How to Develop the King of Anime

"I can't forgive you, I want you to disappear quickly, disappear quickly, I do everything possible to help you convince your father to let you come to Japan, teach you how to use a computer, teach you how to fly, because I know that with your true character, With the same life experience as Zero, you will definitely not be able to draw good-looking comics, and you must only draw comics that are useless except for your good drawing skills! At that time, you will be able to understand our feelings, and you will be physically and mentally traumatized and feel What is it called despair, but...but...but how can you just debut like this, and it's even serialized!"

She pointed at Mashiro, her voice trembling, and then pointed her finger at Jingong Yao, feeling depressed for a while, she was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood.

The azure blue eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, like a monster that chooses and devours people.

"No, no... Rita is wrong."

Mashiro finally took a breath from the stormy language, and she shook her head fiercely, rejecting Rita's words.

"It's not that I don't have feelings, I don't care about anything... I, besides painting, I have Yao, and I have..."

Mashiro shouted loudly, she grabbed Jingu Yao's sleeve with her hand, and her delicate body pressed against him tightly.

Rita didn't want to listen to Mashiro's next words anymore. She coughed twice and almost spit out blood. Looking at Mashiro, she was like a bird, clinging to Jingu Yao's firmness, for some reason. Yes, four words suddenly popped up in her mind - strength to abuse dogs!

I lost myself...

Chapter [-] I am really a psychologist

Rita suddenly lost her strength. She smashed her feet on the ground and walked two steps to the table. She didn't look at who the glass of water on the table belonged to, and drank it in one breath. , Looking at her panting appearance, I'm afraid she wasted a lot of physical strength just by venting.

Jingu Yao opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he finally held back his words. The cup that Rita drank from happened to belong to him, but for the sake of Rita's beauty, drinking water from her own cup would be fine. Well, if a man does this, the cup is estimated to be dead.

Mashiro wanted to continue talking, but Rita raised her hand to stop her, not giving her a chance to speak at all.

"You don't have to say it, really white... Although I don't want to see you, I want you to disappear completely in front of my eyes, but I look forward to you again, I hope you can fulfill my dream and use your talent to achieve my dream My dream... I'm really conflicted right now, that is, I hope you will forever immerse yourself in comics and say goodbye to Art 16, and I hope you can give up comics and return to the art world to accomplish what I can't do."

Rita shook her hands fiercely, lowered her head and muttered to herself.

"Don't worry, I'm willing to admit defeat. Since I promised Zhenbai, I'll leave after the visa expires in the next few days."

She sighed in disappointment, Rita's blue pupils were full of confusion and pain.

"...No, what Rita can do, Rita must be able to do, because Rita likes to draw."

In the face of Rita's loss, Mashiro still firmly believes in her and firmly believes that she can fulfill her dream.

It's just that Shinshiro's trust in her made the flames that Rita had subdued start to burn again.

"What do you know, you don't know anything!!"

"enough!!"

Just when Rita was about to continue shouting, Jingu Yao frowned and finally let out a low voice. The suppressed tone suppressed what Rita was going to say next.

"...Stop talking, you've said enough. Now, just now, put away your fake smirk and go out to buy groceries, Rita."

Jingu Yao stopped Rita from continuing to vent. If the previous vent was to let Mashiro know Rita's mood and let Rita say what she had not dared to say for ten years, then if she said it again now, it might be Quarrel is an inch.

Compared to Rita, who had known each other for only a month, Jingu Yao's heart was naturally more towards Shinshiro, who had been with him for a long time.

"A hypocritical smirk...why do you think I'm doing this."

Rita pursed her lips and trembled a little.

"I have been learning to draw since I was sensible. When I was a child, whether my parents or my grandfather would praise my paintings... They always told me that I would definitely become a great painter in the future. "

Rita muttered to herself, her eyes blurred for some time. This time Jingu Yao didn't disturb her, she just listened quietly, but she was also a little self-deprecating in secret. When did she start working part-time as a neighborhood committee aunt?Could it be that in her current job, there is still a way to relieve the frustration of underage girls?Is it possible to open a psychological counseling clinic, and maybe even trick a few girls with shocking hearts into bed?

Just as Jingu Yao was thinking about it, Rita continued:

"But since Mashiro came, everything has changed, everything has changed... I didn't have so many ideas at the time, I just thought Mashiro was amazing, and I wanted to paint with her and make progress together, it's that simple , such a pure idea. But Zhenbai didn't think so, neither did his parents, they were shocked by Zhenbai's talent and thought it was a talent that I couldn't surpass, so they told me to forget it, they told me to give up, because No matter how hard I try, I can't compare to her, and painting is meaningless. Even so, I don't hate Shirai, I still care about Shirai... But painting is everything to me, it's me since I was sensible What I have been doing, besides painting, what else can I do, that is who I am.”

"Stop talking, Rita, Yō...don't let Rita talk."

Rita's words were hoarse, like the neighing of a saw on a wooden board, with pain that made the eardrums sad.

In the face of Shinshiro's plea, Jingu Yao was indifferent.

His past psychology teacher taught him that the most important and basic ability of a psychologist is to listen, like a trash can to receive all the venting and rubbish of the patient, and the psychologist has a task It is to let the other party express his pain and experience. Of course, Jingu Yao will not stop Rita at this time.

"...Even if my parents and grandpa say I can't do it, no matter what they say, it's fine, even if I really can't do it, as long as I can do it, it's enough, I've been with her for ten years, I watched her grow up and took care of her who was unable to live. It was like a dream, and Zhenbai 113 was the protagonist in my dream, but now, she woke my dream, she took it away without authorization After my dream, she was all harmful, and she was all harmful !!! People like you, what kind of family like you want to have a good family, it is also a genius, you can succeed in everything, always stand by standing forever. How can people in the spotlight understand me!!”

Rita shouted excitedly, the tears from the corners of her eyes couldn't stop flowing, she sobbed her nose, and shouted out all her deepest thoughts and past.

"Finished?"

Jingu Yao still looked calm, and asked slightly coldly.

"It's over..."

"Snapped!"

A slap slapped Rita on the face. The sudden action made Rita completely unresponsive. She staggered and sat down on the sofa beside her, covering her face with her hands. The whole person was stunned.

Zhenbai's facial features twisted on the side, and she quickly covered her face with her hands, showing a painful expression, as if it was not Rita but her who was slapped just now.

"Have you calmed down?"

"Cold, calm down..."

Rita nodded hastily, and all the pain and confusion from the previous roar disappeared.

Chapter [-] I want to make you heartbroken and desperate!

"Although it's not good to say this from my mouth, I still have to say that your parents are really bad!"

Rita covered her face with her hands. She stared at Jingu Yao in a daze. Her open cherry lips were panting with fragrance. There was an inconspicuous red mark on her fair and delicate face. Not harsh, but it left a mark on Rita's moist cheeks.