Tokyo star girlfriend is a love brain, what should I do?

Chapter 100 Invitation

The plot concept is very clever and contains many terrifying points.

But many of the designed horror scenes are not as good as they should be.

Should I say that this script is too immature?
Kimura Hayata closed the last page of the script and rubbed his fingers on the cold cover of the script.

Although there are many problems in the script as a whole, I thought that the other party was just a freshman directing student.

Being able to write such a script is already considered a pretty good level, and the layout of many sub-shots in it also made his eyes shine.

If I can train myself more, I might be able to become a good director in the future.

After Kimura Hayata thought for a moment, he lowered his head and looked at the author's name on the cover of the script.

Asuka Yuu.

Why does this name look familiar?

Tomorrow...this surname is not a common surname.

Suddenly he seemed to think of something and raised his brows.

Tap your fingertips twice on the table.

"Recruit him into the office."

Kimura Hayata raised his head and looked at Yingye Teppei in front of him.

"Then, which group should we put him in?" Teppei Yingye asked hesitantly.

Regarding President Kimura's decision, Teppei Yingye didn't have too many doubts.

But if Asuka Teruyu is brought in, which group should he be placed in?

The other party even made it clear that he would not join the artist group, and most of the remaining groups were departments directly related to film shooting.

You can't just assign people to your own foreign affairs team.

"Put him in the photography team first...and then transfer him to another team after a period of time, and stay there for a while in turn."

Kimura Hayata picked up the script on the table and studied it carefully for a moment.

"Yes." Yingye Zheping nodded.

"By the way, this Asuka Yuu...did you say anything during the interview?"

"What do you mean..." Teppei Yingye looked blankly at Kimura Hayata behind the desk.

"For example, relatives or something?" Kimura Hayata said secretly.

"This is not mentioned. Does President Kimura need to ask this?"

"No, I'm just asking casually."

Kimura Hayata smiled and waved his hands, with a somewhat thoughtful look in his eyes.

"President Kimura, if there is nothing else, I will go and get busy first."

"Ah."

Teppei Yingye left the office.

Kimura Hayata lowered his head and looked at the script on the table.

Asuka Yuu, isn’t this Xun’s younger brother?
I remember Xun said before that her brother was in high school.

Calculating the time, it seems that it is almost like college.

Did not expect to bump into here.

I just don’t know why Asuka Teruyu came to participate in the recruitment of Firefly Firm. It is rare for students to join the firm in their freshman year.

I don’t know if Xun Zhi knows about this.

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After walking out of the Tokyo University of the Arts campus, Asuka walked leisurely towards the station.

Since her sister's debut, Asuka Teruyu has lived alone.

Except for the occasional visit from her sister, she is almost completely alone most of the time.

However, this feeling of occupying the entire room by yourself is really not very pleasant.

You don’t have to listen to your sister’s nagging, and you can use whatever you have at home.

Except my sister’s room…

On the tram, Asuka quietly leaned against the wall of the carriage, staring at the scenery passing by outside the window.

The bright and dim light beam fell on his face, and a lazy sleepiness hit his heart.

"You, hello..."

A nervous and clear voice sounded next to him.

Asuka Yuyu looked aside.

Is it coming again.

I saw a girl in a white short skirt with flushed cheeks and looking at him nervously.

As if aware of Asuka Teruyu's gaze, the girl's eyes dodge in panic.

Asuka Yuyu didn't say anything, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of several other girls not far away looking excitedly.

"Excuse me, can I add your Line?"

The girl in the white dress seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage and said these words forcefully.

She lowered her head and held the phone tightly with both hands, waiting for the young man's answer.

"Sorry, I don't play Line." Asuka Yuyu said calmly.

"Eh?" The girl looked up in panic.

How could there be young people in this era without Line? She wanted to see the expression on the young man's face clearly.

But he found that Asuka Huiyu had turned his head silently and continued to stare at the car window in a daze.

The girl immediately realized that she had been rejected by the other party, and lowered her head gloomily.

"excuse me."

After leaving a few words, the girl turned and left.

Asuka Huiyou's eyes followed the figure of the girl in the car window towards the group of people not far away, and then she looked back.

This kind of thing happened to him almost all the time.

Asuka has already been able to deal with this with ease.

It is really an era when love is cheap.

Asking for contact information just at a glance is completely incomprehensible behavior.

perhaps.

It is also the goal of being regarded as something that can be mastered to show one's charm.

I'm afraid that as soon as I get my contact information, I will show it off like those people before me.

Then people will come forward one after another.

Listening to the voices of the group of girls not far behind him comforting the girl, Asuka Yuyu slowly closed his eyes.

Love and all that is really just the shit of this world.

I really don’t understand why my sister likes those things...

Whether it's a show or a relationship.

These are fake things like bubbles.

It only emits illusory colors when exposed to sunlight, and it itself is nothing but meaningless transparency.

All it takes is a gust of wind to shatter it completely.

Just when his mind was filled with random thoughts, the phone in his pocket rang with a message notification.

Asuka Yu took out her phone, slid her finger across the screen, and checked.

is a text message.

The sender is...

Firefly Office? !
Astonishment flashed across Asuka Teruyu's eyes, and she tapped the screen with her finger.

His fingertips moved slowly under the text of the text message.

After a long time, he put away his phone in a daze.

He was hired?
After the interview, Asuka Teruyu never received a notification from Firefly Office.

He thought he was eliminated, but he didn't expect to pass the interview in the end.

The text message asked him to report to Yinghuo Office in two days.

Why……

Asuka Teruyu knew that the movie shot by Firefly Agency was about pure love, but the script he used for the interview was about horror.

In this way, you will also be hired by Firefly Office.

This suddenly reminded Asuka Teruyu of what Masato Eikura said to him on the day of the interview.

Firefly Office seems to be doing something big.

Is it because of that big move?

Asuka thought about it for a long time, but had no clue.

One thing is clear, though.

That means he entered the same Firefly Office as his sister.

In this case.

If something like last time happens again.

I should be able to do something myself.

Asuka's eyes were dull and her body was half leaning against the wall of the carriage.

Should I tell my sister the news?

He looked at the phone in his hand hesitantly, and finally gave up the idea.

He didn't want to listen to his sister's endless chatter.Anyway, let’s work hard first.

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The moon climbed up into the dark night sky, and a strong wind blew on the street.

The branches of the trees beside the road were wrapped around each other, and their slender trunks were swinging up and down.

Make a deep sound.

Kimura Shota walked into the corridor of the apartment building, shook his head, and shook his messy hair blown by the wind.

Stepping on the old steps, passing through the flickering lights in the stairwell.

Kimura Hayata turned out of the stairwell, walked to the rental house, took out the key and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, a cool breeze blew out of the room.

The living room window was half open, and the white curtains were swaying.

Ming Rixun's soft voice sounded in the room.

Kimura Hayata changed his shoes at the entrance and walked towards the rental house.

There was a plate of delicious food on the dining table, with a hint of white smoke coming out.

Tomorrow Xun sat on the tatami in front of the coffee table, a pair of delicate white feet crossed.

He was leaning forward and writing something on the coffee table.

Kimura Hayata glanced at the table in front of the girl.

It's that giant notepad.

As early as before filming his first movie "Tonight, Even if This Love Disappears from the World", Asuka prepared a notepad.

I take time to write on it every day.

It should be like Hino Maori writing a diary.

I just don’t know what Xun will write on it.

Although Kimura Hayata feels that most of his daily life is repeating the previous day's itinerary.

But Xun seemed to have endless things to remember.

Keep adding new things to your notebook.

"Everything on the table has been freshly heated, so Hayata-chan can eat it directly."

Ming Rixun stopped what he was doing, raised his pretty face, and looked at him with full eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Kimura Hayata nodded and walked towards the bathroom.

"The soap in the bathroom is out, I got a new one."

Asuka's voice came, and then Kimura Hayata noticed that the small piece of soap with only a little left in the box had disappeared.
In its place was a brand new large bar of soap.

"it is good."

"Ah, and... Hayata-chan's towel has holes. I bought a new towel for Hayata-chan."

Asuka's head poked out from the door frame of the bathroom, her little face half exposed, and her white and tender hands resting on the door frame.

"Are there any holes?" Kimura Hayata asked in surprise.

"some."

Ming Rixun said and stretched out his hand to mark the size of the hole in the air.

"About this big."

"Actually, it can be used again."

Kimura Hayato said with a smile.

When he lived alone before, he didn't seem to care much about these things.

The soap is always used until the last bit is left before I think of replacing it with a new one, and the towels are not replaced with a new one until they are uncomfortable to use.

However, now...

"I've got new towels hanging on the rack."

Asuka pointed to the shelf above the sink. There were many towels hanging on two horizontal bars.

Oh no.

It seems like there weren’t so many towels before, right?

Kimura Hayata stared blankly at a few new towels that had appeared inexplicably on the crossbar.

The addition of new towels made the bars look slightly crowded.

He recognized the towels inside as Asuka's towels.

Which of the remaining towels that appeared out of thin air was his.

"Xun, which one is mine..."

Kimura Hayata took a breath and pointed at the pile of towels on the shelf.

"All of them." Asuka replied.

"Huh?" Kimura Hayata looked at Xun's serious face, and then at the extra towels on the shelf, "All of them?"

"Shayta-chan had too few towels before, so I specially brought a few more this time."

Kimura Hayata was silent for a moment and whispered.

"Actually, two is enough."

"What?" Asuka asked, not hearing what Kimura Hayata said clearly.

"Ah, nothing."

Kimura Shota turned around and turned on the faucet of the sink.

Water flowed down the gaps between his fingers, and his eyes glanced at the horizontal bar in front of him.

They all belong to the same body, is it necessary to distinguish so many...

Of course, he just thought about it in his mind and didn't say it out loud.

After all, it was Xun's heart and it couldn't be wasted.

Ok.

Use one towel for each hand at a time.

……

Kimura Hayata came out of the bathroom and walked to the dining table to sit down.

Put your hands together in front of you.

"I'm gonna start now."

Then he picked up the chopsticks and picked up the food on the table.

Tomorrow Xun's slender arms were propped on the coffee table, and her eyes were looking at the young man in front of the dining table quietly.

Chewing something in his mouth, Kimura Shota was thinking about Asuka Teruyu.

Xun's brother has entered Yinghuo Office. Do you want to tell Xun about this?

but.

Asuka Teruyu didn't tell anyone about this relationship, and she didn't know why.

Just when Kimura Hayata was thinking, Asuka's voice sounded first.

"Hunta-chan."

"Ok?"

"I received an invitation from the backstage of T station today."

"invite?"

Kimura Hayata stopped the chopsticks in his hand, swallowed the food in his mouth hard, and looked at her curiously.

Although Asuka is already an artist under Firefly Agency, Asuka's personal account is not operated by Firefly Agency.

But it is still managed by Asuka himself.

So he didn't know about the news about Xun T Station.

"An invitation from a talk show, from Dongmai TV Station."

Ming Rixun picked up the phone beside him and quickly slid his delicate fingers on the screen a few times.

After opening an interface, the girl got up and walked to the dining table with her mobile phone.

Kimura Hayata took the phone.

Look at what's displayed on your phone.

"Osaka Show? What kind of show is this?"

Above is a person who claims to be the TV station's Kosaka Show crew, and has extended an invitation to Asuka.

Invite Asuka to participate in the recording of the Kosaka show.

Kimura Hayata doesn't know much about variety shows or talk shows on various TV stations in Tokyo.

It only stays to the extent that I occasionally browse scattered video clips from my mobile phone.

And this Kosaka Hide...

He had never heard of it before.

"It is a very popular program on Dongmai TV. Each episode will invite some guests to the program. The host is Ms. Nozaka Nozomi, who is also very famous in the entertainment industry." Asuka explained.

"Is that so?"

Kimura Hayata returned the mobile phone in his hand to Asuka Kaoru.

"Xun, do you want to go?" Kimura Hayata had a faint smile on his face.

　Bosses, if you encounter duplication, garbled characters, traditional characters, etc., you can try refreshing it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)