"This story..." Oda shook his head slightly while flipping through the script in his hand.
"What's wrong, Koichi?" Seeing Oda's slightly disgusted look, Shiraishi leaned his head over.
"I always feel that such an action is a bit unreasonable." Oda touched his chin with one hand and thought, "First of all, how could a mayor directly order the demolition of a swimming pool? If he really wanted to demolish it,
He should instruct the principal and then the principal gives the order. And since he has become a mayor, he must have done a lot of hard work in front of him. He cannot just throw away the students' petitions. If he has spies from other competitors, then
This matter will become a failure. Although I don’t want to see it, I will at least accept it with a smile and ignore it..."
"STOP!" Shiraishi interrupted Oda's thoughts, "Girls work together to save the school's abandoned swimming pool. Isn't this scene very romantic?"
"But this is unreasonable... There is obviously a better solution." Oda still couldn't understand the so-called romance Shiraishi said.
"Really, Xiaoichi." Shiraishi stretched out his hands and pinched Oda's baby cheeks, "You have read so many books, haven't you felt a little throbbing and your heartbeat accelerated when you read a certain plot?
Duan?"
"Yes." Oda nodded, "It's like in "The Count of Monte Cristo" when Edmond revealed his true identity to Villefort; in "The Last of Us" Judge Rogers revealed the entire truth through a letter at the end.
times; there are many, many more, which will make my hair stand on end or make my heart surge when I see them.”
"That's not what I meant..." Although Shiraishi has never read the two novels mentioned by Oda, but through Oda's words describing Shiraishi, he can also realize that what Oda thinks is exactly what he thinks.
It's not the same thing, "I mean, the kind of love at first sight or a romantic story."
"Not at all." Oda replied immediately.
"Eh?" Shiraishi's expression became a little surprised, "Is it really not once? Xiaoichi, didn't you read fairy tales like Snow White or Cinderella when you were a child?"
"I've seen it." Oda glanced up, as if thinking, "When I was a child, I might have thought it was quite romantic, but when I grow up and think about it carefully, it's actually a bit scary."
"Huh? Horrible, why?" Shiraishi didn't quite understand what Oda said.
"I heard that in the original original story, the seven dwarfs were not kind-hearted to save the princess, but coveted her beauty; and the prince had a hobby of loving corpses, so he was very disappointed when Snow White came back to life.
Come on." Oda deliberately lowered his voice, "Also in the story of Cinderella, Cinderella's two sisters cut off part of their own feet to try on shoes, and then they were pecked off by birds.
Eyes, Mai, if you think about it, such big eyeballs could be directly penetrated like this..."
"STOP!" Shiraishi put his hand directly on Oda's mouth, forcing Oda not to say anything more, "Really, don't you have any romance in your head, Xiaoichi?"
"So, what exactly is romance..." Oda vaguely uttered this sentence that had troubled him for a long time.
"Romance is..." Shiraishi wanted to help Oda solve this problem, but she suddenly found that she couldn't seem to give an exact definition of romance. She could only say casually based on her imagination, "It will make people happy."
People feel like their heart beats faster and their face turns red." After finishing speaking, Shiraishi seemed to want to add a little more confidence to himself, and added: "Yes, Xiaoshi, you must feel like this when you grow up.
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Oda wanted to refute, but that night six months ago suddenly appeared in her mind. Nishino's crying face and roaring words appeared in front of Oda's eyes as if they had just happened.
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"Right, Xiaoichi, you must have done it before." Seeing that Oda remained silent, Shiraishi thought that she couldn't refute, which meant that he finally won the round, and his tone became high-spirited.
"Maybe." Oda quickly ended the discussion on this topic, then raised his head and forced a smile, "Mai-chan, let's go prepare clothes, it seems that the shooting will start soon."
"Yes." Shiraishi nodded, and walked towards the clothing room with bounds like a child. He was obviously the older one, but compared to Oda, he was more like a person who was happy after winning the conversation.
Damn little sister.
"Oda-san, can you tie up your hair and let it peek out from the hat?" The costume staff looked at Oda wearing this outfit and sounded a little excited.
"Is it like this?" Oda changed his hairstyle according to the clothing staff's requirements.
"Yes, that's right." The costume STAFF nodded, and then handed the baseball bat in his hand to Oda, "Oda-san, try to swing it?"
"Like this?" Oda had no experience playing baseball before. He had only seen it on TV or played it in games. This was probably his first time touching a baseball bat.
"No." Seeing Oda's frequently erroneous swing posture, the costume staff shook his head, "Here you need both hands to hold the bat and then..."
"STAFF-san, I have learned batting before, let me teach Koichi." Shiraishi interrupted STAFF's slightly nymphomaniacal speech, "Ikku-chan and the others seem to have many outfits to try on.
"
"Okay then, I'll leave this to you." STAFF was a little reluctant to leave, but still entrusted this task to Shiraishi.
"So, how should I hold the Mai-style?" Oda was holding the bat with one hand, wearing a proper baseball uniform, and his specially tied hair showed a heroic spirit that Oda usually did not have.
"That...that...just hold the bat with both hands and put it in front of your shoulders." Shiraishi, who volunteered this time, was a little flustered, but he quickly adjusted himself and explained to Oda how to change it.
Hold the bat, "Then when you feel the 'whoosh' of the ball coming over, you swing the bat with a 'pop', and then you can hear the 'boom' sound of the ball flying out!"
"I don't know how to hit you when you say that." Oda put one hand on his forehead and complained, but he still followed Shiraishi's instructions to set up his movements.
"No, no, this side should be higher." Shiraishi suddenly hugged Oda from behind, using his height advantage to grab the front end of Oda's arm, and then guided Oda to exert force, "Like this
Just swing it and seize the right opportunity to hit it."
"I see." Oda nodded, but at this time her mind was not entirely on the bat in her hand. She didn't know why, but the pleasant fragrance on Shiraishi's hair was like a needle, insisting on going into it.
Oda's nose got into it; Shiraishi's ⌒-⌒, which was not particularly big but still had some weight, was also attached to Oda's back, and moved slowly with Shiraishi's movements, bringing a strange touch.
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At this moment, Oda really felt the feeling of a deer in his heart.