How to Develop the King of Anime

Seeing that Jingu Yao seemed to have misunderstood her meaning, Jingu Airi hurriedly waved her hands and said in a worried tone.

During this period of time, she had already discovered that her elder brother was no longer as 'cowardly' as before, but was as strong as her father, and did not allow others to refuse at all.

"Thank you then."

Jingu Yao laughed happily and buried her head on the work table again, not seeing the happy smile on her sister's mouth.

Take out the pen and write the name of the song directly on the top of the paper - "Flower. Dance".

The one hundred and seventieth chapter may just be together

Jingu Airi sat on the edge of the bed in a bit of boredom, shaking her slender legs. Unlike ordinary girls, she didn't like to wear thick pantyhose like black silk in winter. She preferred to wear fashionable pants. Pursue a kind of beauty in dressing, and only change into short skirts when the weather warms up.

Looking at Yō Jingu, who was burying her head at the desk, writing in a hurry, Airi quickly turned her attention to the two sets of quilts on the bed.

In addition to Mashiro's set, the other set is Jingu Yao's. Jingu Airi can proudly say that she can smell it just by smell. Although she is a little unhappy about the two sleeping in the same bed, she has not experienced it. Thinking a lot, my brother is now in adolescence when he is curious about women. Even if he finds a few 'lovers', it is understandable. The more he lives in such a family, the more open he is to this kind of thing. Airi clearly knew that even her calm father was not honest when he was young, at least he had a lot of romantic debts outside.

Grabbing the light blue quilt with her hands, Jingu Aili secretly glanced at Gong Yao, and only after realizing that he was indeed putting his whole heart on the sheet music did he carefully pull the quilt over, pretending He covered a corner of the quilt on his leg as if he was cold, but from time to time he lowered his head and sniffed his little nose, and his head was close to the quilt, not knowing what he was smelling.

After maintaining these 16 movements for a few minutes, Jingu Aili suddenly woke up. She quickly raised her head to look at Jingu Yao, and after noticing that he didn't know anything, she patted the very upturned figure under the sweater. Her chest was crisp, and the thin brows drawn with the eyebrow pencil wrinkled. Jingu Airi felt that such self-obscenity was meaningless. She was very curious about what Jingu Yao was writing, and threw the quilt covering her legs aside. Wearing slippers, he stood up directly, and crept behind Jingu Yao.

The slender fingers like a woman hold a pen and write symbols one by one on the staff. It is these hands that have played a lot of wonderful music and won the most important awards when they were young.

Unconsciously, her hand held the back of the chair, her whole body was bent down, and her round breasts accidentally touched Jingong Yao's shoulder, so she looked at Jingong Yao's concentration with interest. .

Although most of his attention is paid to the stave, Jingu Yao is not really white. He is still very sensitive to the approach of others. When his sister came to his back, he felt it immediately, except for the presence of people. The most important thing is the strong but not objectionable perfume smell on his sister's body, and Kazuo likes to use mild and light perfumes, and Zhenbai never uses perfumes. The scent of shampoo is different, and the fragrance used by Aili, who pursues fashion in all aspects, also has a strong force that hits people's noses. Even among many girls, her body smells so prominent.

A few strands of hair were scattered beside Jingu Yao's cheeks, which made him a little itchy, and as Jingu Aili bent down, Jingu Yao's shoulders felt the roundness behind her, and Jingu Yao's hand was writing staff. Shivering, the pen was drawn into the distance at once, leaving a dark black ink on the white paper.

Jingu Yao was stunned for a moment, and Aili was also stunned, but Aili quickly reacted, her eyes curled and the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile, like a little devil's smug, and then she had to move forward intentionally or unintentionally. Teasing him, but her movements were very inconspicuous, as if these actions were just made unintentionally.

Intrigued by this vague feeling, Jingu Yao secretly scolded him, he could only use this to be his sister to calm himself down, and to calm down something that had a tendency to raise his head below him, and secretly inhaled. In one breath, he ignored the extra scratches on the paper and continued to draw symbols on the back of the score.

The score is almost finished. It would be too troublesome to rewrite it because of that scratch. For this kind of composition that hardly needs to be revised, Jingu Yao doesn't even need to think about it at all. Just copy the memory in my mind. There is no pause at all when the song is played, and this behavior is very surprising and amazing to outsiders.

Jingu Airi is in this state now, she is staring at Jingu Yao's writing like a god, and from time to time she tilts her head to look at her brother with incredible eyes, as if she is meeting him for the first time.

In the past, although Yō Jingu was good at playing the piano, he had never heard of him being able to compose. Performance skills and composition were not the same thing. Now, seeing Yō Jingu's non-stop writing style, Jingu Airi was amazed at herself. I still don't know my brother.

Her eyes fell on the very beginning, and she hummed gently with the music symbols one by one. Her voice was beautiful and beautiful, not the cute voice of a delicate girl, nor the too deep voice of a strong queen, but In between, a voice that no matter what the crowd will like.

The more she hummed, the more Jingu Airi realized that the song was really nice and full of rhythm. She knew from the song alone that it was not for singing, but just for playing like light music. Even if it is a casual hum, there is a natural and ethereal aesthetic feeling.

Listening to the melodious humming of an oriole coming out of the valley, Jingu Yao's composing speed was getting faster and faster, but after a few minutes he drew the final rest.

Seeing that Jingu Yao completed the score, Jingu Airi raised her body a little reluctantly. Although she had a strange feeling in her heart, she was not bold enough to really dare to say it, and she was also doubting the feeling. Is it true or false, or maybe it's just the feeling of being close to each other between brothers and sisters because of the loss of my mother and my father's busy work.

After blowing the still wet ink, Jingu Yao handed the sheet music to his sister who was standing behind him and suddenly lost his mind for some reason.

"You've almost read all the score just now, how about it, how long does it take to practice well, Airi?"

Jingu Yao asked with a smile.

Ai Li also recovered when she was stimulated by the sound, she took the sheet music and thought about it, and said, "... sheet music 020 is not too difficult, it is much simpler than those classical music and even many violin etudes, about two or three It can be mastered in an hour, and a day’s work is enough to play it very smoothly, but if you want to play well and integrate into your emotions, it will take a period of brewing.”

"As expected of Airi, it's amazing... Enough. You don't need to put your usual level of playing the violin on this kind of music, as long as you can pull it down without flaws and pauses."

Hearing her brother's compliments, Jingu Airi also pouted a little proudly, she was a small girl anyway.

"Well, Airi, you came all the way from Kyoto to Tokyo, but it's not good for me to ask you to practice the piano, and I don't have any extra time to accompany you, but please, I have something to do this afternoon and hope you can practice. I won't go anywhere tomorrow, let's record music together!"

Jingu Yao said a little embarrassedly, her sister came to her house but she was doing homework, no matter what she thought, it was inappropriate.

"It's ok……"

Jingu Airi shook her head and suddenly laughed mysteriously, "...not to mention that I like the violin, and I'm very happy to play with my brother, as for not having time to accompany me, it's fine, anyway, I'm going to live here until after the New Year. just left."

Hearing her sister's words, Jingu Yao widened her eyes and opened her mouth slightly in disbelief.

On the other hand, Airi Jingu hummed as if she had won a victory.

Chapter [-] Everyone has their own characteristics

January [-]st is the Japanese New Year's holiday, which means that my sister has to live here for at least a week!

"You don't have to go to school?"

Jingu Yao couldn't help but asked, it would be fine if he lived here, but if it was his own sister, even Jingu Yao would feel a little headache.

"Don't you also go to school?"

In one sentence, Jingu Yao can't say anything. Although he also has the idea of ​​taking a Japanese college entrance examination, relying on his talent advantage to go to a good university to make a name, but now he is really doing it for the company and career. He completely abandoned his studies. For Jingu Yao, the little things he went to school would not be of any help to his future.

"What, brother, are you going to blast me out as a younger sister?"

Jingu Airi saw that her brother was speechless. She gently folded the sheet music, her long fingers were as white as green onions, and her long nails were dyed with various patterns. Directly hit Jingu Yao with a fatal blow.

"How is that possible, Airi-chan, you want to live here, it's too late for me to be happy as a big brother."

"Beautiful words, disgusting!"

Jingu Airi pouted as if she wanted to stay away from Jingu Yao, but her fair and hydrated pretty face was full of joy.

"How can you say that brother is disgusting!"

Jingu Yao smiled and stretched out her hand and pinched her sister's face. The girl's face was smooth and attractive, smooth like milk, and it seemed that she could squeeze out water with a slight squeeze. Young vitality and good maintenance, It's addicting to pinch that cheek.

"It hurts... don't move your hands and feet!"