After the program recording ended and returned to the lounge, Ikuta was still in a dazed state. Even when Shiraishi picked her up from behind and rubbed her face, she didn't react at all, as if she was stupid.
"Um, isn't Ikku-chan like that Fan...what is Fan?" Shiraishi frowned and asked nervously, because Matsumura saw Ikuta in this state and was playing with her nice body with his hands, so it was rare.
The ground was not wrapped around Shiraishi, and Shiraishi was able to sit on the edge of Oda.
"Fan Jin passed the exam." Oda stuck out his tongue, "You are so awesome Mai. If you don't do well in studies, don't use idioms."
"I just..." Shiraishi wanted to defend, but then he thought that the person sitting next to him was Mr. Oda, who had beaten other members to win the championship in both grades and quizzes, so he fell silent.
"It's okay, Mai, you are still young." Oda patted Shiraishi on the shoulder and said in a low tone.
"Obviously, Koichi, you are five years younger than me!" Shiraishi grabbed both sides of Oda's cheeks with his hands and stretched vigorously.
Sure enough, when a scholar encounters a soldier, he cannot explain why.
"But Ikku-chan has just come back and I'm going to be a Ter. I'm sure I'll be a little confused." Oda broke away from Shiraishi's hands and sighed, "Ikku-chan was telling me two days ago that I didn't know if I could enter the selection.
What."
"Indeed." This decision of the operation can be said to be unexpected and reasonable.
"However, I actually thought it was you, Mai-kun, who was your Terminator." Oda leaned back and looked at the ceiling and said, "After all, Mai-kun, you haven't been your Terminator alone, have you?"
"I always thought it was you, Koichi." Shiraishi also imitated Oda's posture and leaned his body back, but due to lack of strength in his waist and abdomen, he almost fell to the ground. It was Oda who helped Shiraishi.
Landed smoothly.
"Me? It's impossible." Oda spread his hands.
"Then should we make a bet?" Bai Shi raised his eyebrows.
"What are you betting on?" Oda glanced at Shiraishi's waist and complained, "Are you betting on whether you will fall to the ground if you do this action again? In this case, I will definitely choose it, and this waist is five years older than mine.
..."
"Xiaoichi, do you want to enjoy another facial massage?"
"I'm sorry, Shiraishi-sama, please ignore the villain." In the face of coercion, Oda, who has an innocent heart and a spirit of resistance, decisively chose to give in.
"What I mean is, we are betting on who will be the next Ter." Shiraishi put his hand on Oda's head and rubbed it, "Or rather, we are betting on who will be the Ter first."
"Is this like this? Okay." Oda nodded, "I'll bet on Mai, and Mai will bet on me, right?"
"Yes." Shiraishi showed a bad smile, "If you lose..."
"What if we lose?"
"If you lose, then say something like 'Sister xxx is your favorite' among the MCs at a certain concert."
"Huh huh? What do you mean, Mai, I don't understand." Oda also showed a bad smile.
"For example, if I lose, then I have to say something like 'Oda-sama is my favorite.'" Shiraishi explained.
"Oh oh oh, I heard it. Sister Shiraishi, I also like you the most." Seeing Shiraishi simply jumping into the hole he dug, Oda decisively chose to commit suicide.
"Small market!"
After some physical contact, Oda had no choice but to agree to this condition: "However, it would be interesting to have Maiyue call me onee-sama on the MC of the concert." With this idea in mind, Oda
She is also happy to accept it, because according to her luck, she will basically not lose any bets. In addition, she will not take the initiative to ask to become a Ter, which can be said to be double insurance.
Turning his attention to the other side, Ikuta finished his lunch in a daze and returned to the training room for training. Only then did he realize that the lyrics book of the new song was already placed in front of him. Looking to the left and right, he was also sitting in the front row.
middle.
"Yes, I'm a Ter." Ikuta muttered softly, and it took several hours for the heavy pressure to fall on her.
"Ikku-chan, are you still in a daze?" Looking at Ikuta's still confused eyes, Oda smiled and moved his buttocks closer and patted her head, "We have training in the afternoon, be serious, you have been waiting for a long time
I haven’t participated in training anymore. Although Ichiku-chan, you have always been very good at singing and other things, but it will still take some time to get back to your form."
"I still trained at home during this period, although I had less time." Ikuta retorted, and when he turned his head, he saw Oda's gentle eyes.
"Oichi... I can't do it well." The wonderful performance of Oda on the stage when he was doing it appeared in his mind, and Ikuta felt a little fear in his heart.
"How is that possible?" Oda shook his head, then put his mouth next to Ikuta's ear and whispered, "Actually, I secretly told you Ichiku-chan that when Mai and my names were called, I guessed
You must be a Ter, because compared to you, other people are weaker in ability and other aspects, and they will definitely not be as good as you, Iku-chan."
"but..."
"No buts, Ichiku-chan, you are super powerful." Oda cast a level 10 brainwashing spell.
"That's it." A silly smile appeared on Ikuta's face.
"Yes, Ichiku-chan is the best!" Oda waved his hand gently in front of his chest, pretending to be calling.
"Okay! I will do it well!" Ikuta suddenly regained his confidence and began to read the lyrics book in front of him carefully.
"Children are easy to deceive." Oda recalled what happened when he persuaded Nishino, who had just become a TE, some time ago, and showed a somewhat complicated wry smile. He turned around and found that Shiraishi was looking at him with a similar look.
Hold yourself.
Shiraishi glanced at Ikuta, who stuck out his tongue, and then the two looked at each other and smiled, while lowering their heads and reading the lyrics book.
Nishino, who was next to Oda, seemed to have made some noise because of Oda's actions, which made Nishino look towards them involuntarily. At the same time, he also saw the tacit understanding between Shiraishi and Oda - although
I know that I no longer like Oda, but there are still some indescribable emotions in Nishiyomi.
Behind Shiraishi, Matsumura, who had been staring at Ikuta in a daze, witnessed the whole process. When Oda and Shiraishi lowered their heads to read the lyrics book, she stared at Shiraishi's back for a while, then at Oda's back, and then again.
He raised his head and stared at the ceiling for a while, wondering what he was thinking about.