How to Develop the King of Anime

"...Of course, the worse person than your parents is you, Miss Rita Einsworth, you are coming of age, you have the right to pursue your own dreams, why do your parents say you can't, you Do you just accept your fate and feel like you can't do it?"

Jingu Yao took two steps forward, and under Rita's somewhat frightened eyes, she grabbed her smooth chin with her hands, her skin was smooth, and her eyes were still bloodshot after tears, forcing her to confront him. watching.

Mashiro, who was standing behind Jingu Yao, raised her hand and put it down, but in the end she remained silent, watching Jingu Yao further 'destroy Rita'.

"...If talent can represent everything, then where do you place the dignity of those who have been working hard? Because talent is not enough, you can't have dreams and success? If this is the case, then this world There's really no need to exist..."

"So, Miss Rita... your parents are bad because they kill their children's dreams, but worse than your parents is that you gave up your dreams yourself, if you don't even save yourself, don't you really wait Are you trying to save you from God? You said you didn’t want to paint, but unfortunately, I couldn’t hear that from your words, all I heard was the sadness of you giving up without even trying, and they said you couldn’t Can't you? If they say you can't, you give up? You see the success of Shibai, but you see her efforts? You dare to say that you work harder than her!"

Patting the face of Rita, who was speechless, Jingu Yao put his hand in front of her.

"Do...what?"

Rita asked timidly, it seemed that she hadn't fully recovered from the slap.

"Give me the money you have, and I'll cook dinner. You can stay here and let Zhen Bai accompany you."

"oh oh……"

Rita quickly put the two ten thousand yuan bills she was holding in Jingu Yao's hand.

Raising his brows, he looked at the pile of folds on the banknote in his hand that Rita grabbed out, and Yō Jingu shook his head secretly. The banknote looked almost like toilet paper.

After taking the money, Shen Gongyao opened the door and walked out, but after closing the door, he did not leave, but used his ear to the door to eavesdrop on the movement inside.

"Rita..."

After Mashiro watched Jingu Yō's back disappear, she walked to Rita with her head down and whispered.

"...In addition to painting, the things I care about are Yao and Rita..."

She finally finished what was interrupted by Rita before. The girl in the British Empire just stared blankly at Zhenbai, who seemed to understand nothing, but reflected her figure into the transparent eyes, and suddenly smiled. a sound.

"I see……"

It turned out that Zhenbai didn't always focus on painting. It turned out that she also set her sights on other places, on the only friend who had lived with her for ten years.

It's just that she's not good at expressing, and can't express it, so Rita also ignored that expectation.

In this way, the two were silent for a long time, and after Rita's face changed a few times, she smiled bitterly:

"...Although that guy is not a gentleman at all, he actually hits girls, but he is right, it is me who doesn't understand, and it is me who gave up, I haven't thought about myself at all, I haven't asked my heart. What do I want. I have never made any decisions with my own will, I am a poor bastard without even a will!"

"...Rita is amazing."

Zhenbai said in a low voice, she slowly raised her hand, and in the too thin palm was a handkerchief.

Rita took the handkerchief slowly and stared at it for a while before wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with it.

Squeezing her nose, Rita laughed again. This time, there was less hypocrisy and more sincerity. It was like the early morning sun, which completely illuminated the dark earth.

"However, I still hate Shirai..."

Facing Rita's sudden speech, Shinshiro looked at her blankly.

"When you live together, you always throw your clothes and underwear away, and put dishes that I don't like on my plate..."

"sorry."

"I went out alone and got lost and asked me to find it, and I always made a mess in the house..."

"sorry."

"Use my brushes and drawing boards without authorization, and don't tell me..."

"..."

"sorry."

"Ha, this kind of true whiteness is true whiteness. You don't know anything, you don't understand anything, and you can't perceive anything. From this point of view, it's really annoying."

Rita shook her head and smiled.

"I... I'm happy as long as I paint with Rita, as long as I'm with Rita, I feel like I'm no longer alone, I don't think about anything else, I don't know, it turns out that Rita hates it so much I."

Mashiro continued to keep her head down, as if she was afraid to meet Rita's eyes.

"No...I don't hate you, Zhenbai...Actually, I have always been very happy, because the only one who has been accompanying me to paint until now is Zhenbai!"

Rita's voice gradually became hoarse until it was barely audible. She slowly stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around Mashiro's waist and hugged her like that.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry for letting you see me so ugly."

She whimpered out again, only this time, her cry was not grief and grief, but a happy relief.

"However, I still want you to understand what is despair and what is heartbreak!"

Suddenly, Rita let out a dull voice in Mashiro's arms.

"???"

Zhenbai looked blank, she just hugged Rita and didn't understand her words at all.

"Hey! You must know that although the British are conservative, European women are very bold!"

"???"

This time, Shiro didn't understand even more, but deep down, she had the urge to immediately push Rita aside.