"Huh... why is this damn weather so cold?"
The extremely sexy Magenta Mitsubishi swerved into the planned parking space. The man who got out of the car rubbed his hands and complained in a loud voice. There was a visible white mist coming out of his mouth. Float out.
Before setting off, he checked the outdoor temperature and deliberately put on a turtleneck sweater, a thick burgundy coat, and even long johns, but he was still shivering from the cold.
Fortunately, the destination is here.
With his hands in his pockets, Katsuki Uehara raised his head and glanced at the luxurious shopping mall in front of him. He stepped into the elevator based on his memory and pressed down to the seventh floor.
"Welcome, sir—ah! Are you—are you?! You're the one who's been in the news a lot lately—"
"Katsumi Uehara."
"Is this really a real person from the Uehara Police Department?!" The lady at the karaoke desk was still a little unbelievable.
The slightly naturally curly long hair was not tied back with a leather rope, but naturally hung down and stretched to both sides. A gentle smile crawled between the handsome eyebrows.
Pair a black turtleneck sweater and trousers with a burgundy coat. The combination of red and black looks particularly eye-catching.
If she hadn't been watching a lot of official news recently, she would have thought this was some kind of celebrity.
But this is a super policeman who has saved countless lives.
"If you don't know the second Uehara Katsumi, it should be me." The man put his arms on the marble countertop at the front desk, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and said with a smile.
"Hey Uehara, you're here so soon?" The man who had just finished greeting the guests had just walked out of the private room. He looked up and saw a familiar figure standing at the front desk, and his eyes lit up.
Katsuki Uehara turned his head when he heard the greeting, and happened to see his old friend. He smiled and opened his arms to greet him: "Long time no see, Sumii."
"Long time no see. It seems that you are recovering well at home during this period."
The rather decent-looking man made a fist with one hand and hammered his friend's chest. His deliberately cultivated mustache danced with his smile: "It looks like I really don't have to carry a fruit basket to the hospital anymore." is you."
"Actually, you can cash out the money from the fruit basket and deposit it directly into my bank card. I don't mind."
Uehara Katsuki shrugged and glanced at the two increasingly long beards on his friend's lips: "We haven't seen you for so long, haven't you shaved off your beard? A 28-year-old looks just like a 38-year-old. I call you uncle." That’s right.”
"You still have the nerve to talk to me."
The man named Sumii Gou laughed and cursed: "You have been growing your hair for so many years."
"The face is important, as is the beard shape."
After saying this, Uehara Katsumi took a step back silently, causing Sumii Go to be thrown away in an instant.
"Seeing as you were just discharged from the hospital some time ago, I won't care too much." Gou Sumii, who still had to maintain his image in front of the front desk staff he recruited, still made up for himself, coughed and walked into the reception with his friends. room.
"Tea? Or coffee?"
"Milk tea, warm with three points of sugar."
"You're quite particular about drinking, but unfortunately I don't have it here. Do you want canned milk tea?"
"also."
Reaching out to take the can of milk tea thrown by his friend, Uehara Katsumi casually opened the tab and took a sip: "Tsk, the taste is not good. I suggest you don't buy this one next time."
"Look at the price list."
"It's very delicious. It's worthy of your taste and the quality of decoration here. Send a few dozen more to the box I reserved."
Go Sumii, who was sitting on the sofa making tea, smiled and shook his head: "It's a pity that you became a policeman. If you had really entered the entertainment industry back then - it wouldn't be right. If you had entered, I'm afraid you wouldn't have the fame and fame you have now. Got connections.”
"Forget it, I still miss my free and carefree self more now. When I go back to work, I'm afraid I won't be as relaxed as before.
"Besides, can it be called the entertainment industry? I thought the salary was high, but in the end I only made so much in a day."
Recalling when he started thinking about making money when he was 17 years old, Katsuki Uehara gestured to the tip of his right index finger with a look of disgust on his face: "I worked very hard as a model, wearing various clothes and posing in various poses.
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"In the end, when the film was finally released, I only had one page in a magazine. I didn't care if I appeared in less roles, and the money I was given was still so small. You were considered half of my agent at the beginning, and you also know the amount."
"That's still less? You have to speak with your conscience. Didn't you get your first-year college tuition by working as a part-time model?"
Sumii Gou looked like he had seen a ghost: "If it weren't for the amateur champion, you wouldn't even have a page. How much more do you want? You are the only one in the entire amateur group to make money.
"Also, because your face and temperament are so good, people gave you three pages for the first time. Although the magazine sold poorly in the end, the money is real."
"No way, absolutely impossible."
Katsuki Uehara waved his hand: "I remember it was only one page, but you remembered it wrong."
"..."
Three minutes later, Katsuki Uehara stared at the yellowed magazine in front of him, his eyes twitching a little: "Why do you still keep this crap? Burn it."
As he was about to take action, he was stopped by the taller Sumii Gou——
"Why are you burning it? This is the memory of our youth. I plan to keep it and display it at your wedding in the future."
Go Sumii was a little proud of himself when he quickly stuffed the unknown fashion magazine into the cabinet and hid it. However, the sharp-eyed Katsumi Uehara saw several other photos in the cabinet——
"Is this the band you formed when I went to college?"
Looking at the people in the photos, the man raised his eyebrows: "Visual rock? How come the lead singer's hair is as straight as a hedgehog, and everyone is dressed so showily."
"If Tatsuya hears this, you two will definitely start a fight." Sumii Gou said happily, pointing to the lead singer in the photo.
"Tatsuya? Why does this name sound familiar?"
"Tatsuya Kimura, the lead singer of the popular rock band Rex in recent years, those two talented kids have skyrocketed."
Sumii Gou smashed the bar a few times, and his tone was a bit lonely: "I can only open karaoke to realize my dream."
"Two? Isn't it just Kimura Tatsuya? Who else is there?"
Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows and looked down at the photo in his hand, feeling a little familiar.
"The girl next to him, named Mari Terahara, was signed to a management company by Kimura Tatsuya and became the band manager."
Having said this, Go Sumii shook his head: "But although this kid has a more vicious mouth than you, he doesn't change girlfriends as quickly as you. He has always been in love with Mari Terahara.
"It's a pity that because of his personality, he kept it in his mouth and didn't like it. He didn't like Mari Terahara's plastic surgery, so he didn't say it to his face, which made them quarrel every now and then.
"A few days ago, when he was drinking with me, he was still crying and asked why Mari Terahara should care about the outside world. He even wrote a single about this and planned to give it to the girl he loves after his solo career."
"...?"
Looking at the photo in his hand, Katsuki Uehara vaguely remembered something in his mind, a tragedy of lack of communication.
"Since you know this, why don't you let these two people sit down and have a good chat?" Uehara Katsumi looked a little strange.
Go Sumii was stunned: "Let's talk? The two of them?"
"Isn't that what you said? This man named Kimura Tatsuya has always been deeply in love with this woman named Terahara Mari, but he just doesn't tell her and makes her angry like a child every day.
"Just say it if you like it, just like me."
Katsuki Uehara spread his hands, not quite understanding: "It's not embarrassing."
