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The warm sunlight woke Naoyama Naoki who was sleeping in the room.

After more than half a month of cold morning, it is a very strange experience to suddenly enjoy the warm sunshine.

The alcohol last night was metabolized by the young body, and after washing up, it was another day of refreshment.

In the restaurant of Millennium Hotel, Naoshan Naoki ordered fried eggs, grilled sausage, bacon, milk, croissants, and a standard Western breakfast. While eating on the dining table, he remembered the promise he made last night.

In an impulse, I said that I would take Akane to Disneyland after work... This means that I have to stay in Los Angeles for more than 10 days!

How can I pass this? Could it be that I have sunbathed on the beach in Los Angeles for a week?

Huh? It seems that it's not impossible~

......

In another hotel restaurant, Nobuo Tomooka was having breakfast, while Yuzo Shimada on the other side was saying something with a pale face.

"Xinfusan, it's not that I didn't stop him, but that none of us had drunk him alone!"

"Is that guy a Jiuhao? All cocktails, brandy, red wine, beer, were served, and in the end we fell down first..."

The other two photographers with bad looks were sitting next to him, nodding in agreement with lingering fear. They were forced to knock on the door by Tomooka Nobuo today. They had just woken up from the hangover and had no appetite at all. They only ordered a glass of milk and sucked slowly.

Nobuo Tomooka took a bite of the fried egg: "No matter what, it's Yu Sansan's fault! When encountering such a situation, you should take a more decisive approach and completely separate the two people."

Yuzo Shimada nodded repeatedly, but he was whispering in his heart: "What is a more decisive way? Find a mud truck to destroy that guy..."

At this time, Nobuo Tomooka was also thinking about how to separate these two people, intimidate, kidnap, and accident?

I was too immersed in my mind and actually muttered in a low voice: "Where is a dump truck in the United States..."

When he came to his senses, he found that Yumashima Shimada looked at him in shock, as if he had discovered something amazing.

After a little silence, Tomooka Nobuo smiled with difficulty: "Yo Sanjun, you haven't heard anything, right?"

"Hi! The breakfast here is pretty good~"

Yuzo Shimada immediately replied, then buried his face in the breakfast that he could not eat, making a sweet look, and the other two people were even more so, like ostrich.

This man is a bit dangerous!

"Private Marseille, I'm late to get up...Minasan, why don't you call me in the morning?"

Akina Nakamori went downstairs, and today she changed into a burgundy shirt and jeans, which was eye-catching and added a mature temperament.

After seeing a few people in the restaurant, I also used plates to get some breakfast.

Nobuo Tomooka wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin: "I thought about communicating with Yu Sanjun and the others about shooting, so I called them down early."

Looking at Akana who has a good appetite, he changed the topic without a trace: "Akana Chan, I'm going to record it today. How is the condition? Are you nervous?"

"Damn tape!" Akane, who had bread stuffed in her mouth, said vaguely, then quickly took a sip of milk and went on, "No problem at all, I feel in very good condition today!"

I looked a little timid yesterday, but today I felt very confident. Nobuo Tomooka saw Akana's energetic look and felt a little confused. I felt something was a little different!

But soo! Could it be because of that guy?

Nobuo Tomooka used a fork to insert the remaining fried egg, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it hard.

......

The release of domestic Japanese movies was step by step, with a box office of 150 million in one week of premiere, which was only half of the box office of the previous "Ghost Records".

However, that horror film made a big profit when the film quality was not very good due to Halloween nodes and viral marketing.

This exquisitely produced comedy has established a good reputation in the hearts of Japanese audiences with its absurd plot and intensive jokes. I believe that the box office will continue to rise in the future, and the box office will likely exceed the previous horror films in the end.

So neither Ido Shuichi nor Kakugawa Film were too worried about the box office of the movie. At this time, Ido Shuichi was worried about another thing.

"Naoki Sang, didn't he say he would be back today? Why did he suddenly have to stay for a while?"

“Because the weather in Los Angeles is so good, I want to enjoy the sunny and beach feeling in advance…”

Naoyama Naoki doesn’t care how perfunctory this reason sounds. It can’t be said that it’s for going to Disney with an idol who has not debuted.

"...ah... Naoki Sang, the promotion and basically end of the movie have all come out in the first week."

The implication of Yido Shuichi is that Naoki Naoyama doesn’t have to worry about participating in offline promotions after coming back.

"Ahh? Is it over? That's a pity. I didn't do anything..." Naochi Naoyama said guiltily.

On the other side, Shuichi Yido listened to the insincere words in the microphone, his eyes twitched: "Naoki Sang, please stop talking..."

"Hahaha, okay, in short, Shuyisan has done a good job~ Otomosan has worked very hard~" Naoki Naoyama hit him haha.

"At this point, Otomo Sang was still saying two days ago that if Naoki Sang came back, he would consider the issue of Junko Ito's second song..."

"Please spare me~ There are really no new songs, people's inspiration is limited!"

Fukuo, who is involved in the movie, Junko Ito's debut song broke through the top ten of the credibility list. Although it was only one week, it was already a very good result among newcomers. Otomo Yoshimura was anxious to add some effort, and it would be best to make Junko Ito a popular idol.

Naoyama Naoki leaned against the phone in the hotel lobby, looking helpless. He wanted to support a top idol, and it was impossible for him to provide songs by himself. Ototo Yoshimura was impatient.

"Shuichisan, let Otomo Sanduoduo invite songs to the composer. If possible, it is best to reach a cooperation with a record company. After all, our firm does not have better song resources."

"Okay, I will tell Otomo Sang, but Naoki Sang should come back early. Some things here still need to be decided by you, the choice of the next movie, the direction of the company's future development..."

"Okay, okay, I'll try to repair the Sang. I'll talk about these things when I go back. International long-distance is still very expensive, so I won't talk about it now~" As soon as the discussion was about to be discussed in a long time, Naoki Naoyama ended the call.

Yi Tangxiu sighed as he heard the beeping of the microphone.

Others' presidents run around non-stop, talking about business around the world, hoping that the company's movies will be popular one after another, and the company's idol records will be sold one after another.

And the president is so Buddhist that he entrusted everything to himself and Otomo Yoshimura.

Although it feels good to be trusted like this and it feels better if you don’t have any superiors to point fingers, Naoyama Naoki always feels that he doesn’t have any confidence.

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In fact, Naoki Naoyama is not a lie. The sunshine in Los Angeles is really good.

Especially in the Santa Monica beach in the early morning, the warm sun is not dazzling, it is warm and comfortable when shining on your face, and the slightly cool sea breeze blows on your body, which is very transparent and refreshing.

There were not many people in the morning, so Naoki Naoyama could enjoy the blue sea view alone. Waves of sea waves surged, washed away the footprints just left, and added new footprints to the beach.

Occasionally, you can see seabirds foraging on the beach, rushing at the storm, and quickly looking for small fish and shrimps brought up on the beach when the storm is retreating.

When I was tired of walking, I rented a beach chair in a shop by the beach, bought some fruit drinks and magazines, found a warm and sheltered corner, and lie down and enjoy the leisure time.

Covering the cheeks with magazines on the recliner, it seemed that I was a little confused, and it had been half a day.

“It’s so depressed and useless…”

Naoyama Nagashi condemned himself in his heart, then found a nearby seafood restaurant and had a beautiful lobster meal.

The afternoon sun was a bit intense, and it was easy to get sunburned without sunscreen, so he didn't continue to stay on the beach.

I have to stay for half a month, so I can't be idle all day long. Naoki Yongshan wanders on the beach for a long time and sees a shop that specializes in diving services.

Hey? Diving seems quite interesting, and it seems that the diving training time is very short. Why not get the diving certificate?

Other actors seem to be able to pass the diver's certificate even if they act in a drama. It shouldn't be difficult for me to come here to learn it specifically~

Naoyama Nagaki experienced the diving service of this store. He tried it in the shallower waters first. After dressing neatly, the coach accompanied him to dive.

The first person who dives, the first thing he feels is silence.

Unlike swimming, diving people cannot even hear the sound of water splashing, and seem to be isolated by the whole world by thick water. They cannot speak, but can only hear the grunt of the respirator;

Under the buoyancy of water, the body is freed from the gravity on the shore, but the whole body is surrounded by water pressure. The further down, you can feel the power that slowly wraps you. Due to the resistance of water, you can only move slowly, which is very clumsy.

As the body gradually adapts to the bottom of the water, the eyes can slowly see the wonderful scenery at the bottom of the water.

The sunlight through the sea is blue in the eyes of others, but it is still transparent and colorless in the eyes of divers.

Under the sunlight, the fine sand on the seabed appears a faint yellow, beige or red corals and dark green algae distributed on the reefs on the seabed, building "cities" that emerged from the seabed kingdom.

The white anemone stretches out its transparent tentacles, shaking with the waves of the sea, waiting for the colorful little fish or jellyfish in the city to come to the door.

"Arigado~" After Akana came out of the recording studio, she slapped her face with her hand and thanked Nobuo Fukuoka for her praise.

"Haha, who did Akane Chan think of?" As he smiled, Nobuo Fukuoka asked casually.

"Ano, this, I can't tell Shinfusan~ Haha, I'll go to the bathroom~" Akane smiled and refused, and then ran away.

Nobuo Fukuoka shook his head, focusing on adjusting the soundtrack,

"Wait!" He suddenly remembered something, "It's not that guy!"
Chapter completed!