The second broadcast of "Sanhua Limi".

"The investors are so generous. They just said that the radio program will be broadcast irregularly, but the final decision was made this week, and it will be broadcast every week. Doesn't this clearly indicate that the next season is just around the corner."

Program producer Nobu Mizuno sat in his chair and stretched.

Everything is ready, just wait until the point to start the live broadcast.

In the winter, the heating was on but not too high. He was wearing an orange program logo outfit, a thin cotton T-shirt underneath, and at hand were cans of beer and torn-off potato chips.

There were two knocks on the door. The assistant was still chewing shrimp crackers and his mouth was bulging. He clapped his hands and ran over to open the door. The cold air in the corridor was sucked in from the door. A man about the same age as Mizuno walked straight away.

Come in.

"Mr. Mizuno, a well-known broadcast producer in the industry, if a photo of you acting like a cheater is taken and circulated, I'm afraid the employer will regret it very quickly."

"Speak normally, everyone is a fool, and your expression looks just like those greedy guys in the Taihe drama who can't survive two episodes." Mizuno rolled his eyes at him.

The supervisor next to me who is leading the animation creation once again ran out of the dark room and wandered around.

Mamoru Hatakeyama was dressed quite formally today. He was wearing a plaid shirt that was standard for painters. He had a small belly and perfectly satisfied the stereotype of a middle-aged fat uncle.

"Want a beer?"

"Is Jiro Beer considered alcohol?" Mamoru Hatakeyama's eyes widened.

"At least that's how Japan's wine classification is judged." Mizuno scratched his head and argued.

"Okay, give me a can."

Mamoru Hatakeyama nodded, then looked down at the table full of puffed food.

He said with disdain: "The food that goes with the wine is a bit shabby. It should be served hot."

Mizuno Nobu immediately turned around and called his assistant: "Aji, go get another pizza. I want seafood."

Mamoru Hatakeyama said: "I want some Italian bacon."

"oh."

The assistant glanced helplessly at the animation director who had occupied his position and sat down next to Mizuno.

The humble newcomer in the workplace could only lament and walk out of the room, preparing to call the takeaway phone number and wait for the food to be delivered.

The program producer Mizuno Nobu remained unblinking and continued to look at the screen.

Open a can of beer, tear into a bag of beans, put your feet up and enjoy the cozy afternoon.

…

The guys outside are having a great time, but Mr. Qianhara in the studio on the other side of the glass wall has no such leisure at all.

The unventilated heated room was extremely dull, and the heat that had not been adjusted at all hit the body directly, making one feel drowsy and his eyelids felt weak.

There were people laughing and joking outside, getting ready to have another dinner together, but the people inside could only watch helplessly.

Even if you just pack potato chips now, it will be able to comfort the wounded hearts of young boys and girls.

The ship girl in my hand was broken again.

Stop playing, stop playing, Tanaka really needs to fly!

The phone was turned off and stuffed into her pocket. Chihara, who was so hot that she only had one shirt left, glanced to the side. Mari Uchida, who had arrived late, was still taking out the script from her bag that didn't contain much substance at all.

Today, Ms. Uchida is wearing a dark-colored women's windbreaker that is suitable for changing seasons. She slowly takes it off, revealing the plain sweatshirt underneath. It doesn't look too thick, and it's just right for this late winter.

Because I came from other places in a hurry, I was a little out of breath.

"I'm sorry, the tram is late. Please wait."

The girl bent slightly and bowed, her beautiful black hair fell straight down, and she exuded an ordinary and simple clean fragrance from the shower gel and shampoo, the kind of ordinary girl next door.

It smells completely different from the brand-name perfume that my sister used to have.

One word, fresh!

And this feeling of being called senior is really cool.

Qianyuan hurriedly waved her hand to indicate that it was okay.

He put on the air of a good senior and said in a gentle voice: "It will take some time before the program starts. Don't be in a hurry. Sit down and rest for a while."

Jogging all the way from the station, Mari Uchida's face was slightly red, she was sweating a lot, and a lot of her hair was stuck to her forehead.

She pushed her hanging hair behind her ears and was breathing in small breaths, intending to rely on the body's self-cooling mechanism.

"Hey, staff brother, please turn down the air conditioning temperature. It's going to be extremely hot." Qianyuan greeted through the microphone.

The producer who was still playing with his mobile phone and drinking a beer outside heard the voice and raised his eyes, and happened to see the two people inside with slightly red faces.

The staff outside the glass wall nodded and lowered the temperature a few degrees.

As a result, the temperature in the studio was filled with a pleasant and refreshing atmosphere with the help of air conditioning.

"Senior Chihara, thank you." Mari Uchida whispered.

"You're welcome."

Qianyuan nodded reservedly, and then put on his Pikachu suit.

Seeing the corners of his mouth raised in a look of joy, the girl suspected that he was asking to cool down just to show this in front of the camera.

"Yesterday Yuuma told me that you also wore this when eating..." The girl hesitated, "Qianyuan-senpai, did you not wash it last night?"

Looking at her suspicious eyes, Qianyuan waved his hand to indicate that he was a top mysophobia patient.

He thought for a while and said slowly: "Is it possible that I bought three pieces and changed them back and forth?"

"Then I can only admire the childlike innocence of the little senior." The girl shook her head, not even her own brother would wear this type of clothing.

"Perhaps Miss Uchida is too mature?" Qianyuan tilted her head.

"So direct... To say a girl is mature at this moment is equivalent to saying she is old."

"I made a mistake, I should be more prudent and dignified." Qianyuan laughed, took out the candy from his pocket and put it on the table again.

"Why do you always put candies in your pockets?" Mari Uchida looked suspicious.

"What time is this?"

"Can't remember clearly."

Qianyuan peeled off the icing and stuffed it into his mouth, recalling, "But this is the second time I've used it to apologize in front of you."

"You mean, you've used this trick on other people many times?"

"As expected of Miss Uchida, so smart!"

"Yeah, I think I'm very smart too."

The girl said matter-of-factly, holding her chin in her hands.

When she smiled, her eyes narrowed into cute crescent moons.

"By the way, how long until the show starts?" Uchida Mari suddenly asked.

Qianyuan raised his head and glanced at the clock in the studio, "There are about five or six minutes left."

Mari Uchida lowered her head and straightened her clothes a little, then looked in the makeup mirror and pulled her forehead with her fingers to a satisfactory arc.

Then she glanced at the clock above to make sure it was in place!

They gestured to the producer behind the glass, and then nodded vigorously to each other.

The girl cleared her throat, tilted her head slightly and stared at the boy beside her, with a beautiful curve at the corner of her mouth.

She smiled brightly and asked, "Can we talk again?"

"I feel like there aren't any fun topics to talk about except Yuuma being dumped and the new song you released a few days ago." Qianyuan touched her nose.

"If you think about it carefully, it's actually quite embarrassing." Mari Uchida said with a serious face, "Please Qianhara-senpai, please stop laughing and saying that I can't sing well, otherwise I will expose your business of sending cards to everyone. From now on, the industry will only

I can hear you, Qianyuan-senpai, have a reputation as a 'playboy'."

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What a despicable woman!

How cautious!

"It's a pity that you're late." He shook his head. "Last night, Nobunaga revealed this matter in advance on Twitter. He even tricked Matsuda into proving it for him and called it the "unlimited hairpin system" given to both men and women.

"."

It has even been praised by many netizens, and I hope Mr. Qianyuan can personally send them a copy.

The most eye-catching thing among them was the private message sent by Mr. Mizukura, "Senior, what about me?". Only then did Qianyuan remember that he had not given it to sister Mizukura.

Then the cute junior opposite me heard a loop of "What about me?", which made people feel sour. The mailbox also came with a tear-jerking voice prompt and a sobbing sound like a wraith.

So much so that Mr. Qianyuan, who felt he was in the wrong, only dared to say "see you next time" and "good night", and then buried his head and pretended to be dead.

The girl nodded, her expression calm, as if she had known about this for a long time.

Qianyuan slowly chewed the toffee in his mouth and suddenly said with a laugh: "Speaking of which, after the second episode was broadcast, this radio program actually became a weekly event. I really didn't expect it."
To be continued...