Chapter two hundred and ninety seventh three disciples
The taxi came, and Chihara Rinto forced Hitomi Konoe into the car with the help of Michiko. He smiled and said something to the Son, and then was taken away by the taxi, leaving only the Son confused.
stood still.
Aiko and Kirisha approached cautiously, looked at the taxi with only its taillights visible, and then observed the facial expression of the Holy Son, and then whispered: "The Holy Son?"
The Holy Son sniffed, his face stained with tears, and his expression was still confused, as if he couldn't figure out the current situation.
Aiko and Kirisa looked at her together and asked with concern: "You just confessed...what was the result?"
Is it really possible? Speak quickly, I’m so anxious!
The Holy Son became even more confused. He didn't speak for a while, but he didn't seem to know what to say. He opened his mouth several times but no sound came out.
Aiko and Kirisa waited for a while, becoming even more anxious. After all, this matter was related to them. If it turned into a bloody love triangle, then Ningzi had a good relationship with them, and Shengzi was a good friend. They would definitely be in trouble if they were caught in the middle.
It’s difficult, and it’s really hard to guarantee your position.
Aiko couldn't help but asked anxiously: "What happened? Was the confession successful?"
From a distance, it looks like it's done. After all, the weasel is smiling and nodding, which seems to have bad intentions, but if it really does become a problem, it will be a big trouble!
Of course, this cannot be blamed on the Holy Son. She is just a silly butt with a relatively simple personality. She just has a silly wishful thinking. After all, which girl has never dreamed of Prince Charming? It is completely understandable. So if you want to blame it, just blame the weasel, eating the bowl.
The one in the pot is still thinking about the one in the pot. He is really a scum in the world, and everyone kills him with credit and no guilt.
She was anxious and worried there, fearing that drinking would cause things to get out of hand, but Shengzi said in a daze: "I...I don't know, Teacher Qianyuan seems to have accepted me as a disciple."
"What?! Accept you as a disciple?" Aiko and Wusha looked at each other in confusion. What kind of magical operation are you doing? Are you confessing your love or becoming a disciple?
They were confused, and they felt as if they had swallowed twenty-five mice alive. With hundreds of claws scratching their hearts, they quickly asked in unison: "Stop being dazed, tell me quickly, what is going on?"
At this time, it doesn't matter whether she is a lifelong friend or not. If the Holy Son doesn't understand, he will tie her to the tiger bench when she gets back and torture her to find out.
Shengzi gradually came to his senses, and his drunkenness receded a lot. His big eyes began to moisten again. He sniffed and said aggrievedly: "I just said that I have always admired him. The internship is about to end, and I have some thoughts.
He knows, please don't be angry..."
"Then what?"
"Then he laughed and said that he had known about it for a long time and appreciated my efforts. He was willing to accept me as his disciple and continue to learn from him in the future. If you don't understand anything, you can always ask him. After the internship is over, you can continue to work at the TV station.
I was given homework..."
"Ah? It can still be like this!"
Kirisa and Aiko's jaws almost dislocated. It was already miserable enough to go to "Death Confession", but after the confession, they became apprentices. They were a generation behind. Isn't this even worse and more miserable?
This is like being rejected and leaving a sad and beautiful memory!
That way, at least ten years later, I can still smile lightly when I think about it and have a long aftertaste.
"Yes, I am now Master Qianyuan's disciple." Shengzi finally figured it out completely. His tears could no longer be controlled and flowed like a broken faucet. He desperately wiped it with the back of his hand and sobbed: "I
I'm so stupid that I can't do anything well. I can't even express my feelings. I clearly want to express my feelings. What should I do now?"
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Qianhara Rinto was sitting on the passenger seat of the taxi, regardless of the air conditioner. He opened the window a little, blowing in the night breeze, which smelled slightly of alcohol. He had a pleasant smile on his lips. It was good to have an additional disciple.
A satisfied disciple.
Yes, he is a satisfactory disciple. He is better than the drunken second disciple in the back seat, right?
Shengzi came to Kanto United Television for an internship. Although he was too busy to keep her with him all the time, he didn't ignore her. He asked her about her situation from time to time, so he got to know her.
Shengzi's talent is not very good, her accumulation is not good, and she is slow to learn. She didn't make any dazzling results during her internship, but her efforts can be felt.
At least her work attitude was fine. She was modest, low-key, down-to-earth, and never cheated or cheated. Attitude determined success or failure. He felt that Shengzi could at least be a good screenwriter in the future.
Such a good kid who aspires to become a screenwriter and wants to make progress. He is also a very lovable and honest guy. He stumbled over and expressed his admiration with a drunkenness. How could he accept her as his disciple?
Why not?
There is nothing wrong with this disciple!
And it was very pleasant. When the silly boy Shengzi heard that he could continue to learn from him, he was so excited that he cried on the spot. His eyes were filled with tears, and his nose was dripping with water. His desire to learn was obviously not as firm as usual.
It's really joyful.
We are not afraid that the disciple will be lazy, but we are afraid that the disciple will not learn! In the future, we must train her well and let her become talented as soon as possible. Then in the future, it will be considered a good story to say that the teacher is a good teacher and the son is good.
That's right, give her more guidance and give her more opportunities to practice in the future. Her foundation is relatively poor, so she needs to be more strict.
She has this desire to learn, and as a master, she cannot let her down and help her realize her ideals in life.
If you think about it carefully, you are truly the best master in the world!
Qianhara Rinto thought about it in his mind for a while, sighed for a while, and the smile on his lips became more obvious. He never expected that the little girl from high school who he met by chance would become his disciple after two and a half years. He felt the wonder of life and couldn't help but turn around.
I looked at the unlucky first disciple and the idiot second disciple Michiko in the back seat, who was stretching out her little tongue and licking a popsicle hard, concentrating on it, feeling like she couldn't get enough sweets, and Hitomi Konoe was shaking in the car now, and she was getting drunk.
, was wilting there, like a dead dog that had been kicked.
He took a look and found that Michiko's ambition and hobby were obviously not in screenwriting. Her talent and accumulation were only suitable for being an actress. If she did not plan to continue to engage in the entertainment industry in the future, there was a high probability that she would say goodbye to the TV program production industry. Therefore, this disciple accepted
It's not much different from confiscation.
Yes, this disciple is more like a family member. As for Ah Tong, she just wants to be famous, and she is not the material to be a screenwriter. In terms of talent, she is not as good as the Holy Son! But she is outgoing, shameless, and dares to venture into things.
She is also hard-working and feels that no matter how tiring she is at work, she is better than being a haenyeo. She is extremely adaptable. In the future, she may be able to find a new path on her own. She doesn’t have to worry too much, as long as she can help her at critical times. Then...
It is uncertain that among his three disciples, the only one who can make achievements in the screenwriting industry is the Son.
Qianhara Rinto turned his head back and looked forward, feeling the cool breeze blowing, feeling more and more satisfied with the Holy Son.
Among the three disciples, the Holy Son is probably the true disciple, and he may be able to pass on the mantle to her in the future.
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After thinking about it all the way home, Chihara Rinto immediately took the dizzy Konoe Hitomi into the bathroom, and then gave Michiko a brush to brush off the drunken smell and let her stare at it.
Please don't let Hitomi Konoe drown in the bathtub, and then exit the bathroom.
"Qianhara-kun, are you okay?" Ningzi put the clothes that Konoe Hitomi and Michiko had changed in the bathroom. After coming out, she asked Qianhara Rinto with concern: "I made sour soup, why don't you drink a bowl to wake up?"
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"I'm not drunk, but I'm a little thirsty. Let's have a bowl." Qianhara Rinto rubbed his neck and sat down in the living room. No one at the party dared to force him to drink. He just accumulated six or seven points.
I'm drunk, my feet are a little weak, my head is a little wandering, I can't take the path like Hitomi Konoe, and I'm still far from the state of ascending from the same place, so it's nothing serious.
But if you're a little thirsty, it doesn't hurt to drink.
Ning Zi quickly brought a bowl of sour soup from the kitchen to relieve hangover, and said softly: "It's a little hot, drink it slowly."
"good."
Qianhara Rinto responded, took the spoon to cool down, then put the small black wooden bowl to his mouth and started sucking it. He felt that the taste was sour and spicy, which was very appetizing. After swallowing it, it was still a little bitter, but he was quite satisfied with the drink.
It's refreshing and seems to clear your head. Besides, hangover soups are usually either sour or sweet, so he prefers hot and sour ones.
He just likes to eat chocolate, which is high in calories and saves time, but his daily diet is still on the salty side and he doesn't like sweet dishes. This bowl is just what he wants.
This girlfriend is so considerate that I really have nothing to say.
Ning Zi watched him take a few sips and asked with concern: "How does it taste? Does it feel a bit bitter? I am afraid that I will have a headache after drinking. I added some sophora flavescens. Will it be too much?
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Qianyuan Rinto took another sip and said with a smile: "No, it's just right. Ningzi, you have your heart."
A thousand pieces of gold are easy to come by, but a good wife is hard to find!
Ning Zi tilted her head slightly and looked at him. After holding it in for a while, she narrowed her eyes and smiled and said, "I didn't prepare it for you. I didn't expect you to drink so much."
Chihara Rinto looked at the bowl, then at the "Good Wife", this... turned out to be for that bastard Hitomi Konoe, I was just here by the way, right?
Grandma, you are so upright and so inconsiderate of your boyfriend’s feelings. Can’t you just say a nice word and lie to me? Can we still live together?
Ning Zi smiled even more happily, took a few steps to move behind him, and began to massage him, rubbing his cervical vertebrae with the heel of her palm, and chuckled: "If I had known you would drink too much, I would have made sour fish soup.
I really didn’t expect it...are you tired?"
"A bit." Watching Ningzi, Qianhara Rinto didn't tell any lies and closed his eyes to enjoy it while saying: "But for work, there is nothing I can do."
I spent two or three hours going around in circles to win over people's hearts, putting on a smile and saying nice things, and forcing myself to drink. To be honest, I was tired and annoyed, but there was nothing I could do about it. If you don't seize the opportunity like this, and it accumulates over time, who would be willing to give it to you?
Are you working hard?
Are we just talking about money? That’s just the basis. If you really want to get things done, you still need the other party to be willing.
Doing things is never easy, but getting things done is even more difficult.
He didn't care about guarding Ning Zi. He picked out a few bastards in the crew and scolded him. However, Ning Zi basically didn't comment on his work matters. He listened to his complaints and smiled without saying a word, but Rourou helped him.
He relaxed his bones and waited for a while before smiling and saying: "Then just have a good rest at home and put aside your troubles."
This makes sense. Qianhara Rinto caught one of her catkins with his backhand, and began to be a good boyfriend. He didn't want to use his girlfriend's physical strength to relieve fatigue, and said softly: "Okay, I don't want to tire you."
"I'm fine."
Ningzi smiled and said she didn't care. In terms of physical strength, she might not lose to Qianhara Rinto. If she had a fight, she could push her boyfriend to the ground and beat him into a pig's head. Her hands were still soft and strong, and Qianhara Rinto stopped trying to persuade her. Mainly
It was indeed very comfortable, and Michiko would often be obedient to him, tapping his shoulders and pressing his temples, but she was young, had no strength in her hands, and her techniques were mediocre.
He started to drink the hangover soup slowly there again. After finishing the bowl, Ningzi brought him another bowl. Then he heard some movement in the bathroom, it seemed that Konoe Hitomi was doing a drunken fist, and he quickly drank again.
Went to see Hitomi Konoe and Michiko.
Qianhara Rinto drank another half of the bowl of soup and then stopped. He shook his neck and felt much better. He lay down directly on his back and waited for a long time for Ningzi to come back.
He asked directly: "Has A Tong fallen asleep?"
"Go to sleep.
Qianhara Rinto nodded, plucked her ears and began to think. She felt that she would have to give her a few slaps on the head tomorrow to help her remember for a long time. The disciple who broke into the house lived in the master's house.
There was a situation like this, but it was the disciple who was supposed to serve the master, but this girl drank herself to pieces without saying a word, and even distracted the attention of the master's girlfriend, so that the master could not feel comfortable all the way. She really deserved a slap on the head.
Yes, I'll give her a few hard blows tomorrow, forget it now, if I slap her and make her vomit, I still have to clean her up, it's not cost-effective.
"Are your ears itchy?" Ningzi noticed that he was scratching his ears with his little finger, and Qianhara Rinto scratched his ears again and said casually: "A little, maybe it's because of the heat."
Originally, the weather in summer in Japan was hot, but it became even hotter after drinking alcohol. But after drinking hot hangover soup, it became triple hot, making my ears feel itchy and uncomfortable.
"Wait a minute." Ningzi immediately got up and went to get another black sandalwood box, opened it and started playing with it, and wiped it with a disinfectant paper towel. Chihara Rinto looked sideways and found that it was an ear-picking set.
The tools include various tweezers, long-handled ear spoons and cotton swabs with slender rods. They are very exquisite. Except for the replaceable cotton head on the cotton swab, they all look antique. The main body is silver and inlaid with gold and jade, like an antique.
My girlfriend usually doesn’t show off her appearance, but her daily necessities are really luxurious. This box and tools can’t even be purchased for one hundred or twenty thousand yuan...
Qianhara Rinto was just looking at him and thinking nonsense, so his head was moved by Ningzi and rested directly on Ningzi's lap. Ningzi held his big head and adjusted its position so that his ear holes were facing the light.
Then he smiled and said: "Don't move around, Qianyuan-kun, I have only paid for dad a few times, so I don't have much experience."
Qianyuan Rinto trusted her. He rested his head on Ningzi's elastic thighs, his face facing her belly, and his nose was filled with Ningzi's faint body fragrance. He couldn't help but feel a little distraught, and said casually: "It's okay, I
Do not move."
To die under the peonies is to be a ghost, and to be deaf is worth it!
Ningzi smiled slightly and said nothing more. She focused on scratching his ears gently and gently. In less than ten seconds, Qianhara Rinto closed her eyes comfortably and was immersed in the tenderness of her girlfriend.
This is the family life he wants. He doesn't need to spend much effort at home, he just needs to lie down.
Also, Ningzi’s thighs, the fragrance on her body...