how to speak.
"...Yeah, a suit."
Nodding vigorously, Ruoye Mu, who had just stepped off the escalator, raised his hand slightly, pointed to the custom-made suit shop not far away, and said in an inexplicably brisk tone:
"I'll need to wear it in the future, so I need it."
Looking at the very happy classmate Xiao Mu in front of him, Nakagawa Shin still sighed. Although he felt a little reluctant, he still poured a basin of cold water on him (at least Nakagawa Shin himself thought so).
"Even if you say so... But I obviously don't have the financial resources to order a suit from a place like this..."
Da da.
Xiao Mu suddenly stopped and his heels made a crisp sound on the tile floor.
"...?"
Looking at Zhonghe Xin in front of him, Ruoye Mu blinked with a strange look on his face, and said in confusion:
"…I still have plenty of pocket money, so why not?"
After saying that, looking at Nakagawa Nobuyuki who seemed to be unresponsive in front of him, Ruoye Mu tilted his head in confusion, as if Nakagawa Nobuyuki was the strangest person.
Since Xin is his agent, his friend, and his bandmate, why should he pay now?
I don't understand.
"That's fine...right?"
Nakagawa Nobuyuki nodded with a subtle expression, and as he followed Wakaba Mu slowly into the suit shop, he suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
…How should I put it? I feel like I’m a gigolo or something. Is this really okay…?
However, before Nakagawa Nobuyuki could ask any more questions, he was hurriedly dragged to the suit shop by Wakaba Mutsu, who was looking forward to it.
It should be said that this kind of suit shop that can be opened in the core business district is indeed different... The decoration is obviously high-end and not a little bit...
In addition, as soon as they entered the door, the shop assistant suddenly appeared in front of them with a smile like an imperceptible breeze.
...No, I think he can be an assassin.
Although he was secretly complaining in his heart, Nakagawa Nobuyuki still tried his best to put on an expression as if nothing had happened.
"Hello, do you need custom-made clothing or clothing or do you want to see ready-made clothing?"
The saleslady, who was wearing a dark tweed uniform, was looking at the two people in front of her with a very decent smile, gently pressing her wrist.
At the same time, the salesgirl's eyes swept lightly over Nakagawa Nobuyuki's outfit, which was ordinary but smart and energetic.
Well... a very simple solid color scheme, tweed light brown trousers, and a white shirt that is ironed perfectly... There are no unnecessary matching or accessories, it's really pure, giving a youthful and energetic feeling.
The only minor issue…is that there are some minor issues with the collar of the shirt…it doesn’t feel like the shirt this gentleman normally wears.
The green-haired girl on the other side... must be this gentleman's female companion.
Compared to this gentleman... this lady's outfit actually looks simpler, just a plaid dress and a plain black neckband... But just like that gentleman, although there is nothing deliberately matched, it gives people a very [clean] feeling.
These two... must be people who understand fashion and trends very well!
The shop assistant was certain of this in her heart.
However, Nakagawa Nobuyuki actually just had no other clothes to wear. Even this pair of light brown tweed trousers were Yuqiu's summer school uniform trousers... Fortunately, Nakagawa Nobuyuki loved life on weekdays, and after washing clothes, he would always iron them if they were wrinkled.
As for Mu...Based on Mu's looks and that extraordinary extraordinary temperament, it is actually hard to imagine that there would be any clothes that would not look good on Mu.
“…custom-made.”
Looking at the shop assistant in front of him who was looking at him with an earnest gaze, Ruo Yemu suddenly felt a little shy. He quietly shrank closer to Zhonghe Xin and spoke in a soft voice.
However, just after he finished speaking, Ruo Yemu's gaze disobeyed and ran to the garment area, and he secretly glanced around.
...I think that tweed one will look very handsome on you.
And the one with herringbone pattern, if Xin wears it... he'll look like a gangster in some movie... Yeah, it looks good too.
“…I also want ready-made clothes.”
Her fingers gently stirred the edge of her skirt, and with a slightly red face, Ruoye Mu then spoke in a low voice.
I wouldn’t buy anything with my pocket money…but when I think about Xin wearing the clothes I bought for him and going to various places…I feel very happy.
"Okay... um, is it this gentleman, or you?"
The salesgirl nodded, bent down with a smile, and stretched out her arm toward the other side of the store.
"...Xin, make custom clothes...I will help Xin look at the ready-made clothes."
With a slight smile, Ruo Yemu's gaze on the garment area quietly became a little dizzy. He probably had already played some dress-up game in his mind.
"Okay, sir, please follow me."
After hearing the clerk's voice, Nakagawa Nobuyuki, who had just been looking at the price tag, silently withdrew his gaze with a little comment.
The prices here are horrible... Honestly, I can't even afford this even if I sell myself...
Nakagawa Nobuyuki just spotted a ready-made woolen jacket, and it was selling for 80,000 yen... Although the texture was really good, 80,000 yen was really too...
I'll even have to order it custom-made later... Although I knew that classmate Mu was a wealthy woman or something, I didn't expect it to be at this level... It's too scary.
To be honest, if I had known that any item in this store would start at five figures, I would not have come in today no matter what Xiaomu said... Now I am really in a dilemma, I am on a tiger's back and I can't back down.
Let's go. It's impossible to leave now... Don't leave? If Xiao Mu really wants to buy it, should I keep it myself or not?
Not to mention that Xiaomu’s current attitude... doesn’t look like he’s just here for a stroll.
Frowning in annoyance, Nakagawa Nobuyuki still followed the salesgirl to the place where the body was measured, and then followed a tall, thin, about fifty-year-old, serious-looking old man into the measurement room.
Let's take it one step at a time... If classmate Mu really gave me something valuable like this, I can't just take advantage of it and act like a good kid, right? Sometimes, accepting something is a sign of respect for others, right...?
While being surrounded by a tape measure and accompanying the old man to record various body circumference data, Nakagawa Nobuyuki was pondering and hesitating about such things.
Even in the reception room on the side, Nakagawa Nobuyuki, with his chin in his hand, was still lost in thought.
"…Um, sir?"
The shop assistant waved her hand slightly in front of Nakagawa Nobuyuki and gently interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh, I'm listening, I'm listening... You were just asking about the purpose, right?"
After coming back to his senses, Nakagawa Nobuyuki cleared his throat and spoke softly: "...It should be a more formal occasion, but the level should not be particularly formal..."
Since Mu said it was because he was the manager...then I should just follow the standards of a manager. Also, since I'm the manager of a girl band, I can't dress too rigidly. I should be steady but also a little light.
"Well... Miss Mu has already told me some other things. You just need to consider the fabric and pattern."
After the clerk wrote down Nakagawa Nobuyuki's request, she smiled and took out a leather wallet that looked like a book.
If you turn it over, you will see pieces of various fabrics for Nakagawa Nobuyuki to choose from.
But... I don't know if it's Nakagawa Nobuyuki's illusion, but why is it that this wallet is filled with almost all kinds of plaid fabrics?
After pretending to pick for a long time, Nakagawa Nobuyuki, who really couldn't tell the difference between them, sighed, picked out the fabric that he liked the most and was most familiar with, and pointed it to the salesgirl.
This one is indeed familiar, because the pattern on it is almost exactly the same as Mu's skirt.
"...Ah, this one~ You really have good taste."
The smiling salesgirl then went on to introduce to Nakagawa Nobuyuki how the fabric was produced in France, what materials were used and so on, but to Nakagawa Nobuyuki it was all like a mystery.
After being fooled by the shop assistant for most of the day, just a second before Nakagawa Nobu's ears were callused, Wakaba Mutsu, carrying a lot of bags, finally appeared in front of Nakagawa Nobu with a slight sound of the door opening.
"Xin, come and try on clothes."
With his sparkling eyes open, Wakaba Mutsu was staring expectantly at Nakagawa Nobuyuki, whose eyebrows were beginning to twitch not far away.
Nakagawa Nobuyuki now couldn't even imagine how much these clothes would cost...it was too horrible.