Zheng Lang was a little puzzled, Fukada was very beautiful, and as a magician, he could be regarded as having mastered extraordinary powers. As long as she can put something down, it is not difficult for her to make money, why did she choose such a profession. Is it really Pudu sentient beings?

Zheng Lang sat bored, looking at the various works on the shelves at the door, but in the public, even in the name of appreciating art, it was a little too blatant.

When he was diverging his brain and didn't know what to think, a burly actor walked out of the studio and sat next to Zheng Lang to rest, the actor was naked, his eight-pack abs were looming, sweat kept flowing down his neck, and he looked like he had just experienced a considerable intensity of exercise.

In line with his curiosity about this line, Zheng Lang couldn't help but talk: "This, um, teacher? ”

The actor was obviously stunned, and then raised his hand and excused himself: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be a teacher, just call me senior, the young man is new, right?" ”

God TM senior, Zheng Lang has no idea of going to the sea, Brother Lang is a noble person. I won't be like those online writers, who read too many online articles and want to go to the sea to write a book by themselves. Although Brother Lang has also watched a lot of films, he has never planned to act.

"No, you misunderstood, teacher, I came with someone, I didn't think about entering the industry."

The senior stared at Zheng Lang with a regretful expression: "Tsk, this body, it's a pity not to enter the industry, you won't be a bare body, right?" ”

Ha? Here are a few meanings, your words have touched on the topic that men can not bear the most. If it weren't for the fact that he still had a task on his side, Zheng Lang would want to take this senior for a long time now.

The seniors didn't know that they had offended the emperor of the powerful civilization in the multiverse just now, and they were still saying to themselves: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't work, it's okay to practice more." In our line of work, the key is not time, but to recover quickly. Our income is not as good as that of actresses, and we can only make money by rushing more scenes. ”

Speaking of this, Zheng Lang's curiosity rose again, and he put aside the unhappiness just now and asked: "As a man, I can understand the hard work of actors, how can I compare with the teachers, is the income much worse?" ”

The senior shook his head and sighed deeply: "The audience spends money to see the actresses, and our male actors are the same as the set board and chairs, they are props." How much do you think you can get for the props? ”

This question really completely destroyed Zheng Lang's yearning for this industry, as an otaku, he has more or less fantasized about this, although normal people will not implement it.

The seniors still wanted to pull Zheng Lang into the gang, and kept saying: "Our male actors are now in short supply, and we are in urgent need of new blood, you know no, there are more than 20,000 registered actresses, and there are less than 200 male actors." Young man, are you interested in entering the industry, I can take you! ”

Hehe, thank you so much. Zheng Lang didn't want his friends to call him a few months later: "Brother Lang, I downloaded you, it's really good!" "That's a real social death.

However, then again, now in another world, Zheng Lang's friends are not here, so to put it this way......

Zheng Lang shook his head again, trying to get his terrible thoughts out of his head.

Fortunately, Fukada finished his day's work and walked out of the studio. Fukada changed his clothes, and his face was both ruddy and tired. It can be seen that this line of work is really hard.

Zheng Lang got up and asked, "Then where are we going next?" ”

"Come with me to the hospital!" Fukada said.

Sure enough, it is professional, after a day's work, I have to go to the hospital to check the tools, Zheng Lang silently praised it in his heart.

When I arrived at the hospital, it was getting dark. Zheng Lang was thinking about whether it was too late, the department should be closed, but Fukada took him into the inpatient department.

I took the elevator all the way to the sixth floor. Zheng Lang paid attention to the sign, Neurology.

Following in the footsteps of Fukada, the two came to a special care ward, the room is a relatively high-end single room, the environment is very good, there is a TV on the wall, a sofa next to the bed, in the cherry blossom country where every inch of land is expensive, such a ward is only afraid of a lot of fees.

There was a little girl lying on the hospital bed, about ten years old, the little girl was wearing a hospital gown, covered with various monitoring equipment, lying motionless, seeing Fukada coming, trying to move her small mouth, squeezing out a small smile.

Fukada stepped forward and took the little girl's hand and said, "Holy Son is not good today, my sister has come to see you!" ”

The Son on the bed tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. The small hand held by Fukada contracted slightly, and it failed to clench, and Fukada held it hard.

The holy son lying on the bed reminded Zheng Lang of his son in an instant, he was also about the same age, and he was so sick that he could GG at any time, but now he has changed jobs and died, and he fights wits and courage with Zhao Demon all day long. By the way, Zhao Demon is not here these days, and I don't know who is taking care of her. Thinking of this, Zheng Lang reflected on whether his brother was too incompetent. The little girl's big and small matters are all handled by Zhao You, and she only occasionally helps her tear up her homework......

"What is it?" Zheng Lang asked.

"Let's go out and talk!" Fukada accompanied the Holy Son for a while and left the ward with Zheng Lang.

Before the two could chat, a doctor stopped Fukada, and the doctor said bluntly: "Fukada, there is not much money in your sister's account, and if you give the medicine daily, you can still pay for five days, you have to send the money in as soon as possible!" ”

When Fukada heard this, he bowed and apologized to the other party again and again: "I'm sorry doctor, I will definitely pay as soon as possible, please take care of the Holy Son." ”

"Well, you don't have to worry about this, but if the money runs out, we can only do it according to the rules, please forgive me."

Zheng Lang didn't expect this kind of bloody plot to be staged in front of him.

When the doctor walked away, Fukada straightened up and bent over, his eyes full of exhaustion. Zheng Lang sighed, put away the contempt in his heart, and stepped forward to take Fukatsuda into his arms, this is a respectable teacher, Yi has not yet felt it, at least virtue is Xin.

Xu had not received such a comforting hug for too long, Fukada hesitated for a moment, and hugged it, and it didn't take long for Zheng Lang to feel a burst of wetness from his shoulder, and a suppressed cry sounded in his ears.

After crying for a long time, Fukada finally suppressed his emotions and talked about his sister.

My sister's name is Seiko Fukada, and she was diagnosed with ALS a few years ago. The disease progresses rapidly, and within a few years he loses his mobility. The two Fukada sisters died at an early age, and the elder sister took on the responsibility of maintaining their lives and treating their illnesses.

Fukada wiped the corners of his eyes, his eyes were red and swollen: "My desire to win in the Holy Grail War is to cure the Holy Son, so I must win." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand again to cheer himself up.

"Hmm!" Zheng Lang was infected by the other party's emotions, touched Fukata's head, and said: "Don't worry, we will definitely win, even if we don't get the Holy Grail in the end, it's the same as making a wish with me." ”