I'm sorry, because of private matters at home, I had to stop for two weeks, I hope I didn't let the big man who read the text run away too much, laugh~

Recently, it has been a very painful stage for us, and now the two circles of green panda eyes are so clear that we can't look at ourselves, and we can't lift our spirits at all every day, and we have insomnia, but we don't want to get up from bed, and we are so decadent that we seem to be rotten. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

ps: Thank you Zheng Jiao, Wuwuwu, and knight7 for their tips~

Well, that's the end of the nonsense, the following text~

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With the cold night breeze, the white gauze curtains were blown, and they sneaked into the room where only the wall lamps were lit. The short-haired girl in a white cotton nightdress sat cross-legged in the center of the couch, her delicate face slightly sideways, her small hands pinching the corners of the skirt on both sides, and gently and slowly pulling it up. At this moment, the door of the room was pulled open from the outside, and a slender figure appeared in the doorway.

"What are you doing?" The slender figure let out a loud shout, put down the box in his hand, hurriedly walked to the window, closed the window tightly, and closed the thick curtain inside, then turned on the bright indoor light, and turned back to look at the short-haired girl with a dark face, "Qianli, don't you know what month it is?" Do you want to get sick? ”

"Sister, didn't you say you wanted to examine the wound?" Young master, I raised my head innocently, and my long eyelashes flashed cutely, "How do you look if you don't take off your clothes?" ”

"Don't make a fuss." Rin Wakai retrieved the medicine box placed by the door, sat on my side, and poked my forehead viciously, "Say! How did you get this injury? ”

"Scraped on the nail," young master, I deliberately fell backwards, and then bounced back like a tumbler, squinting my eyes and smiling sweetly, "Now, sister, my uniform shirt is also scratched, can you buy me another one?" ”

The surname is white, but it's just a performance, you work so hard for Mao, hey? You didn't dare to go home for a few days, thinking that you would wait for the wound to heal, and then it would be completely exposed! By the way, what is Rin Wakai's eyesight? Why is it that young master, I was still seen wearing a coat!

Rin Wakai pulled up my nightgown and frowned at the wound on my side, her grip on the medicine box tightened, her fingertips whitening with exertion. She took a deep breath and glared at me angrily, "Is this a nail scrape?" ”

Young Master, I looked down, because I had been wrapped in plastic tape, and the flesh covered some white wounds, and replied firmly, "That's right! ”

I still don't believe it, young master, but it's just a mouth, and it's rotten like this, if it can still be seen that it's a knife wound, then you must be the reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes!

"No dance studios tomorrow, no, no! Teacher Xia and the school will go to ask for leave, you give me peace of mind to stay at home and rest, and don't go out until the wound is healed! Rin Wakai lowered her head and approached my moon point, and although her tone was as hard as a stone, the movements of her hands were extremely gentle.

"No way!" I looked down at her softly lined side face, and I was a little distracted for a while, "There is still a scene to be filmed tomorrow, so I can't be absent." ”

This product seems to be so gentle, just like Azusa, isn't it all the sisters in this world who are so ...... Phew, the surname is white, what do you want? This is Chisato Wakai's sister, and it's not yours, what's the matter with you!

Rin Wakai didn't speak for a long time, until he bandaged my wound, then he raised his head and sat up straight, staring at me without blinking, "Okay! But I want you to promise me, absolutely, never, let the wound open again! ”

"No! Acting is not a physical job, so my sister can rest assured. ”

"It's better, or I'll see if I spare you! So, where is the place of work? ”

"Secret!"

"You still dare to keep it secret from your sister, it seems that you are really not well-behaved, look at my awesomeness!"

"Hahaha...... It's so uncomfortable, don't scratch my itch! Sister, I was wrong, spare me......"

At the Western Arrow Training Ground under the rising sun, the staff in charge of props and photography, under the command of assistant director Takeshi Narita, placed the cameras, reflectors, and other equipment in the appropriate positions one by one. The extras, who had already changed their costumes, sat on the prop chairs in the pergola, looking at the scenery not far away, and chatting casually with the people around them.

At this time, the door of the temporary dressing room opened not far from the training ground, and Masaharu Fukuyama, who was wearing a straight suit, took the lead in getting out of the car while dusting off his clothes. Behind him was Shibasaki Yuki, who was wearing a half-length black trench coat, her long black hair was softly draped over her back, and her lips were pursed with a serious face. Behind them stepped out of the car door a young man and woman, with a slightly nervous look on their faces, their heads leaning in and whispering something about something.

And just after they had gone a long way, a short-haired girl in a sailor's suit shook from the still open door, her head slightly lowered, her sleepy eyes only a small slit, so white that she looked pale on her face, wrote a big word "sleepy", and walked crookedly, as if she would fall to the ground at any moment.

"Chisato Kosato, you forgot your wig again!" With this call of dissipation, the man, dressed like a palette, twisted his slender water snake waist and stepped out of the car with a model step. "Really, always so careless!"

"Yes." I let out a meaningless single sound, yawned without figuration, raised my hand and rubbed my heavy eyelids, and stood still with my eyes closed.

Makeup artist Mars walked up to me with a swaying posture, helped me put on the wig in my hand, and carefully arranged it with her orchid fingers for a long time. He took a step back and looked at it for a while, before he showed a satisfied smile, "OK, put it on!" Xiao Qianli, you can't be so sloppy next time, be careful of being scolded by the director! ”

Ya, it's really uncomfortable to strangle your scalp, you have to have long hair for the role of Mao? Is short hair so unpopular these days?

"Don't touch it!" I just raised my claws that were about to scratch the itch, and Mars grabbed my hand, and he gave me a charming look, "People have finally helped you get it, dare to destroy my masterpiece, the old lady will fight with you!" ”

The old lady is hairy? What kind of trouble is it that you claim to be doing with the Red Tiger? Next time, I will take you to the dumpling shop to see if you two hormonally deranged guys will have a chemical reaction after colliding, if it is balanced, it will be regarded as a merit of this young master.

The thing clung to my claws, not only did it not let go for a long time, "But ah, your skin is really good......"

Young Master, I instantly got goosebumps, quickly withdrew my hand, and the whole person was in good spirits. After glaring at this thing vigilantly, he threatenedly bared the little white teeth, "If you dare to do anything to me again, young master, I will shave your head!" ”

"???" Mars's paws clenched his mouth, his eyes widened, and he looked at Young Master Ben with a shocked expression.

Sister, young master, am I so terrible? Isn't this a bit overreacting?

"Kakuyi!" was reflecting on his young master, when he suddenly heard a scream from this thing, and then the whole person pounced, "Little Qianli Kakuyi!" I like you the most! ”

Shet! Sure enough, you shouldn't use the thinking circuit of a normal person to speculate on the reaction of this thing! "Let go of me! The director is already shouting ready! ”

"It's annoying!" Mars, who was pushed away by the young master, pouted his red lips, glanced at me sadly, and stomped his three-inch golden lotus hard, "There is no camera of you in this scene, what are you anxious about!" ”

"Are you a little aggressive? Of course, you need to study more at this time! "Young master, I straightened up my coffin face, threw down this sentence with righteous words, raised my head high, and walked past him with great momentum.

Chale, finally get rid of this thing, Ya is really not an ordinary soldier, it seems that I really have to be careful in the future, young master......

"Okay, it's over." Hiroshi Nishitani took his eyes off the monitor, smiled at the actors who were still standing in place, and swept his gaze over all the staff, "Everyone, you've worked hard, take a break for a while, you can start eating soon, and the rest of the shots will be arranged in the afternoon." ”

"Good work!" Everyone respectfully replied to him, and then they looked for a place to rest.

Having had enough of the wig, I pulled it off my head, carried it into the shadow of the pergola, threw it on the stand of the camera, and ran to the table with the bow and arrow, and tore one of the chairs and sat down.

Masaharu Fukuyama pulled back the chair next to me and sat down elegantly, with a charming smile on the corner of his mouth, and he asked after unbuttoning his blazer and dusting the placket a few more times. "Do you think there's anything different about the same line than when you auditioned?"

"What's the difference?" Young master, I took my eyes back from the bow and arrows, leaned back on the back of the chair with a soft body, leaned on the armrest with my left elbow, slightly clenched my fist and cheek to look at the roof of the shed, and said casually after thinking about it, "I can't say it, but I feel more open, whether it is the lines or the movements, it is a little more infectious." Well, that's about that. ”

Masaharu Fukuyama nodded approvingly, and was about to say something more, when Shibasaki Yuki came over with two cups of steaming water, one of which she respectfully put on the table in front of Masaharu Fukuyama, "Fukuyama-san, let's drink some water first!" ”

"Ah, Shibasaki-san," Masaharu Fukuyama smiled intimately and politely got up to help her pull out the chair. "Why don't you sit down for a while?"

Shibasaki Yuki put another glass of water in front of me, pulled the corner of his lower lip in a friendly manner, and then thanked Masaharu Fukuyama, sat on the other side of Masaharu Fukuyama, turned around and took the paper cup handed by his assistant, and took a tentative sip.

"Thank you!" Looking at the suddenly extra paper cups in front of me, the young master couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then took out a lollipop from his pocket and handed it to her very naturally, "Na, this is a return gift!" ”

The surname is white, isn't your goldfish guy's movements too natural, hey? The set that treats little Lori, and uses it on an adult royal sister, it won't work! Grave light!

Shibasaki, who had always looked very serious, laughed, and her face, which melted in an instant, was extremely dazzling. She took the lollipop and shook it, and then solemnly put it in her pocket, "Then I'll take it, Ah Riga Duo~"

"You're welcome," the young master gave her a sweet smile in return, and then ignored her response, and lowered his head to study the bow and arrow placed on the table.

"It's only been a temporary study for a few days, but do you need me to teach you how to use it?" Masaharu Fukuyama picked up the finger guard for archery next to him and handed it to me for a gesture.

"Great!" I jumped up from my chair and happily took my finger guard and put it on, "Excuse me, Fukuyama-san." ”

Masaharu Fukuyama nodded restrainedly, picked up the Western bow and arrow on the table, and handed it to me, "The competitive Western bow and arrow are mainly divided into two types: compound bow and recurve bow. The one you have in your hand is a recurve bow, it is lighter than a compound bow, easy to carry, and requires less strength, but at the same time, it requires more skill, for novices, the accuracy is not as good as a compound bow, I personally think it is more difficult to get started, but unfortunately today's props only have a recurve bow, so it is ......"

Speaking of this, he shrugged his shoulders lightly and taught him hand in hand, "At present, this bow and arrow, the bow body is cast in magnesium and aluminum alloy, and the arrow body is the most ordinary glass fiber, take it, grasp it here with your left hand, and then the arrow is here, yes, slowly pull the bowstring to the full bow, remember, the arm must be steady, the recurve bow through artificial force, constantly increase the symmetry of the bow, the more full the bow opens, the greater the strength of the straight line symmetry, but at the same time, the effective and consistent control ability is relatively weakened, which is where its difficulty lies, Okay, little one, now aim for ......"