The night climbed into the sky, eating away at what was left of the golden yellow on the horizon.

In the jagged sky, the dappled beams of light strove to cast the last soft light on the earth.

It's like the light turned on by Kolou, shining on Hayabusa Kimura's face.

It lasted a whole day of shooting.

Hayabusa Kimura didn't stay late in the photography department.

Is it true that today's shooting is a bit of a low pressure?

He recalled today's footage, and just thinking about it, he felt a wave of sadness welling up in his heart.

The words in the script are just a fantasy in the mind after all.

The outstanding acting skills of Tomorrow Smoke and Amamiya Nao are more like the concretization of lifeless words.

It was vividly displayed in front of everyone.

It's no wonder that after the end of the afternoon shooting, several girls in the crew couldn't help crying.

Even Kochi Koike, who has been jumping off on weekdays, ended up with a look of loss.

"Senior Kimura, I have a hunch that if I can shoot tonight and the world in its entirety...... It's going to be hot. ”

In the activity room of the shooting department, Koichi Koike, who was sorting out the photographic equipment, suddenly said for no reason.

Hayabusa Kimura stood up straight, looked at Koichi Koike, who looked serious, and said with a smile, "Maybe." ”

"No, Kimura-senpai, I mean seriously." Koichi Koike said sincerely, unlike the usual casualness.

Hayaya Kimura put away the USB flash drive on the table, put it in his backpack, and pulled the zipper.

Then, he pressed his hands on his backpack.

"It doesn't make sense to say these things now, only by waiting for people to invest, it makes sense to say that."

Koike asked hesitantly, "If you pull the investment...... Can we still help Kimura shoot? ”

Hayabusa Kimura didn't speak.

It seems that I haven't thought of that far away.

Maybe it was four years of life in Tokyo that made him real.

Now he doesn't like to imagine too much about what the future holds, but stares at the present, taking one step at a time.

Seeing that Hayabusa Kimura didn't answer, Koike Koi scratched his head and said:

"I'm just asking, don't take it to heart Senior Kimura...... It's just that before, everyone in the crew chatted when they got together, and they talked about this, so I couldn't help but want to ask......"

"Together?" Hayabusa Kimura wondered.

"Hmm."

Koike Hiroshi nodded a little,

"Although everyone in the crew gathered scattered at the beginning, they also became close to each other when they filmed with Senior Kimura......"

Kimura Hayabusa was stunned: "What do they think...... About this work? ”

"Probably some attachment, right? Senior Kimura suddenly asked, and it was hard for me to say it. However, everyone is a student, and it is the first time to participate in such a shooting, so I guess I have some feelings. ”

I don't know if it's because the filming is about to come to an end, Koike Koichi unconsciously said a lot.

For a group of students who have not yet left the campus, this kind of shooting is indeed the first time.

Maybe it was for a variety of reasons at first, but as I started shooting, I was able to shoot day by day.

Just like their own work, they also put their own attitude into it.

Hayabusa Kimura felt like something was suddenly something, and silently picked up his backpack.

"Don't worry, if you can, there will still be a chance at that time......"

"Hey!"

…………………………

Sitting on the train back, Hayabusa Kimura held his mobile phone and searched for detailed information about the T Station Film Festival.

It was a little cold in the train compartment, except for the silent people, only the white noise ringing in the ears was left.

But such a depressing atmosphere, Hayabusa Kimura does not reject it.

It's like being in a study room with a noise outside the window, which makes people focus.

Fingers slid across the screen, and he carefully flipped through the search.

Wow.

A new message popped up at the top of the screen, sent by Tomorrow's Smoked Line.

Click on the chat box.

Smoked tomorrow [Hayabusa-chan.] 】

A soft smile tugged at the corner of Kimura's mouth.

Hayabusa Kimura [I'm on my way, I'll be back right away.] 】

There was silence on the other side for a long time, just when he thought that Tomorrow Smoke would no longer reply to messages.

Smoke tomorrow [I broke Hayabusa-chan's ticket.] 】

Huh? Hayabusa Kimura blinked, looking at the message on the screen.

Hayabusa Kimura【Tickets?】 】

Tomorrow smoked [Tomorrow, Hayabusa-chan will go to T station to release the ticket offline, and I broke it. 】

Smoke tomorrow [I'm sorry, Hayabusa-chan. 】

Smoke tomorrow [I didn't know that the ticket was in the clothes, and the clothes were washed together.] 】

The three messages in quick succession made Hayata Kimura stunned for a moment.

Even through the screen, you can see the panic in Smoke's heart at this time.

This guy must be sad now.

This was probably the first thought that popped into Kimura's mind.

Thinking in his heart, Hayabusa Kimura hovered his finger on the screen.

Tapping your fingertips on the screen, typing many times, then deleting and rewriting.

At last.

Hayabusa Kimura [Looks like ...... Tomorrow I can have another day off. 】

He tried to make his words look lighter.

After a short wait.

Tomorrow smoked [I messed up the offline release, I'm sorry. 】

Sure enough, do you still mind, Hayabusa Kimura scratched his cheek with his fingers.

Suddenly, the train slowed down and stopped.

He arrived.

Taking advantage of the crowd on the train to get off the train, Kimura Hayabusa replied too quickly.

Hayabusa Kimura [It doesn't matter at all.] 】

Hayabusa Kimura [I'll go back right away.] 】

…………………………

Finish sending the message.

Hayabusa Kimura hurriedly put away his phone and left the station with his backpack on his back.

The cold night wind blew on his body, fluttering like a sharp knife.

The bangs on the forehead were blown apart.

He strode towards the rental house.

I don't know if it's because of tomorrow's smoked text, or something else.

Hayabusa Kimura knew that the current Asugami must be very helpless.

It's like coming to Tokyo for the first time and starting a difficult part-time job.

Every time you make a mistake, even if you want to hide it in your heart, the panic will intertwine your heart like a spider web.

Fear of being scolded by the guest or the boss.

Although the result is always inevitable......

Smoked now.

I should be as sad as I was at that time.

Hayaya Kimura pushed open the door of the rental house, and his breathing was a little messy as he walked all the way.

He tried to calm his breath.

"Smoked?"

The dim light of the hallway shone into the room, casting his shadow long on the floor of the hallway.

The rental house is not lit up.

Not at home? Kimura was stunned.

Reach out and turn on the lights.

He changed his shoes and walked inside.

A fumbly crumpled ticket was spread out on the living room table, with a roll of duct tape next to it.

"Hayabusa-chan?"

The sound of Asuki sounding in the dark bedroom, Hayabusa Kimura turned on the bedroom light.

The bright light dispels the cold black.

Tomorrow's smoke who was hugging Ugly Meowmaru and curled up on the bed was revealed.

Thick hair blows aside, snow-white feet stacked on top of each other.

"Ah, the lights weren't on, I thought it was smoked......"

Hayabusa Kimura walked to the bed, scratched his cheek with his fingers, and said cautiously.

Asunhi lifted his delicate cheeks, and his dark pupils reflected the soft face of the youth.

Somehow, the moment I saw Hayabusa Kimura.

The huge grievance in my heart exploded, and tears instantly welled up in my eyes.

The girl cried.

"Hayabusa-chan! I broke Hayabusa-chan's ticket, and I wanted to get the secondary ticket right, but I couldn't get it right......"

"I can't find a place to sell tickets on the Internet, Hayabusa-chan, I can't buy tickets...... I messed up the offline release. ”

"Hayabusa-chan is working so hard, I ......"

Tears poured from the corners of his eyes, and Tomorrow's hands kept wiping the tears on his face.

The words are not finished.

Hayabusa Kimura gently held the girl in his arms and put his broad palm on her head.

Tomorrow sobbed, her cheeks buried in his chest.

"So...... It doesn't matter, it's just a ticket...... If you don't have it, you won't have it.,Originally, it was also sent by Mr. Koike.。 ”

"But ......"

"The current shooting is already very good, even if you don't care about the standards of those film critics, you will definitely be able to pass the preliminary review."

Hayabusa Kimura said softly.

Tomorrow Smoke grabbed his hands on the clothes in front of him, crying and not speaking.

Hayabusa Kimura rubbed her head.

I don't know how long it has been, and the girl in her arms has gradually calmed down.

Hayabusa Kimura moved too much, and his body was a little sore.

"Smoked."

“…… Well. ”

"I didn't eat at night."

"Hmm."