In the passage outside the Chiba Makuhara International Exhibition Venue, Shimizu Tetsu found Miyato Kyuro who was replenishing water in a big mouth.

"Miya Fujisan."

"Ah, Kiyomizu, I'll give you this," he threw another bottle of unopened water to Kiyomizu Tsuki. Miyato Kyuro hurriedly poured a big mouthful of water, and then sighed with satisfaction, "I didn't expect there were so many people today..."

"yes."

Unscrew the bottle cap, Shimizuki sat down opposite him, and looked at the crowd who came to participate in the AKB handshake while drinking water.

Fans are all over the age group, but in general, most of them are young men. Some walk out of the venue with their hands rubbed and smiled, some are eager to go in with handshake tickets, and some even find a corner to start exchanging idols around them. Various emotions are intertwined, making the air filled with a rare vitality elsewhere.

However, there is also Miyato Kyuro, a man of some age, who can't help but complain.

"You young people in Kiyomizu are fine. At my age, it's really hard to stand in line for four hours early in the morning... By the way, I'll hold Yuko Oshima and Tomi Hinomi. Who do you hold?"

"Hina Kojima and Mato Watanabe."

"Oh? How do you feel?"

"I really have to say what I feel," put the empty water bottle into the trash can three meters away. Shimizu Tetsu picked up his arm and began to recall. "I can't say that they have a bad attitude, but they always feel... like they are shaking hands with strangers who are familiar with themselves, and they are talking about trivial topics that are meaningless... For example, it's like the smell of tap water."

"Is that true? Maybe because you are not their real fan."

"perhaps."

Shimizu Tetsu nodded slightly and glanced at the couple chatting enthusiastically. He always felt that he could never have that kind of excitement.

Miyato Kyuro Miyato's side also finished processing the empty bottle and looked at the pointer on his wrist.

"It's one pm now, and there is still money left. Do you want to experience it again?"

Although physical strength is not a problem and this kind of opportunity to obtain materials for public funds is rare, the psychological fatigue still makes Shimizu shook his head slightly.

"Miya Fujisan, look at it."

Miyato turned his head and saw that the entrance to the venue was already crowded with fans carrying large and small bags. Not to mention queuing up, even entering the venue was a difficult problem.

"Ah this..."

Feeling the faint pain in his waist and back, Miyato Kazuru Miyato couldn't help feeling timid. He turned his eyes regretfully, but suddenly discovered a place.

"Qingmizu-kun, how about going there?"

"where?"

Following his gaze, Shimizu Tetsu saw the sign of Nogizaka at the end of the passage. Under the white and purple flags, there were a few tourists who were greedy for spaciousness. It took a long time to enter and exit the entrance to the venue. Compared with the lively sky on AKB, there was a completely desolate scene that no one cared about.

"Nogizaka... are they not AKB's official opponents? Why do you just hold a handshake meeting next to AKB?"

"I don't know either," Miyato Kyuro Miyato spread his hands, with an indifferent expression on his face. "But there is no one looking like a human being. Should I try it? Just think it's about understanding the difference between new idols and famous idols."

Shimizu thought about it and couldn't find the need to object, "Then let's go."

Nogizaka's handshake arrangement is similar to AKB. It is also a long line of tables lined up. Behind the table are young idols in uniforms, and in front of the table are staff in black suits. The only difference is popularity.

Unlike the long queues in front of each table on AKB, there are only two or three tables in front of the queue, and there are only a few people left. Some of them are even completely empty in front of the tables, leaving little idols and staff standing there in a daze.

Seeing this, Miyato Kyuro was relieved and directly found those idle idols who were doing nothing and held them one by one. Shimizu Tetsu chose the longest line and was distracted to think about the question of "what is an idol".

Idols are just a profession on the surface, but AKB's popularity and the excitement on the faces of fans who come to participate in the handshake meeting made him feel that it is not that simple. In this case, the idol should have something that other professions do not have. As for what this kind of thing is...

Thinking about this question, he had already arrived at the forefront of the team.

"Sir, please show your handshake ticket."

"Oh well."

“You have three minutes.”

Seeing the staff put away the handshake coupon, Shimizu Tetsu subconsciously stretched out his hand. It was not until he felt the cold touch on his hands and the gentle sound in his ear that he remembered to look at the girl in front of him.

She was wearing a plaid uniform like curtain cloth, with long chestnut hair split into two strands hanging on her chest, her bright face and white arms as white as jade were exposed, and under her slender eyebrows were clear black and white. She looked even better than the Oshima Hona I just saw. Anyone who saw her at first sight would have the first impression of "this person is very beautiful".

After staring at her for a few seconds, Shimizu Tsuki suddenly realized that he didn't know her name yet. He glanced at the printing paper next to him and said, "Shirashisan...is it?"

"Ah, yes!"

Even though she has not been an idol for a long time, Mai Shiraishi has participated in several handshake activities, which has accumulated some so-called experience.

Generally speaking, people who come to shake hands will introduce themselves first, then praise her, talk about her performance on TV or blog, and end up with showing support.

But although the person in front of me is one of the best among the people who come to shake hands, his actions are really too strange.

I was absent-minded when queuing and didn't care about shaking hands at all. It seemed that I knew my name after reading the notice posted next to me. I even had a little uncertain tone, as if I was asking the service staff behind the station consultation desk.

This made Mai Shiraishi say "Thank you for attending the Nogizaka handshake meeting", and didn't know what to say for a moment.

But the weird guy in front of him still didn't move. Driven by the so-called professional spirit, Mai Shiraishi spoke first.

"Is this your first time participating in Nogizaka's handshake?"

"Ah, ah, that's right."

Finally, she completely pulled away from her thoughts. Shimizu Tetsu felt the hot palm in her hand. She looked at the girl in front of her who was nervous but still trying to find the topic with her eyebrows and eyes, curled her lips slightly and focused her attention on the handshake meeting.

"But I heard of Nogizaka's name very early, probably in June last year."

"Eh? So early?"

"Well, a friend signed up for Nogizaka's selection at that time and even passed the second round of selection, but for some reasons, he did not go to the final interview site."

"So that's what it is..."

With his words in agreement, Shiraishi Mai was a little dissatisfied. There were not many people left after the second round of selection. As long as he participated in the final interview, there was a high probability that he would be successfully selected. In this case, no one would give up on his own initiative, right? Maybe this was a lie he made up.

There were such people in the previous handshake meetings. In order to attract their own attention, they came up and claimed that they or relatives and friends also participated in the Nogizaka selection. Unfortunately, they failed at the last moment. Although the person in front of them looked very handsome, the things they did were exactly the same as those people. It was really...

Shimizu Tetsu didn't notice that Mai Shiraishi's evaluation of herself had dropped a little without realizing it, and continued to ask: "Speaking of it, it's still February. Isn't it cold to wear this uniform that reveals your arms?"

“Hey?”

The first time someone asked this question, Mai Shiraishi didn't react for a moment. She was stunned for a moment before hurriedly said: "It's actually a bit cold, but because she is an idol, so..."

"Idol..."

Shimizu Tetsu sighed, "Can you ask, what is the reason why Shiraishi-san chose to become an idol?"

"reason?"

Another strange question, Shiraishi Mai couldn't help but frown and thought, but this time before she could give the answer, she heard a sound coming from the side.

"Sorry, the time is up."

Then the hand was released without any slightest reluctance.

"It seems too late. Shiraishan, please see you again if you have the chance."

Before I could tell the routine "Please support our Nogizaka's debut single", the man had already walked away, leaving only a slender back.

Next, he received several fans who came here specially. However, Mai Shiraishi repeatedly recalled the person just now during the shaking hands: Even though she looked quite handsome, her actions and words were too strange, and her attention angle was different from others...

Just as she was thinking about this, she suddenly caught a figure that surprised her from the corner of her eyes. The strange man was in another queue, lowering his head and holding his arms, as if he was thinking about something.

Humph, what are you pretending to be? You are just a fickle weirdo.

After letting go of his contemplation of the man, Mai Shiraishi cheered up and responded seriously to the supporters who shook hands.

But until the handshake ended that day, she didn't think clearly where her dissatisfaction with that person came from.

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