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"it is good."

Ms. Ito finally said, "If it's like this every day, it's okay to be an idiot."

I don’t know if it’s a disguised compliment to her boyfriend’s abilities.

In short, accept it happily.

The good mood started from the moment I woke up this day.

This continued until it was taken to a makeshift advertising studio.

It has to be said that the advertising shooting style these days is mainly simple and unpretentious.

The video effects are limited by technology, so they are practically non-existent. Therefore, the style is very realistic.

The series of Coca-Cola commercials that have aired on television recently are the epitome of classics.

With specially composed background music for beverages, cola drinks in glass bottles appear in one outdoor scene after another - by the fountain, in front of the B&B gate, next to the football field, in the audience seats of the baseball field, and even on the bow of a running yacht.

There were also advertising actors of all ages dressed in casual clothes, shirts and suits, kimonos, and even kyudo uniforms and baseball uniforms. Some held the entire box in front of them with both hands and rushed to their companions, while others held up a drink bottle with the iconic logo in their hands, revealing their big white teeth and a radiant smile.

The subsequent actions are also very simple and violent - raise your head and drink!

Tying a happy mental state to beverages is the best marketing and promotional method of this era.

It can be said that if we ignore the core element of Coke, these video materials can be regarded as a documentary about the bubble era.

This long series of shots, considered classic in the history of local advertising, has inevitably become a reference for the soda ads currently being filmed.

"So, emotion, emotion! The emotions must be in place!"

During the final preparation time before going out for the shoot, the director team pulled the extras in front of them and talked to them until they were almost spitting, constantly emphasizing the importance of personal style in today's advertising.

"You have to capture the feeling of summer and youth, understand?"

"Yes!"

The loudest shouts came from a few high school students who came over to earn some summer part-time money. Their energetic appearance made the director nod in satisfaction, and also caused a little laughter and commotion.

"Good! Very energetic!"

Then, Teacher Lin, who was watching the fun with great interest, was gently touched on the back by a slightly angular block.

It was someone from the small production crew of the advertising agency behind him who brought the news while busy moving a box of soda that would be used as a prop to the delivery truck downstairs.

"Um, Mr. Itsuki, Aoyama-san is calling you over. Over to the fitting room!"

"what."

Come to think of it, it took someone quite a while to change clothes. Even now, he's still hiding and no one's seen.

Fortunately, I asked the stylist to do the light makeup in advance - after all, after spending a long time together, based on my understanding of her, Teacher Lin had a hunch that Miss Xia Zhi would take a very long time to change clothes.

So, with a prepared attitude, he went out and walked around to a hidden door next to the dressing room, and knocked on the tightly closed door of the prop room.

Immediately triggered the expected sentence:

"Sorry! Someone's here! Please... please wait a moment."

It was a rather nervous speech, a bit timid.

There was also a bit of shame and timidity that made me afraid to face others.

Lin Sen lowered his voice:

"it's me."

"..."

After a brief silence, there was the sound of a lock clicking.

A hand hurriedly reached out from the half-open door and pulled the waiting young man in staggeringly.

"Snapped!"

After standing firm, Lin Sen saw the current situation of the other person in the room clearly—

Wearing a dark blue student uniform with a white collar.

According to the shooting requirements, I let my ponytail down and let my hair curl down on my shoulders.

At this moment, he covered his face and turned away, leaving only a very youthful back.

"It's so weird... someone this old would dress like this on camera..."

"Age is just a number, why worry about it so much?"

I can only say that this is an age anxiety unique to farm girls - after all, in the environment where she grew up, when her fellow villagers reached Miss Qingshan's age, their children would probably be able to run around in the fields.

If you are not married yet, you will really be teased by the neighbors as an "old maid who can't get married".

In other words, in the inherent impression of a certain fool, it is really pretentious to act like a schoolgirl at this age where one is "old enough to be a mother" to pretend to be young.

Teacher Lin expressed his understanding of this concept, but still wanted to correct it.

Because, putting aside the factor of age, the current Qingshan Xiazhi probably has nothing to do with the word "old" at all.

She must be reminded of this constantly.

He put on a relaxed attitude and patted her shoulder:

"Relax, don't be so nervous. There's really no need to be so nervous. It's like you can't even see anyone."

"You're not the one being filmed! Seriously! The original announcement said we only needed to provide the jingle! And yet, in the end, it turned out to be a situation where we had to go on stage... It's all your fault!"

Qingshan Xiazhi turned around, put his hands on his hips and glared at him, "Also, you are so easy to talk without any pain in your waist. Why don't you wear something like this to go out and meet people? I wonder if you will get angry when you do..."

"The one next to it is the same style, right?"

Teacher Lin reached out and grabbed an unopened set of large-sized school uniforms for women hanging on the hanger nearby.

Then, he glanced at the stunned older girl and began to unbutton his shirt without saying a word.

And was quickly pinned down by the figure that pounced on him——

"Hey! You're a bit perverted, aren't you? You really have to wear it!"

"How about a trade? I'll wear the same clothes as you, and then you can go out with me instead of hiding here and being afraid to see anyone."

"You act like I'm making more money! Aren't we both embarrassed? And why do I have to listen to other people complaining about my agent being a pervert who likes crossdressing..."

"What should we do?"

Lin Sen laughed. "Last time, we proved together that it was perfectly fine to wear this style of clothing. I could even be mistaken for an 18-year-old high school student, but you refused to believe it."

"..."

Recalling the "guessing age" game she had played in a shopping mall before, Miss Qingshan blushed, fell into a brief silence, and was a little dazed for a moment.

He subconsciously relaxed his guard and was quietly moved in front of him by someone, who put his hand through his waist from the front.

"!"

"..."

“Wait, wait a minute!”

After taking a few steps back and being pushed against the wall, the older girl's breathing suddenly became irregular. She turned her head away, completely avoiding the gaze, and put her hands on the shoulders of the person in front of her, trying her best to keep her distance. "You, you can't make another mistake... Don't push your luck."

Her attitude was quite appropriate, as if she had truly put the recent accident behind her.

However, the so-called defense and reserve are more like a paper tiger that collapses at the slightest touch.

With almost no effort, just a slight lean forward, the hand that seemed to be firmly resisting him instantly bent weakly, and turned into a half-pushing, half-reluctant hand resting on his shoulder.

"Hmm... well."

When her face was buried in the lightly scented hair, she hummed with irregular breathing and turned her head away:

"No," she said in a mosquito-like voice, "Calm down, Xiaolin... You can't do that again."

"..."

"If it goes too far, we won't see each other for two days like last time... No, three days!"

At this moment, she was like a gambler who raised the stakes at the table to show that she had a lot of cards in her hand.

Unfortunately, the little trick doesn't seem to be very effective.

When I slowly touched her fair neck with my upper lips, I could feel that she had completely lost the strength to support herself. If it weren't for the wall behind her and her hands on her waist, she would have slipped and collapsed to the ground.

"After all, there's really nothing we can do."

As he said this, he gently rubbed his hair with the tip of his nose, "Otherwise, how can I tell you that it's totally fine for you to be like this? You don't have to worry about not being able to see anyone."

"Woo..."

"Honestly, you're really beautiful like this. Just seeing your back just now made my heart skip a beat."

"Stop, stop flattering me and tricking me into making a fool of myself..."

He was still being stubborn, but anyone who paid attention could tell that his intermittent voice lacked a lot of certainty.

He raised his head, took another half step forward, and gently pressed her against the wall, staring at the hot face so close to him.

In her blurred eyes, besides sadness and shyness, there was also a strange expectation.

The lips and teeth have parted slightly, as if foreseeing or demanding something—

Then, Miss Qingshan suddenly woke up.

Suddenly panicked, sobbing and shaking his head.

"No, no, you can't, Xiaolin..."

"Do you feel it?"

"..."

"So close, heartbeat, and..."

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes and she fell into a strange state.

Reason seemed to be slowly disappearing, but I was still trying hard to hold on.

"Don't..."

Her voice became a little bit like a spoiled child, "Really, it's not good..."

In fact, this sentence probably already expressed something -

I mean it's not good, not that I don't want to.

Therefore, subconsciously take advantage of the atmosphere to pursue victory:

"Ever since last time, I've been feeling a little itchy... Xiazhi, how about you?"

"! No, don't call me that...it's too intimate."

"Don't you want to answer the question first?"

"..."

In this case, silence is almost acquiescence.

The desire to tease her gradually arose in his mind, so he freed one hand from around her waist and gently pinched her chin.

Staring at the pair of eyes that were gradually beginning to reflect his own reflection.

"Would you like to review it again?"

"I..."

"It depends on your opinion. If you don't want to, push me away right now and I will stop immediately."

"..."

As a result, not only did someone do nothing, but he slowly narrowed his eyes as the distance between them got closer.

I was confused for a moment, until a sound like thunder rang in my ears——

"Dong dong."

knocking?

While he was suddenly startled, Qingshan Xiazhi heard a question coming from outside the door:

"Um, is Aoyama-san ready? We'll be leaving in about ten minutes..."