Stand by me

(33)

In a business suite of the Caesar Imperial Hotel on the banks of the Seine, Daiki Arioka read the report about his affair with Ryosuke Yamada with staring eyes, and angrily smashed a plate of grilled trout in front of him with a spoon smash.Little girls like Ryosuke, and it is understandable for him and themselves to form a couple, after all, they adore Ryosuke and hope that the world treats him tenderly, and they have no hesitation in being valued as a good friend.But now some media are talking irresponsible nonsense, and even writing it in English to embarrass him and throw him out of Japan.Even if all the men in this world are bent, he Arioka Daiki will go to the end of the world.

"Mianchan, I'm back!" Yamada Ryosuke opened the door with a bang, and shouted vigorously, startled Daiki Arioka, and quickly pressed the newspaper under the plate, the movement was so big that even he was ashamed .

"You don't need to hide it, I read it this morning. The whole article is nonsense." Ryosuke Yamada shook his head, and handed him a box of moist and delicate cupcakes, "Hey, I brought them back for you."

"Thank you." Arioka Daiki picked out a piece of orange and chocolate flavor and asked while eating, "Have you been to an art museum? How do you feel?"

"Fantasy! I finally saw the goddess of victory that I have always wanted to see with my own eyes!" Ryosuke Yamada pinned the hair on the left behind his ear, showing him the little golden wings on the earlobe. "I bought commemorative earrings. If not I was afraid of pain, so I asked a tattoo artist to tattoo exactly the same on my back."

"I don't know who is talking nonsense now, if you really want to get a tattoo, don't cry." Arioka Daiki laughed at him very rudely.

"I've had a good time in Paris, now I have to work hard." Yamada Ryosuke took off his leather jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, and pressed the red and blue ballpoint pen on the sofa, "Mianchan, put Give me the original manuscript you took at the Paris Olympic venues yesterday."

Arioka Daiki sat without moving and did not dare to make a sound. He was a little guilty. This time he came to France with Yamada Ryosuke because he worked hard for this good friend in the newspaper office. Enthusiastic, but the main selfishness is to visit his girlfriend who is studying oil painting in Paris on business, and he has never been to the Olympic venues.

"...You didn't write it?" Yamada Ryosuke asked back with a dark face, his temper was so frightening, "Arioka-kun, if you are here for tourism, I invite you to go back." As long as the work principles he recognized are broken , with Oka Daiki as his friend and colleague, you can immediately see how this usually quiet and rational person changes his face.The two often quarrel and reconcile because of the long-term unity and the long-term unity.

With the attitude that a critical friend should have, Arioka Daiki said seriously: "Sorry, I will go to interview the venue as soon as it opens, and I will definitely hand it over to you before lunch. But others also have the right to live their lives in their own way, please remember You are not a judge."

Yamada Ryosuke remained silent, looked at people with big eyes wronged, then lowered his head and said, "Mianchan, I'm sorry..."

Arioka Daiki quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't do that, it was my fault first." He wondered why the kid wasn't as stubborn as a fascist fortress this time.

After a while, Yamada Ryosuke hummed the Maroon [-] song by himself, and stood up and twisted a few times when he sang "Sugar".Arioka Daigui stopped eating blue trout, and kept asking him what happened.It made Ryosuke Yamada look at Daiki Arioka with a stern face. It's really strange. He didn't work hard, and he finally stopped being angry with him. He rushed to provoke him all the time.

"Guess." Yamada Ryosuke said.

"Young man, I see that you look like an old friend." Arioka Daiki was aroused by his curiosity, and imitated the tone of an onmyoji and said casually.

Ryosuke Yamada frowned, staring at his face with burning eyes, "What, you followed me?"

"Ah? Really?" Yougang Dagui was stunned, and he argued dumbfoundedly, "How dare you, how dare you."