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Two days after releasing Van Damme's interview, Yoshiku headed to the next interview.

The opponent is critic Uenohara Uenosuke. The worst type is Shizuku, so I thought that I could do something I didn't like first and leave it as a stress later.

When we headed to the coffee shop, the other guy had already arrived first. It's only an hour before rendezvous time.

(Before the meeting, deliberately come quite early, how could the rumor be true that even Aada's father said this about the late arrival of the other party)

Yet I think it's early, and I have a bitter laugh for a long time.

"Hi. You're early. It was an hour ago, wasn't it? Did you make a mistake about the meeting time?

I will control the flight and speak to you like that for a long time. I purposefully uttered a casual word. By backstroking these types of emotions, I calculated to disrupt the pace.

But Ueno didn't come aboard. I've just been looking up at myself silently.

His mouth is bent, he arms great and flicks, and he just sees an old little man looking up at himself with a gaze full of hostility and disdain, and a fierce rejection boils down in his courtesy.

"You were a reporter for the shitty newspaper in the morning? The course of falling into the back streets is terrible. Aren't you usually a free journalist?

Without a greeting, Yoshiku draws on Ueno, who has suddenly become obsessed with this trait.

(Is it the type of person who tries to gain a spiritual advantage by denying them? My good old dad is so boring...)

Age, status, position, ideology, authority, the typical type of person who looks down on others by sitting idly on such things, Shizuku discerns.

On the other hand, when I saw myself, I didn't miss out on the fact that for a moment the colour of fright dwelt in my eyes. Definitely a complex against the big self of the figure. This is another common type. A strong inferiority to the apparent inferiority of appearance itself as a man was certainly felt.

Not to be luxurious, but for a long time, there have been many times seen from the same sex with those eyes, so I can tell right away. This would be a feeling I wouldn't know if I wasn't in my position. Oh, I think Yoshiku makes it. I don't feel itchy or superior when people see me with those eyes. It's just a story that shows the nature of the person.

And Yoshiku hadn't noticed, but Uenohara was inspired to want a complex, even when he saw Yoshiku's sculpture look deep and rigorous. Therefore, Ueno's first impression of Yoshiku Ueno had become a bad one.

(This guy is water and oil with me. I'm sure he thinks the same thing over there. We need to get more tempered than Van Damme.)

Uenohara does not hide his hostility, while Yoshiku is thoroughly committed to killing his emotions.

"We'll get started soon."

Tell them unilaterally without even taking their confirmation and turn the camera. disrespect is mutual, and it is more convenient in the long run to give the evil impression that you are disrespectful.

Even if this guy brags about himself later, in front of the others, you just have to act like he makes a good impression. That way, those who brag ill will have the opposite impression. This is also one of the sacrificial techniques that Yoshiku remembered as a reporter.

"I'd like to hear more about Uenohara's stance on the back streets, as we already know on the discussion show during this time, about the motive for naming him as a supporter of an organization called Luciferin Dust"

Uenohara becomes mute in response to a long-standing question.

"No... you think the back streets are hostile to this country, so it's no wonder you're on the side of the opposite organization"

Ueno remembers being confused before looking down on what even children might understand when they think about it.

"Luciferin Dust asked me if there was a deal like that where there was a lot of financial aid or a mutual support commitment to further enhance Uenohara's reputation."

Uenohara again utters a pause, pale without exchanging emotions and cutting straight into it.

"There's no way there's either. That would be the right reward, wouldn't it? Don't you know how adult society works?

I expected a disturbing or angry reaction, but Ueno answers with dignity, not either.

(Isn't that stupid for a boulder? I guess I underestimated this one too much)

Hitting a low-dimensional question daring to reverse the other's nerves is one of the reporter's peculiar unpleasant ways to do it. Yoshiku hated this dirty, humble hand, but Yoshiku had decided that this opponent would not hesitate to be bumped.

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I know roughly the extent of the opponent, and Shinjuku continues to ask questions afterwards.

Occasionally, Uenohara has stirred me up several times, but I can't let him ride for any length of time, so I thoroughly ask the main points.

Naturally, there should be no such thing as a person in a position to interview making arguments or muddling and plunging arguments into the other person. Though it should not be, there were, however, those who had done it to their juniors during their long press years.

At that time, the interviewee secretly recorded the junior's remarks until the act of publishing them on the video site and the newspaper and its junior were greatly disgraced.

But the junior foolishly said, without reflecting at all on his fallacy, that he would sue, etc., and said to the general manager, "I'm going to be ashamed of you! If you really want a trial, do it after you leave the office!" and ate the big eyeballs. All my colleagues who were on the spot for a long time, including Mandarin, were frozen because people who usually had nothing to do with roughing up.

The junior was too foolish, but he was a good teacher on the other hand, I think, Yoshiku. Thanks to this, I was previously susceptible to emotions, and the matter wedged, allowing me to remain thoroughly calm at work.

The interview didn't turn out to be as interesting. I'm going to put a little stir in it, to the extent that I was able to capture a nasty part of Ueno. Although not a great harvest, it would be a negative factor for Luciferin Dust to be able to capture the lack of character of the supporters.

(Is this guy really the grandson of that Umeko Uenohara...)

When I left after the interview, I had to think about that for a long time. Umeko Uenohara, Uenohara Uenosuke's grandmother, is much more famous than Uenosuke. Anyway, my grandmother's visibility is a legendary martial artist known at international level.

(Given Umeko Uenohara's personality and merit, I'd be disappointed if people knew he didn't even have a grandson like this or respected him overseas)

He had a long history of imagining things like what he thought of this grandson.

(I also want to wake up knowing Jiro Otsuki, Sarah Demon, and Kofu Kotaro, and drag them out onto the surface stage)

I am most interested in this person called Kofu. Anyway, he's not a supporter, he's one of Luciferin Dust's operators. But Yoshiku just found out his name, and he hasn't put that name on the table stage yet.

I don't know about not exploring it more deeply, but I also felt like this person was holding the key to it, in my quest for a long time.

Tsujiro Ozuki is a political scientist who has been shaded by a lot of things because he is a typical con artist type, an incompetent man who has only established his status with Kone.

But I don't care about him at all. Because I admit it's true.

Big Moon, a lump of self-expression and birth desire, has recently spent his days groaning as being recognized as a supporter of Luciferin Dust, which will further enhance his reputation and also increase exposure on television, magazines, etc.

As a supporter of Luciferin Dust, I am surprised in the ideological world because I showed Uehara, a fellow dog monkey, how to fight together, but that is also in the calculations to get his attention.

(Ueno's interview, it wasn't a big deal. Okay, for my interview turn, I'm gonna show you the difference in character.)

Big Moon had already watched the Ueno interview video that was put up online around this evening. He was giggling, dammit, that he could appeal to me as a supporter of something better.

"Keep gaining popularity, and eventually you're in politics. At the end of the day, Prime Minister. No, the future is bright."

It was then that New Year groaned as she walked upbeat on the night road home from the convenience store.

Our man stood in front of us unusual.

The young man, who softly concealed the bottom from his neck with a cape, is obviously staring at the new moon.

A new moon that feels dangerous and lags behind. It's not popular around. No, if you've been waiting for yourself, that's probably the timing, and you might have attacked me with no worries about a certain eye or surroundings.

The man in the cape inflated the killing and stuffed the distance from the big moon all at once.

I wonder if the front part of the man's cloak is up to me. Countless spears pop out of the inside of the cloak, skewering the breasts, abdomen, throat, etc. of the New Year's Eve.

(Why me...? Who...? For what...?

A well-known political scientist whose optimistic thoughts were constant overlooked the fact that normal people would easily understand.

Without knowing how I would be killed and why - the phrase involved in the dangerous world of back streets, the result of the fact that I gave my name as a hostile position - without realizing that it would have been extremely easy to predict - the thought of the Great Moon was interrupted.

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