I decided to debut after dressing up as a real person

In the next period of time, Mamako followed Nakahara Chuya to handle the affairs of the port Mafia, and gradually got acquainted with the situation of the port Mafia.

After getting familiar with Port Mafia's work, she sincerely feels that her boss, Nakahara Nakaya, is really Port Mafia's conscience, especially when compared to Mr. Dazai who is sitting on the chair opposite.

Osamu Dazai lazily sat on the chair behind the desk. There was a can of crab meat on the desk in front of him. He sat up straight and began to concentrate on unpacking the can of crab meat. Seeing Mamako's arrival , did not look up.

"Junki Yamada from the branch office sent news yesterday that "IDOL Creation Camp 101" will start filming next Monday, and the location will be in Tokyo. Mr. Mori said that there is a partner of Mafia in Tokyo, and you will go to the show to debut Afterwards, it happens to be able to properly connect with the partner.”

As he said that, Osamu Dazai took a big mouthful of canned crab meat, and his voice was super loud, as if he was talking to Mamako who hadn't had time to eat at noon.

"good to eat!!!"

Mamako bowed slightly across the desk. She changed into the work clothes issued by the company that her boss had repeatedly emphasized when she was thrown to her not long ago. She wore a tall black suit, a Western-style shirt, and her long gray-blue hair was tied up high. , hanging on the side of the face with the movement of bowing.

There was a little helplessness in the lowered eyes of Mr. Dazai's childish behavior.

"Then Dazai-senpai, am I waiting for Chuya-senpai to come back from finishing the task at night, and report the situation to him before rushing to Tokyo?"

Hearing Mamako's question, Osamu Dazai, who was buried in eating canned crab meat, suddenly raised his head to look at Mamako who was standing on the opposite side, his kite-colored eyes narrowed happily.

"Don't wait for the dead slug to come back, this afternoon, no! Go to Tokyo right now."

Speaking of which, Dazai Osamu had an enthusiastic smile on his face, and said with a smile.

"I will notify you when he comes back from the slug. You can go to Tokyo first. Mr. Yamada said that there is something urgent. It is really urgent. It is urgent. Mafia's special car has been parked downstairs in the company and has been arranged. .”

Seeing Osamu Dazai who was suddenly enthusiastic and caring, although Mamako instinctively sensed that something was wrong, as a subordinate, she obediently obeyed the arrangement of her superior, and left the office to go to the special car arranged downstairs.

Asking Mr. Dazai to inform his boss is unreliable after thinking about it. Mamako took out her mobile phone, her eyelashes quivered like butterfly wings.

The phone is out of power.

It must be that I forgot to charge my phone before going to bed last night.

The hands that clasped the phone tightly, then wait until she arrives in Tokyo to recharge the battery before sending a message to the boss.

The door of the office was gently closed, Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone and called the staff on the first floor, and temporarily arranged a special car to take Mamako to Tokyo.

After hanging up the phone, Osamu Dazai propped up his chin with one hand, and put the other hand casually on the desk.

The slender fingers happily tapped the out-of-key tune on the desk, and there was a little expectation in the kite eyes.

He had come to expect the slug to know the way his newly admitted subordinate had run off into a rage.

When I think of it, I am happy to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

******

Tokyo.

Mamako put on her peaked cap, thanked the company driver, and got off Mafia's special car.

She planned to meet up with Mr. Yamada first, to deal with the extremely urgent and urgent matter that Mr. Dazai said in the legend.

"Give it back to me! Robbery!" A female voice suddenly sounded on the street.

As the female voice sounded, the crowd on the street began to riot.

A road was parted in the rioting crowd, and a thief wearing a red sweater and a black woolen cap held a white leather bag in his hand and quickly shuttled out of it with roller shoes on his feet.

A boy in a dark green suit with an airplane head followed closely behind him on a bicycle. The bicycle was stepped on and flew up, as if there were sparks flickering in the vagueness.

Behind the bicycle was a red-haired boy who was running at the same speed as the bicycle, and kept yelling loudly.

"Follow my beat!"

The three staged a century tracking battle on the road.

At this time, Haitangxun, who was wrapped in a green turban, came out of the corner and just collided with the thief on roller skates, and Haitangxun was knocked to the ground.

The bicycle that was chasing the thief immediately ran over Haitangxun who had been knocked to the ground, and the red-haired boy followed and stepped on Haitangxun directly.

Looking at Hai Tang Xun who was stepped on the ground one after another and convulsed, Mamako showed sympathy.

This is too miserable.

But we still have to deal with the thief first.

She narrowed her eyes, looked at the thief on the other side of the road, and took out a lemon drop from her pocket.

aim.

Speeding like lightning, the unremarkable lemon candy crossed a road and hit the knee of the right leg of the moving thief with precision.

The thief's right leg was hit by an unknown object, and his leg softened and he fell directly to the ground.

Levels did not drop.

At any rate, she was also the number one bird hunter in the orphanage back then, and no bird escaped her palm.

Mamako shook her hand, with a little nostalgia in her eyes, waiting for the two men chasing the thief across the street to deal with the thief

Then the cyclist with the airplane head and the boy with red hair covering one eye seemed to enter a strange state, forgetting their original purpose, ignoring the thief who fell to the ground, rushing forward.

The two also talked loudly to each other.

"You can't keep up with my rhythm."

"That's my line!"

One person and one car disappeared in an instant.

The strange desire to win has increased again...

The robber supported his painful leg with one hand, and stood up tremblingly from the ground.

Strange, he must have been hit in the leg by something just now.

Made!

The thief aggressively took out a gun from his pocket. The gun shone silvery white in the sun, and he waved it at the crowd angrily.

"Whoever did it, let me stand up consciously."

The commotion in the crowd stopped abruptly, and no one dared to speak out as they looked at each other.

There are knives.

Mamako frowned, and took out another lemon drop.

A brace.

With a sound of "bang", the thief let go of his hand in pain, and the knife fell to the ground.

Although he didn't see who did it, this time he saw clearly that the murder weapon was a light yellow lemon candy that hit his wrist.

It's such a crap, it hurts so much.

The robber suddenly became furious and bent down impatiently, ready to pick up the knife on the ground.

Mamako watched as the thief's hand was about to touch the pistol, and put her fingers on a handful of lemon candies in her pocket, ready to go.

At this time, a sharp figure rushed out from one side, and struck the thief's wrist with a powerful palm, and the gun that he had just received fell to the ground in pain.

The thief turned his head to look at the passer-by with a ferocious face. The boy with a pink cropped hair did not change his face, and grabbed the thief's right hand, and folded it neatly, a standard capture.

The thief was knocked to the ground, and a girl led the police to come slowly.

Seeing the police arriving, Miss Zhenzhen, an enthusiastic citizen, put on her peaked cap, and left with her head bowed while hiding her merit and fame.

Knotaba Yuhito, who was constantly thanked by the owner, stretched out his hand and scratched his pink cropped head in embarrassment, his eyes shone with embarrassment.

"You don't need to thank me, it was done by the girl across the street."

Everyone looked in the direction that Knotabagi Yujin said, only to see a single street lamp standing across the street, empty and empty.

The crowd who saw nothing did not mention why there was no one. The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and then everyone turned around and continued to praise, what young people are promising, brave, and the light of tomorrow.

The crowd's praise filled my ears, and two lemon candies in transparent packages were scattered on the ground.

Knotweed Yujin picked up the two lemon candies on the ground and held them tightly.

Looking steadily at the empty street across the street, the hard touch of lemon candy came from the palm of his hand. He saw it right just now, with one golden and one blue pupil in the broken hair under the peaked cap.

Mamako on the other side has successfully met Yamada Junki.

"Mr. Yamada, is there something urgent?"

"Ah? What?" Junki Yamada looked up blankly. In just one month, Mamako had already been signed from an artist under his hand, and transformed into a prince from the head office.

"Mr. Dazai said that there is an urgent matter and asked me to come to Tokyo immediately." Mamako blinked.

"Oh, Mr. Dazai, there is an urgent matter, that is——"

Dazai-sama didn't tell me what's the matter.

Junki Yamada looked at Mamako who tilted her head and had a well-behaved face, as if cheating her was the worst thing in the world.

He wiped the non-existent sweat on his head, closed his eyes and talked nonsense: "The company's male cat is depressed after giving birth."

"Male cat? Suffering from postpartum depression?"

Damn, what is he talking about!

Junki Yamada's face was full of despair, he was aphased for a moment, and his brain restarted: "I misremembered, I misremembered, it's about next week's "IDOL Creation Camp 101" shooting the first stage song, I sent a message before asking you, Ma'am, have you decided what to show on the first stage?"

Mamako vaguely remembered that she had received a message from Mr. Yamada, but she was on a mission at the time, and then forgot.

"How about I sing "The Horn of Labor"?"

Mamako rubbed her neck and returned to the dormitory. After discussing with the company teacher, the plan to sing "The Horn of Labor" was tactfully rejected. She worked overtime at the company until two o'clock in the morning to finalize the plan.

After charging the phone that had been turned off for half a day, looking at the shiny phone, did she forget something.