How to Develop the King of Anime

Under the clear and transparent voice, unimaginable filthy scenes occurred. As the temperature of the room continued to expand, as Jingu Yao's breathing became heavier and heavier, he finally groaned, and the story came to an end.

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"what……"

Men will always recall the past after everything is over and regret the good things in the past. Only in the 'sage mode' after the end will men feel guilty and depressed.

Jingu Yao let out a light breath. He stood by the window sill in the corridor. From the transparent glass window, he looked at the colorful Yuli in the dark in the distance. Even in the edge of Tokyo, there will be red A feast for the eyes at night.

Looking at the distance, Jingu Yao's face was a little tired and decadent, like a depressed artist, looking sadly at this world that made him angry.

There was an ashtray on the window sill in the corridor, and there was an iron box next to it. Jingu Yao opened the iron box with a trembling hand, took out a white cigarette, and lit the cigarette with the crisp sound of the lighter.

The fragrant tobacco smell came from the throat to the lungs. I don't know when it started, Jingu Yao has become accustomed to this smell.

Busy work always makes people want to vent in some way. Jingu Yao doesn't want to rely on drugs to lift his spirits, so cigarettes are a must.

He also began to try things that he had been keeping away from, and he had to say that smoking was indeed addictive, and smoking would indeed make men more flavorful and mature.

Before the time-travel, Jingu Yao did not smoke, saying that fear of his health was just an excuse for him. The real reason was that if he was addicted to smoking, he would spend a lot of money every month to buy cigarettes. Wasted on smoking, but now, he is no longer worried about money, at least he will never worry about smoking money, in the busyness and depression of work, he will use cigarettes to numb himself.

Regret, guilt, self-blame, as well as fear and worry, the mixed flavors filled his heart, making Jingu Yao very depressed.

"The hibiscus comes out of the clear water, and the decoration is natural." Jingu Yao always thought that this poem was very suitable for Zhenbai. Facing her innocence and pureness, as if there was no trace of fireworks, the dusty should not appear in the beauty of this flashy world, Jingu Yao had a fear and excitement that tainted her.

That's right, it's excitement, and it's this excitement that makes Jingu Yao feel scared.

People always get used to what they do. After doing this kind of thing for the first time, Jingu Yao clearly understands that he will definitely gain an inch, and if he has the first time, there will be a second time, and then he will sin more than once. Deeply, facing Shinshiro, he seemed to know nothing at all, but facing the way Jingu Yao was playing with her calmly, he had the illusion that he was seducing an ignorant young girl.

If it was said that when he faced Jingu Zou at the beginning, he did something even more extreme, and Jingu Yao could still face it with magnanimity, now facing Shiro, he really has a feeling of overwhelm.

"Well, since it has already happened, if you only regret it, then you don't even look like a man."

Putting the ashtray in his hand in the ashtray, this is already the second cigarette Jingu Yao has smoked.

This girl must not give up. If the previous Jingu Yao still hesitated, then now he has made up his mind.

Even if it is a scum, even if it is disgusting, but you must not give up her, hold her firmly in your own hands and hold her in your arms, just like treating the most precious thing in the world. Like a treasure, until we grow old and die together!

"It would be great if you were born in ancient times, but you have to be born in this modern age where feminism is rampant and women's status is rising."

With a joking mumble, thinking of Ma Shiro's confusion when she stared blankly at the white unknown object scattered on her knee-length socks, Jingu Yao's heart rose again with an urge.

Looking around, the hallway is full of the smell of Zhenbai. It is full of her paintings, just like her art exhibition. All of them are beautiful scenery in different seasons and different places. Zhenbai once said that he is not good at drawing people, God. Gong Yao was still a little skeptical at the beginning, and felt that the technique of Mashiro's drawing of characters was beyond imagination, but now, when Mashiro wanted to understand the human body and the connection of every inch of skin and muscles, Jingu Yao knew , Shiro is really not good at drawing characters.

In the eyes of others, the painting skills are already amazing, for Shinshiro, it will not satisfy her at all, and it does not reach her ideal state.

"I want to paint a portrait of Yao..."

This was the soft words that came out from Mashiro's dry red lips after everything was over. Looking at the tiredness in her expression and the basic sketch of the human body on the small drawing board in her hand, Jingu Yaozhen was moved and wanted to cry.

Finding materials for comics is only part of the reason. In fact, what she wants to do is to improve her skills while drawing a portrait of herself.

I didn't choose anyone else, I chose myself without hesitation. It should be said that in Shiina Shinshiro's world, it is actually lonely and indifferent. Apart from myself and painting, there is nothing else?

There was a sudden sound from the bedroom door, and a beautiful and moving figure of Mashiro appeared at the door.

"Cough...cough..."

The smell of smoke in the corridor made Mashiro cover his mouth and cough a few times.

"Feel sorry!"

He quickly snuffed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and opened the corridor window to allow the smoke to escape.Usually he is used to going to the bathroom to smoke.

"It's ok……"

He shook his head softly, expressing indifference with his own tenderness.

"Are you hungry?"

After finishing everything, Jingong Yao said subconsciously that he already knew Shiro's work and rest habits very well, and it was possible for her to have other reactions during the night work at the desk, except to go to sleep and be hungry.

"Ah."

Nodding his head, he told the correctness of Jingu Yao's words.

"Then let me get you some supper."

Grabbing Mashiro's tender little hand very naturally, Jingu Yao pulled her through the corridor to the lobby on the first floor.

Chapter [-] The man in the Shura field

Mashiro had put on the slightly revealing pajamas again, barely covering the beautiful and charming body under the pajamas, two bare feet in the soft slippers, the sock stained with Jingu Yao's record. After drying up, he threw it into the trash can.

Perhaps it was the impulsiveness of the two people before that caused Mashiro to consume too much physical strength. Usually, Mashiro would be hungry only after the early morning. Today, I felt hungry and cold before twelve o'clock.

I looked through the refrigerator, and there were two boxes of bento bought at a [-]-hour convenience store. Although the shelf life of this thing is a bit short, it is much richer in nutrition than instant noodles. It can be used as a dinner. Then every time I get home I go to the convenience store and buy some for a rainy day.

Sometimes Jingu Yao is too lazy to cook when he is busy, so he and Mashiro eat bento to live.

"Wait a moment, I'll go and warm up the meal, it'll be ready soon."

Jingu Yao ordered Mashiro, he took out a bento from the refrigerator, walked to the kitchen and turned on the microwave oven. He was about to warm it up and suddenly hesitated.

Thinking of what Shiyu of Kasumigaoka said, as a woman, you should pay attention to dieting at night to prevent your body from getting out of shape. Although Zhenbai always eats supper for a period of time, her body has not changed. It may be the type that does not gain weight no matter how much she eats, but to prevent In case, he still opened the plastic wrap on the outside of the bento box, and half of the rice inside was poured out.

"Eat more food to be nutritious!"