People in Tokyo, the world is clear

This sentence made the young man in front of him fall into silence.

Then, Lin Sen took the initiative to ask:

"In other words, you're afraid that the vague recognition you have for me right now won't be under your control, and will slowly deteriorate, ultimately causing our friendship to break up?"

"I have to begrudgingly praise you for your resilience, but I do admire your self-control. Even now, you can remain calm. However, I lack that ability. I know myself well. I'm sensitive, awkward, and helpless. When I get something good, I can't help but become wildly enthusiastic, like that pathetic literary giant, Mr. Dazai."

"You feel that you can't control yourself, so today, are you taking this opportunity to talk it out and let me clear my mind?"

"That's all. Actually, my original intention was to be friends with Mori-kun for a long time, and also, husband and wife... I mean, the fake kind."

So Lin Sen frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Then why are you still hugging each other on the upper floor? Is this how friends act? How disrespectful!"

"I didn't want to be so desperate today, pinching my nose and accepting Chang Lin Fan Jiejun. But maybe the heavy rain just now was really refreshing and washed away the anxiety. I feel a little uneasy."

It's rare for the woman behind him to be so open and frank.

Then, I could feel her climbing up my back, tilting her head back and pointing her mouth toward my ears.

Gently exhale into the back of your neck:

"This makes me feel very relieved and a little happy. How about Mori-kun? How are you feeling now?"

"..."

"I may not be the kind of woman who is very pleasing to the eye. But, am I attractive to you?"

"..."

"Can you accept this? If it's just the limit of friendship, this kind of restrained contact won't hurt anyone and will make both of us happier. I will try not to take it any further. If I fail to do so, please correct me."

"..."

Xianxun novel: the bar has been the ancestor of the nine worms

"I've actually decided to spend my life alone, under the protection of this engagement with you... I don't plan to marry anyone else. If you don't plan to get married either, is this just right now? This way, no one will be hurt..."

In silence, as if unconsciously, the woman behind him no longer tightly grasped the saber that protected him. Instead, following the previous movement, it was only held precariously in her palm.

Then, I could feel the hands behind me clasping their hands across my chest even more brazenly:

"Is this okay...ah!"

The next second, the flamingo, who was still whispering, suddenly screamed.

She was knocked over by a perfect force.

Then, a hard object pressed against her cheek—

That is--

The Swiss Army Knife I just got rid of.

Then, the hand that was pinching him rose and fell.

"Boom."

"what!"

The usually cold-blooded flamingo now cried out in pain like a pet being hit.

He put his hand to cover his forehead which had been hit by a moderate force, then raised his head and stared at the young man who stood up in the darkness and sat down next to him.

Only his clear eyes could be seen in the darkness.

He stared at me with a helpless look.

"Since you've asked me to take the responsibility of correcting it, I'll respectfully obey."

"..."

"That's enough! Sasagawa Rie! Now, right now! Close your eyes and go to sleep! Otherwise, I'll kick you out of this room!"

Chapter 32 Then Wish Us

"Um..."

The sparks are like fallen leaves in autumn.

Three young men stood sideways, with the hazy night and the faint and insignificant lights in the distance.

The young but tired face was illuminated by an unknown light source.

A strong contrast is formed between the phantom fire and darkness at the top and bottom of the picture.

The figures in the painting are transformed into a mosaic of overlapping light and dark, with spots of light on their clothes, shoulders, and cheeks.

At this moment, a complex array of emotions emerged in the eyes of the young children. Sadness, relief, confusion, but not the vitality that should be present at this age.

So, in the spacious rented house, the three of them sat around a large table.

A young girl groaned and narrowed her eyes.

He lowered his head and pondered the roughly colored drawing in front of him.

The male college student sitting at the same table stared at her profile, with a bright expectation that contrasted sharply with the gloom of the characters in a certain picture.

Then, a firm voice was heard:

"amateur."

"what?"

Ogiso's eyes widened on the balcony.

Perhaps because this evaluation was indeed unexpected, he pointed to the picture that looked good.

"Very good, isn't it? The style is a bit childish, but this simplicity and childishness are surprisingly suitable for these three teenagers in the picture, who are obviously high school students."

Obviously moved, he began to speak well of the artist who drew this picture, whom he had never met before:

"And this composition has a very cinematic feel. Clearly, the artist discussed it with Itsuki-sensei and put a lot of thought into the composition... You can sense the sincerity and effort. It seems like they really read my storyboards carefully."

Perhaps he was indeed inspired to express some admiration, and the male college student Ogiso Yota seemed a little bit disloyal at this moment.

But soon, he was given a look of disgust with narrowed eyes.

"Let's not talk about Mr. Ogiso's stick figure storyboard drawing skills, which are like he has no basic knowledge at all and will bring shame to our alma mater, Tokyo Institute of the Arts. What I just said is that this painting has no artistic conception and effect." The girl with a hoarse voice smacked her lips.

"That..."

"I'm referring to the details. The lighting isn't consistent, and the shadows are a mess..." The girl glared at the schoolmate beside her in frustration. "I thought only amateur cartoonists would fail to notice such subtle but important fundamental issues. I didn't expect Ogiso-kun to ignore them either."

"Uh." Xiao Mu Zeng Yangtai was speechless.

"Are you really from the Visual Arts Department? I remember Fundamentals of Painting and Fundamentals of Fine Arts were required courses, right?" The female university student, her cheeks twitching, frowned. "Did you actually attend those classes? Did you fail and then rely on make-up exams to pass?"

"..."

"So he really died?"

"At that time, I hadn't broken up with you yet, so..."

"Is this my fault again? No, Ogiso Yota, is this how you're working towards your dream of becoming an animation director? You can't even understand light and shadow, how in the world did you pass the entrance exam?" The female college student, who had unknowingly exposed her ex-girlfriend during the conversation, began to attack mercilessly. "So, just because your family is rich, you can really do whatever you want?"

"It's my problem." My ex-boyfriend lowered his head.

"It seems like breaking up with you was the right decision. That stupid, silver-tongued smell of yours is really uncomfortable."

"I've already said it's my problem, why do I have to say it again? Also, can you please stop exposing other people's secrets like that? You bastard!" Xiaomu Zengyang was really anxious now.

The atmosphere suddenly became less harmonious. It can only be said that after breaking up, boyfriends and girlfriends are like enemies to a certain extent. Whenever they get the chance, they take pleasure in disgusting each other.

As the only bystander present, Lin Sen was smiling.

See not.

This is the end of impulsive love!

Resisting love is probably the best decision in life. Otherwise, you might end up like this.

The urge to complain suddenly surged in my heart, but since the timing was not right and I didn't have the right person around, I suppressed it for the time being.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of me.

Yes, yesterday morning. A flamingo that finally returned to normal after the rain stopped.

Her expression had turned cold again, and she was a little embarrassed and deliberately not mentioning what happened on a rainy night. However, from her attitude, it was clear that what she had revealed the night before was not false.

Lin Sen accepted his responsibility to correct her. Now, he was even thinking about telling her what he had just witnessed.

This is definitely a good warning! It is enough to encourage each other!

Lin Sen was actually looking forward to the reaction of a certain female editor when she heard the story before him today. However, right now was clearly not the time to dwell on such things.

I looked up and saw the two senior students in front of me calming down each other.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Mr. Goki." Xiao Mu Zeng bowed his head and slightly bent his body to apologize.

"Sorry for wasting your time." The female college student, who also cared about politeness, looked a little embarrassed.

Lin Sen took advantage of the situation and waved his hand:

"It's okay. I just didn't expect that you, Iwahashi, and Ogiso had such a history."

This girl who graduated from the Department of Fine Arts at Tokyo University of the Arts is called Yoko Iwahashi.

I'm here today because I was asked by Yota Ogiso, who aspires to be an animation director but is not professional enough, to review these drawings from Rina Kurosawa.

Speaking of this, I have to sigh that this generation of young people can make clear distinctions.

Even though they were exes who disliked each other, they still managed to get along with each other.

I don't know the reason. A malicious guess would be that Ogi, who was quite wealthy, had come up with some scheme involving compensation.

Iwahashi was indeed an interesting young man. However, her assertive personality, so common in Tokyo these days, probably wouldn't have meshed with Ogiso, who came from a well-off family.

Obviously, she is still the fan of Xiazhi girl. Ohashi Masami, who speaks in a soft and dependent manner, is more suitable for a future director.

While his mind was wandering in the sky, Lin Sen did not neglect the things at hand.

Soon, try to communicate with Yanqiao.

"Isn't Mr. Goki's friend a professional?"

"Yes. I'm just someone who has been deeply involved in the comics industry." Lin Sen deliberately tried to boost the morale of a certain wild dog when answering.

"Honestly," Iwahashi said, carefully choosing his words and covering his mouth with his fist. "Based on your excellent script and Ogiso's crappy storyboards, I've got a rough idea of ​​the story in my head. Your friend's painting style, while unconventional, is surprisingly suitable for this story."

"right."

"However, you should pay attention to the basic skills. Movies are not as romantic and free as comics. What's more, the tone of this short film tends to be realistic, heavy and lonely. You must be careful with the handling of light and shadow." Iwahashi warned carefully.

I have to say, her caring attitude is really comforting.

Can't fault it.

specialized!

Lin Sen nodded and heard her next question:

"Speaking of which, Mr. Itsuki, could you please reveal the name of your friend? Or does he have a stage name?"

"She used her real name. Kurosawa Rina."

"Understood. Would it be convenient for her to meet with me sometime soon? I believe that with a little communication, we can make considerable progress and reach consensus on some issues."

"This." Lin Sen became embarrassed.

The wild dog has always been extremely socially anxious. Even going out during the day is a fear. And if she meets a stranger who might even point fingers at her, she will...

I'm afraid it's not an easy task.

This explanation to the two people in front of him caused some surprise, but they quickly nodded in acceptance.

It's Japanese culture. No matter what you think, you always say things like "It's okay," "Thank you for your hard work," or "Thank you for your help."

In fact, the two seemed like easy-going people. At least, after learning about the situation, they were actually trying to find a solution.

"Is it okay for me to visit you? Please ask Mr. Goki for me. If nothing goes wrong, we can finalize the cooperation." Finally, Iwahashi said this.

Judging from her tone, she seems to have some considerable decision-making power over the original drawings of the movie.

Does this mean that Miss Kurosawa has passed the test?