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Natsume Rin moved reluctantly, recalling the script in her mind.
By the time he got into position, the tripod over there was also set up, and following the director's orders, Natsume Rin entered the state of the male protagonist Natsume Rin.
With his hands in his pockets, he looked into the distance at the bright square, thinking of the promise he had made to his girlfriend. Now he was the only one left to hold on.
Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, sparkling in the light, and his handsome face also sang the praises of sadness.
"Card."
Natsume Rin, who was immersed in this atmosphere, looked at her in surprise when she heard the director's voice, and Mahiru also looked confused.
The performance was obviously very good, was there any need to stop it?
"minister?"
"It's already passed. Do you still want to shed tears here?" Yukinoshita removed the camera from the tripod, looked at Natsume Rin, and took out a handkerchief from her pocket.
"Thank you." Natsume Rin took it and wiped her forehead and tears.
Mahiru, who was a step slower, clenched her hands in frustration. Yukino picked up the camera and watched the harvest of tonight, and she was quite satisfied.
"Gudu."
Someone's stomach made an embarrassing noise, but Natsume pretended not to hear whose it was and invited the two members to dinner.
It's normal to feel hungry since you haven't had dinner and have been busy until now. I would ask you not to lower your head and keep silent like you have done something wrong.
Yukino nodded in agreement, showing the responsibility that a minister should have.
"My treat."
As expected of you, Yukinoshita-san, you resolved the awkwardness so easily!
Just two minutes later, looking at the bright lights and bustling scene outside, Natsume and the other two sat on a bench, each holding a box of fried noodles lunch, which always felt a bit funny.
As expected of you, Yukinoshita-san, you make everyone feel like an extra.
"If you have time to complain, you might as well think more about how to proceed with the next shoot." Yukino took a bite of the chopsticks, tasted the fried noodles and found it tasted pretty good.
She doesn't have much money to begin with, so how could she afford such expensive expenses?
"...Did I say anything just now?" Natsume Rin looked at Yukino through Mahiru in the middle, her face full of confusion.
Could it be that someone had learned to read minds without my knowledge?
"You have such an idea." Yukino said with certainty.
It seems that in today's Service Club, even having ideas in one's mind is not allowed. It can be renamed as Yukinoshita Yukino's private territory.
"Cough cough."
Sandwiched between the two, Mahiru coughed softly, making her presence felt.
"Hurry up and finish your meal and go home." Natsume Rin made a decision and decided not to stay outside to feed mosquitoes.
"Who has the tripod?"
"I would like to ask the minister to take it back, but can you carry it? You'd better leave it with me for now. If you have the chance, please exercise. I always feel that if you don't pay attention that day, you will end up in the hospital." Natsume Rin complained about her physical weakness.
This journey was more tiring than carrying the tripod back and forth. There was really no way to teach her a lesson.
"Hospital?" Yukino didn't care about his evaluation of physical strength. She pinched her chin and thought, "In fact, we can arrange a hospital scene. I have a lot of experience in this."
"Where is Yukinoshita-san's home?" Shiina Mahiru patted her belly. After feeling a good sense of satisfaction, she wiped the traces from the corners of her mouth and looked at Yukinoshita Yukino curiously.
"I run a hospital. I'll take you around if I have the chance." Natsume Rin said.
"...I'd better not take this kind of opportunity." Mahiru smiled bitterly, and after seeing that everyone had finished eating, she stood up on her own initiative.
The three people lived on the same road for a section of the road, so it was convenient for them to go back.
It was already very late at this time, and after leaving those bustling areas, the roads became much quieter.
"Shiina-san."
When they reached the crossroads where they were about to part, Yukino suddenly spoke up and stopped Shiina Mahiru.
"what?"
"Here's the script for you. You may have a lot to shoot during this period. Sorry for the trouble." She rubbed her temples with a woven bag on her shoulder.
Running around outside all day and doing moderate-intensity work with little rest time seemed to be physically exhausting for her.
Maybe I really should listen to Natsume Rin and take some time out to exercise?
This thought only lasted for two seconds before she shook her head and dismissed it. Yukino was particularly stubborn in this regard and believed that she could handle the troubles caused by lack of physical strength with her clever brain.
"Ah, thank you Yukinoshita-san." Mahiru took the script solemnly and prepared to read it carefully in her free time in the evening.
"Actually, you can change the name. It's already come to this, so there's no need to add the suffix 'classmate'." Yukino took the initiative to express her goodwill, which was rare.
"That's Yukinoshita?" Shiina Mahiru increased the scale step by step.
"Well, I'll go first."
Yukino nodded to Natsume Rin who was watching the show, then slowly left with her woven bag.
"The director is a very interesting girl." Looking at her back, Mahiru laughed.
"This is the first time I hear you call her minister. Why don't you call her to her face?" Natsume Rin said while carrying a tripod.
"Well, keep it secret for now. Go back quickly."
Mahiru poked her cheek with her fingers, pretending to be cute and acting coquettish, then trotted in front of Natsume.
Ah, although I know it's fake, it's really cute!
Chapter 87 Let’s go meet him
Mashiro Shiina was lying flat on the bed with a letter at her side. Outside the house, Nanami Aoyama was doing housework and kept complaining about this idiot in life.
No matter how many times she read it, Shiina Mashiro could not understand how there could be such a cruel person, so she picked up the letter again and read it again with confusion on her fair face.
Sincerely
Mr. Kousei Arima
I was with you just now, but now I am writing to you, it feels weird
……
I'm sorry I couldn't finish the kolli you gave me.
I'm sorry I always hit you.
I'm sorry I always act like a spoiled brat.
So many things and so many apologies.
thank you!
PS: My treasures are also put in the envelope. If you don’t want them, just tear them up and throw them away.
Miyazono Kaori
……
"Mashiro, what's wrong with you?" Before she knew it, Nanami Aoyama pushed open the door, holding the underwear she was about to change in her hand, and looked at the clear tears flowing down her face, and asked uncertainly.
It seemed like something had been wrong with the child since yesterday. Not only had he locked himself in his bedroom the entire afternoon, he also showed no interest in his favorite dinner.
"Ah." Shiina Mashiro wiped her tears belatedly, bent her legs and half sat on the bed, facing Nanami Aoyama with open arms.
"Hey, you're so grown up!"
Although she said this with disdain, she still walked up to Mashiro, looked at the aggrieved look of this cute child, and hugged her.
"What happened? Did someone bully you?"
This was Nanami Aoyama's first thought. After all, the painting genius was an idiot in life. Even the change of underwear had to be decided by her. It would be normal if she was really deceived by other people.
"Nanami, no, I just suddenly felt like crying."
After giving the breeder a contented hug, Shiina Mashiro cheered herself up, kicked off her old clothes with her legs, and started changing them in front of her.
"Don't treat me as if I don't exist."
Looking at the girl's glowing white skin, Nanami Aoyama blushed and turned away without looking at her.
"It can't be sudden. It clearly turned into this after receiving a package from you last night. Could it be something your family sent?"
With her back turned, she tried hard to guess.
After putting on the white lace bra with satisfaction, Mashiro held it with both hands to weigh the size, put on the shirt, and sat down in front of the workbench lightly.
"It has nothing to do with my family."
She paused and looked at Nanami, her eyes full of curiosity: "Nanami, if you were to die soon, what would be your last words to your lover?"
"What if?"
"Of course it's just a hypothesis. After all, Nanami, you're alive and well, idiot." Shiina Mashiro pressed her lips with the paintbrush.
"…Who is more stupid than you?"
Since it was a hypothesis, Aoyama Nanami thought about it seriously, "If it is really an incurable terminal illness, I should ask my lover not to mind and pursue his own happiness after I die."
"Maybe you'll recall some good memories with him? Damn it, I don't even have a boyfriend, it's really hard to answer this question when you ask me."
Shiina Mashiro blinked her big eyes and looked at her, clapping her little hands, her tone full of admiration.
"As expected of Nanami, so gentle. Anyway, I won't say anything to ask him to find someone new."
"What about you? What would you say if it were you?"
Having a deep understanding of her character, Nanami Aoyama was not surprised. She tidied up her messy bed and found the wrinkled letter next to the pillow.
"Nanami is so stupid. I don't even have a boyfriend, how could I consider such a question?" Shiina Mashiro stretched out his arms and legs, dealing with her lazily, while preparing to start drawing.
"Didn't we agree on a hypothesis? And I don't have a boyfriend." While she wasn't paying attention, Nanami Aoyama glanced at the beginning of the envelope.
Arima Kousei?
I don’t know him. Is there such a person in Sakurasou?
"Even if it's a hypothesis, I don't want to have a boyfriend, so the hypothesis is not true." She blinked and said naively.