From White Box To Supervision

"Little Green, why are you only here now?"

Imai Green stuck out her tongue: "Sister Xiaokui, it's not too late to come now."

Stretching her head out, Imai Green saw Zhang Beichuan in the living room and whispered, "Sister Xiaokui, is this the colleague you mentioned earlier?"

"Um."

The two walked to the living room, and Miyamori introduced to Zhang Beichuan: "Beichuan-kun, let me introduce to you. Her name is Green Imai. She is a school girl two years younger than me, and she is also a very good friend of mine."

"Hello, Kitagawa-san, my name is Imai Green." Imai Green bowed.

"Hello." Zhang Beichuan also greeted her kindly. He had seen her, and he was one of the five members of the Miyamori Aoi animation club just now.

"Kikawa-kun, this is the person I introduced to you, and she is working hard as an animation screenwriter." Aoi Miyamori smiled.

"Anime screenwriter, amazing."

Animator, what do you say? It's not an easy position. Animation screenwriters are different from writers. Although they are similar, they are also the most important part of animation in the early stage. For newcomers, the early stage is the most difficult to get along. After all, animation companies will choose some famous ones. The veteran animation scripter.

After some conversations, Zhang Beichuan knew that she was still in college, but in daily life she would often write her own original script, and she lived downstairs in Aoi Miyamori.

"Mr. Beichuan, are you from China?"

"Is there any big difference between there and here?"

"I heard that everyone in your place knows kung fu, do you? Do you know qigong? It's similar to the Turtle School qigong."

As for Huaxia, Imai Green is very curious, and when she smells the question, she is always gushing about it.

Zhang Beichuan knew a little about Green Imai's characteristics in a short time, and he was curious about everything.

After answering some questions, Zhang Beichuan had a dry mouth.

"It's getting late, so I'll leave first." Zhang Beichuan hurriedly asked to leave as soon as possible.

"Beichuan-kun, it's still early, why don't you eat with me?" Miyamori Kwai said.

"No, no." Zhang Beichuan hurriedly declined, joking. Zhang Beichuan and Gong Senkui might still be able to talk, but for the two girls, for Zhang Beichuan, the single dog, the conversation just now was the limit. Go on, there is really nothing to say, and the atmosphere is expected to plummet by then.

After coming out of Miyamori Kui's house, it was getting late. Zhang Beichuan looked at the time. It was about noon, and his stomach was growling with hunger, but he really didn't want to eat the bento meal, and suddenly he thought of making meal.

But I don't even have a kitchen in that crappy place, so I'm going to be a ghost! You can't cook outside! Breathing fire with ninjutsu? Afraid not to go crazy, suddenly, Zhang Beichuan thought of a good place.

Getting on the tram, Zhang Beichuan came to a block, not too far from where Zhang Beichuan lived, and came to an ordinary apartment, but before going, Zhang Beichuan went to the convenience store to buy food.

It was just some basic eggs, celery, tomatoes, potatoes, etc. Then Zhang Beichuan walked into the apartment, walked up the elevator skillfully, and walked to the last door.

"Boom!"

Zhang Beichuan knocked on the door, but after a while, there was no movement!

Knock, still no movement!

"I bet I must be sleeping again." Zhang Beichuan muttered.

There was no way, Zhang Beichuan took out his mobile phone again, found a phone number and called.

beep...beep...

After a long time, a confused voice came from the phone.

"What are you doing! Let the farts go!"

"Open the door." Zhang Beichuan said concisely.

"You came to my house?" The voice was a little surprised.

"right."

"You are not welcome."

"Tsk." Zhang Beichuan clicked his tongue and said, "How about I call your editor and ask him to rush the draft."

"Hey, don't."

The door was suddenly opened, and a young man walked out, but his eyelids had dark circles that were heavier than Zhang Beichuan. Although he looked very young, he exuded a decadent aura, wearing a red panda pajamas.

"You look half-dead, and you watch too much at night? You look weak."

"Fuck off, how are you? You said Zhang Beichuan, how could I know you, a bad friend." Kinoshita Yuxin gritted her teeth.

"This is life!" Zhang Beichuan smiled and walked directly into the house.

When Zhang Beichuan met Kinoshita Yuxin three years ago, he met at an art exhibition, because they were both good at painting, and they were similar in their favorite styles, because the two became friends by chance, and they have been friends since then. became best friends.

"Oh, you're messy enough, so don't clean it up." Zhang Beichuan smiled at the mess on his workbench.

"I can't help it. Yesterday I spent a whole day doing pigeons, and I stayed up late at night to catch a sketch." Kinoshita Yuxin waved her stiff hand.

Kinoshita Yuxin's position is a cartoonist, or a serial cartoonist. Although it is not serialized in a first-line magazine such as Weekly Shonen Jump~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But it is also not a trash magazine, and its popularity is still high. good.

"Borrow your kitchen to use it." Zhang Beichuan pointed to the dish in his hand.

"Hey, did you get the consent of the head of my household? You can use it." Kinoshita Yuxin raised his brows.

"I'll make one for you. You don't look like you've eaten."

"Deal!" Kinoshita Yuxin said cheerfully.

"Then come to the kitchen and help me wash the dishes."

"I still need help!" Kinoshita Yuxin sighed.

Kinoshita Yuxin is basically a pure technical otaku. He is very good at painting, but basically he is not good at cooking. He can wash a dish at most, so this kitchen is basically new, but the seasoning is still quite complete. Yes, Zhang Beichuan looked at the refrigerator. There were basically no ingredients except for drinks. Fortunately, he had already bought it.

To be honest, Zhang Beichuan's craftsmanship is not very good, but he still knows a little about the most basic home-cooked dishes in China, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cucumbers, shredded potatoes with vinegar, three dishes, and some rice is enough to eat.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Zhang Beichuan admitted that he was quite satisfied, and said to Kinoshita Yuxin who was painting, "You can eat it."

After speaking, he ignored him, picked up chopsticks and ate.

"Wait a minute, why can't we eat without this?" Kinoshita Yuxin took out a bag of canned beer.

"Drink at noon?"

"Yes, is there any problem? Didn't you take a break?" Kinoshita Yuxin asked.

"Don't you want to draw comics this afternoon? Don't you have a deadline soon?"

Kinoshita Yuxin pointed at Zhang Beichuan and smiled, "Isn't there still you?"

Hearing this, Zhang Beichuan suddenly had a bad feeling.

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