How to Develop the King of Anime

There, a blond girl got down from the back seat. She was wearing a high school girl uniform and was carrying a brown suitcase in both hands.

The girl turned her face to the side, watching the taxi leave, then carried her suitcase to the side of the stone steps and sat down.

The girl looked a little boring, like a delicate doll.

She seemed to find her sight, she gently folded her hair and raised her head, and Jingu Yao finally saw her face.

Clear, beautiful eyes without the air of human fireworks.

At that moment, his pupils shrank, his heart beat faster, and the blood all over his body boiled. In the whole world, there was nothing but girls.

Jingu Yao suddenly felt that he seemed to be in love again...

"The sour smell of youthful love..."

The music teacher who pretended to be a street artist smiled, he picked up his belongings and left silently.

Chapter [-]: Shiina is really white? !

"Shina... Mashiro, Shiina... Mashiro?"

Jingu Yao didn't notice the departure of the 'street artist', just stared blankly at the girl on the other side of the road, sitting quietly on the stone steps, murmuring her name.

"Shina is really white?!"

Jingu Yao seemed to have suddenly thought of something.

The first time he heard the name, he had the urge to say it, but the name kept circling in his mind, and through a thin veil, he couldn't detect her clearer meaning.

Now, after seeing that girl, Jingu Yao suddenly remembered, isn't Shiina Mashiro a character in a certain anime?

Jingu Yao, who was before the time-travel, has almost stopped chasing after graduating from college. The hard work has made him tired apart from going to work and resting. He also spends his precious time doing other things on the weekends he finally encounters. Perhaps it was the growth of age that made him gradually leave the house, and even began to think that watching anime was a waste of time.

This is a blessing and a sadness.

He likes this ACG world, but the blow of reality makes him unable to immerse himself in this world, so he can only go with the flow.If possible, he would also like to stay at home every day, watch anime and play games, and just squander his past life like this, but such trivial things as chai, rice, oil and salt made him resolutely abandon this idea of ​​no future.

Shiina Mashiro, the heroine of a certain anime, he had a slight impression, took out the photo from his wallet, held it tightly with his hands, and looked at the girl across the road without focus, but his brain began to go crazy. Search, want to find what you need in your brain that is comparable to some kind of 'computer'.

But no, no, not at all...

Nothing related to Shiina Mashiro.

"Remember what it's called a pet girl..."

This is the only memory that Jingu Yao has, but there is no relevant content to match it in his brain at all.

"It's like... I don't have any of the anime and manga that have appeared in this world. Because I'm in this world, I don't have any relevant memories?"

He didn't step forward immediately. This kind of big event, which seems to be subverting the world view, is more important than everything to the current Jingu Yao.

He looked around blankly.

"Is this the so-called two-dimensional world?"

No, not at all, those people are all alive, no different from the human beings in the world before they crossed, and they are not the same.

They are old, small, ugly, beautiful, thin, and fat. This is a complex, diverse, living world that exists here.

"This isn't a game, it's not a novel, it's not a comic, it's not an animation, it's a real world, whether it's two-dimensional or three-dimensional, for me living in this world, what's the difference? It wasn't often before. Are you clamoring to travel to the two-dimensional world? Look, this is not a success."

He smiled casually, stood up, and straightened his collar with his hand, "...It's better to know nothing, and it's fun to know nothing. In this world, I have a father, a sister, a fiancee, and a A good female netizen, with fans, serialized comics, and endless money that can be inherited, there is nothing to worry about, to be afraid of."

Holding the photo in his hand tightly, Jingu Yao held his head high and strode forward, crossing the road.

closer, closer, closer...

The girl sitting quietly on the stone steps, wearing a brand-new uniform, Jingu Yao has some memories, it seems to be the school uniform of the high school affiliated to Suimei University of the Arts in this district, light gold or light yellow, color The fine hair is like the sand of time flowing through the hand, the elegant light golden color, like the veil hanging down in the European castle.Her skin is very white, not like the fairness of an oriental person at all, but it is not an exaggeration to say that it is white jade with the transparent skin of a western woman.

According to a small part of her father's introduction, the girl went to live in the UK since she was a child, and today this can be regarded as returning home.

Her phoenix eyes are a little long and narrow, revealing a touch of maturity, quiet, peaceful, and pure eyes without a hint of firework, making Jingong Yao unable to say what color they are for a while.

Like ordinary light brown, and like the pink of falling cherry blossoms, she just sat there, and the world around her seemed to fall into a quiet pure white.

At that moment, Jingong Yao felt that he was standing on the towering and snowy Tianshan Mountains, quietly staring at the snow lotus by the Tianchi Lake.

The quiet porcelain doll is motionless, delicate and beautiful, so cute that it makes people mad, and can't help but want to hug her to protect her and pity her.

I can't blaspheme, I can't bear to blaspheme, it's like an icy river flowing through my heart, but at the same time, it also brings a crazy illusion to Jingu Yao - I want to play this girl carefully, and dye the pure white with my own color, Let her fall from heaven to earth.

Greedy eyes stared at her.

Shiina Mashiro slowly raised his head as if he had noticed something.

A gust of breeze blew, obviously it was the season when the cherry blossoms had already withered, but Jingu Yao seemed to see the cherry blossoms blooming again.

She stared at Jingu Yao quietly, her unsullied eyes seemed a little unfathomable, making Jingu Yao suddenly feel ashamed and ashamed for her previous thoughts, her eyes were calm and distant, making Jingu Yao feel a little ashamed. There was an illusion that she was looking at herself and not looking at herself.

This is not stained with the world's fireworks and dirty eyes, just like Leo Tolstoy's brush strokes, piercing all your disguises and exposing you naked and naked in front of her.

She stared at her, her heart beating a little faster.

"What color do you want to be?"

The voice is ethereal, like a cloud in the sky that cannot be captured.However, it was unusually pleasant.

"Hey?"