"Sorry, I'm going to be alone for a while." Matsumura wiped his tears with a tissue and ran away from the crowd. Sad, annoyed and regretful, she wanted to find a place to sort out her thoughts.
"Sayuri——" Shiraishi Mai helplessly looked at Matsumura's back. It was the first time today that she saw the usually carefree Matsumura look so fragile and sensitive.
She wanted to chase him, but she couldn't let go of her hand supporting Ikoma, because now it was the thin child beside her who needed comfort more.
"Xiao Zhi, Osomatsu is counting on you." Shiraishi Mai handed over the task to Amamiya Zhi.
"Eh?" Amamiya Shiori, who had been watching the show for a long time, was suddenly cueed and was stunned for a moment.
Hashimoto Nanami, who was also watching the show, also turned her attention to Amamiya.
"Ah, actually..." Amamiya Sori felt that this was not a big deal.
The relationship between girls is complicated. In the previous life, there was a saying that a four-person girls' dormitory could have five groups. Although it was a bit extreme, it also reflected the undercurrents beneath the surface and amiable atmosphere. There are more than thirty girls in Nogizaka, and it is normal to have some friction and conflicts. It has been just one year since the establishment, and this is still an exciting conflict between the two parties. In fact, it is a good thing. At least it is better to clarify the words and release the pressure than to hold it in your heart.
Amamiya Sōri felt that Matsumura could just reflect and reflect on her own, and it would be of little use to comfort herself. As long as she didn't get into trouble, she would soon understand her own problems.
"It's okay, it's okay." Sakurai Reika comforted the heartbroken Ikoma.
"Calm down, don't think about it." Shiraishi Mai gently stroked Ikoma's back.
She pursed her lips and gave Amamiya Shiori a look.
"Okay, take good care of Ikoma." Amamiya Souri nodded helplessly and accepted the task of comforting Matsumura.
Mai Shiraishi and Reika Sakurai helped the crying Ikoma to change clothes. Nana Hashimoto and the staff who heard the news followed closely, while Soi Amamiya reluctantly searched for Matsumura's whereabouts.
On the way, Amamiya Sori thought a lot. She didn't know what tone to use to comfort her, nor where to start.
It was obvious that Sayuri Matsumura had a problem with her thinking. What needed to be done now was to scold her... no, to wake her up.
After asking several staff members who were passing by, Amamiya Sori gently opened the door of the utility room.
Matsumura was squatting in the corner, his head resting on his arms, surrounded by debris.
There was a slight sob. As if aware that someone had intruded into her territory, Matsumura buried her head deeper.
Amamiya Shiri closed the door ajar. There are only two people in the quiet utility room.
"Sayuri?" Amamiya Shiori asked tentatively. Matsumura remained silent.
"Alas..." Amamiya Shiori sighed.
Matsumura stared blankly at the ground, thinking a lot. The self who was proud of his family when he was admitted to the prestigious Osaka Kirikage High School, the self who was frustrated when he failed the college entrance examination, the self who gave up his studies for the sake of his idol career, the self who thought he had given everything but was still not recognized.
It turns out that the love I received was all fake, and I was not that popular. Matsumura felt betrayed by the staff he worked with day and night. Being passionate and smart, maybe this is Sayuri Matsumura.
In fact, I agree with what Ikoma said. Efforts may not necessarily pay off. I should have realized this when I failed the college entrance examination.
"Reika dropped out of school some time ago." Amamiya Shiori leaned on the cabinet and said in a nonchalant tone, "Because every activity has to be reported and applied for, and afterwards the content and process of the activity have to be reported to me in detail. School."
"Hika has returned to Hiroshima in the past two days and is preparing to move her family to Tokyo." Amamiya Shiori continued.
"Xiao Yangcai has been in Tokyo alone for a year. Her family has only visited sporadically a few times during holidays. Nanamin and Mai Mai have always gone to parent-teacher conferences on behalf of her parents."
With every word Amamiya Sōri said, Matsumura Sayuri's head buried deeper.
"You are not the only one who has paid hard, and you are not included in the list of people who have worked hard but have not gained anything." Amamiya Soi knew that the tone of his words was a bit harsh, but he decided to say it anyway.
The sobs gradually stopped, and Matsumura closed his eyes. All that came to his mind was the aggressive version of himself just now.
"Everyone has made their own choice. If you feel regretful, you can sign up for a cram school now to prepare for the exam." Amamiya Shiori said, "No matter how many times you go, there will always be a day when you pass the exam. But in Before that, I hope you will think carefully about what you really want."
Sayuri Matsumura couldn't answer. Ikoma's words and Amamiya's words were entangled in her mind, making her even more ashamed and uneasy because she already knew that she had done something wrong.
"I'm sorry..." Matsumura finally whimpered and said his first words after entering the utility room.
"You should save this for Ikoma." Amamiya Shiori showed no mercy, "Her burden and pressure are greater than yours. You are three years older than her. She understands everything. Why don't you understand?" Woolen cloth?"
Matsumura started sobbing again.
"It's just an internal vote. Can the result of the official performance be the same as today? What should the members who were selected today but lost tomorrow think? Do they feel more uncomfortable?" Amamiya Sugao said, forgetting that he was here. " "Comfort" Matsumura's.
"If a staff member usually says he likes you but doesn't vote for you, that's because he's not what he looks like. If a staff member doesn't usually like you, then try to make them like you. Isn't this what you're here to do as an idol? Of?"
Matsumura wiped away the uncontrollable tears with his hands.
"My words are a bit blunt and don't sound good, but I think this method can make you more awake than the comfort of harmonious words. Think about it carefully, apply yourself to others, and consider the feelings of others." Amemiya Shishi left a pack of tissues next to Matsumura, slowly exited, and closed the door, regardless of whether Matsumura on the other side was crying louder.
Because of the conflict between Ikoma and Matsumura, the reporter's interview was delayed for half an hour.
After Matsumura came out of the utility room, he remained silent. When he met Amamiya Shiori, he immediately shrank his neck.
After changing clothes, Sakurai and others helped Ikoma into the lounge to touch up her makeup.
I have to say that Ikoma cried much more miserably than Matsumura. My eyes are red and swollen, my cheeks are red, and I haven't recovered yet.
Seeing Ikoma come in, Matsumura didn't dare to raise his head and look directly.
After the agent confirmed that both of them were in a good mood, the reporter's interview began.
Everyone was dressed in private clothes, with number tags hanging in front of them, and lined up in three rows on the stage. The front row is kneeling, the back row is standing.
"Please look over here, too." The sound of snapping photos kept ringing.
The reporters asked questions about the content of the musical and how it felt during the past few days of rehearsals. Captain Sakurai Reika and Ikuta, who performed well in the rehearsal, and others passed the microphone to answer.
Their answers were all rather formulaic. Let’s talk about the hard work these past two days, and look forward to the success of the performance in the next few days.
"Two groups of members have been elected this time. Will this ignite your fighting spirit or something?" a reporter asked.
Sakurai Reika looked around. She had already answered the question and wanted to pass the microphone to the next person. But it seems that few members took the initiative to pick it up.
"Ikoma." A staff member said mischievously.
The reporters didn't know what happened backstage just now, but they knew better. To them, the dispute between two people is just a conflict between children.
Sakurai handed the microphone to Ikoma obediently.
The staff wanted to tease Ikoma out of teasing mentality. But Ikoma's reaction was unexpected.
She refused the microphone handed over by Sakurai and fled the scene with an ugly expression.
"Hahaha~" The adults laughed evilly at the scene. Reporters don't know why Ikoma ran away, but that doesn't stop them from adding fuel to their reports and speculating on the reasons behind it.
The remaining members completed the rest of the interview without Ikoma. The tiring day before the official performance is almost over.
