I just want to be a regular writer

Jiliang Jiying is unknown, he only knows--

Asakura Teru looked up and stared in the air for a while.

Ah, let's experiment.

Yoshikage Kira hooked her mouth and looked at Terrible Asakura who was arguing with the artist who came to say hello.

"Yeah~ I'm just curious about what is in the studio!" Asakura Teru smiled and scratched the back of his head, his attention shifted quickly: "Sister, you look so good!"

——If you say too many similar things, you will always appear insincere.

Asakura Teru's praise is very official, and he did not forget to look at Azusa Sasaki while speaking.

A small, key-like bug flew in front of Asakura.

Asakura Teru subconsciously paused, staring at the bug and turning into opposite eyes-"Don't come, your mother!I will show it!'

At this time, Kira Yoshikage raised his foot and hooked the chair beside his foot.

The wooden chair fell over, and the corners of the chair slammed into Asakura's knees.

This is a conditioned reflex-Asakura's legs softened and fell in the direction of the bug.

Chapter 034 Ambition(3/4)

'When I get rich, I must buy chairs from all over the world, and then I set them on fire!'

When Asakura looked at the overturned chair from the corner of his eyes, he had only this thought in his mind.

Is this really the only idea?

of course not.

When Teru Asakura used to read the manga, he thought Shitin's commentary and Shitin's transformation were really ridiculous and unscientific, but now...

Asakura Teru thought a lot.

If you avoid it... there is a 99% chance that you will be cold-don't ask, it's because he is biased against Kira Yoshikage.

As for the remaining 1% survival rate... Maybe, maybe, probably, maybe... Kira Yoshikage will be merciful because he helped kill Aihara Matsu?

Stop dreaming!

Then... don't hide?

Asakura Teru swears to the sky that if he wants to get in touch with the bugs, he might as well accept his fate and ascend to heaven!

then--

The center of gravity that Asakura wanted to shift subconsciously was forcibly interrupted by himself, and fell to the ground in a very embarrassed posture.

"Ouch!..."

The young man cried and kicked the chair, and forcibly ignored the worms that had been crushed on his face, "Which mentally retarded mother of your mother put the chair here?"

"..."

Kira Yoshikage has a feeling that Asakura Teru is pointing at Sang Huai.

He reached out to Asakura Teru, with a smile and concern on his face: "Is it all right?"

"It's okay. It's okay, right?"

Asakura stood up with Kira Yoshikage's outstretched hand, and dusted his body.

Yoshikage Kira looked at the torn apart corpse on Asakura Teru's face, and raised her eyebrows slightly—the insects were much weaker than expected.

He still looked at Asakura Teru with just the right concern in his eyes.

If you can see it, you can't stand this kind of thing, right?

——This is also a kind of torture for Jiliang Jiying.

He now wants to take out his handkerchief and press Asakura's face to wipe off the bugs on his face. This feeling is almost like a blood scab that has formed into a lump but cannot be pierced. It is really... .It is irritating.

Here, "Kirayoshi Film and Television Line Interpretation Expert" Teru Asakura has something to say-leave the title alone. Asakura feels that there is no problem in claiming to be so.

he thinks...

'I was definitely suspected!'

He seemed to be able to see the word "guilty" in his reflection in Kirajiying's eyes.

Terrifying the desire to rush to the bathroom to wash his face, Teru Asakura dismissed the panicked young artist in front of him, and asked Azusa Sasaki: "How about sister Azusa? Do you have any acquaintances?"

Sasaki Azusa covered her mouth and laughed, and took out the handkerchief from her pocket: "Wait a minute..."

She raised her hand, gently wiped off the body of the insect with a handkerchief, and nodded in satisfaction: "That's it. Remember to wash your face later."

Jiliang Jiying immediately felt relieved.

Only at the same time, it is regrettable that the experiment is over here, and he did not get any new inspiration.

The flying insects are still hovering wantonly.

——In fact, the vast majority of these are still ordinary bugs.

Probably it is due to the suitable temperature of the studio for many years, and the cold outside has nothing to do with them.

Several spoiled little artists are frowning and complaining about the environment in the studio, raising their hands disgustingly to disperse mosquitoes.

And those little bugs that looked like keys also found their favorite objects.

They stay on people, as if they are judging something-if the answer is satisfactory to them, they will take root.If not, spread their wings and fly away.

A young graphic model and photographer who were staring at the computer to screen the film were recruited.

A new development——

The photographer is male.

In other words...their criteria for choosing a target is not gender, but something else.

"According to this situation, I am afraid that I will be taking photos in my life." The plane model could not foresee her future destiny, and curled her lips when she walked outside the studio: "I don't know if there is a shortcut.. ...."

"Ah... it would be better to say, please let the'shortcut' appear in front of me." The Mimori who held his hands in the plane model murmured like a prayer.

She passed behind Kiraji Ying and subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the three outsiders who did not belong here.