I decided to debut after dressing up as a real person

Port Mafia.

The young man with ochre-orange hair sat on a chair, took off his round hat and put it on the desk, and opened the desk drawer.

A Q-version doll lay quietly on a folder in a drawer.

With the same ochre-orange hair, blue eyes and a three-piece black suit and vest, the Q-version doll and youth have reached a high degree of similarity.

The only difference is that the young man with ochre-orange hair took off his bowler hat, while the Q-version doll still wears a shrunken bowler hat on top of his head.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the Q-version doll in silence for a while, then closed the drawer, out of sight and out of mind.

There is nothing to worry about a subordinate who suddenly disappears after returning from a business trip without reporting a word to him.

"Kuuuuuuuuu—" There was a knock on the office door.

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly grabbed the hat on the desk and put it on again: "Come in."

"Master Zhongyuan, the company has received your courier."

A Port Mafia employee in a black suit walked into the office with a delivery box and bent over to ask.

"You take it here, thank you."

The port Mafia staff received an affirmative answer from the ochre-orange youth, stepped forward and put the courier box on the side of the desk, bowed and retreated, and closed the office door intimately before leaving.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the express box on the desk thoughtfully.

He never bought a courier online, so who sent it to him...?

Half a minute later, Zhongya Nakahara once again looked at the two performance tickets in front of him thoughtfully.

The performance ticket is beautifully made, all in light blue, with the first performance of "IDOL Creation Camp 101" written on it in cute fonts.

"IDOL Creation Camp 101"...?What is this?Who sent him this thing?

As a model worker at the port Mafia, Zhongyuan Zhong is either doing tasks or on the way to do them. He hasn’t paid attention to the entertainment industry these days, so he naturally doesn’t know that "IDOL Creation Camp 101" is a talent show .

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and turned over the performance ticket. On the back of the light blue performance ticket, it was written in print:

Supreme VIP special viewing position.

That's weird, maybe someone sent it to the wrong address.

Zhong Yuan lowered his eyes and planned to put the performance ticket back into the courier box.

The door was pushed open with a "snap" which interrupted his movement, and Dazai Osamu walked into the office casually in a black coat.

There was a smile on his face that Zhongyuan Zhongye hated, and the exposed kite eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the performance ticket in Zhongyuan Zhongye's hand.

Osamu Dazai touched the corner of his clothes, raised his hand and greeted him warmly.

"Morning slug!"

"Dead mackerel, what's the matter with you?" Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned and looked irritable, completely ignoring his false enthusiasm.

"Hey, your attitude is really bad. You deserve to be a slug that was abandoned by your subordinates. There's nothing you can do about it. Even Ms. Zhenren knows to stay away from sticky and annoying slugs~"

Seeing Chuya Nakahara's complexion turn sour in an instant, Osamu Dazai hummed an out-of-key song happily, and approached with a smile to carefully look at the performance ticket in Chuya Nakahara's hand.

"It turns out that slugs also go to the concert accurately? Do slugs also have musical cells~"

中原中也青筋暴起，深深的吸了一口气，看着凑到眼前这张欠揍的脸，双手紧握，指骨响起“咔哒——咔哒——”的清脆声。

The self-sufficient Zhong Yuanzhong also considered the situation of the leader, and gave up the idea of ​​slapping the mackerel to death now.

He stretched out his hand to lower the black bowler hat to cover the ugly face in front of his eyes. He was afraid that if he looked at it for a second longer, he could not help crushing the mackerel that even dogs would hate.

Ignoring the annoying Osamu Dazai, he picked up the courier and prepared to go downstairs to return the wrong courier.

He walked ahead, Dazai Osamu followed behind with his hands in his coat pockets, whistling out of tune.

Nakahara Chuya's expression gradually became irritable, and he tried his best to ignore the mackerel following behind and the harsh whistles in his ears, and he didn't know what medicine the mackerel took today.

Zhong Yuanzhong also found the employee who delivered the courier before, and the two stopped one after the other, and he lowered his voice.

"This courier must have been sent to the wrong place."

Did you send it wrong?no.

"Ok."

Although the employee was full of confusion, seeing Zhongyuan Zhongye's irritable expression, Wei Junjie, who was very knowledgeable about current affairs, took the express delivery quickly.

Seeing that the courier returned it, Nakahara Chuya ignored Dazai Zhi, left the two behind him and strode away unhappily.

Osamu Dazai didn't care about Nakahara Chuya's leaving, and stayed where he was, looking at the port Mafia staff with a smile.

The employee felt terrified at being watched, and couldn't help but speak up, with a trembling voice: "What's the matter, Mr. Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai bent his eyes slightly, stretched out his bandage-wrapped hand, and pointed to the courier in the employee's hand.

"This courier is mine."

The employee hastily handed over the courier with both hands: "Sorry Mr. Dazai, I made a mistake."

Osamu Dazai took the courier, waved to the staff to indicate that it was okay, and took out two performance tickets from the courier box with a smile, and the light blue performance tickets were randomly slapped in the air.

******

The stage for the first public performance was not in the base.

Mamako and other trainees got on the bus arranged by the program group early in the morning and went to the performance stage in advance.

The girl was sitting near the window of the bus. The window was partly opened, and the sultry wind and waves rolled up her loose gray-blue hair. Her surprised pupils closed gently, and her thick eyelashes were like fluttering butterflies. Feel the touch of the wind on your cheeks.

It will be the first public performance in a while, and it can be said that she will not be able to turn back after reaching this point.

The gray world is filled with invisible white mist, and it feels like being pushed by something invisible and intangible.

Mamako opened her eyes, put her right hand on her chin by the window, and looked out the car window.

The scenery outside the car window flew by quickly, and the pedestrians on the side of the road moved forward separately, and the happy laughter of children could be heard from time to time.Everything is so lively and orderly, pedestrians have their own direction and destination.

want to……

Mamako lowered her eyes slightly, looked away from the pedestrians on the side of the road, sighed slightly, and dissipated in the sweltering wind and waves with the moving bus.

The trainees on the bus are also doing their own things. Most of the trainees wear blindfolds and close their eyes to rest, while some are preparing for the next stage.

The bus drove quickly on the asphalt road. After driving for more than half an hour, it arrived at the destination, the scene of the first performance stage.

Because of the news released by the program group, a large number of fans have arrived at the scene a few hours in advance and guarded the entrance of the performance stage even before the audience's admission time.

Seeing the arrival of the program group's bus, there were excited shouts outside.

The trainees got off the bus in the order of their seats, and Mamako sat in the window seat at the back of the bus.

The explosion of "IDOL Creation Camp 101" has made every trainee more or less gain their own fans. When every trainee gets off the car, there will be screams and the shutter of taking pictures Voice.

Mamako's eyes were half-closed, and the sutures running through her entire face made her appear cautious and dangerous, and one could judge the trainee's true popularity by listening to the sound waves outside the window.

Soon there were very few trainees on the bus, and the familiar trainees came over and patted Mamako, signaling that they were about to get off the bus.

Mamako raised her eyes, her eyes, which were as bright as glass, were slightly bent, like the melting of the first snow in an instant, diluting the danger of prudence brought by the suture.

She smiled gratefully at the trainee she was familiar with, and stood up while leaning on the back of the seat.

The trainees all wore uniform program costumes, a set of light blue training clothes, but the moment Mamako got out of the bus, fans recognized it from the large piece of light blue trainees at a glance.

Mamako got off the bus, the sun was shining in the early morning of August, the golden sunlight was jumping on the tip of the girl's hair, the eyes were full of light, and the unique beauty was matched with the light golden sunshine.The sudden impact of appearance made the fan group around the road opened by the program group seem to have been pressed the pause button for an instant, and at the same time lost their voices.

With cicadas chirping and car horns ringing in her ears, Mamako pursed her thin lips slightly as she looked at the still crowd, as expected she was still the same as when she was a child.

It was quiet for a second before the fan group reacted. The screams and shouts seemed to pierce the sky, and the mixed sound wave after wave beat the air. I don't know who started it, the fans reached a high degree of unity in a tacit understanding in an instant, they spoke in unison, the voice resounded in the sky, and there was a tacit progress.

"Real man sauce!"

"Real man sauce!!"

"Real man sauce!!!"

Mamako looked at the fans shouting her name in all directions. Most of the fans were girls in their youth, and there were a few boys mixed in here and there, but they all shouted her name in common. That is A love without reservation.

Faced with this kind of scene for the first time, Mamako paused for a moment before slowly moving forward. She carefully looked at the excited faces of every fan and tried to remember.

When approaching the gate of the building entering the performance stage, the crowd suddenly raised a huge red banner.

[Real and real, the eternal god of the beauty of the underworld! ! ! ]

What is the beauty of the underworld, the corners of Mamako's mouth rose slightly.

The girl closest to her began to shout loudly, with sparkles in her eyes: "Zai Zai! Mom loves you!!! Come on for the first performance!!!"

Mother……

Mamako looked at the source of the voice, it was a girl about her age, her fair cheeks were full of excitement, her brown eyes were filled with tears, her unreserved love was too bright, like the warm sun .

The tips of her ears were reddish, Mamako stopped and showed a bright smile to the fans, her voice was not loud but the fans still heard clearly, what she said was true.

"I will, thanks mom."

After Mamako finished speaking, she turned around in embarrassment and quickly walked into the base.

The girl who heard the answer covered her heart excitedly, and she could also hear her excited voice sharing with her companions.

"Zizai is so good!!! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(my "

……

In the dark corridor, the girl's ears were covered with red clouds, and her face was instantly aggressive.

She wants to debut!

******

There was still an hour before the first performance of "IDOL Creation Camp 101", and most fans began to enter the venue early.

Walking Mount Fuji Lehu, Xia Youjie and Hua Yu led a large group of curse spirits to the entrance of the performance stage.

Walking in the front are Mt. Fuji Lohu, Xia Youjie and Hua Yu, followed closely by the trio of special magic spirits followed by the first-level magic spirits canvassing votes on the forum. The woman wore a tattered skirt with a It was covered with black blood, and the eye sockets were full of squirming hair.

Because she was selected by Mr. Lihu, she was so excited that she could come to the scene to call for the real adult today. She didn't sleep all day and all night. Although she didn't sleep before, the corner of her mouth cracked from the root of her left ear to the root of her right ear, revealing two sharp lines Teeth, a sinister grin cracked across his face.

Immediately behind her was a curse spirit holding its own head. The neck of the curse spirit was neatly cut open, and the wriggling flesh tissue on the neck was clearly visible. Scarlet blood kept gushing out from the gap in the neck. The head held in his arms was also bleeding from seven orifices, and there was nothing in the eye sockets. Along with the scarlet blood, there was also a white solid that seemed to be brain pulp.

Only half of the body's curse spirits, the curse spirits running after the eyeballs, all kinds of ugly and strangely shaped curse spirits are vast.

Among the staff in charge of ticket checking, one staff member was drowsy after working for a long time, his eyelids were fighting, and the cold and damp breath climbed along his spine.

Hairs stood on end, unease pounded wildly in her heart, and the wind howled. She opened her eyes in a daze, and saw that the asphalt road was pitch-black, covered with blood, and all kinds of strange monsters were crawling towards her.

Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!

She was terrified all over, her eyes widened in horror, and the street was empty for a moment, her heart was beating violently in her chest, and she was still in shock.

It must be a dream, it must be a dream.

With the arrival of the large army of curse spirits, the cold atmosphere quickly spread in the whole air, and the sky darkened in an instant.

Another staff member touched his arm and muttered softly.

"Why is it suddenly cold, and it's still dark, strange..."

Leu Hu and his group swaggered into the entrance.

"Stop!!! The one in front stopped, that's right, that's right, that's you, that monk with the ball head and five cassocks, why did you get in before you checked the ticket?"

With a grumpy tone, the staff in security uniform stopped Xia Youjie.

"Let me tell you, don't think that you don't need to check the ticket because you are a monk. I told you it's useless, and you won't be allowed to enter without a ticket!"

A group of curse spirits looked at each other, and then looked at Xia Youjie who was stopped alone.