"Young Master Liu, I hope you will take it, otherwise my career as a director may be over. Besides, Mousse and I have a very good relationship, and I hope that Young Master Liu can help me for Mousse's sake." Pierce the Director Station
He stood up and bowed respectfully, his tone also very pleading.
For me, it doesn't matter whether I accept the film or not. I go there only if I'm interested in it. But seeing this director Asakawa being so humble makes me feel like one of those celebrities who are playing big names, which is really a bit depressing.
"Then I'll give it a try." I'm not sure if I can express my feelings, but I've made it known in advance. I can only say that I'm giving it a try, but I'm not sure.
"Thank you." Asashikawa bowed again. Indeed, Qianye Liu is a big-name star in Hollywood and director Mousse's heart. This time he returned to Japan, Mousse almost felt heartbroken. If Mous knew about Qianye Liu,
If you had not participated voluntarily, your skin might have been peeled off.
"Which school will you go to when filming in Tokyo?" Suddenly I thought, isn't it said that there will be scenes in the school? Since the filming is going to be in a school, then it is most likely that it will be Aogaku, Hyotei, Fudomine, Sei
Rudolf, Yamabuki... these schools.
"It all depends on Mr. Liu's choice." Asashikawa thought for a while, after all, this movie must respect Mr. Liu, it can be said about everything.
I don’t know much about these schools. Since I want to make my own idol movie, I definitely can’t be careless. “Okay, I’ll go take a look around and we’ll talk about it then.”
When I left the coffee shop, I was still wearing my hat. When I came out to see the director, I definitely couldn't take out the costume I used to hide from women. It would be too embarrassing. Of course, I came out after restoring my original appearance, but just because I restored my original appearance
, so I had to wear a suit with a hat, which was troublesome, really troublesome.
It's really boring to wander around on the street. I really miss the time when I was in the United States and it was so gratifying and fun.
It was just a matter of whim, and we actually went to the street tennis court. It was really troublesome.
The current match was a singles match. I walked over slowly. My technique was poor and my strength was low. It was really not that good.
"Excuse me, can I play ball here?" A pleasant voice came. A child with such a tone should be considered very cute. I turned around and looked at the young man who spoke.
The light silver-gray hair is soft and better than a girl's hair. The big round eyes show the child's hard work and deep determination. He is wearing a silver cross necklace and looks very special.
Uninhibited, but not contradictory at all, and very harmonious with his own personality.
Isn’t this Hyotei’s conscience, Hochotaro? Why is he not at Hyotei, but at the street tennis court?
"I just got here too." The implication is that I don't know either, so you'd better not ask me.
"Oh." Chotaro nodded, then walked to the court carrying his tennis bag, "Can you play with me? I want to see my strength."
"Oh, boy, do you play ball too?" A gangster-like boy came over. He was obviously not as tall as Hochotaro, but he still spoke so condescendingly. It was really asking for beatings.
"Well, can you fight me?" Houchotaro took a step back and said very gently.
"Of course, I'd be happy to teach the kids!" The gangster boy was very proud. Indeed, his strength is considered strong in this street tennis court, but can he compare with Hyokui's main selection? This Chotaro is also
You are so cute and innocent. You actually want to try your strength on a street tennis court. Are you sure this is not torturing others?
"Hong & Hirano! Phoenix serve!" Chotaro clenched the racket tightly, patting the small tennis ball gently in his hand. His face was serious, and then he gently dropped the ball. In an instant, his muscles tightened, and his hand moved in an all-round way.
Swing the racket in a backward posture, and as soon as the ball touches the racket, it will rush past at a speed that is almost invisible to the naked eye.
"One ball goes to the soul!" As soon as Hochotaro finished speaking, the ball reached the opponent's court.
"Out!" (out of bounds) the referee shouted.
Huh? Only then did Chotaro realize that he seemed to have used too much strength. He patted his head in annoyance. If it wasn't because he was too weak, he wouldn't be so nervous about the next game.