Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 188 Matsumoto's Support

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Three days later, at night.

"Shibata, I couldn't contact you for the first few days, but today you suddenly insisted on meeting me. Is there anything you can't talk about over the phone?"

"You know, I've been busy lately with the 'Idol Birth Festival'..."

In the luxuriously decorated private restaurant, agent Matsumoto crossed his legs with a look of disdain on his face.

On the table in front of him were several plates of exceptionally exquisite fusion cuisine.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to eat on time and take care of your health."

"This 'Longyin' is a Michelin three-star restaurant and is very close to your office. It won't take up much time to visit it."

Makoto Shibata, who was sitting opposite him, enthusiastically handed him a cigar and helped him light it.

Compared to a few days ago, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight due to what he had been through. His pale face was sunken and shadowed, making him look even more handsome.

"Huh... Not bad, it's top quality."

Matsumoto took a greedy puff of the cigarette and closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment.

"Of course. This is the latest top-quality model from Gaojiba. I asked someone to get it for me with great difficulty."

Shibata Makoto unscrewed a bottle of red wine and poured it into the glass...

Glancing at Matsumoto who still had his eyes closed, he took out something the size of a fingernail and that looked like fish scales and scraped it against the edge of the cup a few times.

Shaking the wine glass as if to decant the wine, the crystal-clear fragments of scales blended into the red liquid and disappeared.

"Of course I understand what you mean..."

Matsumoto put down his cigar, took the red wine handed to him, smelled it, and took a big sip.

"But, the last debut plan just failed. You have to be patient and wait for the next opportunity..."

He picked up another piece of fish and put it into his mouth.

The charcoal-grilled fish is wrapped in eggplant and served with arugula, which bursts with a fierce sweetness after a crisp chewing sensation.

"Matsumoto-senpai, I have practiced with you seriously for such a long time. I have also been patient enough to work with those disgusting mom fans in the small theater, and the performance is not bad..."

"Isn't the 'Idol Birth Festival' that's about to start recording my best chance?"

Although he was holding the chopsticks tightly with veins popping, Shibata Makoto had no desire to enjoy the food at all and his face was gloomy.

"Tsk tsk, your performance is really good among the trainees. Those fanatical fans are willing to pay for you..."

"But didn't I tell you on the phone a few days ago?"

With a cold smile, Matsumoto threw his chopsticks on the table, turned his head and took a puff of his cigar.

"For a talent show of this level, the participation quota is a resource, which is money. If you invest, you must have an excess output. Otherwise, how can I explain to the company afterwards?"

"Also, I have already sent the registration information. The production team should hold the first internal review meeting tomorrow morning to confirm the qualifications of the 101 trainees who will participate in the recording."

As he puffed out smoke, his expression was hazy, but his eyes were shining with a shrewd light.

"Does that mean... I have no chance?"

Shibata Makoto lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, and he seemed very desperate.

"Don't be discouraged, it's okay, just wait patiently... cough cough..."

For the sake of the good food and wine, Matsumoto couldn't bear to blame him and hypocritically comforted him.

"In the second half of the year... ahem... there will be a love variety show... ahem... I'll find a way to help you get it then..."

But he seemed to be choked by the smoke and started coughing.

"With your pretty face and figure... ahem... show off some of your talents... and sprinkle some dog food..."

"Cough cough cough cough cough!" The itching feeling extending from the throat and trachea into the body became more and more intense. Matsumoto's cough became more and more serious, and he couldn't even speak normally.

At the same time, the door of the private room opened gently, and a beautiful woman in a white robe walked in.

She quietly watched Matsumoto who started coughing, and locked the door behind her.

“Who is she… didn’t I tell you… ahem… not to mess with women outside… and even bring her to a place to eat… ugh!!!”

Matsumoto wanted to give him a lecture, but suddenly he started retching violently, and sticky blood spurted out of his mouth...

“I… I’m… cough cough cough cough… Shibata… please call an ambulance for me…”

While coughing uncontrollably, Matsumoto stared at his blood-stained palms, his eyes beginning to fill with fear.

"Matsumoto-senpai, I always advise you to smoke less..."

"This level of coughing, and coughing up so much blood, could be lung cancer..."

"After all, the lungs have no sense of pain, and many people don't realize something is wrong until it's already in the late stages."

Shibata Makoto was not moved at all. He still sat there and expressed his concern slowly.

“Ahem… Is this… the time to talk about that…”

"Hurry... call... call the emergency number..."

"Help me... cough cough cough cough... I... can't breathe..."

Matsumoto fell down suddenly, hunched over like a dehydrated fish, coughing and wheezing, but unable to get oxygen.

"The phone...oh, yes...here..."

Makoto Shibata squatted down, fumbled around on Matsumoto's body, and took out his cell phone.

"At this point, calling an ambulance or buying cough medicine may not help with your serious condition."

"But the person behind me is a messenger from the 'Healing Home'. In that 'home', whether it is lung cancer or other serious diseases, they can be cured immediately..."

"If you call the "Idol Birth Festival" production team now and change the selection quota to my name, I will be very grateful."

"If you do me this small favor, I can get you treated right away and relieve you from your pain..."

Putting the phone in front of Matsumoto and unlocking his face, Shibata Makoto spoke word by word with a blank expression.

"What a mess... cough cough cough... you actually... ugh... dare to threaten me now..."

Matsumoto was coughing up blood all over the floor, speaking slurredly, and had a look of resentment on his face.

But Shibata Makoto didn't say anything, just looked at him coldly.

“Cough cough cough… I… got it… cough cough cough puff puff puff…”

After another round of dizzying coughing, Matsumoto succumbed to the itchiness in his lungs that showed no sign of abating, as well as the feeling of exhaustion brought on by lack of oxygen.

“Hello, it’s me, Matsumoto… cough cough cough cough… the trainee I recommended… cough cough cough cough cough…”

He dialed a number tremblingly...

"I suddenly got seriously ill... Ugh... I need to replace someone..."

"Add an extra 3 million yen for the name change fee... I owe you... a favor... ahem... I'll send the information to your email address right away..."

Holding his breath and trying his best, Matsumoto finished his instructions to the person on the other end of the phone in a halting manner.

"The phone... cough cough... rang... hurry, hurry and save me..."

After doing all this, his lips were bruised, his face was covered in blood, he was barely breathing, and he didn't even have the strength to cough...

Sorry, I'm super busy at work recently, so the updates may be unstable. I'll try my best.

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(End of this chapter)