In the carriage of the Santian Line of the Metro, Shimizuki leaned against the wall in the corner, feeling the slight vibration coming from behind, and felt a little bored.

At first glance, I looked at the carriage full of office workers and couldn't find many people and things that could become the writing material. I stretched my neck and looked at the road map above the car door, and found that there was still a long distance to the destination. Qingshuichi simply closed his eyes and recalled what happened recently.

The procedures for the internship at the Kotanshe Society have been completed, and I went there a few times when there was no class, but unexpectedly I didn’t encounter any trouble and never met the head of the Shanzhong again.

Just think about it, after all, Kotanshe is a large enterprise with nearly 1,000 people and is completely unrelated. Without deliberately exploring, it is unlikely that it will "meet" a specific person in a short time.

In short, the beginning of the internship can be called calm.

However, when talking about the encounter, Shimizu Tetsu remembered the girl he met in a bookstore. He encountered it twice in Tokyo among tens of millions of people, which is more than ten thousand times more difficult than in Kotanshe, right?

Perhaps it was because of the unexpected income from the internship, or perhaps it was with some vague expectation that Shimizu Tetsu visited the barbecue restaurant that had nothing to do with "cheap" several times within the week after school started, but he never saw the girl again.

When I went there for the last time, I couldn't help but talk to the clerk and asked her about it, and unexpectedly I got the news that she had resigned. She seemed to have agreed to the manager from the beginning that she would only work here until the end of March.

After the clerk left, looking at the dishes on the table, Shimizu Tetsu suddenly felt a little heartbroken. He finally remembered that the rent for the next month had not been paid yet.

My thoughts gradually dissipated.

A little force came from the wall behind him. Shimizu Tsuki wanted to open his eyes to confirm the location of the train, but a shock with the smell of perfume hit him first. Then there was a sweet sound.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it~"

I was stunned for a few seconds before I realized that there was an extra girl in my arms, as if I accidentally fell over because the train suddenly slowed down.

She has slightly curly blonde hair on her head, her off-shoulder long skirt is bright and thin, and she wears a lot of cute accessories on her fingers and wrists. She is dressed in Harajuku style and looks like the famous recently きゃりーぱみゅぱタゅ (Peng Weiwei).

Not her.

I felt a little disappointed for no reason. I realized this idea, Shimizuki sneered: What I was expecting, no matter how I think, it is a matter of infinitely close to zero.

He showed nothing on the surface, but just set a distance from the person he had just bumped into and said lightly, "It's okay."

"Ah", the girl opposite started to make a fuss, opened her fingers and covered her mouth, "On your shirt..."

Qingshui Chou lowered his head and found a light red mark on his chest, which looked the same color as the one on her lips.

"Sorry, it's not intentional~", the girl's tone was a little more coquettish, "If it's convenient... can I leave my phone number, I will be responsible for cleaning~"

She elongated her tone, tilted her head and hung a sweet smile full of apology, and shook her cell phone full of various hangings, looking like she was ready.

Shimizu Choi smiled. Seeing his reaction, the sweetness on his face increased a little.

"Please let me know, I'm at the station."

“Hey?”

She hadn't reacted yet. Shimizu Tetsu was too lazy to say anything else, so she turned sideways and stepped onto the platform.

"Wait a moment…"

The train behind him slowly closed the door and separated her voice.

Shimizu Tetsu breathed a sigh of relief. He had encountered this routine more than once in Tokyo for about a year. Although he had mastered the correct way of dealing with it, he would always leave some trouble every time.

He lowered his head and carefully observed the traces on his shirt. Shimizu Tetsu felt a little headache again.

This time it was more troublesome than before, because it was not his own clothes. This white shirt that looked very valuable, and the more expensive suit on the outside, were all borrowed by Hasegawa Akira. Or rather, it was Hasegawa forcibly lent him.

According to Hasegawa, this can improve his success rate today. At least after Hasegawa heard about his purpose today, he said this not long after he brought this outfit to smash the door of his apartment.

Although it may be of some effect, now...

The laundry should be able to solve it? Kiyoshimizu sighed with her forehead, buckled her suit jacket, confirmed that there was no trace from outside, and then left the station and walked towards her destination today, Toho Hibiya Building.

Today he will send the first draft of the movie script, and the person in charge of Toho decided whether to choose it.

You can see the wavy glass exterior wall of Toho Building after leaving the subway station. You can squeeze into the elevator with a group of office workers in suits and come to the tenth floor where Toho Co., Ltd., Shimizu Tetsu sorted out his appearance in front of the mirror at the elevator entrance, and then walked to the front desk not far away.

The front desk lady who had originally looked over and looked back, also made her dignified posture, and confirmed with a much more than ordinary enthusiasm that he had made an appointment, she took him to an empty reception room, and then sent him diligently before leaving.

Not long after, with a few knocks on the door, the door of the reception room was pushed open from outside. A man in his thirties was not allowed to show his identity on his chest, and he was the person Shimizu Tetsu was looking for for this trip.

"Qingmizu Sang, Shinji Shinji, please take care of him for the first time when he meets you."

"Where is it, I want to ask Kirihara Sang to take care of him."

Although the other party showed a stance of humility, Kiyoshi Shimizu knew very well that he had the power to kill the script in his hand, and quickly stood up and returned the gift.

After a few more polite words, the two of them took their seats across the coffee table in the middle.

"Did Sang Qingshui bring the script today?"

"Take it", took out a stack of bound paper from the bag, Shimizu Tetsuki handed it over with both hands, "Please check it out."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Kirihara took the script and looked it through carefully. Looking at his actions, Kirimizu Tetsu felt a little nervous.

After all, as an amateur who has never been involved in screenwriter work, even if he found a few related books, he would ask a professor who was familiar with Waseda Literature Department and locked himself in an apartment and put in a lot of effort. But it is still hard to say that he has the confidence to be selected.

With a little nervousness, Shimizu Tetsu knocked his finger on his legs. He looked at Kirihara opposite again, and saw that he was obsessed with his eyes, gradually relaxed.

I've been here, no matter what emotions I feel, it's meaningless.

With such thoughts, the habit of obtaining materials emerged from the bottom of his heart, which made him unable to help but look at Shinji Kirihara.

He held the script and frowned. Although he was in his thirties, the wrinkles on his face were not shallow; the dark circles on his eyes could not be completely covered with cosmetics, and he obviously had a long experience of being reversed day and night. His figure looked quite thin, but after sitting down, the buttons of his abdomen shirt were tightened. Despite this, he was still energetic and capable.

It should be a long-term outdoor filming work, coupled with the inevitable frequent social engagements in this industry, which made it difficult for him to hide his haggard expression and distorted figure. However, being able to become the chief producer of the film in his early thirties may be the smooth support of his career that still retains his enthusiasm for active work.

Speaking of which, this is the first time I have come into contact with the film practitioner, and it has the value of recording it.

Thinking of this, Shimizuki subconsciously put his hand into the inner pocket of the suit to explore the notepad used to record various materials.

My fingertips had already touched the hard plastic cover of the notepad, and then I realized that it would be too rude to take materials in person in this situation.

As soon as he put his hand back, he found Kirihara looking up from the script and looking at him. His tone was filled with a hint of confusion: "Qimizu Sang, do you know Professor Takahashi from Waseda Literature Department?"

"What?"
Chapter completed!