"——San Imano said that he was in the reception room next to the lobby, Yosan should go there now."

After sitting in Kosaka's room for a while, Oyuanyang received a text message from his sister.

"... Did your sister call you over?"

Kosaka Nao sat beside him, but he politely did not peek at his screen, but he probably knew what was going on - during the chat just now, he said that he was accompanying his sister to see the dormitory environment.

After all, if you have a wonderful backstage, it is better not to let the members know about it first, as it is also a kind of kind of protection.

"Well, then I'll go there first."

He stood up and nodded to say goodbye. Somehow, he seemed to be reluctant to be alone now.

"...Well, naojiang, see you next time?"

"See you next time..."

The girl was in similar mood to him, and reluctantly sent him to the stairs.

"...Then, remember to make an agreement."

...

...

"——Dayuansang, during the selection before, I wanted to say that it has grown a lot taller than when I met last year, and is it taller than your sister?"

"Well... it's a little taller..."

As soon as he entered the reception room, Imano Yoshio looked at him with a smile on his face, saying words like coaxing children, leaving Oyuanyang speechless.

The last time the two of them had a face-to-face conversation like this was when they just went to Kyoto and accompanied their sister to the final selection, they met Akimoto Yasushi in the hall before the opening. It was also at that time that I finally had the first time wearing men's clothes to go out, but I was attracted by Akimoto at first sight and pulled in front of Imano.

"...You are Taozi's younger brother?"

"Well...yes, it's me..."

At that time, he was just a country boy who had just gone to Beijing. He was suddenly panicked when facing two people who seemed very powerful. One of them seemed to have heard from his sister that he had mastered whether she could realize her dream of life and death.

"Where is the name?"

“…Dayuanyang.”

"Is it... maybe... different..."

Two adults whispered in front of their eyes, their speed was fast and professional terms were mixed from time to time, which made him a little confused.

It took a long time before Akimoto Yasuhiro spoke to him, with a kind smile on his face.

“……Young man, have you tried women’s clothing?”

The moment he heard this, his eyes immediately turned dark.

——Good guy, isn’t this the right person?

Before he could answer, the middle-aged man in front of him chuckled and changed his question.

“…or, do you want your sister to realize your dream?”

...

"——First of all, congratulations to you for being selected as a second-year student in Hiragana Kosaka..."

Imano Yoshio's words pulled him back from his memories and looked up at the middle-aged man, and he was also slightly more serious.

"...I'm asking you to come here so late today, mainly because Akimoto San wants you to see someone earlier."

“…See someone?”

Oyuan Yo changed his face slightly - now all over Tokyo, only Akimoto Yasuo, Imano Yoshio and his sister know their true gender. At this time, would you like to call someone more to come here?

The fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better, but Akimoto Yasushi was so impatient that he was a little curious.

"Then, let you say hello first..."

Imano pointed behind him. Before she could turn around, a familiar voice came from behind.

“——It’s really, very cute…”

“…”

He turned his head with his neck stiff and turned his head. A girl with strong hair shorter than himself stood with her back against the wall and her hands in her arms. When he just entered the door, he didn't notice her existence at all.

"Gathered Sang..."

In front of him was the immovable center of Kosuka who had just passed the divine song "The Unhappy Song" that once again set off a rebellious craze, and tied with Tomoto Rina.

He was stunned for a moment, walked to him in front of him with two steps and stretched out his hand.

He subconsciously took a step back, but could not keep up with the speed of the approaching people in front of him. He had long heard that the upper and lower parts of Jusaka had a strict relationship, and subconsciously thought that he would be attacked by his seniors first. Under the intimidation of being too strong, he unconsciously closed his eyes.

——Ba.

“…Is this, is the real boy’s body?”

He slowly opened his eyes and met a pair of eyes staring at him.

“……Eh?”

A hand was pressing against his chest.

...

...

"... Let me introduce myself again. I am a second-year student from Hiragana Kosaka, and I am Oyuanyang."

“—I know you…”

Hidden Tomorina raised her head and nodded - even though the other party was about the same height as him, Oyuan always felt that her momentum was much shorter.

"I'm Rina, the tie-up to Tomoto of Takashi."

A very simple self-introduction without a group prefix.

"For the first time we met, please...

“——Are you a boy?”

Da Yuanyang hesitated and said hello, but was interrupted directly by the other party.

"……Yes."

To be honest, he was still a little uncomfortable - usually people who saw him for the first time would subconsciously ask, "Are you the younger brother of Dayuan?" But the tie seemed to not care about these things at all, and just simply treated him as an interesting individual... to examine it?

“—Speak in the original voice.”

“…For the first time meeting, please give me some advice.”

He cleared his throat and made a deeper teenage voice.

“…It’s really amazing.”

Tie's eyes passed by him and looked at Imano, and Imano Yoshio also had the expression of "Look, I didn't lie to you" - in the attitude of Imano to Tie's Tomorina, he vaguely felt the same familiarity as he was with himself.

"Women's clothing is also impeccable and cute..."

He walked around him with a tie, as if he was studying something new. Finally, he returned to his eyes as if he had mastered it thoroughly and nodded.

"It's OK."

“…oh, what can I do?”

Dayuanyang felt that his spirit was about to collapse. Why did he always feel that the girl in front of him seemed to be in a not very stable mood...? Is this the price of becoming a so-called artist?

“——No problem?”

However, Imano seemed to have understood this meaning and asked tentatively.

"No problem."

Hidden Tomori Na waved his hand and walked straight to the door. Before leaving, he did not go through the basic etiquette.

"……Sang Imano, thank you for your hard work today."

"A small thing."

Imano seemed to be used to her way of doing things as she pleased, and waved her hands casually.

"...There is also Dayuansang, there will be a date later. Please give me some advice."

The first time, Tings smiled at him with a slight smile - this smile seemed to have magic, diluting a lot of his nervousness.

“…Goodbye.”

He murmured blankly at the closed door.

"—How? Our center Mang in Yokosaka."

Imano's eyes that admired the artwork were still switching back, but he still stayed at the door where the girl disappeared.

“…”

Dayuanyang just responded to such a problem for the time being.
To be continued...