People in Tokyo, the world is clear

With doubts in his mind, Lin Sen looked at Xiao Mu Zeng Yangtai and quickly got a nod of agreement.

"She has the final say on the original animation for the film. Itsuki-sensei just needs to listen to her opinion."

After saying this, Xiao Mu Zeng Yangtai continued to explain:

"Iwahashi didn't want to be the key animator for my film. However, the assistant key animator and key animation supervisor agreed. She has connections with animation studios and can contact some long-time animators and editors. After the basic planning goals are achieved, we can send them our film as extra money to complete it, saving them a lot of work."

Therefore, I had some enlightenment.

No wonder, even if it was the ex that was about to have a fight, he would still ask her to come over for help - indeed, it seemed that there was something real about it.

One can only say that having a lot of money can make people willful. If it weren't for the money, Iwahashi Yoko would have never bothered with Ogiso Yota.

These two people would argue at every turn:

"So next time at a time like this, can you please call Yamei over as well? Now it's like you and I are really close. It's disgusting."

"She's not free today. And, it makes me want to be with you... Can you please stop acting so self-satisfied all day?"

"I can't help it. After all, in front of someone like you, I need to have some confidence."

Wow.

Okay, it’s started again.

However, judging by his tone, Iwahashi seems to know Ogiso's current girlfriend, and they might even be on good terms...

Are the relationships among contemporary young people really so chaotic?

Lin Sen, who could already be considered a member of society, let out a sound of amazement.

The world is no longer the same as before! The world is no longer the same as before!

He did not participate in the mutual attacks anymore. He just exchanged contact information with Iwahashi to arrange a meeting with Kurosawa, and then stood up and said goodbye.

However, on the way out to a certain destination, he was stopped in advance and dragged to join another small group.

The two girls who made the strong invitation were on good terms with each other.

"senior!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't you see anyone?"

Miss Xiazhi is slightly taller than Miss Ito.

He held the doll-like girl in his arms, rubbing her face with a smile, causing the girl to let out a half-accommodating cry of surprise, and also made the onlookers curious about the softness of Miss Ito's face——

It seems that it should be very fun to pinch it... In order to avoid being so excited that he couldn't help but try it, Lin Sen didn't think about it further.

In short, these two girls, one senior and one junior, got along like sisters. Furthermore, given Ms. Ito's inexplicably inconspicuous physique, Lin Sen subconsciously failed to notice that they had already taken a step ahead of the agreed location and completed the interception.

"Why are you here?"

"We arrived a little early. After running into Ito, we took her for a walk. Then, we happened to see you." Qingshan Xiazhi replied.

Today's lunch was a meeting for the trio, the main purpose probably being to celebrate Ms. Qingshan's invitation to a radio station residency.

It is said that the opening song by Ms. Aoyama received a good response on a radio program on a rainy night two days ago.

The catchy ballad with only one line of English lyrics and a simple accompaniment with a hint of jazz style was unexpectedly loved by the audience.

Many people actually sent letters, and even attached a few banknotes, to support Miss Qingshan's performance in the next episode.

"Ota Mayonaka" is not a particularly popular radio program. However, it has always been well-received and has been working hard to cultivate a relationship with its stable audience.

Naturally, they acted quickly. Not only did they send the supporting donations along with the listeners' letters, but they also urgently published a special feature on Ms. Qingshan in their own magazine.

It may not be a huge success, but for today's female singers, it is a great encouragement.

He excitedly read the letters with Lin Sen, divided the rewards, and volunteered to use his only income to treat everyone to a meal.

Lin Sen couldn't persuade her, so he just let her do as she pleased.

The economic relationship between the two is indeed quite strange.

Currently, daily expenses are charged to Lin Sen, and Ms. Qingshan records them as liabilities.

However, Lin Sen agreed with her that she would only be allowed to consider paying it back after one year.

As for the income Qingshan earned through various channels during this period, it was divided into 190% and 190% according to the previous agreement, with Lin Sen taking 1%.

This is done to prevent Ms. Qingshan from thinking about "returning" as soon as she earns money. This will put her under pressure and make her lose more than she gains.

Then a magical phenomenon happened - after receiving those tips, Miss Qingshan had an independent amount of disposable money, which she could save or use for things other than food, clothing, housing and transportation.

She chose to take out some of it to treat her friends to a meal. She chose a good restaurant that she had been researching and observing for a long time.

"I worked here a long time ago. Back then, I wanted to try the food myself. But, while it's delicious, it's not cheap. It's only worth it if you're with three or more people."

After entering this restaurant with a strong wooden style, Miss Aoyama acted as if she was familiar with the place.

After arranging the two friends to sit down, he went to chat with the proprietress with gray hair and build a good relationship with her.

After a while, he amused the old lady and generously promised her a 10% discount on the bill - he even turned around and took out a few bottles of white peach soda from the refrigerator and gave them to her.

Miss Ito, who was sitting next to Lin Sen, was stunned and leaned over to pull up Lin Sen's clothes.

"Aoyama...amazing."

"right."

The girl may have wanted to say more, but was interrupted by someone rushing back.

"Stop whispering, you two! Ta-da-da!"

A hand mercilessly reached between the two of them, and the cold glass bottle touched Miss Ito's face, making her cheeks turn red and she moan.

Then, Miss Qingshan moved a bench and squeezed in between the two of them, putting her hands on each other's shoulders, and suddenly became the main seat.

She was the one who invited the guests, so naturally, she had the right to be the one making the decisions.

It is recommended to raise the glass and have a small toast before the meal.

However, after filling the glass with the sweet and fragrant soda, he was stunned when he raised his glass.

"Well... I always feel like I need to say something to give it some momentum and feeling." Qingshan Xiazhi pinched his chin with his hand.

"Just say some simple and polite words." Lin Sen reminded.

"Congratulations on your safety and happiness?" Ito Xiguo also suggested.

But he quickly shook his head for Lin Sen, indicating that it was inappropriate.

"It's a celebration party. How about being more positive?"

After some discussion, we decided on the direction of the vocabulary.

So, finally, amidst the slight noise at noon—

The pungent smell of alcohol that permeated the table was gradually dispelled by the refreshing aroma of fruit juice.

Not far away, several tables of middle-aged people, their faces flushed and their eyes dazed, were drinking. Men in their thirties had taken off their ties, and some were singing along to the clapping of their hands, amidst the boos.

Some of them chatted loudly while waiting for their food, laughed at jokes, and patted each other's shoulders.

There were also a few people who were sweating profusely while eating, telling jokes with a bit of color to make people laugh and liven up the so-called social atmosphere.

Surrounded by many diners, ordinary young people from three cities who looked out of place quietly raised their glasses.

Three sounds of glass clinking overlapped in a coordinated manner.

"Then, may we..."

"The sound of wind makes the water rise." From Linsen.

"A dazzling light!" said Miss Qingshan.

"Everyone is happy." Ms. Ito concluded.

Chapter 33: When Thoughts and Longings Haunt You

It's strange to say.

Recently, Lin Sen has been feeling more and more that there is a sticky feeling that he is gradually unable to get rid of.

It's like walking in a swamp. The more you take, the more you notice the stickiness and heaviness of your feet.

Troubled by many things and bothered by many people.

Anxiety that came from nowhere insidiously hid in the shadows, pushing on my back from day to night.

Without realizing it, my lifestyle has slowly begun to resemble that of a restless office worker. At home, I feel a strange kind of nervousness, a kind of restlessness that makes me almost restless.

I could have spent my time lying in bed, taking a nap, or reading novels or magazines, but I couldn't help pacing the hall, thinking about the internal friction.

I think about the sales of my two-legged book, worry about Qingshan's future, think about the comics that the wild dog next door is stuck on, and wonder if little Niwa has made another peer cry at the ping-pong table today.

【乾寻】８⒈四乆0③ ⒎㈨/

Even the publishing house where Ms. Lian Liya worked was busy organizing a small literary appreciation event, which was completely unrelated to her career, and all these trivial things started to linger in her mind.

We must also mention an animated short film that is currently being planned.

Everything seemed to push people into a rapidly spinning vortex, turning them into spinning tops, and ready to unleash a storm of blades with a sword in hand.

But this is not good.

Nor should it.

In fact, everything is not that urgent.

The book review season begins in the middle of next month. Ms. Aoyama's radio appearance is a week from now. If wealthy woman Kurosawa can't create manga, she can just inherit a fortune. Niwa Yuzuru's departure from the home team still requires more than ten days of recovery.

Ms. Sasagawa, who has been idle and slacking off, has not even gone to work recently. She has become obsessed with flower arranging and bonsai cultivation. She bought some magazines for reference and is eager to try her hand at it herself. To be honest, she is indeed becoming more and more comfortable. Although she has just passed the age of a graduate, she is starting to live like a leisurely housewife who has been a full-time housewife for ten years or more.

There is no rush for the animated short film - the original animation supervisor Yoko Iwahashi is very busy, and she will not be able to come and pay a serious visit to a certain stray dog ​​until next weekend.

Ultimately, the so-called inexplicable anxiety is entirely self-inflicted. It's like a kind of inertia that forces you to do something.

But Linsen just couldn't calm down.

This might be a kind of retribution for my rebelliousness—in the early days of my rebirth, I was too lazy to act too aggressively. Perhaps all my current sensations and experiences are a rebound.

Depression and irritability arise from this.

Lin Sen planned to find some ways to relax, but when he went out, he was disgusted by the crowds of people on the streets - Tokyo has no shortage of bustling crowds of people.

I began to lament and miss it.

In a world with mobile phones and computers, in this summer, I should be lying on the gaming chair at home, enjoying the air conditioning, ordering takeout, booting up the machine loaded with the exquisite Asuka 4090, opening the DS3 and dancing with the beauties of the Lengli Valley, while planning to find that unpopular tourist spot for a backpacking trip when the cooler autumn arrives.

But now, at this moment, the best place to go is actually the rooftop of the apartment building——

Next to the potted plant, under the clothesline, I put a small stool and sit down to daydream.

Normally speaking, in this situation, one should light a mosquito coil and put it in his mouth, and have a little wine to relieve his mood.

But Lin Sen never smoked. Growing up breathing secondhand smoke from his elders, he was practically fed up with the smell and naturally had little interest in it.

I don't drink alcohol because it makes my tongue numb and my throat spicy.

His usual way of relieving stress and discomfort wasn't the two methods mentioned above. Instead, he would open an old real-time strategy game and start a 1vs7 human-computer game.

But there are no video games in this world. So, I froze.

Sigh sigh sigh.

I looked up, staring at the sky and the silhouettes of tall buildings in the distance, studying the shapes of the clouds.

Today, are you still tormented by this lingering boredom?

Lin Sen probably had this idea in mind.

But when I came to my senses, I felt something pressing on my shoulder.

Free skirt ㈨⑤０1８○90九

When he turned his head, the young man's expression suddenly changed.

I was shocked to realize that I had once again ignored someone's silent appearance.

"..."

The girl with short hair seemed to have been sitting here for a while.

He was wearing a white singlet that was almost the same style as mine, and also had the same small stool configuration.