The little guy in the kennel celebrates his birthday, and directly shouts for a birthday gift or something, to be honest, a little envious, so he makes a request as a matter of course. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And we're old, aren't we? I can't say anything so bluntly about my needs anymore.

Of course, the above words are just our small complaints, the point is, happy birthday to the shadow and dance~

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The door of the teacher's office was suddenly pushed open, and a slender figure walked out of the door, she raised her head with a gloomy expression, looked at the snow-white ceiling at a 45° angle, and sighed heavily in a pretentious posture, "Why be so serious! ”

Inside the door, a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle clutched a piece of paper with an address written on it and a triumphant smile.

He nodded enthusiastically, even the top of his head was full of holiness and incomparably holy brilliance, "I must not allow a student like Chisato Wakai to exist in the class, if she is a dangerous peak in my educational career, then I must do my best to climb over it!" ”

Outside the door, the young master rolled his eyes to the sky, with obvious disdain in his eyes, and walked away with his forehead, "I'm so old, and I'm so hot-blooded, no wonder the hair on the top of my head is burned." ”

Cut, young master, I didn't fill in my home address before, because I didn't want to find Rin Wakai's head about the school. I didn't expect this product to come up with such a cheap trick, and I actually thought of deceiving my home address. Hum! I want to see how colorful his face will be when he walks into the door of AKS!

"The next class seems to be a Mediterranean class, right?" I reached out and pressed the stiff back of my neck, slowly swaying my neck from side to side, frowning slightly from tiredness, and turned my feet to the stairs leading to the rooftop.

As I dragged my heavy legs up the stairs step by step, a figure rushed out from behind me and hit me headbutt.

The two men who collided unguardedly rolled on the stairs in embarrassment. The young master with a rough fate was ruthlessly thrown down on the steps by the other party, and his chest slanted against the edges and corners of the steps, making a somewhat terrifying sound. The pain distorted my face and I could barely breathe. On the contrary, it was the girl who bumped into me, and luckily made me indignant, she used me as a meat pad, and lay on my back very steadily, gasping for air.

"Hello? Hurry up...... Get up! "I was like a crushed toad, lying there on my stomach, and my voice was out of tune in pain.

The girl behind me immediately got up and grabbed my arm in a panic, trying to pull me up from the ground.

Just as the young master and I were dying, as if I would lose my breath at will, I stood up with her support, and another boy came from behind us. His face flushed slightly, clenching the pink envelope in his hand, and dyeing a little dampness along his fingertips, "Ah...... Ahno, Hoshino-san ......"

The girl who hit me saw him catch up, and the rabbit shrank behind me, and his little hands grabbed the back of my coat. And it wasn't until this time that I noticed that the person who hit me was actually the Hoshino Dance with a lot of Yaga attributes.

I looked back at Hoshino, who was still gasping for breath and his forehead was covered with sweat. Turning back to look at the boy who was breathing steadily, but blushing slightly because of nervousness and shyness, he sighed secretly in his heart.

Hehe, is this the so-called sports waste? This girl turned out to be an onion, and the Baga attributes are endless, so you can never see the end, there are layers and depths!

Young Master, I pressed my aching chest, raised my eyebrows, and looked at the boy with an unkind expression, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"I ......" The boy became more flustered, and handed over the envelope in his hand tremblingly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, and said in a very small voice, "I just want to give the letter to Hoshino-san......"

Young Master, I unceremoniously reached out and snatched the letter, and waved my paw at him impatiently, "The letter, I will give it to her, you can go!" ”

The boy looked at me suspiciously, stood there with a hesitant expression, and after a threatening glare from me, he turned away in frustration.

I turned around and put the letter in Hoshino Mai's hand, looking her up and down with black lines on my face, "He's just here to confess, why are you so scared?" And, don't you know how to run to the classroom? As soon as there were more people, he must not have the courage to continue. ”

"I'm ......" Mai Hoshino lowered her head, her voice still visibly panting, "I'm going back to the classroom......"

Hehe! Forget that this girl is still a road idiot! However, the surname Hoshino, you've been in school for so many days, and now you're still getting lost in the teaching building, isn't it too exaggerated?! Bring a compass next time you go out! Grave light!

"Let's go! I'll send you back. I sighed silently, trying to keep my face paralyzed, and pulled her to the door of the classroom. So, let's go inside! ”

Hoshino Mai lifted her little face, which was also paralyzed, and innocent doubts flashed in her eyes, "Aren't you going in?" ”

"No, I have something to do in a while, and I'm about to skip class." Young Master, I waved at her casually, turned around and walked in the direction of the stairs.

"You come back to me!" I suddenly heard a roar of thunder behind me, and the Mediterranean Sea poked its head out of the classroom like a fire burning its ass.

Young Master, I was startled, looked back at his obviously cerebral congested face, and then rushed out like a fire burning his ass.

In the arranged studio, the large square illuminator reflects the studio as if it were day, adding a bit of warmth and a little oppressive restlessness.

The man wearing only a pair of large colored pants, with a beard that completely covered his facial features, lowered his head and fiddled with the camera with a huge lens, and then frowned impatiently, and kicked down the folding chair next to him, "Damn! What about models? Where's the next model? ”

"Right...... I'm sorry! Master Fujita," the man in the suit standing straight beside him was half a cut shorter in an instant, and his body like a hemp rod trembled like a leaf in the wind, "It's an oversight under the order, the appointment time for the next model hasn't arrived yet, and I didn't expect the last model to be so soon......"

"I was scolded by you." The person sitting behind the background wall leaned her head against the corner of the wall, and because of the light source, she could only see her faint petite figure. The man poured a mouthful of water into his mouth, calmly put down the water bottle in his hand, and added in a very natural whisper in a well-behaved and sweet voice.

"Little bastard! What did you say? The bearded man seemed to have heard it, and his eyes, which were hidden under the messy hair, turned into two brass bells, and swept them viciously.

"Tell you the truth," the man in the shadows tilted his head, and a brilliant aqua blue flashed in the light. "Master."

At this time, a boy wearing gold-wire glasses, pulling a man in a black windbreaker, walked quickly towards the few people who had just spoken. "Hurry up! Wakai-san, why don't you know you're in a hurry! ”

The man being dragged away was wearing a baseball cap, a trench coat with an open arms, and a plain black shirt underneath. The first button on the shirt was wide open, revealing a small patch of skin that had been blown reddish by the cold wind. Under the straight-leg jeans of the same color without the slightest decoration, she wears a pair of black and blue striped cloth shoes, and this blue is also the only color on her body.

"What's there to worry about?" She yawned lazily, tugging at the baseball cap that covered half of her face, her staggering steps did not speed up at all, and her voice revealed obvious nonchalance, "Didn't you arrive an hour early?"

"Wait! Could that person be the next model? The bearded man with the camera turned his head, looked at the man in black who entered the door with disdain, grabbed the man in the suit by the collar with his hand, and pulled him up while he was still bowing, "Damn, is your magazine despising me?" Looking for this kind of guy who looks like a man, as a model for this issue of Mizuki (swimsuit)?! I want a sexy girl, not a pseudo-girl! ”

"Right...... I'm sorry! The man in the suit trembled even more, and there was even a slight cry in his voice. I...... That one...... No...... Be...... Youthful, this time the theme is green ...... The green body ......"

"Watery? Ha?! Who lent you the guts to dare to give me this kind of work? The man in black turned his head to look at the boy in glasses, hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat, and his bottomless pupils erupted with a real rage. It's just that the pale pink lips are pursed, the corners of the mouth are slightly provoked, and the suppressed and low voice bursts out from between the clenched teeth, "If you are tired of living, I can send you to reincarnation for free!" ”

The glasses boy's neck shrunk, and his voice was almost inaudible, "That, though it's only an in...... inside the page, but this miscellaneous ...... Magazines for ...... Give a lot of pay, you ...... You're not saying you're short of money......"

"Fart! Can this also be considered green? The bearded man pulled the man in the suit to look over there, and the hand pointing at the man in black trembled slightly, and his beard was curled up in anger. He threw the man in the suit to the side, kicked the poor folding chair again, took off the camera around his neck and set it aside, shook his hand, and turned away without looking back. "Don't shoot anymore! I don't shoot anymore! ”

"How's that going to work? The man in the suit was stupid, and his expression looked like he was about to cry. "Fuji ...... Mr. Fujita......"

"Shet! Could it be that in your outlook on life, lack of money is the same as selling meat? The man in black grabbed the bespectacled boy's face with both hands, rubbing and pulling viciously, "Quickly settle the matter for me!" Otherwise, you'll put yourself in the water and take a picture! ”

Seeing that the bearded man really walked out of the studio and slammed the door hard, the man in the suit hurriedly turned his poor little face to the background wall. "Long Xingsang, this, what can I do about this? Mr. Fujita has signed an appointment with my magazine! ”

"Don't worry," an unhurried voice came from behind the background wall, and the man stood up slowly, slapped the dust a few times unhurriedly, and then stepped out of the shadows.

Sufficient lighting illuminates her petite and graceful body, waist-length water-blue curls, slightly undulating with the rhythm of walking, and a well-behaved and sweet smile is revealed on her beautiful face like a French doll, although she is only wearing simple casual clothes, but it cannot hide her noble temperament at all.

She walked lightly under her feet, and soon walked to the side of the man in black, and then without warning, she stretched out her hand, tore off the hat of the man in black, and in her big flickering eyes, shot a harsh and serious pupil, and seriously looked at the delicate but excessively pale face exposed to the light.

The man in black turned his head suddenly, a flash of coldness flashed in his dark pupils, and then he lowered his eyes to retract it. She raised her hand and smoothed down her short hair, which had been messy from being grabbed from her hat, and asked in a strangely calm voice, "Excuse me, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

The blue-haired girl surnamed Long Xing didn't answer, but hooked her lips and smiled with interest, stared at her for a long time, threw her hat on the man in the suit, ignored the question of the man in black, and turned around and walked to the set up.

She picked up the camera that Fujita put aside, changed the lens and focused on debugging, and casually commanded, "Ueda-san, I took over the work this time." However, this girl is really not suitable for photographing, please take her to the dressing room and try it on in a No. 35 outfit. ”

The man in black who turned around and was about to leave raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and stopped the steps he was about to take.

"But ......"

"Don't worry," before the man in the suit, Ueda, could say anything, the blue-haired girl suddenly smiled back, "After the photo comes out, you can sign the name of my master, Fujita Sayoshi, and I guarantee that he will not have any opinions." ”

"But ......"

"As for the effect of the shooting, I think your editor-in-chief will be very satisfied!" Long Xingying fixed the camera on the tripod, "The charm of this girl does not lie in the water. ”

"Uh...... All right! The man in the suit hesitated slightly, and then immediately sighed and recognized.

He walked up to the man in black dejectedly, and stretched out his arms to make a gesture to guide the way, "The contemptible person is Ueda of the magazine agency, the current photographer is called Long Xingying, the only disciple of the photography master Fujita Sayoshi, the dressing room is over there, please come with me!" ”

"Chisato Shimowakai," the man in black glanced at the blue-haired girl, turned around and saluted respectfully to the man in the suit, and then ignored the boy with glasses next to him, and walked in the direction pointed by the man in the suit, "I'm sorry, Ueda-san, please take care of me!" (The novel "Why is it so difficult to eat in Japanese entertainment" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "dd" and follow, hurry up! )