How to Develop the King of Anime

Jingu Yao's head was aching, and trying to persuade Shiro was a hassle.

"Dong dong dong..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the bedroom.

Jingu Yao and Mashiro looked back at the same time, and happened to see Rita standing at the open door, pressing her fingers on the door. When she saw Jingu Yao and Mashiro together, she raised her eyebrows. He said with a gentle smile: "...Sorry to bother you, but I should be cooking today, but there seems to be no vegetables in the refrigerator. Well, I have to go out to buy vegetables..."

Rita's tone was a little embarrassed. In fact, she came here because Jingu Yao asked for money to buy food. This woman, who should be very common sense, came to Japan from the UK without paying a penny. There is also some admiration.

"The wallet is on the table over there. Go get it yourself... But Miss Rita, you haven't left yet."

Jingu Yao's tone was a little impatient. This woman clearly said that she would leave soon, but she still lived with him for so long.

"My vacation will end in a few days. As a gentleman, Yao-jun, can't you take in me who is homeless for a few more days?"

Rita laughed like a little devil. She really gave up the idea of ​​taking Shinshiro back to England for a while, because the relationship between the two was harmonious again.

"Rita!"

Just as Rita took out the money from Jingu Yori's wallet on the table, Zhenbai's eyes lit up and her slender tone improved a little, as if thinking of something.

"What's the matter, really white?"

Taking out two ten thousand yuan bills from Jingu Yao's wallet, Rita turned her head to look at Mashiro and asked with a smile.

"Come and help Yao!"

There was a hint of joy in Zhenbai's tone, as if he had found a solution to the problem.

"Ok?"

The British girl tilted her head and looked at Shibai in confusion.

"...I don't have enough time. If it's Rita, I can definitely help."

Rita was still puzzled, and she didn't always focus on what she said when she spoke. She walked over strangely and looked at the drawing board in the hands of the two and the manuscript on the table. Her face suddenly changed, and she shouted without thinking:

"I reject!!"

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Strength Dog Abuse

"Li, Rita?"

Mashiro was taken aback by Rita's sudden shout. She widened her beautiful eyes and opened her mouth slightly, looking confused.

"...I definitely don't paint, Yao-kun should know that too, right?"

Rita took a deep breath, put on a slightly fake smile again, wrapped her fingers around the ends of her hair, and said with a smile.

But that smile was a little weird, with a bitterness like coffee.

"Yeah, so I didn't expect to ask you to help Miss Rita. I'll be happy when you can stop bothering me here."

Jingu Yao shrugged. For a beauty like Rita, most people, especially men, are rarely able to dislike it. I am afraid that she can live in her own home all the time, but every time she sees Rita's fake and hypocritical smile It makes Jingu Yao feel very disgusted. If he was before the time-travel, he might even pretend to flatter the other party because he was a beautiful woman, but for Jingu Yao now, women are not that important at all, even if it is a beautiful girl, If you hate it, you will also show your hate.

"impossible!"

But more certain than Rita, Shinshiro shook his head resolutely, "...It's impossible for Rita not to paint, because you like to paint!"

The look of overconfidence made Rita a little flustered, but soon she spoke again, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth, and said meaningfully: "...even if I want to paint, I can't do it. Yes. I know what you want me to do. This original painting is painted by Zhenbai, right? What you need is a painting of the same level as Zhenbai? But unfortunately, my painting skills are far from Zhenbai, she The painting can only be done by herself!"

"wrong!"

As soon as Rita's voice fell, Zhenshi said firmly, word by word, "...Rita is very good at drawing, and Rita is very good!"

"I said, I won't be painting anymore!"

Rita suddenly shouted at Mashiro. She clenched her teeth tightly and made a harsh grinding sound. The gentle smile she had always kept on her face had long since disappeared, and the twisted expression was extremely terrifying.

"Stop joking with me! You're the only one who can't make fun of me, so white!"

She pointed at Mashiro, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for many years were finally unbearable, and at this moment, it erupted like a volcano.

"You are not qualified to say such things, so white! You are the most unqualified!"

"why?"

Mashiro was a little dazed, she stared blankly at Rita who was suddenly angry, took two steps back subconsciously, and grabbed Yō Jingu with her hands.

"Why? Why do you even ask? Sometimes I really don't know if you are acting stupid or really stupid! Well, since you ask why, then I'll tell you, why do you think I gave up painting? That is Because you hurt everything, you hurt everything!"

The angry roar shook the ceiling. At this time, Jingu Yao was very lucky that there was no neighbor next to him, otherwise someone would probably knock on the door.

He looked at Rita's anger, and after thinking about it, he still didn't stop it. Let her say some things, otherwise, smirk like that every day, and it will feel disgusting to look at.

"why?"

Facing Rita's anger, Mashiro was like a child who had lost his backbone and could only mutter this sentence.

"That's because of you, because you Shiina Mashiro has always been admired by us, but you are more hateful than anyone else! You only have your own paintings in your eyes, and you have nothing but paintings! Do you still remember those who painted with us when you were young? Painted children? You forgot long ago, not even their faces, even whether they were male or female, ha, that's right, because Zhenbai is such a person, you have nothing but paintings people!"

"I……"

"Those children come from all over the world to learn professional painting and to become painters. They are all geniuses. Even if they are just children, they can be called artists, but in front of your real name, even Geniuses have also become ordinary people! This is normal in itself. Painting also has competition. Every year, I don’t know how many people give up because they can’t stand the pressure of competition, but only you are really different. After seeing you, they all gave up Now, one by one, they all gave up, even those who persisted gave up, but you never looked at them from the beginning to the end, they all gave up painting because of your lack of emotion!"

"In the end, only me was left, only me... But I managed to persevere until now, and I can't hold on anymore. You still don't care, you don't know anything, I really envy you, really white, except for You don't need to think about anything other than painting..."

Rita was panting heavily, as if she had finally spoken out what she had held back for ten years, causing her face to have an unusual flush, whether it was a flush of excitement or guilt.