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Chapter 1 The firm was bankrupted by me

1981, Minato-ku, Tokyo.

In March, when the spring was cold, the temperature in the morning was still a bit oppressive, so Hideki Hanyu had to put on an extra coat.

Who would have thought that in his previous life, he was a social creature born in 1995 and was obsessed with 996. How could he suddenly travel to the Showa era and become an idol who had already debuted?

But it's a bit embarrassing to call him an idol. Compared to the 1970s, when Hideki Nishiro became popular, the original owner of his body, Hideki Nishiro, has gone on to become an idol. Even one word can't describe it as tragic.

He made his debut at the age of sixteen, and his first single sold 500 copies, which was a dismal and silent success. He then switched to making movies and played a three-day online tour after the release. No one knew about the loss.

In two years, I failed to gain any fame in the entertainment industry.

A few days ago, the agency was preparing for a final struggle and arranged a new song performance for the original owner. The original owner was too stressed and had to deal with it backstage. He just happened to travel through time.

As a result, before he could figure out the situation, he was pushed onto the stage and performed a live Michael Jackson Super Bowl performance, which was limited to the beginning.

Then, there was nothing more. Of course, I was kicked off the stage by the audience. I remember a guy threw all his shoes up.

This morning, I came to the office in Minato City as usual, but before I even entered the door, I saw movers loading things in the office into their cars.

Hanyu Hideki put away his expression, pulled up a chair and sat down, "Shouldn't it be over long ago?"

"Hey, it turns out that I was almost taken care of."

"I have already communicated with Hirohashi Asako-san. She happens to be in need of a dance teacher. Hasn't Hanyu-kun been learning to dance since he was a child? It would be good to be a dance teacher."

He walked up to him, circled around him, and said unhappily, "Yukio-san! I only bought one copy!"

Having said this, Yukio Tanaka patted his butt and stood up, "I'm leaving. Hanyu-kun knows the phone number at home."



"Beef rice bowl?" Hanyu Hideki took it.

His handsome appearance with soft lines, cold white complexion, and a sense of decadence and depression accumulated from two years of failure make people feel a desire for protection.

While he was chatting, Hideki Hanyu thought of Asako Hirohashi.

There is no need to falsely report a height of 180. In today's neon world, he can be called tall. His upper body without a yukata has clear and smooth muscles due to his dancing practice since childhood.

"No lady from a big family would like Yukio-san like this!"

"Well...it's indeed gone." Hanyu Hideki touched his chin.

In my impression, she was an ordinary-looking but very talented woman. She was the original publicity director of Tanaka Entertainment Agency. Because her husband objected to working after marriage, she resigned not long after joining the job.

"They say we should break up, so we can't just watch Hanyu-kun go begging."

"Stop talking nonsense, do you still need to arrange a retirement press conference for Hanyu-kun? Do you think the media will attend?"

"Idiot, don't think about eating all the time! It's a master tape of a song that was released before. I bought it from the record company as a souvenir of my idol career."

Feeling strange in his heart, Hanyu Hideki walked into the office in twos and twos.

"Ahem..."

I must change to a house with a bed in the future.

If it weren't for the blood transfusion of Yukio Tanaka, a young man who didn't want to inherit the family's clothing factory, he would have been able to keep his office, a street idol's, in fact, closed down long ago. Today's scene was completely expected.

"Yes, my dream is over. Hanyu-kun has been with me for two years."

Sales were dismal, and Yukio Tanaka didn't spend much money to buy back the copyright.

"Yukio-san will go home and inherit the clothing factory next. Yukio-san is so old, he will be arranged to go on a blind date with the lady from the big family. I heard that the girls from the big family are very gentle, which is really enviable..."

How to make money?

Although after time travel, the memory of the previous life has become like a database that can be searched using keywords, and it is still very clear, why didn't you remember the lottery information from the Neon Showa era?

It's better to go to the training room to teach dancing first, otherwise food will be a problem, and the office won't be responsible for next month's rent.

"Idiot, don't say such things that ruin the atmosphere. How old am I?"

The time traveler's daily narcissism session is over, and Hideki Hanyu lies on the tatami, which he is still not used to sleeping in, and thinks.

But after traveling through time, do you still want to be a wage earner?

Hearing this, Hanyu Hideki pointed to the door number of "Tanaka Entertainment" office, "Isn't this still there?"

When I entered the office, I saw the already empty office. The thirty-year-old president Yukio Tanaka was sitting on a broken chair, eating a beef bowl with rice.

Yukio Tanaka was choked by Hanyu Hideki's words. He hammered his chest and shouted angrily, "Asshole! If you only think about eating, don't you care that your office is gone?"

Yukio Tanaka seemed annoyed, but he was quite moved in his heart, because he saw that his younger brother was comforting him with jokes.

"I originally planned to pay living expenses directly to Hanyu-kun, but my family has stopped my card, so Hanyu-kun should go to work."

In Shibuya Honmachi, in an apartment with a monthly rent of 50,000 yen, Hideki Hanyu was looking in the mirror after returning home and taking a shower.

"Have you arranged all the work for me after we break up?"

Hideki Hanyu often went there to receive vocal training because of his record deal with Warner Pioneer. Asako Hirohashi became friends with him and always cared about him.

"Baga, what kind of reaction is this!"

"Here." Yukio Tanaka took out a bag from somewhere and handed it over.

"Asshole, don't be so sensational."

Later, she divorced because of this and became a single mother with a daughter. Now she works as a manager in a training room owned by Warner Pioneer.

“I only like Nami-chan in Roppongi!”

"What is an idol career? I haven't announced my retirement yet."

"Goodbye then. We have been very happy together these two years, Yukio-san."

Since it was an expected thing, it became natural for the group to break up. They were two men, one big and one small, and they couldn't say a sad farewell with tears in their eyes.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a mover came up to him and took down the door plate.

What's more, the name of the bartender in Roppongi was called out when saying goodbye, and the atmosphere was really not sad.

"What's going on?"



Tsk tsk~

He himself couldn't resist such a human spanner, let alone women. If he accidentally fell into the gay category, he would surely attract a group of aggressive men.

Snap!

Before Hanyu Hideki could finish his words, he was hit on the head with chopsticks.

Yukio Tanaka's dream of a large firm was shattered and he looked lonely.

It is estimated to cost a lot of money.

There are so many unknown idols like Hideki Hanyu in Neon, and no one cares about his retirement. He just disappears quietly.

After experiencing that stage accident, Hanyu Hideki, who had been depressed and decadent for many years, suddenly became cheerful. This made Yukio Tanaka very happy. In the past, he often worried that Hanyu Hideki would not be able to think about it.

He would fly to London to feed the pigeons when he was in a bad mood, and he also wanted a life where he could leave whenever he wanted.

I still want to be a rich man.



This book is a light-hearted and refreshing novel, and there is absolutely no plot about the literary youth abusing the protagonist, so please feel free to read it.
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