At noon in April, it was already a little muggy.

In the apartment, which is a ten-minute walk from Nakano Station, Toru Shimizu put the unopened sofa by the wall and carefully put it down, feeling that his arms are finally a lot easier.

On the other side, Akira Hasegawa, who came to help with the move, also hurriedly straightened up and complained that it did not match his strong body.

"So why live in this kind of place? It's so far from the station that there is not even an elevator. ”

"A house with a living room, and it's only 100,000 yen a month. It's not as good as your apartment in Shinjuku, but it's pretty good. ”

Hasegawa paced, looking inside and out, "That being said, Shimizu could have lived in that kind of place, as long as you didn't refuse the living expenses offered by your family." ”

Seriously considering the location of the sofa and TV, Qing Shui didn't lift his head at all, "But it's easier to spend the money you earn." ”

"Perhaps," the small room didn't keep Hasegawa's interest lasting a few more seconds, "what else is there to move?" ”

Looking around, Qing Shui Toru took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, "Let's eat first, I'll have a treat, and I'll talk about the rest when I come back." ”

"Oh?" Hasegawa seemed to be interested, and smiled maliciously, "Then you'd better bring enough cash." ”

"Don't worry, if that happens, I'll tell the store to keep you washing the dishes."

…

There are only a few shops in the residential area, and the only place you can go is around Nakano Station.

In the box of a barbecue restaurant on the street, Shimizu was thinking about the new book with tea, but Hasegawa on the opposite side suddenly spoke.

"Speaking of, how do writers earn? I guess that's pretty good. ”

"Yes refers to best-selling authors like Jun Ikei and Shion Miura. For a newcomer like me, the print run is 35,000 copies, and the royalty is only 500,000 or 600,000 yen. ”

"So you're now..."

"Well, after paying tuition and rent, there is basically nothing left now. So I'm going to work hard next..."

Toru Shimizu picked up the teacup again, not noticing Hasegawa's thoughtful look as he touched his chin.

"Speaking of which, there was a chance to try Shimizu recently, would you like to try it?"

"What kind?"

"Do you know about the Toho Cinderella selection some time ago?"

Toru Shimizu nodded silently.

For the Japanese, even if they haven't heard of this audition, they should at least have heard of the names of Toho and Masami Nagasawa. The former is the organizer of the selection and is also the largest film company in Japan. The latter is a national actress born in "Toho Cinderella".

With the combination of the two, for girls and their parents who want to enter the entertainment industry, winning this selection is tantamount to holding half a ticket to fame.

"Toho is currently planning to make a short film for the winners, Moe Kami-Shiraishi, Moe Ueshiraishi, Ryo Ogawa, and Minami Hamabe, with a small unit each, so four scripts are required."

Akira Hasegawa took a sip of water and continued: "It's equivalent to honing their acting skills." So I don't want to use any famous screenwriters over there, and I'm going to find cheap newcomers. However, after all, it's Toho, so there's always 200,000 yen per script. How about it, would you like to try it? ”

It did sound good, but Toru Shimizu shook his head with a smile.

"It's true that I'm in the literature department, but the novel and the script are completely different things, especially the storyboards and lines of the script... If it's all the same, the profession of screenwriter wouldn't exist..."

He was about to continue, but outside the door, a sudden knock interrupted his words.

"It's rude".

The door of the box was opened from the outside, and a cacophony of words mixed in the hall poured in, and a slender figure appeared in the doorway, a waiter from the barbecue restaurant.

"The dishes are ready."

Toru Shimizu moved into the shadows behind the door to make room for serving. His eyes inadvertently swept over the waiter's face, but he found something inexplicably familiar.

She was the last girl to come at the bookstore signing.

Her long hair seemed to have been cut short, tied in a ponytail and hung down behind her. Compared to the blue-gray jacket last time, the dark black uniform of the barbecue shop made her exposed wrists and neck look a little fairer.

She seemed to focus her gaze on the dish in her hand, not noticing it.

Soon the side of the table by the door was filled, and she looked a little struggling to put the last plate inside.

"I'll do it." Toru Shimizu stretched out his hand and took it.

"Thank you."

As if relieved, she looked up in thanks, just in front of his eyes.

"Ah, Shimizu-san!"

The sudden sound made Qing Shui Toh's hands tremble, and the moving arm knocked over the teacup in front of him, and the unfinished tea instantly covered the table.

Akira Hasegawa, who had been observing all this on the other side, hurriedly pulled out the paper towel on the table.

On the contrary, the girl turned her head to the side first, covered her mouth lightly, and smiled as if gloating, before taking out the towel from under the dining car and saying, "I'll come." ”

After tossing and turning for a few minutes, I finally cleaned up the sudden mess.

She stood at the table again, as if she had suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Shimizu-san, I'm..."

"I was here last time, I remember." As soon as the words came out, Qing Shui Toru added another sentence of inexplicable worry, "There are not many people who come to buy my books." ”

A slight look of surprise flashed across her face, and then she curled her eyes and smiled softly, without words.

"By the way, are you working here now?"

"Yes, lately, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a faint voice sounded in the noisy background outside.

"Okay, right away."

She looked back and answered, and when she looked back, all she had left was a goodbye.

"I'm sorry, over there..."

"It's us who bothered you."

"That's... Shimizu-san, goodbye. ”

"Okay, goodbye."

Toru Shimizu nodded, and saw that the door of the box closed from the outside again, and only then did he look away from the wooden door panel that didn't see anything special, and happened to meet the ambiguous gaze of Akira Hasegawa on the opposite side.

"Oh? Signings? What's the situation? ”

Qing Shui didn't bother to pay attention to it, and picked up a piece of marinated beef and put it on the charcoal fire in the middle, which was already a little impatient, and the sizzling sound of the fat boiling instantly overshadowed his voice.

Hasegawa didn't mean to give up, and was still asking.

"When did you meet? Where have we got? ”

Seeing that Qing Shui Toru still didn't care, he hugged his arms again and thought back to himself.

"But it's really beautiful... Especially those eyes..."

Finally couldn't bear it anymore, Qing Shui Toru coughed lightly.

"By the way, Hasegawa, do you have any specific requirements for the script you just mentioned?"