Collapsing World: I have become the main body of idiot Na!

Seeing his appearance, Cecilia, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but speak.

"Pfft, although I really want to complain about falling asleep on the toilet." The blue-haired girl Einstein said with a smile: "But it's finally done, let him indulge a little bit."

"That's right, when will you not indulge yourself at this time?" Tesla raised his glass and shouted: "Cheers!!!"

"Oh!!"

Her words made the atmosphere on the wine table even hotter, and even if the drink in the quilt was not wine, she would still feel a little bit drunk in the warm atmosphere.

Finally, Teresa, who had finished drinking the bitter gourd juice, put the cup on the table vigorously, stood up and said loudly:

"Ahhh, screenwriter, come out to me, I have tolerated you for a long time!"

"Yes, come out quickly!" Siegfried, whose face was flushed drunk, echoed, "At least three cups of self-punishment are needed to relieve the hatred in my heart."

Under the mobilization of the two of them, everyone couldn't help turning their eyes to the corner of the wine table.

There, a certain figure who had not spoken was slightly startled, it lowered its head coyly and grabbed the hem of its clothes, and said in a mosquito voice:

"I...I don't know how to drink..."

"It's okay, any drink is fine, as long as you can clink glasses with us."

"That's right, I can share my bitter gourd juice with you." Theresa took out a big kettle and shook it.

Obviously, bitter gourd juice, a cult drink, does not appear on restaurant menus, and Teresa always brings her own.

However, she didn't seem to have thought that bitter melon juice is not acceptable to everyone.

Seeing the terrifying dark green liquid, the screenwriter's face turned pale, and he shrank even more.

"me..."

"Sister Teresa, don't be like this, Mr. Cucumber is not good at dealing with this kind of scene."

Qiyana got up to stand in front of the screenwriter, frowned and said, "It's really embarrassing for you to do this. If you have to come, I'll replace it."

"Well..."

Teresa pouted slightly, and said aggrievedly, "Got it."

"It's okay, Kiyana. Always try everything."

The screenwriter reached out and poured a small glass of wine into his glass, and stood up to greet all the actors on the wine table.

"The first part is finally finished today. Thank you for your hard work. There are many problems with my script, and I would like to sincerely apologize to everyone here."

After the words fell, it raised its head, held its breath and drank the wine into its stomach in one gulp.

"Cough cough."

As if a knife had been stuck in his throat, the screenwriter's face suddenly turned red.

"Everyone, please continue!"

After speaking, it sat back in its original position.Therefore, the atmosphere of this dinner party continued to be hot.

"Speaking of which, Kiyana and I have very little time to play together on this set." Mei said with some regret.

"Zi Liu—it's okay, anyway, on a certain set, you are basically with Alicia behind you."

The white-haired and blue-eyed man rubbed his face, and said calmly: "And in the final analysis, our two partners have a lot of time. Ziliu—even in the next script, you and Qi Yana's co-star also has more roles than me."

"Kevin, I thought that liking noodles was just your second idea, but I didn't expect you to really like it so much..."

"Zi Liu—it's not a bad habit to like noodles, is it?"

Kevin took a sip of the soup and said lightly: "At least I think it's really a problem if I like to say 'cool~' compared to eating noodles."

"Oh yes, and that kind."

He pointed to the other side with his chopsticks, Mei followed his gaze, and there was some noise at the other end of the dining table.

"Okay, I'll perform a sit-up for Big Fire!"

Yang with a flushed face lay down on the open space, really about to start doing sit-ups.

"Wait, wait, Teacher Yang, you drank too much!!"

"Hey, don't stop me, I'm Walter Young! Sit-ups are my best talent, I have to show you guys!"

Several other people hurried forward to stop him, trying to make him give up.

"Zi Liu--"

Kevin took a mouthful of noodles and said, "Now, how do you like noodles?"

"Uh, now I think eating noodles is indeed a very good hobby."

Screenwriter Cucumber is sitting in the corner, its head is dizzy from drinking, and the world in front of it seems to be spinning.

However, there was still a smile on the corner of its mouth.

Although it can't blend in, even just looking at such a lively scene, it feels happy from the bottom of its heart.

Beside it, Kiyana did not join the lively table.

She propped her face with one hand, and stared sideways at the screenwriter who was blushing and silly, her azure blue pupils shone thoughtfully.

Extra episode ([-]) Goodbye, then, hello

"Crash..."

Cool water was poured on his face, cooling down his hot face from the alcohol.

It really doesn't know how to drink, even if it's just a little, it's enough to make its whole body dizzy.

Now that I have washed my face with cold water, I feel a little more sober, at least the world in my vision is no longer spinning like before.

The screenwriter walked out of the bathroom to the corridor, shaking his head, trying to clear himself up a bit.

However, it doesn't matter if it doesn't shake, the already vain legs suddenly go limp as if their bones have been pulled out.

"Eh... eh!!"

Just when the screenwriter stumbled, a pair of white hands stretched out from the side, pulling it back from the edge of falling.

"Huh...huh..."

The screenwriter, who was still in shock, let out a long breath of relief, and found himself in a warm and soft embrace after a while.

It turned its head and saw the familiar pretty face, and quickly said:

"Ah, Kiyana, thank you. Also at the dinner table just now."

"Hey, Teacher Cucumber, after working together for so long, you still haven't changed at all."

Kiyana let go of her hand, and said helplessly, "It's still so easy to fall, you are so weak, anyone who sees you really wants to bully you."

"Excuse me......"

"Wait, why are you apologizing?"

"Uh, I don't know either."

"..."

Qiyana was a little speechless, she didn't expect that the screenwriter in front of her could be so weak, neither in body nor in personality, did she look like an adult.

"never mind."

The silver-haired girl tilted her head slightly, and said flatly: "Everyone has eaten enough, let's go back too."

"Okay." The screenwriter nodded slightly, and followed Qiyana back to the private room.

And when they came back, everyone had packed up and prepared to leave.

"Zi Liu - goodbye."

"Ah, I can still drink, don't stop me..."

"Sister Jizi, calm down a bit. Let's send her back first. See you later."

"I'm still very satisfied with the fact that the second point about the green hat was not repeatedly flogged on this set... Ah, Mr. Cucumber, goodbye by fate."

"Mr. Cucumber, I hope your next script will not be as sad as this one. See you soon~"

"Goodbye everyone ヾ(￣▽￣)"

The screenwriter said goodbye to everyone with a smile, and finally returned to his seat and picked up his bag and hung it on his shoulder.

Looking back, Qiyana was holding the bag in her backhand, with her other hand in her coat pocket, she pouted her chin towards it.

"I'll take you back."

Her silver hair fluttered slightly, her pretty face was slightly cold, and the azure blue pupils shone with light.

she is so handsome.

This scene made the screenwriter's blood that had subsided surge up again. It lowered its head subconsciously and said in a low voice:

"Aren't you going back with Mei and the others?"

"Aren't they going to send Jizi off first? I'll send you off." Kiyana sighed, "Otherwise, looking at you, maybe tomorrow we will be summoned for the disappearance case."

"......It will not."

......

......

The night is getting darker, maybe in some places the night is the beginning of life, but in most people's work and rest, it's time to rest,

The street lights were dim, but the girl's silver hair was so bright that it was a bit dazzling.

Although he resisted a little after hearing the reason, the screenwriter agreed to ride in Kiana's car.

motorcycle.

"Why motorcycles..."

"Huh? Is there something wrong with the motorcycle?"

Sitting in the driver's seat, Qiyana skillfully put on the motorcycle hat with one hand, while throwing the other one into the screenwriter's hand.

"I took the motorcycle racing license exam with Bronya, don't underestimate me."

"Race, racing license?"

"Don't worry, I will drive slowly, and I will definitely not take you in a fast car."

Kiyana patted the back seat, a beautiful smile appeared on her pretty face.

"That's good."

The screenwriter put on his motorcycle hat, stepped on the back seat and adjusted his posture.

"Ok?"

"All right."

"Then hold on tight."

"Okay... huh? - yah!!!"

The sudden acceleration caught the screenwriter off guard, and it subconsciously stretched forward to hug the soft slender waist in front of it, and put its face on the girl's back to resist the oncoming gust of wind.

"You can't do this! It's already speeding!"

With tears in the corners of the screenwriter's eyes, he closed his eyes and shouted.

"Really? Can you take a look again?"

A girl's silver bell-like laughter came from the front, and the screenwriter raised his head timidly, only to realize that Qiyana was only pulling full speed at the start.

But now, the motorcycle was already driving on the night road at a very gentle speed.

"Hahahaha, how do you feel? Are you sober?"

"Well, it's true that you are awake. But you are wrong!" the screenwriter protested.

"Don't worry so much." Kiyana said with a smile: "How about it, sitting on a motorcycle and blowing the night breeze, isn't it comfortable?"

"....Um."

The cool night wind blows slowly, like a pair of cool hands gently caressing its cheeks.