How to Develop the King of Anime

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Mashiro, who was wearing a dark red dress, stood in the middle, receiving the admiration of people and the flashing lights in the hands of reporters. It was completely different from the sailor suits I saw today. It lost some of the vigor and childishness of this age, and it was more graceful and elegant. extravagance.

However, her face was still calm without any ups and downs, her hands were folded in front of her, and she stood there quietly, like a beautiful Venus statue.

"It should be opposed by many people..."

Jingu Yao murmured.

If the star of hope in the future art world is 'degenerate' to draw comics, it must be hindered by many people, right?

I don't know how powerful Shinshiro's psychology is. Under this kind of pressure, he can resolutely leave the UK and come to Japan, just for the purpose of drawing manga.

"It's...a pitiful girl."

With a slight sigh, Jingu Yao turned off the bedside lamp.

Unlike the irregular life before the time-travel, Jingong Yao is used to going to bed early and getting up early. A good body is the capital of the revolution!

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The next day, before dawn, Jingu Yao had already opened his eyes, yawned and forced himself to get up from the soft bed, walked through the corridor wearing slippers, and looked at the various oil paintings with strong artistic atmosphere in the corridor with satisfaction. , suddenly there is an illusion that he has changed from a layman to an elegant man.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Shh, don't call JOJO! Shiro probably hasn't woken up yet, she just came from England and needs a good rest!"

Patting JOJO's dog head, Jingu Yao raised a finger and whispered to his mouth.

The Labrador dog seemed to be able to understand people's words, so he closed his mouth and just wagged his tail beside Jingu Yao.

Walking to the first floor, he added food for the day to its rice bowl and water basin. Jingu Yao rubbed his messy hair and swayed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. After completing these basic preparations, he went directly Putting on the special running clothes and running shoes, I opened the door and ran out.

Morning jogging has become a habit of Jingu Yao.

There were a few extra rays of light on the eastern horizon, but it would take some time for the sun to rise. The streets of Nerima, Tokyo, were still a little dark, and there were few pedestrians except those who needed to get up early to clean up.

Jogging along the route that has been running, inhaling and exhaling and taking deep breaths, Jingu Yao stared ahead, his waist was straight, and his steps were firm and powerful, like a working machine.

After running for a while, an electronic watch on his hand made a beeping sound. He raised his wrist and saw that it had been exactly half an hour since he started running.

Running is not the longer the better. If it is only used as a means of exercising, half an hour is a very good time.

From jogging to walking slowly, his body was sweating, Jingu adjusted his breathing and walked towards the house. When passing a path beside a garden, his footsteps paused.

There, a girl with a hat was picking up the trash.

Chapter [-] The most glorious labor

Jingu Yao stopped walking slowly and quietly watched the girl's work.

This was not the first day that he saw this girl. From the first time he chose this road to run, he could see the girl in this place every day at this time.

Should I say that I and this girl have a lot of time planning, even accurate to the minute?

She was wearing a staff uniform, which was a bit big, and the girl looked bloated. She wore a peaked cap on her head, and hands with rubber gloves. She was sorting the garbage in the garbage bin and then tying the straps.

Her figure is a little petite, even a little shorter than Mashiro, and I don't know why, the height of Japanese women is always this petite.

Jingu Yao just watched the girl's efforts quietly.

In the past, he would just casually glance here and walk away slowly, but today, for some reason, he suddenly stopped.

When all the garbage was sorted, the girl was struggling to carry the bag, ready to put it in the garbage storage area aside, waiting for the truck carrying the garbage to pull it away.

Jingu Yao approached the girl step by step, maybe she was concentrating on her work, she didn't notice anyone behind her at all.

"It's really hard, do you need help?"

He stopped when he was still two steps away from the girl. As a stranger, getting too close to the other party would make people wary.

"Hey hey hey??"

The girl was startled when she saw it. She hurriedly threw the things in her hands on the ground, and jumped like a rabbit. She also turned around and shook her rubber gloved hands.

"No, no need! Thank you very much!"

I didn't even see the appearance of Jingu Yao, the girl just refused in a panic, maybe she was too frightened, and her voice and tone changed.

"Well? Kansai people?"

Hearing the girl's voice, it was as if he heard dialects in the Celestial Dynasty, Jingu Yao asked in surprise.

"Yes, yes! I'm from Osaka!"

The girl was a little nervous, and her tone suddenly changed very strangely, like a Kansai accent or a Kanto accent.

At this time, Jingu Yao was the first time he saw the girl's face.

Very beautiful, but not the type that is particularly stunning, but if you look closely, you will find that the girl looks more and more flavorful, her white face is flushed, and her blood is surging because of nervousness.

"Sorry, sorry, did I scare you?"

Jingu Yao quickly shook her hand and said very politely.

"No, no, I'm too nervous."

The girl took a deep breath, her tone calmed down, and the Kansai accent disappeared.