After hearing Masahiro Nakamura's shouting, Minami Nai, who was hiding in the bathroom, trotted out after a while.
As soon as she came out of it, she caught sight of the yellow-haired young man a few steps away, and the girl was immediately startled.
Like a frightened rabbit, Nai Minami hid behind Nakamura Masahiro in a panic, as if he had found a firm support.
"Xiaonan, why are you avoiding me?"
Naturally, the yellow-haired young man also discovered Nai Minami who was hiding behind Nakamura Masahiro. He quickly walked closer and asked the girl questions through Nakamura Masahiro.
"Simi Masai, I don't like you, please stop harassing me..."
Minami Nai's voice came from behind Masahiro Nakamura, and her soft tone sounded slightly bored and anxious.
"Why is this harassment?"
The yellow-haired young man was obviously dissatisfied with the girl's remarks. He yelled in a somewhat irritable voice: "Xiao Nan, is it because of this guy that you do this to me?"
Good guy, you can't find anyone to pay for your failure? Just let me take the blame for you?
Nakamura Masahiro raised his eyebrows dissatisfied, staring at the yellow-haired young man with a slightly scrutinizing look in his gloomy eyes.
Being stared at by Masahiro Nakamura with unkind eyes, the yellow-haired young man felt a sense of contempt.
His already irritable mood suddenly rose up like a flame encountering an accelerant, and his heart was instantly filled with anger.
Traces of bloodshot eyes could be vaguely seen in his widened eyes. He put on a posture with full anger and glared at Masahiro Nakamura with a somewhat fierce look.
Looking at his aggressive look, it's a sign that he's going to take action if he disagrees?
"That... that..."
Carefully sticking his head out, Ming Jingnan showed a look of fear on his face, obviously a little frightened by him.
"That's not true. I just simply don't like you."
Sincerity is the sharpest weapon, but Ming Jingnan's frank confession was unacceptable to the yellow-haired young man. His staring eyes showed a trace of hope.
"Xiaonan, you obviously didn't say that before..."
"I have never said that I like you before, I just think that we are friends and can get along well..."
Nai Minami shrank her little head, her fear of the yellow-haired young man made her hide behind Nakamura Masahiro, and her little hands tightly pulled the hem of Nakamura Masahiro's clothes.
"It's your own choice, it has nothing to do with me."
There was a hint of helplessness on the little face that pursed the corner of her mouth, and Ming Jingnan forced out her patience to explain to the other party.
"As for dating, I don't want to think about it yet..."
With such tea talk, is it because Najing Nan has a pure personality? Or does she just look pure on the outside?
Nakamura Masahiro grinned, and the dissatisfaction accumulated in his heart gradually dissipated, and instead, a hint of sympathy emerged.
Perhaps Mingnan may not have thought that much, but there is no doubt that this young man with yellow hair must have imagined a lot of things.
"Xiaonan, is it because of him?"
The yellow-haired young man turned his attention back to Masahiro Nakamura. His original violent mood had eased a little, but his face was still dark.
"Did you reject me because of him?"
"Idiot, she will never accept you whether it's because of me or not."
Nakamura Masahiro interrupted him unceremoniously, and his tone of truthful statement was inexplicably tinged with a sense of ridicule.
"Xiao Nan has never liked you. Your so-called feelings are just self-indulgent."
Well, to use a word from the other side of my memory to describe it, the yellow-haired young man is probably the so-called licking dog, right?
"Besides, are you sure you want to continue the stalemate here?"
Nakamura Masahiro gestured to the other party with his eyes, asking him to take a look at some of the crowds that were already surrounding him.
Although Japanese people are generally indifferent, it is human nature to watch the excitement and eat melons, and they are naturally no exception.
In addition, there was a lot of traffic in Aeon Department Store, and they were in a place like the bathroom, so after a while, a small crowd gathered around the three of them.
The yellow-haired young man turned his head and looked around. Being stared at by so many people with strange eyes, he suddenly became a little timid.
"Just wait for me..."
Reluctantly, he said harsh words to Nakamura Masahiro, and the yellow-haired young man turned to look at Minami Nai who was hiding behind.
"Xiaonan, do you really have no feelings for me at all?"
"Sorry, really no..."
The girl stretched her head, with a timid look on her face, and answered in a soft but firm voice.
The yellow-haired young man lowered his head sadly, as if shrouded in the shadow of failure. After a moment, he turned around and left without looking back.
Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, the crowd of people watching melon-eating also dispersed in droves, disappearing in all the aisles of the shopping mall in the blink of an eye.
"By the way, Xiaonan, what's going on between him and you?"
Nakamura Masahiro also took the opportunity to pull Nai Minami away quickly. After turning left and right, the two of them soon joined the crowd in the shopping mall.
"He is a medical student. My father admires him very much. He often invites him to our home and then introduces us..."
Nai Minami, who was being pulled by Nakamura Masahiro, could only take small steps and quickly follow up with Nakamura Masahiro while answering with a slightly frowning face.
"I guess it's because dad and the others are more enthusiastic towards him, which may have given him the wrong impression..."
Nakamura nodded with some relief to show his understanding. Nakamura Masahiro knew that Minami's father was a professor at Osaka University School of Medicine and had a great reputation in the medical field.
If there is an outstanding medical student, it is actually quite normal for him to appreciate his enthusiastic attitude.
However, his action of introducing his daughter to others seems to be a little too lack of consideration.
Although most Japanese women fall in love for the first time in their teens, whether Najing Minami is willing to accept this matter obviously has her own thoughts and considerations.
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Nakamura Masahiro glanced sideways at Nai Minami's worried little face, and quickly pulled her out of the AEON Department Store.
"No...how should I put it, it's just a relationship between ordinary friends..."
After thinking about it with her little head tilted, Najing Nan came to a conclusion about her relationship with the yellow-haired young man.
"If he hadn't confessed his love to me, maybe we would have continued to get along."
To be honest, although the yellow-haired young man is not handsome, his appearance is not too bad.
With a background as a medical student and the appreciation of Mingnan’s father, it is obviously a high-quality stock with great potential.
Mingjingnan's father introduced him to Xiaonan, so it may not be that he didn't have thoughts and considerations in that regard.
However, Mingjing Nan doesn't seem to think that way, and she can't think that far ahead at her current age.
"So, what is your ideal type like?"
After looking at Nai Minami with great interest, Nakamura Masahiro asked in a slightly curious tone: "Don't say you don't have an ideal type..."
"My ideal type..."
The girl pursed her lips, glanced secretly at Masahiro Nakamura, who had a smile on his face, and answered with some hesitation.
"You don't have to be too tall, but you must be taller than me, and you must be talented. In terms of appearance, you should be almost the same as Director Nakamura..."
The slight smile on his face stopped abruptly, and Nakamura Masahiro looked at the shy Nai Minami with some surprise.
If his judgment is correct, it seems that the ideal standard of Mingjing Nan is based on him.
If that's the case, who was Najingnan's chosen target? Well, this is a bit difficult to deal with.
"Xiaonan, are you similar to me?"
Facing Nakamura Masahiro's curious eyes, the girl nodded firmly and answered directly in the affirmative.
Blinking, Nakamura Masahiro didn't know how to comment for a moment. After a moment of silence, he continued to walk Mingnan through the streets and alleys, but quietly let go of the girl's tender little hand.
Of course the girl noticed it immediately, but she didn't say anything, but her pursed mouth still revealed her unhappy mood.
The gray sky looks like diluted ink, and combined with the dim lights on the street, it has an inexplicable literary and artistic charm.
If paired with a melancholic soundtrack, the atmosphere created would probably be the heart-touching sadness on the Internet, right?
"It's getting late, should I take you back?"
"No need, I'll just go back by myself."
Faced with Nakamura Masahiro's inquiry, Nai Minami shook her head decisively and waved at Nakamura Masahiro.
"Director Nakamura, goodbye."
Before the soft words could be finished, Nai Minami had already turned around, and left with her back to Nakamura Masahiro.
The pace is not fast, perhaps because she has been studying ballet all year round. The way the girl walks can make people feel the elegance exuding from her body.
However, if you focus on the girl's lower body, you will feel an inexplicable sense of joy.
Watching Nai Minami's figure gradually disappearing, a sudden thought flashed through Nakamura Masahiro's mind: Minami turns out to be a foreigner?
Shaking his head subconsciously, Nakamura Masahiro quickly threw this strange thought out of his mind. When he looked up again, Nai Minami's figure had disappeared into the distance.
The flashing neon lights set off each other like gorgeous ribbons, decorating the bustling night scene of Tokyo.
The flickering light shone on Nakamura Masahiro's body, casting a dark and unclear shadow.
Strolling through the bustling streets, surrounded by the noisy noise, Nakamura Masahiro walked slowly.
As the distance from the bustling main road gradually increased, the volume of surrounding sounds also decreased a lot, becoming slightly quieter.
Along with a slight whistling sound, the breeze blew up and lifted Nakamura Masahiro's hair, which made his slightly groggy mind stimulated by the coolness.
"Moses Moses, I am Masahiro Nakamura...."
The cell phone rang suddenly. Masahiro Nakamura took out his cell phone and answered the call without even looking at the caller ID.
"President, it's me..."
The voice that came out of the phone was Mika Ito, which made Masahiro Nakamura a little confused: Why is she calling at this time? Could it be that there is something urgent?
"Meixiang, what's the matter?"
"President, a Frenchman named Lucero has contacted the office and wants to visit you on the set tomorrow. He said he is a film selection committee member of the Cannes Film Festival..."
Before Mika Ito finished speaking, Masahiro Nakamura had already figured out the whole story. He thought for a moment and directly told his assistant: "Please make arrangements and let him come directly to the set tomorrow."