It’s been a mild winter in Tokyo this year, and there hasn’t even been a serious snowfall. It’s basically all snow. And it seems that due to the influence of this climate, the cherry blossoms will bloom earlier this year.
It was only the second week of March, and Michiko could already see a few delicate white and pink flower buds exposed on the cherry blossom trees on the roadside. Just like these vibrant flower buds ready to bloom to welcome the spring, her desire to see Master was already there.
Can't wait.
There are still about forty berries left to make up for a hundred. Although I don’t know why I want to pick these berries, it is so fun to pick them!
When you have picked a hundred, go to other places and try to talk to others!
She was thinking about things in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more she looked forward to it. Even the fatigue after the dance class seemed to have disappeared, and soon she was sent to the front door of Tokyo Broadcasting Station by her mother.
"I heard that "Wonderful World Stories" will be moved next season. This is a good opportunity. You can try to invite your master again. The time will be decided by him. Let's have a meal with him." Ryoko Nanbu broadcasted in Tokyo
Teb stopped his scooter in front of the gate, turned around and told his daughter: "When the time comes, you can wink more, please him more, and try to get him to pick a good script for you. This is very important."
Miqianzi's good mood dropped a lot in an instant. She jumped off the scooter, hung up her helmet, and whispered: "Master said that he was very busy and had no time. It is useless to ask again."
"He always wants to eat. If you ask a few times, he will agree."
Michiko didn't say anything more, and turned around to go into the TV station, but Nanbu Ryoko stretched out his hand and pulled her back, and his tone was a bit harsh: "Did you hear what I said!?"
Miqianzi's little face darkened, she lowered her head slightly, and said softly: "I heard it, Mom, but he is really busy, so begging him will cause him trouble."
She was telling the truth. In her impression, even when he was chatting with her, her master was writing non-stop, as if he was suffering from writing fever. Nanbu Ryoko's face turned soft and light again.
He gently touched her little head and said gently: "Qianjiang, mom knows that you don't like to ask for help or socialize, but we don't know any big people in this industry, so there's nothing we can do about it. Everything starts from the beginning.
It's very rare. Just wait until you become famous, and then others will be begging us. Just be patient for now, okay?"
Michiko was silent for a while and said softly: "I understand, mom, I will ask him again."
"You're so good. Mom will be like this all her life. I can only count on you. You have to work hard and don't be afraid of embarrassment or hardship. This is all your fault. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I will try my best."
"Go!" Nanbu Liangzi helped her adjust the collar of her clothes, took a closer look at the extremely exquisite daughter in front of her, the best work in her life, and watched her walk into the TV station with satisfaction.
Michiko carried the small bag and walked to a place where her mother could not see her. She took deep breaths several times before calming down, and then ran to the annex of the production bureau. Along the way, she carefully avoided those who looked high-status at first glance.
People, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. Although she is also a young actor who has appeared in many movies, her identity is still very different from these people.
When she arrived at the lobby of the annex building, she raised her head and looked at several elevators. She found that they all showed the upward status and could not get down for a while. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to waste time, and turned around and ran to the fire escape stairs. There was no one here.
, she took three steps and two steps at a time, ran and ran with her small bag in hand, and soon reached the sixth floor. After turning out of the fire room, she slowed down her pace and walked to the "Shiqi" production headquarters with great temperament.
After she entered the door, she said hello to a clerk she met with a sweet smile, and then rushed to her master's territory. Her mood improved quickly, but after turning around the screen, she found that Master Cheap was sitting in front of the computer, looking up something, with his hands on it.
He was still writing something in his shorthand notebook.
She quickly greeted: "Hello, Master."
Chihara Rinto waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be so polite, and his attention was still on the computer, while Michiko hung up her coat and small bag, and then stood next to him, her eyes sparkling, staring at the computer screen.
Chihara Rinto was reading the financial forum. He had just discovered this good place. There are not many people online these days, but the professionalism is much better than the mixed situation in 2019. Everyone has something to say.
The discussions between each other were more sincere and restrained, and felt better than the financial news in newspapers. At least for a financial layman like him, it was more comfortable than reading newspapers.
He just received a bonus of 500,000 yen, and with his accumulated monthly salary, it is almost 1 million yen. Moreover, the first season of "Shiqi" is about to end, and what will follow is the copyright sharing, which is probably not
It would be too little. It was considered that he had the initial capital to make money with money, and he finally found the first gold. And he had a certain advantage of predicting the general trend. It would be too wasteful not to take advantage of it. He still planned to open an account.
, making some money through finance can be regarded as a side job, the kind that doesn’t make money in vain.
But as he looked at it, he suddenly felt his ears were a little itchy. He turned his head and found that his eldest disciple was staring at the computer with bright eyes. He couldn't help laughing, stood up and said, "I almost forgot, you can play."
!”
Miqianzi's face was happy, but she still said politely: "No, no, master, please use it first, work is important."
Qianhara Rinto estimated that if he sat down again, he could suppress the internal injuries of this unlucky apprentice. Fortunately, he was kinder and didn't like bad jokes, so he went to another desk and said with a smile: "You have a day
You can just play with this little time, and it will be fine if I watch you after you leave, so I won’t waste anything."
Since he got a computer, he has been getting off work increasingly late, and has to lay down the floor at the headquarters to wait for the start of the next season. Murakami Iori said that he would get him a small office, and he was already considering putting a camp bed in it.
.
"Thank you, Master!" Michiko showed rare true feelings and gave Chihara Rinto a big smile: "Master, you are so kind. I will respect you in the future."
Qianhara Rinto had a slight smile on his face, and he thought, "You didn't take me seriously before, didn't you prepare to honor me? You were so kind to me!"
But as a child, that's all. He's not really a master and disciple. This fate will be broken after a while. Maybe in ten years, this unlucky kid may not be able to remember these things!
He sat down with a rant in his heart and continued writing with his shorthand notebook. Over there, Michiko opened the page of "Dragon's Treasure" very skillfully, then froze and blurted out: "What is this place? Why am I here?"
"
Qianhara Rinto suddenly remembered, raised his head and smiled: "I helped you kill that monster, no need to thank me."
As he spoke, he flipped through his shorthand notebook, found a page, tore it out, walked over and put it in front of his eldest apprentice, poked it with a pen to explain, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm not helping you play more, I know how to play.
It's more fun to play the game by yourself, but I just can't stand you grinding away. This is the result of my analysis for you, and I drew a mind map for you. I suggest you mainly improve these three attributes.
To increase these three attributes, you need to do these nine things. This one is related to this one. If done together, it is more efficient. And this one thing can get an item by the way. This item
Probably and in the future..."
He liked this kind of game that allowed for step-by-step planning. As he was talking happily, he suddenly saw a wet patch on the paper. He turned his head and saw that Michienko was weeping silently with her little head lowered, and the tears as big as peas were dripping on her face.
After reading the paper, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He hesitated and said, "I'm sorry, am I meddling in other people's business again?"
Michiko quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand and whispered: "No, I'm very happy if I can play. Master, please continue talking. I will do as you ask."
She felt very sad. Although she didn't know why she felt very sad, she felt very sad, but she didn't dare to resist, otherwise she would be driven away.
This is her only paradise.
Qianhara Rinto was stunned, and suddenly felt that he had done something stupid. The main reason was that he really couldn't stand the people around him wandering around. He just had good intentions and didn't think too much at the time, and he just walked east.
We walked a little way and killed a monster blocking the way.
He was silent for a while, balled up the mind map and threw it into the trash. If he made a mistake, he admitted it and sighed directly: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have messed with your account. This is
I shouldn't interfere in your game."
Miqianzi raised her head in shock, feeling that it was different from what she thought, and then she became embarrassed and said, "It's okay, Master."
"As long as you don't blame me." Qianhara Rinto was honest and sat down at the desk. He smiled and said, "You can go back to picking berries. You can go back by walking west. I won't talk too much."
"I'm too sensitive. In fact, Master wants to teach me how to play. I understand." Miqianzi replied obediently, and this was her sincere words. Master didn't seem to mean to force her to do anything, he just gave her
Some suggestions, but she accidentally overthought them.
Chihara Rinto smiled and said nothing more, while Michiko's attention quickly returned to the game. After hesitating for a while, she became interested in the new map. She stopped going back to pick berries and started walking east again, but
After a while, he suddenly said: "Master, thank you."
"What?"
"Thank you for...well, helping me kill the monster, and...this road seems to lead to the royal city. There is a maze here. Can I go in now?"
Qianhara Rinto dragged his script over again and said with a smile: "Let's take a look together."
"Okay, let's take a look together."
They discussed for a while, and the atmosphere was quite good. They all felt that it was quite enjoyable to play together. In the end, they felt that it was not appropriate to enter now. It was better to improve their strength first. This online game was so primitive that it didn’t even have a team system. In fact, it was almost the same as a single-player game, at most.
It can be regarded as a chat room function.
Later, Qianhara Rinto actually started to fulfill his responsibilities as a master. He would teach this unlucky apprentice how to play games when he had nothing to do. However, this apprentice did not have the temperament of Ganmonomei in this regard. He was quite studious and came to "class" every day as if he was being chased by a dog.
, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a week has passed. The filming of the first season of "Amazing World" has completely ended, and the shutdown ceremony will be held in the afternoon.
After receiving the notice, Chihara Rinto could only temporarily put down what he was doing, ended his "teaching" work, and returned to the studio. There was no other way. There were too many uncontrollable factors in TV drama shooting. As a result, the industry was full of feudal superstitions. This kind of