Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku

"That's why you suggested coming over."

Ogawa hadn't expected Sato to have such a clever idea.

"Where did you learn that?"

Ogawa asked curiously.

She hasn't been an agent for long, so she really didn't know that acting skills could be learned this way.

Of course, she herself had no formal acting training.

But Sato, like many others, probably didn't receive any formal training, right?

"Read a book."

Actually, it was taught by the teacher before I came here.

According to what my school teachers said, being an actor is actually quite similar to what a painter does.

However, painters create art through painting, while artists perform art.

Thinking of his teacher's words, Sato gave a bitter smile to himself.

Art...

Why didn't I fail the exam back then?

But that's not right either; if I had failed the exam, my situation would probably be even more difficult now.

"Want to read a book...?"

Unaware of the complex emotions Sato was experiencing, Ogawa sighed in response.

The boy really worked hard, studying and exercising.

It seems that the boy has undergone a huge change since a month ago.

If you compare the current boy with the boy from before, she wouldn't recognize him.

"Then I'll be going now, and I'll settle your bill for you while I'm at it."

Although it's unclear how effective it will be, Xiaochuan, as the agent, still supports the other party.

"Thank you."

Watching Ogawa leave, Sato stirred his coffee cup again.

After lying down for an afternoon, I felt somewhat refreshed from the day's exertion.

Suppressing those random thoughts, the boy's gaze quickly turned serious.

Time passed by, second by second, in Sato's observation.

As it grew late and the last train was approaching, Sato jotted down his purchases for the day in his notebook, politely declined the shop assistant's invitation, and quietly left.

There seemed to be quite a few pedestrians on the street, but there were many izakayas along the way, so most of them were white-collar and blue-collar workers who were drunk and planning to take the last bus home.

Although everyone has different jobs, without exception, they all have a serious, working-class look on their faces.

It's quite different from the scene in the family restaurant we just saw.

Although the people in the family restaurant also looked very professional, most of them were eating with their families and seemed much more composed.

"fortunately."

Sato carefully observed each passerby before him and sighed inwardly.

If he hadn't awakened his cheat ability, and if he hadn't already had some acting skills, he might have become one of them by now.

Sneaking off at work, grumbling about the boss, and then going to an izakaya to chat and joke with friends after work.

Although it seems carefree and stable, it's not the path he wants to take; he's already traveled through time.

Of course, that's not entirely true. After all, when he first came here, he was a white-collar worker with no education and a blue-collar worker with no physical strength. It was difficult for him to even become one of them.

Now, with his improved position and abilities, joining them is easy for him, but his ambitions are even greater.

In short, once you get an opportunity, you should keep moving forward.

Although life still has many troubles, at least he is constantly moving forward.

At least they still have the chance to have troubles, which makes them much luckier than others.

Just as Sato was thinking, he suddenly felt a strange sensation at the back of his head.

Under the life-or-death training of mental martial arts, although the incident happened suddenly, Sato reacted quickly and turned his body to the side in a flash.

"Pfft."

At the same time, the sound of a beer can falling to the ground over your back could be heard.

Although he managed to avoid it, some beer-smelling water droplets still splashed onto his head.

"..."

"sorry!"

Just when Sato thought it was a drunkard's prank, he turned around and saw a girl wearing a mask with only her eyes showing.

Chapter 34 Encountering a Songstress

Looking into the other person's eyes and listening to their voice, Sato felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Meanwhile, Nakamori Akina, watching the boy's nonchalant evasive maneuver, snapped out of her surprise, and her anger was replaced by a rare hint of panic.

She was just walking down the street and getting angrier and angrier. There happened to be an empty soda can at her feet, so without thinking, she kicked it.

Unexpectedly, the can wasn't finished, causing her to kick it even harder, and the wine spilled onto the young man's rather handsome head.

In the sudden fright, I even forgot the anger I had suffered at the company.

Although she was impressed by how the other person dodged her, the drink had indeed been poured over them.

"...It doesn't matter."

Sato paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"It doesn't matter!"

The girl said with dissatisfaction.

If it were her, she would have been furious.

Seeing the other person's humble demeanor, the girl, who was already angry, became even angrier.

"Uh......"

Faced with the other party's questioning, Sato was momentarily at a loss for words.

What else could he say but demand compensation from her?

Sato suspected that the girl opposite him might be drunk.

Anyway, you can keep this!

"And this too!"

The girl took out a handkerchief and a five-thousand-yuan note from her designer handbag.

He is undoubtedly a wealthy man, but his behavior seems a bit extravagant, somewhat like that of a nouveau riche.

In response to the other person's words, Sato subconsciously turned his gaze to the other person's bag.

The bag was cluttered, but you could still vaguely make out a very expensive Sony Walkman.

In this day and age, Walkmans are definitely cutting-edge technology.

It was only commercialized a few years ago.

In short, it's ridiculously expensive.

Most people would definitely be reluctant to use it.

Furthermore, under the streetlights, one could see that there was a cassette tape labeled "Girl A-DEMO" in the other person's bag.

With such an expensive Walkman and that demo disc, if Sato still doesn't know who the other person is, he might as well give up and go to sleep.

However, even though she had noticed it, Sato was still a little taken aback when she saw this future songstress in front of her.

Are songstresses people you can just bump into on the street?

Of course, this future diva is still not very popular.

She is far from being a songstress.

Having just released her first single, she still maintains a gentle and conventional style.

The results were alright, but they lacked the buzz and wow factor.

What truly made the girl famous was the copy of "Girl A" that was lying in the other person's bag.

Despite being banned by some television stations, the rebellious style and lyrics with sexual innuendo still attracted many fans.

However, thinking about these things now is really going too far, and the other party's achievements are not really his concern.

Sato quickly came to his senses and took the handkerchief.