People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Furthermore, with a diploma from Tokyo University of the Arts, he was destined to achieve great things in the future. Even if he failed, his family would still be there to support him.

Being approached by a guy like this is not a bad thing at all.

Lin Sen decided to continue talking to him.

"Well, Xiao Musou, can you tell me how I can help you?"

Xiao Mu Zeng Yangtai was very happy with his non-resistance attitude.

"If Mr. Goki is willing, I hope you can provide a story outline for my graduation project."

"this..."

Lin Sen pondered for a moment and remained silent.

During this time, he also listened to Xiao Museng Yangtai's subsequent remarks:

"Please rest assured, the compensation is absolutely negotiable. In addition, if Mr. Itsuki has any other requirements or considerations, please feel free to raise them. I believe that we can definitely proceed smoothly and discuss the details."

The male college student made himself look earnest.

His proposal sounded sincere.

To be honest, it's quite touching.

But Lin Sen didn't rush to agree. Instead, after a brief moment of thought, he calmly looked at the college couple in front of him.

"There's something I won't hide from you two. Actually, I used to be a fan of animated films. I even had a few stories in mind that would be suitable for animation."

The deliberately crafted speech, like a sleepy man meeting a pillow, instantly made Xiao Mu Zengyangta excited.

Somewhat eagerly, he leaned forward:

"Is that so? It seems that fate is truly wonderful..."

"but..."

"Eh?"

Under the surprised gaze of the male university student, the calm young writer suddenly changed the subject:

"Although I am flattered by Ogiso's sincerity, I still have a few questions I would like to clarify."

"You tell me!"

"that is..."

Lin Sen looked serious, staring at the younger generation who was two years younger than him, and started a question-and-answer session:

"First of all, since this is an animated film, does Ogiso have anyone to choose as the key animator?"

"this."

It was indeed a very important question. So much so that even Ogiso Yota temporarily put on a thoughtful expression.

However, it seems that it has been considered in advance.

He quickly looked back and gave a firm answer:

"It hasn't been decided yet. Currently, we're planning to invite a few alumni from the Fine Arts Department to help."

"So, what about the soundtrack? If there are characters involved, how will the dubbing be arranged?"

"this..."

Ogi was a bit stumped. In the end, he could only scratch his head and laugh awkwardly, "I haven't thought that far yet. I'm going to start with the script first. Mr. Itsuki, do you... mind?"

Perhaps due to his lack of experience and social skills, Ogiso Yota didn't realize that he was being led step by step by someone to become the one with less momentum.

And this is exactly what Lin Sen wants.

So as the other party's gaze gradually became tentative, Lin Sen quickly responded with a reassuring expression, and immediately grasped the future animation director.

In an instant, the true intention was revealed, and the hidden map of Yan State was rolled up.

Said bluntly:

"I don't mind. I just want to say that if possible, I have a few recommendations for the soundtrack and even the key paintings. If you can't find anyone for the time being, Xiao Kiso, you can consider these friends of mine."

If you rashly recommend someone to the director, it is possible that he or she will hesitate or even be disgusted.

However, if you make the other party fall into a subconscious state of "I want something" in advance, the effect of the recommendation will be greatly reduced and become twice the result with half the effort.

——This is exactly what Lin Sen was planning.

And it turned out that his little trick was very successful. At least, the male college student who hadn't thought about it too much suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Is there such a good thing?"

For a moment, both parties in the communication had the illusion that they had won.

Xiao Mu Zeng Yangtai couldn't hold it in anymore and spoke again:

"So..."

"But there's no rush for this."

Seeing that the other party was interested, Lin Sen immediately slowed down the pace - after all, you can't be impatient when playing hard to get.

Then, the young writer took out the manuscript paper from the backpack beside him. He wanted to show off by pulling out a fountain pen from his pocket, but found that the writing brush he had recently purchased was missing.

Broken and misplaced. Probably left with a flamingo.

Fortunately, my thick skin worked and I was able to maintain my momentum to some extent.

Without blushing or beating his heart, Lin Sen reached out to the college student in front of him;

"Do you have a pen?"

"Ah...here!"

Xiao Mu Zengyang had already subconsciously placed the writer before him among those worthy of respect. He pulled out a valuable fountain pen from his jacket pocket and offered it to him with both hands.

She exchanged a glance with her girlfriend, and then both of them turned their gazes towards the writer who remained calm in front of them.

Look at him sitting by the window, gently taking off the pen cap, and slowly writing a book.

The sunlight shining through the glass illuminates his upper body, as if leading people through time and space, back to four hundred years ago, to witness for the first time the splendor created by light and shadow under Mr. Rembrandt's brush.

For a moment, everyone present who was paying attention to him was in a daze.

I just stared blankly at him as he put the pen cap back on and pushed the completed manuscript forward.

"what!"

Ogi Soyota was the first one to react.

I reached out and gently picked up the manuscript paper. The beautiful and elegant notes still exuded the pleasant fragrance of ink.

The male college student focused his eyes and finally saw the content clearly, but was stunned the next second -

[This story is short and tells the story of the youth of four children.]

[Dead, dying, seeking death, dead in heart.]

[A summer night encounter...

[I got what I wanted, I was at peace, I resisted, I woke up.]

Although the words look simple and plain, they seem to arouse the imagination.

Thus, the sense of picture and the atmosphere of the story slowly emerged and filled the young director's heart in an instant.

He stood up suddenly.

"this..."

High-end stories often only require the simplest promotion methods.

He immediately saw the value of the story behind these few sentences.

It explores life, youth, death, and life.

OK, OK!

Putting his hands on the table, he looked at the writer in front of him with a look of admiration on his face.

"Maybe I didn't find the wrong person, Mr. Itsuki."

"I hope so too."

Lin Sen stretched out his right hand and soon got the response he wanted.

Ogi Soyota even went a step further and changed the name:

"Anyway, I can't wait to witness the full story, Itsuki-senpai!"

"This is probably my first time writing a script. I'm not very experienced, and I'll need Xiao Mu's professional guidance in the future."

"I'm the one who should be taught!"

The pleasant meeting ended with a joke from a female college student named Ohashi Masami.

She hugged her boyfriend's arm and added with a smile:

"I never thought I'd have this kind of interaction with a future literary giant."

"It's too much for me."

Afterwards, Lin Sen and Xiao Mu agreed on a time and place for their next detailed discussion, at which time he would bring a draft of the script for further collaboration and discussion.

For example - finalize the original artist and the soundtrack.

For the time being, everything is happy.

But Lin Sen was in no hurry to leave this old teahouse with a long history.

Instead, he took two steps forward and suddenly pulled out a figure from the side who thought he had not been discovered and was trying to escape in a panic.

Pulling him, he sat back at the wooden table by the window.

He stared at her face which had become a little silly due to excessive surprise, and propped up his chin helplessly.

Listening to this person, he used his somewhat blocked voice to make a stuttering sound to clear his throat.

"Xiao...Xiao Lin?"

"how."

"Y-you...you are, Itsuki?"

"correct."

Lin Sen didn't seem to care about the other party's sudden expression of surprise, and he even felt a little happy instead of angry.

Instead, he stood up and walked over to the girl in the store's uniform.

Reach out and tap her head gently.

"oops."

He took in the movements and reactions of holding his head and let out a long sigh.

"Actually, I'm not too bothered by this weird setting where we can meet anywhere."

"that..."

"But! Summer Solstice in Aoyama!"

"Ugh."

Being called by her name, the girl with a ponytail cowered like a primary school student who had been caught, and she curled up on the bench in fear, not even daring to look over.

A guilty statement:

"What...what's wrong? Why are you so fierce?"

Lin Sen took a long breath.

"I've told you before. Starting today, you don't need to work anymore. You agreed yesterday. So, I want to ask, what are you doing here now?"

"Uh...drink, drink coffee? You see, if you work here, you can get coffee for free. Is this also a way to have afternoon tea?"

"Okay, okay. So that's how you drink your coffee, right?"

Chapter 6: The Fool Who Talks to Himself