How to Develop the King of Anime

It's not for those profits. For these painters who insist on their dreams, selling more things means that their works are accepted by others. The sense of accomplishment is unparalleled.

After chatting with Ying Lili for a while, I was finally dragged by this arrogant dead house girl to play games together. They obviously said that their time was tight, but they were still so leisurely to do it. Maybe this is the so-called procrastination. .

Chapter [-] Parents are not at home

An autumn rain and a cold, after the downpours brought fresh air and cool autumn air, but the heat of summer and the blooming flowers gradually disappeared, the green leaves began to become darker, and occasionally a few fell, and the cold in the air deepened. , the dry heat before that has completely disappeared.

The weather forecast said that the weather this year is slightly abnormal, and there may be another heavy rain this month, which means that the weather will get colder this year than in previous years.

In addition to summer, Jingu Yao doesn't care about any season, and even in summer, the island country of Japan will not be too hot, which makes Jingu Yao very satisfied, at least not even moving in summer. Moved.

"Moses Moses, is it the seven seas?"

"Hey, senior, is something wrong?"

"I remember you didn't work during the day today, right?"

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Jingu Yao asked Qingshan Qihai on the other side of the phone, arranging his clothes.

"Yes, I'm going to study at the seiyuu training center this morning. If I work part-time, it will be at night."

"Can Qi Hai come to my house at noon? I'm going out today. If it's true, you understand. It's enough to help me make a meal. I have all the ingredients in the refrigerator."

"No problem! I can still have a meal at the senior's house, so I'm still earning it."

Qingshan Qihai's hearty voice came into her ears. Although she didn't like to take advantage of others, she would accept it with gratitude if it was what she got in return for her efforts.

"That's great, Xiao Qihai is really reliable. If there is no Xiao Qihai, I would be troubled now."

Jingu Yao made a joke and subconsciously teased the little girl.

"Predecessor, senior...you, what are you talking about! This is too easy to misunderstand!"

Aoyama Qikai's voice turned into a Kansai accent again, and Jingu Yao even imagined her blushing face.

"Haha! Okay, no kidding, I've put the key in the old place, and Nanami can just come in directly. If you knock on the door, Zhenbai will never hear it."

"Good, good!"

Qingshan Qihai's voice was still a little trembling, but he accepted it.

Hanging up the phone, and finally getting things done before going out, Jingu Yao glanced at Zhenbai, who was still sleeping in the corner of the bed, and sighed helplessly.

Her workbench was very messy. After seeing the storyboard script and text introduction of the first episode of "Fullmetal Alchemist" by Jingu Yao again, Mashiro fell into the enthusiasm of work all of a sudden, and spent the whole night. While shaping the characters, the ground is full of waste paper she threw away. Obviously many characters look perfect, but Shiro is still not satisfied.

However, thanks to this suit, all night's hard work finally paid off. Looking at Edward who was drawn by Zhenbai, Jingu Yao had to sigh that this little beanie's painting couldn't be perfect.

I tightened the blanket for Shinshiro, it has been getting colder and colder in recent days, and I have to wrap myself in a blanket at night.

After a casual breakfast, Jingu Yao started the car in the garage, used his mobile phone to locate the address of Shiyu's house in Kasumigaoka, and drove all the way.

Because they are all in the same area, the journey is not too far. If it wasn't for the muddy ground after the rain, Jingu Yao even wanted to take a bus to go there. , just drive the car.

Jingu Yao's car was not very fast, but even so, it didn't take long for him to arrive at his destination, which made him have to sigh, it turns out that everyone lives so close, even if it is a bicycle, there is no problem.

Unlike Jingu Yao's house, Kasumigaoka Shiyu lives in an ordinary apartment, not that kind of independent courtyard. It was a waste of time to find a parking space nearby. Jingu Yao stood downstairs in the apartment, here It is an ordinary civilian area, and it is completely different from the residence in the wealthy area of ​​Tokyo. From this point, it can be seen that the family of Kasumigaoka Shiyu is very ordinary, and it is estimated that his parents are ordinary employees or the like.

The floor of Shiyu's house in Xiazhiqiu is not high. Jingu Yao climbed up the stairs and arrived at the door soon. He lowered his head and carefully looked at the address information on his mobile phone and email, and compared the house number and It was only after the words 'Kasumigaoka' hung on the door that it was finally confirmed that it was this one.

It can be embarrassing to knock on the wrong door.

"Ding-dong-"

Found the doorbell next to the door of the house, Jingu Yao gently pressed the doorbell, and just remembered the doorbell for a long time, and saw the wooden door open from the inside, as if the owner here had been waiting for a long time.

The door opened, revealing the face of the house, but the most attractive thing was the pretty figure standing at the door.

Perhaps in his own home, Kasumigaoka Shiyu turned out to be without makeup today, which surprised Jingu Yao. Japanese women don't go out without makeup. Knowing that someone came today, Kasumigaoka Shiyu didn't even wear makeup. It's not because of the confidence in oneself without makeup, because the person who comes here is a familiar person, and there is no need for makeup at all.

Although Jingu Yao wanted the answer to be the second one, he couldn't guess what Shiyu of Kasumigaoka was thinking.

Her beautiful hair was scattered on her back, and she still had the white hairpin on her head, and bursts of fragrance emanated from the girl's body. Shiyu of Kasumigaoka was wearing a simple home clothes, which was light in texture, elegant and comfortable. Jingu Yao was stunned, but she was still wearing those reflective black stockings on her legs!

She wears stockings at home. How much does this woman love stockings?In other words, to what extent did she take care of her legs!The stockings and jade feet stepped in the cute cotton slippers, the girl elegantly gathered her hair, turned her body slightly, smiled and said with the host welcoming the guests: "...Please come in, Yaojun, the house is simple and simple. Please bear with me."

"Ah...excuse me."

Jingu Yao recovered after only a slight stun. He smiled and bowed before walking into the house.

As soon as you enter the door, it is like an ordinary apartment. It is an entrance with a shoe rack next to it. Standing at the entrance and looking in, the living room is clean and tidy, the decoration is not luxurious, and it has a warm family flavor, which is similar to Jingu Yao. Just like the home before crossing, ordinary but warm.

"Boom-"

The sound of the girl closing the door came from behind, Kasumigaoka Shiyu bent down and took out a pair of slippers from the shoe rack and said, "...There are very few guests at home, and there are no spare slippers. My parents are not at home today, so you should wear them first. My father's."

Those were a pair of male-oriented slippers that were different from the female identity of Kasumigaoka Shiyu, but Jingu Yao did not pay attention to the slippers, and was completely attracted by her words.

Nobody at home?Parents not at home? !

Lonely men and widows living in the same room, this is it!

Chapter [-] The Boudoir of Shiyu of the Hill of Kasumi

(First of all, I would like to state that I have no particular knowledge about Japanese anime, manga, light novels, or companies, and many of them are currently checking the information, so if there is something wrong, please give me a face, if you don’t see it, just ignore it. it is good……)

"What are you thinking? Junkman..."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was squatting down and putting the shoes that Jingu Yao had taken off on the shoe rack, lowered her head, a few strands of hair that had just been washed in the morning fell on the ground, her hair was black as ink, shining brightly. A light healthy glow with a dewy slippery finish.