In the carriage of the Mita Line of the subway, Toru Shimizu leaned against the wall in the corner, feeling the slight vibration coming from behind him, and felt a little bored.

When you look at the carriages full of office workers, you can't find many people and things that are clear enough to be used as material for writing. Stretching his neck to look at the route map above the car door, he found that there was still a long way to go, and Toru Shimizu simply closed his eyes and remembered what had happened.

The procedures for the apprenticeship at Kodansha have been completed, and I have been there a few times when I have not been in class, but I have been surprised that I have not encountered any incidents, and I have not met the section manager named Yamanaka again.

After all, Kodansha is a large company with nearly 1,000 employees, and it is a completely unrelated department, so it should not be very likely that you can "meet" a specific person in a short period of time without deliberately exploring.

In short, the beginning of the apprenticeship can be called a smooth one.

However, speaking of the chance encounter, Toru Shimizu remembered the girl he saw in the bookstore again. Twice in a row among tens of millions of people in Tokyo, isn't that more than 10,000 times more difficult than in Kodansha?

Maybe it's because of the unexpected income from the apprenticeship, or maybe it's some vague expectation, Toru Shimizu visited the barbecue restaurant several times in the week after the start of school, but he didn't see the girl again.

When I went for the last time, I finally couldn't help but talk to the clerk and ask her about it, and I accidentally got the news that she had left her job. She seems to have agreed with the store manager at the beginning that she would only work here until the end of March.

After the clerk left, looking at the dishes on the table, Toru Shimizu suddenly felt a little heartache. He finally remembered that he hadn't paid next month's rent.

Thoughts drift away.

There was a slight force from the wall behind him, and Toru Shimizu wanted to open his eyes to confirm the location of the train, but a perfume-scented impact crashed into it first. Then came a sweet sound.

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

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

She wore slightly curly blonde hair on her head, her shoulder-length skirt was bright and light, and she wore a lot of cute trinkets on her fingers and wrists. Dressed in Harajuku, she looks like the recently famous きゃりーぱみゅぱみゅ (Peng Weiwei).

Not her.

I was a little disappointed for no reason. Sensing this thought, Qing Shui Toru secretly sneered: What exactly are you expecting, no matter how you think about it, the probability is infinitely close to zero.

On the surface, he didn't show anything, just distanced himself from the person he bumped into just now, and said lightly, "It's okay." ”

"Ah", the girl on the other side made a fuss, her fingers open and covered her mouth, "On your shirt..."

Qing Shui Toru looked down, only to find that there was a pale red mark on her chest, which looked the same color as the one on her lips.

"I'm sorry, people really didn't mean it~", the girl's tone was a little more coquettish, "If it's convenient... Can you leave your phone number, I'll take care of the cleaning~"

She stretched out her tone, tilted her head and put on a sweet smile full of apologies, and shook her phone full of various charms, as if she had been prepared.

Toru Shimizu smiled. When the girl on the other side saw his reaction, the sweetness on her face increased a little.

"Excuse me, I'm here."

"Huh?"

She hadn't reacted yet. Toru Shimizu didn't bother to say anything, and directly stepped sideways and stepped onto the platform.

"Wait a minute..."

The train behind her slowly closed the door, blocking her voice.

Qing Shui Toru breathed a sigh of relief. After coming to Tokyo for about a year, he has encountered this routine more than once. I've learned the right way to deal with it, but I'm always in trouble.

Lowering his head and carefully observing the marks on his shirt, Toru Shimizu felt a little headache again.

This time it was more troublesome than before, because it wasn't his own clothes. The white shirt, which looked like a lot of money, along with the more expensive suit on the outside, was borrowed by Akira Hasegawa. Or rather, Hasegawa forcibly lent it to him.

According to Hasegawa, this will increase his success rate today. At least that's what Hasegawa said when he slammed the door of his apartment with this outfit not long after he heard about his purpose today.

It may help, but now...

The laundry should be able to solve it, right? Toru Shimizu sighed secretly while holding his forehead, buttoned up his suit jacket to make sure that there was no trace from the outside, and then left the station and walked towards today's destination, the Toho Hibiya Building.

He came today to deliver the first draft of the movie script, and the person in charge of Toho read it and decided whether to use it.

When you exit the subway station, you will see the wavy glass façade of the Toho Building. Squeezed into the elevator with a group of office workers who were also in suits, and came to the tenth floor where Toho Co., Ltd. is located.

The front desk lady who originally poked her head to see also put on her original dignified posture, and after confirming that he had made an appointment with a far more than ordinary enthusiasm, she took him to an empty reception room, and served tea diligently before leaving.

It wasn't long before the door was pushed open from the outside with a few knocks. It was a man in his thirties, and the name tag pinned to his chest indicated his identity, the person Shimizu Toru was looking for on this trip.

"Shimizu-san, Shinji Shimokihara, please take care of me when we meet for the first time."

"Where, I'm going to ask Kirihara-san to take care of it."

Although the other party took out a modest gesture, Qing Shui Toru knew very well that he held the power to kill Yu in his hands, and hurriedly got up to salute back.

After a few more polite words, the two sat opposite the coffee table in the middle.

"Did Shimizu-san bring a script today?"

"Bring", took out a bound stack of papers from the bag, and handed it over with both hands, "Please take a look." ”

"Okay, please wait a minute."

Kirihara took the script and flipped through it carefully. Looking at his movements, Qing Shui Toru felt a little apprehensive.

After all, as an amateur who has never been exposed to screenwriting work, even if I found a few related books, I consulted a familiar professor in the Waseda Literature Department, and locked myself in my apartment and put a lot of effort into it, but it is still difficult to say that I have some confidence that I will definitely be selected.

With a little nervousness, Qing Shui Toru tapped his fingers on his lap. I glanced at Kirihara on the other side again, and saw that he was engaged, and gradually relaxed.

It's already here, and no matter what emotions it is, there's no point.

With such a thought, the habit of taking materials came out of his heart again, and he couldn't help but look at Shinji Kirihara.

He held the script in his hand, his brow furrowed. Although he is only in his thirties, the wrinkles in other parts of his face are not shallow; The dark circles around the eyes cannot be completely covered even with cosmetics, and it is obvious that there is a long experience of day and night reversal; The figure looks quite thin, but after sitting down, the buttons of the belly shirt are tightened. Despite this, the whole person is quite capable.

It should be a long-term outdoor film shooting job, coupled with the unavoidable frequent socialization in this industry, which makes it difficult for him to hide his haggard expression and distorted figure. However, he was able to become the chief producer of the film in his early thirties, and perhaps it was the smooth sailing support of his career that allowed him to retain his enthusiasm for active work.

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

Thinking like this, Toru Shimizu subconsciously put his hand in the inner pocket of his suit and explored the notepad used to record various materials.

The fingertips had already touched the hard plastic cover of the notepad, and it was only after realizing that it would be too rude to take material in person on such an occasion.

As soon as he put his hand back in place, he found Kirihara looking up at him from the script. There was a hint of doubt in his tone: "Shimizu-san, do you know Professor Takahashi of the Waseda Literature Faculty ?" ”

"What?"

Toru Shimizu's first reaction was that he had misheard.