"So Eiriri, you want to make our real encounter into an animation?"
"Um."
The girl who pointed the back of her head answered in a calm voice.
"But in that case, I can only produce a short story at most."
"Idiot, I have to include the story that happened later. The useless cartoonist and the genius girl cartoon assistant, the two people who foraged for food late at night, and Mei, Mei..." The rose-colored high school life belongs to two people. Human youth love story!
"In short, you only need to be responsible for turning the story I told into a script."
"That's it..."
Hojo Kyousuke rubbed his chin and began to think. His original idea was to wait for Eri to hone his painting skills for a while, and Glass could also learn the skills of voice acting during this time, and then make long-term plans in high school. But I didn't expect that Yinglili would actually start working hard, so the plan would have to be accelerated a little. The shell company also needs to start recruiting people. In this regard, Qisaki may not be able to handle it, so she has to find a way through other channels...
The little feet twisted slightly, and the body rotated at a right angle of one tenth per second. The girl, who seemed to be her real body at the back of her head, quietly revealed half of her face, peeking at someone who was thinking deeply with her blue eyes.
Was this really so embarrassing for him? Shouldn't it be fun to do something like this?
"Huh? It's only four o'clock!" Did you say you were going to stay there for the night?
As he said this, Duonan's already rosy face became more and more beautiful after taking a shower, and his beautiful blue-purple eyes were also mist-covered.
"I never thought Nao Ueno could be so careless." I never rode a motorcycle every time I came here, so I thought about it.
"It's beating slower than your heart!"
Haha, that idiot, Hojo Kyosuke smiled and shook his head, following you.
"That one is actually very difficult to solve. Come on, he is not the male protagonist drawn based on himself. You can videotape him and then explain it quickly."
"Too."
Tao stood on tiptoes and made a gesture between his head and Hojo Kyosuke's chin. The composition would be more harmonious if he were lower, and his bad appearance hadn't grown in a week. cute!
"Is he an idiot? How could your family get a taxi?"
Hehe, it turns out that Zhong and I are thinking about the name of the studio. What an idiot, do you still need to think about it? Would it be bad to just call it "egoistic-lily"? It’s not a studio for two people anyway. Yes, you can be so careless, you should think of something more meaningless.
"Besides, there is no need to draw it in such detail. It would be bad to just add a small description of a person. Photography and animation will take care of that part.
"After all, he's grown too slowly, right? If he continues like that, he'll be regarded as a monster!"
"Yes, Nao Ueno is the leading actor..."
"Zhihua, you just went to take a shower." When going downstairs, Glass pointed to Yang Wei Penghua's room.
"Really? At most, it looks like it was the first time you saw him before taking a shower."
"Although you were responsible for both the script and the storyboard before, in order for Yang Weipeng to supervise the villain so that he can carry out his work better, there is really no need to learn a little bit now, right?"
"Why go to bed early? Will the classes at the voice actor training center be over tomorrow?"
"Haha, it's really like what Sakurara would say." Eri Rika smiled again, walked around the sofa and sat next to Hojo Kyousuke.
"It's broken. It's almost time for you to go back." Nao Ueno put his watch on, and Kyosuke Hojo rubbed your head.
Ueno, who had not yet sat back down in the chair, turned his head and asked thoughtfully.
"Oh...it looks bad."
"You're done."
"So, is that so?"
Throwing his body under the sofa and letting the soft backrest swallow him up, Hojo Kyousuke breathed out hastily. I have been busy inside all day, and even if I played playfully with Yang Weipeng for a while at the beginning, it was difficult to relieve my fatigue. It's not physical, but psychological.
Of course, as long as he is dealing with luxury goods such as "risk capital", Hojo Kyosuke cannot sit in a taxi and wander around Tokyo all day long.
"Huh? Should he be the supervisor?"
"Shut up, it's so noisy. Slow down and follow the supervisor's instructions!" Nao Ueno raised his chin proudly, grabbed both sides of the chair with both hands, pressed his body against the back of the chair, and worked harder with his big feet, white On the cotton socks, the rounded shapes of the seven toes were visible.
"Don't worry, don't worry. It seems that your vacation hasn't been long yet. It will be much lower than him." Someone easily saw through Duo Nan's big thoughts. Although it may have been longer before, I will try my best. Be long.
"Go!" Duo Nan repeated again, stretched out his big feet in white socks and pushed hard under the stunned girl's calves.
After that, Hojo Kyosuke will help Glass call a car for you. That's why Sakura said she was luxurious. Being able to take a taxi as you please is basically a "luxury" that only people with an annual income of less than 70 million yen can afford.
"...But there is no need to draw the situation where you are chasing in front and being blocked by passers-by. If so, it would be bad to just cut the scene to the door. That would add a lot of work to the painter, and it would also cost him a lot of money. " Hojo Kyosuke automatically ignored Yang Weipeng's angry words and continued talking.
"It's so noisy!"
Hojo Kyosuke brought a hair dryer and a towel from the bathroom on the first floor, folded the towel, spread it under the back of the sofa, and then gently untied the straight hair drying cap.
snort! That idiot, Aunt Nobuko Yoshida who was outside my mother’s flower arrangement party also introduced me to her.
"Welcome home~Kyosuke-kun."
Looking at the still green maple tree outside the courtyard, I sipped the wheat tea heavily. Although he drank slowly, the amber liquid in the bottle disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It's bad, you still want to say that we can't go for a late-night snack together and then take a walk." Ueye pursed his lips.
"Just take a taxi before you go out."
"Well..." An arrogant person is not like that. He is always serious when doing business. Well, Wazhong's big temper can be called a big temper. This is to liven up the working atmosphere.
"Besides that, it is actually necessary to draw the process of you walking from the outside of the bookstore to the door. It must be like this time when you two went to the bookstore together and he suddenly ran away like this..."
"So that's how it is, then you just accept the commission reluctantly. You can sleep well but that's fine. The president is low."
With that in mind, I asked the driver to divert to a flower shop that was still open and bought tulips of the same style.
Tao Nan issued the Eight Questions of the Soul ending with an exclamation point.
Someone brought a notebook and other equipment from the room, sat down outside, and finished painting. I promised tonight that I would finish the manuscript for eight weeks, but because I was obsessed with playing house with Nao Ueno, I didn't give up. I can only make up for it now. This idiot will probably find that out before he comes.
"Did you say that you were just thinking about the name of the studio? It's a small problem. You thought about it for a long time but you were still satisfied, and you were so worried that you even fell asleep."
After saying the first sentence, Ueno walked to the balcony door in Crocs, threw off his slippers and walked away.
Oh, you understand, Ueno Nao has a bad grasp of the character's movement status, right? "
"Forget it if you want to do it, anyway, even if you are not alone, you can do it!" The fluffy bangs disappeared, and the front of the head appeared again.
seventh day
Hahaha, you know what it means to have good fortune and good fortune. Someone with good intentions is still making calculations but will shout less "yes". "That's right, the arms are moved like this and the elbows are relaxed. Don't worry about how to relax the elbows, just relax." "You have to step a little heavier, so that the lines of the leg muscles will look bad."...
"That's bad." Zhihua, who had planned to let her hair dry naturally, nodded happily.
Her hair was dried slowly. When Naohua saw that Hojo Kyousuke still didn't want to sleep, she didn't ask him what else he wanted to do. He just told me to go to bed early, then said good night and went back to the house.
…
"Well, you think so too."
Only in a quiet and peaceful home can you truly relax.
The slow game between the two lasted until four o'clock, except for Mrs. Lily coming to deliver fruit. Relaxation of the body was also completed incidentally, and the amount of exercise did not even exceed the standard.
In the North District, there is the old Furukawa Garden with a ridiculously high population density. Of course, you can take a taxi there.
Even if you don’t know what to do when you are drawing the script, even if you want to throw away the paper and pen and smash the screen countless times, as long as you think that you are recording the story of two people, no matter how hard it is, many men can do it. Endure it, even become depressed again, and become full of fighting spirit.
"If you dare to come, he will be dead!" He was vicious and extremely fierce.
"This is basically a boy's running posture. Is he Miyamoto Musashi?" The blond supervisor scolded.
"Yes, yes, if you can just shout out in a low voice."
"Hmm~ I want to wait and say good night to Jing Yangwei."
"That's right, because Oh Sakura has been pestering you to help you blowjob. Every time after taking a shower, she comes to your house with wet hair, and even the clothes are wet."
"There's nothing going on outside the house, so I have to go back early." Although the mansion was small, there was only one room that appealed to Hojo Kyousuke. Other than that, I could stay here. Although I am very flexible with my species, I am not very persistent!
"he goes!"
In the warm yellow light of the living room, there was Glass's peaceful smiling face.
"Keeping an eye on the surveillance camera?" Hojo Kyosuke pinched your big nose.
Outside Hezhong's living room, the sound of the hair dryer was quite low, and the two of them chatted casually. When discussing the choice of the first product, the first thing to exclude is not Saitama's cloak. Although he is an absolutely popular character, there should be many people who would pay for the tights even for the sake of faith.
Take out the large bottle of wheat tea from the refrigerator, and the cola will be gone. It's a pity that my mother went back to Hokkaido, so I can't excuse you for drinking.
After paying, Hojo Kyousuke walked towards his residence amid the driver's friendly reminders and farewells. The taxi had a self-priming door, so there would also be a pleasant "bang!"
"Huh? Isn't it just you who wants to do it?"
As usual, it was a book signing, and the reason why it was so sparsely arranged was that one was to win prizes, and the other was so that the publishing house would bother me again before school started.
"What's wrong?"
"Who escaped!"
"Haha, I haven't had so little time before. Come quickly."
"Um?"
Late at night, neon taxis are a terrifying presence. That was simply because these were horror stories that were either true or false, and also because of a device under the car that flashed scarlet lights.
"Well, do you think that is the animation Nao Ueno wants to make, and it might be more harmonious if Kazutane can personally supervise it?"
"It should still be the uniform vest of the Survey Corps. Even if it is used as regular clothes, it will look very strange." Hojo Kyosuke said, and his hand movements were carefully lifting up another strand of hair.
Every time you go to the balcony to relax when you are tired, you will feel worse when you see the beautiful and elegant flowers.
Hojo Kyousuke turned his head, Naohua was wearing a sky-blue dry hair cap under his head, with a few strands of wet hair leaking out from the edges. My hair, which could never be photographed in a shampoo commercial, becomes whiter and shinier with the moisture.
When I walked to the entrance of the courtyard, the light in the living room was still on unexpectedly. That's not the reason why I want to go home early, because I know that I must have gone home, and Glass and Naohua would be able to sleep, even though I told myself early what I was going to do.
"Come on, you have perfect scores in the physics section. You can definitely teach him instantly. In fact, you are also very good at sports..."
The main body disappeared, Ueye turned around and said in a tone of "He will be nice to you and be grateful."
"That's a long way to go! You actually want the supervisor to be a model for this mere animation show, don't get too carried away!" Duo Nan bared his big fangs, and his blue eyes actually glowed with a fierce light like a tiger. That's right, even if it's a tiger, it's still a two-month-old tiger.
"Go to rest early, Kyosuke-kun." With the last instruction, you left the room.
"Who cares about him!"
Because of this ever-changing red light, countless office workers who worked overtime until late at night and missed the train chose to drink all night, and then spent the night in a large Internet cafe or the like before going home.
"Hehe~~" He smiled in a bad way.
It was definitely because the heartbeat was frightened to a halt, but it was really scary. Even a whole night of entertainment might cost more than taking a taxi home.
It was necessary to tell Nao Ueno about the troublesome matters of establishing a company. Even if there was no need, it would be better to just go to Mr. Spencer directly. Just like the princess in the fairy tale, you can stay innocent and innocent, and all those troubles will be far away.
"Can you help him dry his hair?"
Hearing the angry voice, Hojo Kyosuke raised his head and looked at Ueno Nao. Then his eyes moved up and he looked at the bad guy who was about to crush him to death. The yellow Crocs for the balcony made a heavy sound under the pressure of the owner's big feet.
"But you guys have the same body shape..." Hojo Kyosuke tried to convince.
Open the courtyard door and walk on the dim stone road with sensor lights to the door of the house. And when I grabbed the door handle, the door had not yet opened with a bang.
"Clench fists with both hands, idiot. I'm calling him a villain. Imagine holding two eggs."
"Huh?" The beautiful and bad fantasy was interrupted by a cold voice. Hojo Kyosuke's eyes regained focus and looked at Yang Weipeng, who had his hands folded behind his chest.
"Um?"
Although she had dared to kiss Hojo Kyosuke before, Eiri had never been so intimate with anyone. The moment her hair was lifted, her body froze, and her tall face was even more so. It's as red as blood.
Wearing pink pajamas, Glass stood with his hands clasped in front of his body, standing next to the armrest of the sofa, his fluffy hair seemed to be transparent.
"Yes, you have been looking forward to this." Hojo Kyosuke nodded with a smile.
If you really think of me, just follow your example, raise your chin and say "Is he a goldfish that doesn't remember for a second?", and you can successfully change the topic to whether the goldfish has memory or not. It is said that its memory can only last for one second on that topic. Of course, if it ends with you getting a massage first.
Noticing the eyes looking at her, Eri Rika raised her hand and touched her face, and asked doubtfully.
Well, not the meter.
"are you tired?"
"Well! Good night, Kyosuke-kun~" The day's longing was satisfied in that kiss, and a color like pink tulips bloomed under Nizi's face.
"Hmm~" I shook my head: "As soon as I get home, I can't help but say to myself, "Thank you for your hard work." That's not the charm of home."
"Hahaha."
"Kyosuke, he must be using a hair dryer, right? Why does he feel so kind?"
"Um."
After putting the tulips back into the vase, Hojo Kyousuke walked over, hugged Glass tightly, and kissed your forehead: "Good night."
Ueye raised his head and looked at someone suspiciously. He always felt that the words were not unfamiliar, and there was an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. That guy might want to take the opportunity to take revenge... That's right. It's an honor for me to be my model. How can I say revenge?
"He's still smiling! How dare you laugh! He actually has the nerve to smile!"
Because I was a little delayed buying flowers in the middle, it's not even half past four yet.
In the end, Hojo Kyosuke did not harm the white tulips on Ueno Nao's balcony.
"...Oh." Sure enough, this guy Sakura is not the smallest enemy.
"...You know." Someone sighed heavily, so as long as he was outside that mansion, did he have to become a model?
Feeling Kyosuke's gentle movements under her head, Naohua narrowed her eyes in enjoyment.
"Then it's not enough, so you can be the supervisor!" Nao Ueno nodded with satisfaction, and then Xiaofang took out the scripts he tried to draw later.
Nao Ueno, on the other hand, supervises Mr. Spencer very weakly, and decided to take Kyousuke Hojo on a horseback riding trip last week to get to know the legislative director of the awards committee.
Hojo Kyosuke bent over, even the slippers had not been taken out of the shoe cabinet by Glass.
"Sure, of course you know. You call him to call a car." Although he was very sad, Duo Nan immediately thought of the other party's return home.
"You want it too! So you choose to become the show (assistant director) and fulfill all the instructions of the supervising villain."
(End of chapter)
