Chapter 201: I am so haggard from being hurt by wine and women!

It was a weekend he had finally managed to get, but Naoki Nagayama couldn't go out to have fun because he was sick.

He didn't know if he had gotten a little wet in the rain yesterday, if he had eaten something bad while drinking, or if he hadn't covered his stomach well while sleeping at night. In short, when he got up early in the morning, Naoki Nagayama found himself sweating all over, vomiting and having diarrhea, and also had a hangover headache, but fortunately, he didn't have a fever.

The weak Naoki Nagayama struggled to take a hot shower. After feeling a bit more clear-headed, he looked at his complexion in the half-length mirror in the bathroom. His originally fair and rosy face had become pale and weak, and even his beard was growing out.

He remembered that last night at the nightclub, the three of them were eating and drinking, singing and playing games, and were constantly urged to drink by a group of young and beautiful young ladies. By the end, he didn't remember exactly how much he had drunk.

Looking at his haggard face in the mirror, he sighed in his heart:

"I am so haggard from being hurt by wine and women!"

"Forget it, from today on, drink less!"

Eitaro outside the door also seemed to feel that his master was sick today. He sat on the ground looking at Naoki Nagayama, wagging his tail slightly, and even made a whimpering sound, his expression full of concern.

Naoki Nagayama felt a warmth in his heart and touched his head: "Eitaro, daijoubu! Your master's body is very good, and I will recover soon."

However, for a better recovery, Naoki Nagayama still went to a clinic near Shanying Yuan and got some medicine to treat diarrhea.

Speaking of which, this was the first time he had been to a hospital since coming to the Showa era.

After returning home, Naoki Nagayama entered a recuperation mode, eating only a little millet porridge.

Then he lay on the sofa in the living room, draped a thin blanket over himself, put warm water by his hand, put his novel to the side, and then turned on the television...

Sometimes people will find a very strange phenomenon: when you feel too idle and want to find something to do, no one will disturb you all day; but if you feel too tired and want to rest quietly, things will come to your door one by one.

"Ding-a-ling," the phone beside him rang, and it was persistent.

Naoki Nagayama had no choice but to pick it up: "Moshi moshi, this is Shanying Yuan."

"Naoki-san, are you not coming to the studio today?" It was actually Otomo Yoshimura. Speaking of which, you middle-aged man who blacked out from drinking, are you actually fine today?

"I don't plan to go over today. My hangover hasn't worn off, and I have a bit of diarrhea. I'm very weak today..." Naoki Nagayama's tone was a bit powerless. "There shouldn't be anything important for the time being, right?"

"Arey, Naoki-san, your body is not good?! Did you collapse after drinking for one night? Even Shuichi-san is very energetic today!"

"..."

Otomo Yoshimura ruthlessly mocked Naoki Nagayama, and then continued: "I originally wanted to discuss the casting of *Hachiko* with you, but it seems that's not possible now."

"As for the male lead, you and Shuichi-san can decide. Anyway, I don't know many male actors. But for the female lead, I contacted Kanako-san before. She will have about two weeks of schedule available in May. I think that should be enough, right?" Naoki Nagayama pushed everything to the other two and then provided a female lead option.

"Kanako-san? That would be great!" Of course, it is very good to be able to meet an actor you have worked with before, Otomo Yoshimura said, "I will contact the Burning agency immediately and confirm the matter."

Then he added: "Then Naoki-san, get some good rest, take care of your body, and if you need any help, you can notify me."

"Arigato, Otomo-san. If I need anything, I won't be polite, hahaha~"

After hanging up the phone, Naoki Nagayama breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of warm water, and prepared to continue lying flat.

But he didn't expect another ding-a-ling phone ring to come over!

"This doesn't let people rest..." Naoki Nagayama could only pick up the phone again. "Moshi moshi... this is Shanying Yuan~"

"Ah, is this Naoki-san? I am Naoya Sakata!" The voice on the other side of the receiver was still a bit excited. "I thought Naoki-san wouldn't be home at this time, so I only planned to leave a message."

"Haha, just happened to be here. Naoya-san, is the design drawing finished?" Naoki Nagayama knew that Naoya Sakata called at this time, mostly for the design drawing of the disco.

"Yes, the latest version of the design sketch is finished, and the model was made overnight!" Naoya Sakata's voice was very excited. "Does Naoki-san have time to come and see it today?"

Was it actually designed overnight? That was really hard work! But Naoki Nagayama had made up his mind not to go out today, so he could only politely decline:

"Naoya-san, you are really reliable!" First he praised, then expressed regret. "I also want to see the latest design, but unfortunately I can't go today."

Then he stated the reason: "Because I suddenly got sick, I have to recuperate at home today. What's more, my brain is not very clear, so I can't make an accurate judgment."

Finally, he proposed an alternative plan: "Naoya-san, why don't I go to the office next Monday morning? I'll be more clear-headed in the morning!"

How about that? A perfect template for a polite refusal. After learning it, you can refuse others easily!

After Naoya Sakata learned about it, he nodded hurriedly: "Souka, if that's the case, then there's really no way. Naoki-san, please take good care of your body and recover soon."

"I will wait for Naoki-san's arrival at the office next Monday."

"Yes, see you then!"

Hanging up the phone, Naoki Nagayama thought, another troublesome thing was solved. No one should call in the morning, right?

To avoid accidents, Naoki Nagayama stared at the phone for a long while, making sure it wouldn't ring again.

Just as he was about to lie down again, the damn phone rang again!

"Ding-a-ling~"

"Moshi moshi, this is Shanying Yuan..."

He picked up the phone with a helpless face, his voice full of powerlessness. Someone actually called again. It better not be a sales call!

"Naoki-san?" There was a female voice on the other side of the receiver. "Why does your voice sound so weak?"

"Ah, is this Akina-chan?" Naoki Nagayama recognized the voice. "My voice sounds weak because I'm sick~"

"Sick? What's wrong? Is Naoki-san okay?" Akina asked urgently, her voice sounding two degrees higher.

"Daijoubu daijoubu, I just ate something bad, and now I'm a bit weak." Naoki Nagayama hurriedly replied, "I've already got medicine, no problem."

"Is that so..." The tone on the other side was still a bit worried.

Naoki Nagayama hurriedly changed the subject. Akina Nakamori actually called at 10 o'clock in the morning: "Is Akina-chan actually on holiday at home today? Isn't the debut period very busy?"

"Ah, yes, because I'm debuting next week, the schedule will be very full later, so Section Chief Terabayashi gave me a holiday this weekend." Akina answered the question subconsciously, and then asked, "Is Naoki-san's body really okay? What about eating? Is anyone taking care of you?"

"Er, I didn't call anyone to take care of me. Akina-san, this is just a minor illness. Although I'm a bit weak, I can still cook for myself. There is still a lot of food in the refrigerator." Naoki Nagayama comforted her, "Rest assured, there is no problem."

At this time, Akina Nakamori was in her apartment, wearing home clothes and talking on the phone.

Originally, she planned to go back to her hometown this weekend, but as a family with a ramen shop, they couldn't rest during the day on weekends. The children could take care of themselves, and her mother, Chieko, was also helping in the shop at this time.

If she wanted to relax and rest, it was more comfortable in her own apartment.

But at this time, hearing that Naoki Nagayama was sick and no one was taking care of him, Akina suddenly became worried: "What's wrong with Naoki-san, to actually eat something bad."

Her brain imagined the life of a single man: opening the refrigerator, taking out the cold food from a few days ago, heating it up a little, and then eating it with beer.

Hearing this complaint, Naoki Nagayama felt a bit wronged, recalling the situation last night: "Akina-chan, I don't know either. Who knew that eating sushi and drinking alcohol this time would cause diarrhea? There were no problems before~"

Akina Nakamori immediately confirmed her guess, "It really is like that!"

But Naoki-san had already eaten something bad, and he was so weak that he couldn't cook. If he continued to eat frozen food, would his body deteriorate further?

Akina Nakamori, who had been sickly since she was a child, already knew very well about the situation after getting sick. If she didn't recuperate well, a minor illness would drag on into a major one.

Thinking of Naoki-san, who might be emaciated in the future, she felt anxious.

"? What like that?" Naoki Nagayama felt that Akina seemed to have misunderstood something and was about to explain, when he heard Akina Nakamori on the other end of the phone say helplessly,

"Since I'm resting today, I'll come over to visit the sick Naoki-san. Naoki-san lives in Shanying Yuan next to Meiji University, right?"

After finishing speaking, Akina Nakamori took a breath, waiting nervously for Naoki Nagayama's reply.

It was called a visit, but it was actually to take care of him!

Naoki Nagayama understood the heart hidden in Akina's tough words and couldn't help but be moved. He certainly couldn't refuse such kindness from others.

"Yes, it's right next to that small park, a gray two-story Western-style building. It's easy to find. There is a large cherry tree in the yard."

Akina Nakamori on this side breathed a sigh of relief and then said: "Is there anything Naoki-san wants me to buy on the way?"

"Haha, there is still a lot in the refrigerator, but if you can bring some green vegetables, I would be very grateful~"

"Then Naoki-san, get some good rest, see you later!"

After Akina Nakamori hung up the phone, she changed into casual clothes suitable for action and walked toward the nearby vegetable market.

Besides green vegetables, of course, she had to buy some food to nourish his body.

In Haruki Kadokawa's villa,

The hangover from last night had already worn off. Haruki Kadokawa was drinking hangover soup while talking to the driver.

"So, it was this kid Naoki Nagayama who got us all drunk? Hahaha~"

"Yes, he was the youngest one." The driver replied with a slight bow. "Afterward, he was also the one who sent the others who were drunk home."

"Oh? Did he not let you send them?"

"No, although I offered to send them home one by one after sending the President back, Naoki Nagayama refused." The driver continued, "They called a taxi."

"Haha, as long as they got back." Haruki Kadokawa took a sip of soup, suddenly thought of something, and asked again, "Did you help pay the bill at the nightclub?"

As a full-time driver, it was common for him to help settle the bill when Haruki Kadokawa was drunk. There was a special fund for this purpose kept with him.

"President, no." The driver said, "When I picked up the President, the bill had already been paid."

Haruki Kadokawa smiled when he heard this: "Omoshiroi, this guy Naoki Nagayama."

Although this nightclub expense couldn't be said to be treating money like dirt, the fact that the guest paid the bill when it was agreed that he would treat gave Haruki Kadokawa a strange feeling.

It was as if an ordinary friend had helped pay the bill. He had rarely had such a feeling since inheriting Kadokawa Shoten. Anyway, most of the time when he went out to play, he paid the bill.

Haruki Kadokawa nodded and continued to drink the soup.

"Then I'll treat him back next time."

Near 12 o'clock, Naoki Nagayama heard the doorbell.

The doorbell of Shanying Yuan was not used as frequently as the phone at all, probably less than twice a month.

Naoki Nagayama stood up and opened the door. Akina Nakamori was indeed standing outside the door.

At this time, she was wearing a purple coarse-knit cardigan, a white shirt, light gray straight-leg pants, and a pair of white shoes. Her fluffy long hair, like an elongated Seiko haircut, set off her smiling face, making it even more delicate and exquisite. The whole person was youthful and beautiful.

"Naoki-san!"

Akina at the door was also carrying a shopping bag, bulging, but the two green onions sticking out indicated that it was likely all food inside.

"Akina-chan, you're here. Why did you buy so many things? It must be heavy, right? Hurry up and give it to me."

Seeing the shopping bag that didn't look light, Naoki Nagayama bent down and wanted to take it first. Who knew that little Akina agilely avoided it, then lifted the shopping bag with one hand, looking relaxed, and said with a smile:

"Haha, Naoki-san, no need. It's not heavy. You are so weak, you shouldn't be too tired."

Akina Nakamori looked at the pale Naoki Nagayama and said, "Your complexion is very pale. This is the first time I've seen Naoki-san like this."

"It's just temporary weakness." Naoki Nagayama said stubbornly, "Hurry up and come in. Speaking of which, is this Akina-chan's first time at Shanying Yuan?"

"Yes, I still remember that Naoki-san lived in an apartment near Waseda last time." After Akina Nakamori entered the door, she put down the shopping bag in the kitchen and then looked around curiously.

This two-story Western-style building looked like an inconspicuous light gray from the outside and was very low-key, but the interior decoration contained luxury in its low-key.

"Is the floor made of ebony?" Akina Nakamori saw the black-brown floor in the living room and liked it very much.

"Yes, it has a relatively quiet feeling, so I chose this color."

Hearing someone, Eitaro ran out and barked.

"Is this Eitaro?"

"Ah, Akina-san hasn't seen Eitaro yet. He is a very delicate boy."

Naoki Nagayama grabbed the little guy, put him down, and scratched his stomach. Akina also followed suit and touched Eitaro's head, and then heard a whimpering sound.

Little Akina's eyes lit up immediately: "Kawaii!" Then she pinched Eitaro's face.

Eh? In this situation, why is it a bit like Hezi? ===== CHAPTER 202 =====