Chapter 361 Kondo-san, do you want to play baseball together?
"Shengzi, congratulations on winning the FNS Song Festival Grand Prize."
"Eh" Matsuda Seiko muttered to herself, but when she looked up, she saw her old rival and acquaintance in the music industry, Kondo Masahiko, standing in front of her.
Seiko Matsuda is not the only one dominating the pop music scene today. Two other boy idols, Toshihiko Tahara and Masahiko Kondo, are also frequent visitors on the Orincon list.
At this time, Kondo Masahiko, wearing a windbreaker and a scarf, stood in front of Matsuda Seiko in a graceful manner.
He had a charming smile on his face that he often showed in front of the camera, and every time the girls saw this smile, they couldn't help but hold their hands to their chests and scream.
However, this trick didn't seem to work on Seiko Matsuda, and she smiled politely.
"Thank you for the compliment. I'm sorry."
After saying that, she stepped aside and prepared to leave .
"Seiko, let's go have a drink together. Iwasaki Hiromi-san, Kashiwahara Yoshie- san, Tahara Toshihiko-san are all here. It's New Year's Day, so we from Groups 79 and 80 should get together as well."
Kondo Masahiko has good reasons. As the backbone of today's pop music scene, these people basically occupy half of the record market.
We are all young people, and we are all frequent visitors to the charts. We debuted very close to each other, so isn’t it normal to get together during the New Year?
Logically speaking, after learning the lesson from Sama last time, he should have been more restrained.
However, Kondo Masahiko had just looked around and there was no Toyota Century nearby.
I guess Mr. Shirakawa is busy with his own company's affairs. In that case...
Kondo Masahiko felt that it was necessary to teach this girl of light a lesson, and that he had to pay her back double for the suffering he had suffered last time.
Today is a good opportunity. It's normal to drink some wine at a party. It's also normal to get drunk if you drink too much.
However, to his surprise, Seiko Matsuda didn't care at all about gatherings with artists of the same period.
She just said "Sorry for being rude" and walked away on her own.
"Hey" Kondo Masahiko subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab her.
However, Seiko Matsuda glanced at the arm he stretched out, and the latter immediately retracted his hand in fright.
He remembered the last time his joints were disassembled and reassembled, and that was a really unpleasant feeling.
Although he confirmed that there was no suspicious Toyota Century around, it was a natural reflex of the body's action, just like a stress response.
After all, the memory of last time was too vivid.
So even though Kondo Masahiko was unwilling, he could only watch Seiko Matsuda walk away.
Just wait, sooner or later I will make you cry for mercy.
Kondo Masahiko, with a fire in his heart, cursed angrily. His experiences recently have not been so pleasant.
I still feel a little nauseous, and it has made me much more irritable.
However, although he felt humiliated, he was Kitagawa after all, so he did not dare to resist.
So, he, who had accumulated a lot of resentment, saw Seiko Matsuda who had made him lose last time, and the anger was ignited again.
Although he knew that there was someone behind the other party who was not easy to deal with, Kondo Masahiko still couldn't help but want to get back at him.
I thought my disguise was deceptive enough, but I didn't expect to be scared off by the other party's eyes.
The more humiliated he felt, the more angry he became.
Kondo Masahiko kicked the stone blocking his way away angrily and turned around to find other fun.
Hey, isn’t that the rapidly rising dark horse in the music industry, Akina Nakamori?
Kondo Masahiko's eyes rolled and evil intentions began to emerge again.
Ahem~ He straightened his clothes and made sure there was nothing wrong before he slowly quickened his pace to catch up with the figure in front of him.
"Ms. Akina, why are you alone? Where is your agent?"
"Eh" Akina Nakamori was startled by the sudden appearance of a figure.
When he saw it was him, he quickly bowed and said, "It turns out to be Kondo-senpai, please take care of me."
"Ms. Akina, you're too polite. Actually, your new single is really amazing.
But it’s so late now, you should be careful if you are alone.”
Kondo Masahiko really acted like a senior, and began to ask about his well-being in a soft voice.
"My agent left early for something, so I can just take a taxi back by myself."
Although Akina Nakamori had also heard of the female killer Kondo-san, they had never dealt with each other before.
Now that we have met for the first time, I didn’t expect that this senior would be so unexpectedly assiduous.
“It’s so inconvenient to take a taxi back home. As an artist, it’s better for me to have less contact with ordinary people.
How about this, I'll take you back, my car is nearby."
When he heard that she was going to take a taxi back, Kondo Masahiko immediately volunteered without thinking.
What a great opportunity this is, it's an excuse that's right at my doorstep.
"This... isn't very good." Although Akina Nakamori had just made her debut, she also knew that this seemed a little inappropriate.
“It’s okay, it’s too late and I’m worried about Miss Akina being alone.
Please follow me, my car is in the parking lot." Kondo Masahiko gestured for her to follow him.
It was hard to refuse such a kind invitation, and Akina Nakamori found it difficult to say no.
And Mr. Kondo does look very personable and considerate, so there shouldn't be any problem.
So after some hesitation, Akina Nakamori followed him to the parking lot.
Fuji TV's current headquarters is still located in Kawatacho, Shinjuku, which is a relatively remote location.
Apart from one large enterprise, Fuji TV, there are only some sparsely populated residential areas nearby.
There is a "Fuji TV Street" not far away, but as the name suggests, it is highly dependent on the existence of Fuji TV.
Because there are really no people around here, except for the staff from the TV station, no one else comes to consume.
The road to the parking lot was dark except for the street lights, and there was not even a ghost in sight.
But Kondo Masahiko was very happy in his heart. The darker the sky, the better.
You see, Miss Akina unconsciously took a few steps closer to me. It's normal for girls to be afraid of the dark.
As the lights around him grew dimmer, Kondo Masahiko felt more and more itchy.
He quietly stretched out his hand and slowly moved towards Akina Nakamori's waist.
"Snap" suddenly a big hand was placed on Kondo Masahiko's shoulder.
"Ah!" Kondo Masahiko and Nakamori Akina were both frightened and screamed in unison.
"Kondo-san, are you interested in playing baseball with us?"
Under the dim light, several burly men with baseball bats had appeared and surrounded them.
"Who are you? Don't you know who I am here? Don't you know that this is Fuji TV's territory?"
Although he was scared to death, Kondo Masahiko still tried hard to stay calm.
At the same time, he did not forget to protect Akina Nakamori behind him, and his posture was definitely the image of a warm-hearted man.
Not to mention, the timid Akina Nakamori turned pale with fear. She held onto the hem of Kondo Masahiko's clothes tightly with both hands, not daring to let go.
"Of course we know who Kondo-san is, and we even know what brand of lubricant Kondo-san uses."
As he spoke, the big man took out a photo and waved it in front of Kondo Masahiko.
With the help of the light, Kondo Masahiko's face suddenly changed when he saw what was in the photo.
He was so familiar with this little blue bottle that he still had traces of it on his body.
"What do you think, Kondo-san, how about we go and have a chat?" The big man tilted his head and glanced at the alley not far away.
"You...what are you talking about? I don't understand. I refuse!" Kondo Masahiko could no longer maintain his composure.
What on earth did they mean by that thing? Could it be that the affair between him and Kitagawa-san had been exposed?
Thinking of this, Kondo Masahiko couldn't help but start to feel fear. He knew that if this matter was exposed, his career as an artist would suffer a devastating blow!
So at this moment, Kondo Masahiko denied all speculations. He just wanted to escape from here immediately and then tell Kitagawa-san about this.
He will definitely find a way, Kondo Masahiko roared in his heart.
"Reject?" The big man looked at Kondo Masahiko who kept retreating and smiled maliciously, "That's not up to you."
After he finished speaking, he raised his chin, and immediately two figures surrounded him. They each put one hand on Kondo Masahiko's shoulder, making him unable to move.
Having been working in the gray area for many years, they know very well how to subdue a person.
"Akina! Akina! Save me!" Kondo Masahiko bent his legs and pushed hard against the ground, trying hard to break free from the restraints.
But Akina Nakamori was already frightened silly, with tears and snot streaming down her face, and her chubby little face turned pale and blue.
The big men didn't care about her reaction. After leaving one person to watch her, the others dragged Kondo Masahiko and disappeared into the dark alley.
Although Kondo Masahiko, who was held in the alley, tried his best to resist, he immediately became obedient after being punched in the stomach.
"Kondo-san, I want to remind you that you should not touch people you shouldn't touch. This time I'll leave you a souvenir. Next time, I don't mind inviting you to rest forever at the bottom of Tokyo Bay."
Kondo Masahiko's pupils suddenly shrank. Tokyo Bay?! These... these people...
However, before he could react, the big man gestured to the people on both sides.
With two "bang" sounds, Kondo Masahiko's legs were forcibly separated by a baseball bat, and a ball of rags was stuffed into his open mouth before he could even shout.
Then, as he looked horrified, the big man raised the baseball bat and swung it down hard.
"Buzz" the sound of wind brought by the stick suddenly passed by my ears.
"Pah", "Pah" are the sounds of eggs breaking.
Kondo Masahiko's eyes rolled back, and if there hadn't been a ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth, he might have bitten off his tongue.
Even so, the wheezing sound was like an old bellows struggling to survive.
The big man looked at him expressionlessly, then turned and left.
As the figure holding him loosened his grip, Kondo Masahiko could no longer hold on, and fell to his knees like a noodle.
Akina Nakamori, who was waiting outside, was worried and wiping away tears.
Suddenly, several big men who had just disappeared appeared again at the entrance of the alley. Just when she was thinking, "It's over, it's my turn now."
But the other party looked at her deeply and took his people away.
Eh? Nakamori Akina, who was alone in the dark, was stunned for a full minute before she came to her senses.
She looked around and saw nothing but the darkness of the night.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she ran into the alley.
As soon as she turned into the alley, she saw a figure lying on the ground, twitching from a distance.
"Kondo-san!" Akina Nakamori screamed and ran over quickly.
In a daze, Kondo Masahiko saw clearly that the figure in front of him was Akina Nakamori, and fear welled up in his eyes again.
Someone you shouldn't touch...
"Medical...hospital." Finally, reason overcame fear and he uttered the two words with difficulty.
"Hospital?" Akina Nakamori shuddered, then stood up and ran towards the "Fuji TV Street" not far away.
Unfortunately, it is not even 1983 yet and there are no mobile phones yet, so if we want to call for help we can only rely on manual labor.
