How to Develop the King of Anime

Before the time-travel, Jingu Yaoyao was just an ordinary person, ordinary ability, and ordinary family. Although his ambition was higher than the sky, he was still broken by the torrent of this society.

"A gap that is too obvious will only turn people into complete worship, because it is a road that is absolutely impossible to catch up. And there will be jealousy, and despair, because in Rita, you subconsciously think you and Shiro The gap is not that big, that's why there is this idea."

In any case, Rita is also a young girl, and Jingu Yao can only comfort her in the way of a man.

"Ha...Thank you for your comfort."

I don't know if it was Jingu Yao's words that she listened to, or Rita herself controlling her mood, she said with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, seemingly relaxed.

"Where did you come to this conclusion?"

"It's just from the psychological level of people to associate."

"Are you studying psychology?"

"Just a little dabbling..."

The two chatted for a while, until the door came into view, Jingu Yaocai said curiously: "...Actually, I want to know how you persuaded Zhenbai to leave her alone at home. ."

"It's very simple..."

Rita's smile turned a little bitter again, "...I just told Mashiro to take you out for a day, and then you decide whether she will stay or not. If you say let her stay here and continue drawing manga, I will do it myself. People leave. I thought there would be no problem, Yaojun, although you are not much older than me, but your thinking is very mature, I thought that if it were you, you would never let Zhenbai give up what she should have because of the selfishness of the child. In the future, you will consider the overall situation and really want her to do what she should do."

"So what's the result?"

Jingu Yao felt a little funny when he heard Rita's words. She is indeed very smart. After such a period of time, she understood her general personality, but she was too naive. will lose.

"...As a result, I was too self-righteous, I thought too much. No wonder Zhenbai agreed so happily, that's because she trusted you, obviously I lived with her for ten years, and you lived with her. We've been together for less than a year."

"You're jealous of me, Rita..."

"Yeah, I'm a little jealous of you."

After two days of talking, I returned to the front of the house, and when Jingu Yao took out the key at the door, Rita suddenly said: "...I will fulfill the promise of Kazuma Shiro, and then I will leave by myself."

Jingu Yao paused when he opened the door, and then said intentionally or unintentionally: "...Actually, if this is the first time I see Mashiro's paintings, I may indeed think more and think she is more suitable to be." Artist', but Rita, haven't you noticed? The corridors on the second floor are full of real white paintings. I face these things every day, even if the paintings were painted by Leonardo da Vinci. It won't be a shocking feeling when you do another painting."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked in.

Rita, who was standing at the door, froze in place. She blinked her beautiful big eyes, but felt her head was a little cloudy, and she couldn't think about anything in the blank space. Is that the reason?

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"Yao, Rita..."

The sound of 'Deng Deng Deng' came from the entrance of the stairs. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she ran out with her bare and white feet. It seemed that she didn't draw at all today, and her whole mind was in the shrine. On Yō and Rita.

After seeing Zhenbai, Rita put away the lonely expression on her face, and her whole body became nervous again, pretending that she didn't care: "...Well, this time it's Zhenbai, you won, I won't Force you to go back to England."

Hearing Rita's words, the corners of Mashiro's mouth slowly showed a smile, just like cherry blossoms falling in the pond in spring, and the faint water waves rippled in people's hearts.

Elegant, beautiful but with a strange tenderness.

It's just that Jingu Yao knew that Rita's words were not sincere. Although Mashiro was not stupid, her heart was not that delicate. She couldn't really see Rita's subtle mood from Rita's few words and slight expressions, unless Rita speaks to her in person, and only after she reveals all the depression in her heart to Shinshiro face to face, can she come out completely.

But this girl has kept all this in her heart for ten years, and it is not so easy to say it all. That hypocritical smile is her cover up.

Jingu Yao can't help with this kind of thing, and sometimes it really needs a specific scene.

Just as Jingu Yao was thinking, Mashiro ran to the house where he and Rita lived before, and tried very hard to pick up the pillow and the thin quilt that belonged to Jingu Yao.

"What are you doing, really white?"

"Yao and I are going to sleep in my room!"

Shinshiro was holding too many things, and her slender body shook a little, but she still spoke clearly.

"...that room is obviously mine, and you are the intruder!"

Jingu Yao was a little confused.

"...Me and Yao went to sleep in Yao's room."

Zhenbai changed his expression with a stern face again.

Jingu Yao glanced at Rita and spread his hands indifferently.

I've been sleeping with Rita for the past few days, and now I've changed it to Zhenbai. Anyway, it's me who takes advantage, and it's not the same wherever I go to sleep. Besides, this way of sleeping is the joy of ancient emperors changing concubines every day!

Rita didn't stop her, she forced a smile and watched Mashiro and Jingu Yao return to the big bedroom before, slowly closing the door of her bedroom, she sat on the floor and leaned against the bed. , put his hands around his knees, and whispered a little sadly: "...I really, too failed... I really, can't do anything."

The beautiful pretty face was buried between the legs, and the bedroom became quiet again.

Chapter [-] It's impossible for my pet to learn badly!

The late autumn morning was a bit cold, as if telling about the coming of winter, even though the heating was on in the house, Jingu Yao was curled up in the quilt and didn't want to get up.

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Jingu Yao, who was fighting against the cold of the morning, heard a tsk tsk of water in the blur.

Suddenly, the cold all around disappeared, Jingu Yao only felt that he was enveloped by a burst of warmth, the whole person seemed to be immersed in a warm hot spring, the pores all over his body were open and unusually comfortable, but some important place felt A little nervous.

"Ham... ham... mgum goo..."

Jingu Yao, who was struggling with his eyelids, had a sweet dream in his light sleep. He couldn't remember the content of the dream, but he felt that the dream was very comfortable, and it was so comfortable that he couldn't help humming.

"It's really white...don't make trouble..."