Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

While everyone in the team was busy, Yuan Zhisheng's mental state model was newly released.

The person in charge reports to Mai Shutoku.

Summary by Mai Shutoku.

"That is to say."

"Our targets are interested in the script."

The person in charge is an elegant-looking middle-aged man who wears plain glasses. His name is Toyama Kogan. He has obtained doctorates in psychology from Yale and Harvard. He is a guest of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. The once sensational boy K murder case, It was only thanks to Professor Toyama's psychological portrait of the suspect that the case was solved.

The most commendable thing is Professor Toyama's humility. As a living Sherlock Holmes in the eyes of many people, Professor Toyama always maintains a good attitude. Whenever outsiders ask, Professor Toyama always smiles and shirks away, claiming that what he has done is not worthwhile. He is just a mediocre person who works hard. If he is a real genius, his cousin is.

People always don't believe it and just think that Professor Toyama is too modest and even he is a mediocre person, so it is completely impossible for genius to exist.

The professor's cousin, another Toyama? Interested people also opened magazines and journals with interest to look for it, but looking back fifty years, there was no powerful figure named Toyama in the academic world.

Could it be that the mysterious Professor Toyama is studying in the isolated Hogwarts?

The more I study, the more I marvel at Professor Toyama Hongyan’s humility and wisdom.

Now this wise Professor Toyama actually appears in the office of the Cowherd store manager, leading his team to conduct a psychological profile on a Cowherd who has not yet made his debut. No one knows what methods Mai Shutoku used, she just acted as a boss When Whale saw that Professor Toyama, who only appeared in the newspaper, came to his office, in his mind, Mai Shutoku and Lu Mingfei were completely equated with the idiom of magical power.

"Of course I feel relieved when you do things."

Mai Shutoku flipped through the report.

"So, what I want."

"Well, there, get it yourself."

Professor Toyama looked in the direction indicated by Mai Shutoku, and saw a pile of A4 papers stacked randomly. Professor Toyama's eyes lit up, and his usually calm expression also became rippled.

Professor Toyama couldn't wait to pick up the paper, and tried to take a deep breath to calm down his excitement before looking at him.

Then he looked at the words on the document with an almost pilgrim-like piety.

The deputy was surprised and confused. What was wrong with Professor Toyama? He peeked at the documents curiously. Although he knew it was rude, he still couldn't suppress it.

This is the paper.

The deputy was even more surprised.

What paper is worthy of Professor Toyama showing such a gesture?

The deputy was even more curious.

Unable to do so, the deputy looked at the signature of the last paper.

Masashi Toyama.

It was like a bolt of lightning flashed across my mind.

The deputy remembered.

Could it be...this is the mysterious cousin of the legendary Professor Toyama!

Mai Shutoku knocked on Lu Mingfei's door with documents in hand.

"Enter."

Mai Shutoku turned the handle silently, and the sound of gear friction was kept to a minimum.

Mai Shutoku comes in.

After a quick glance, she lowered her gaze.

What a coincidence.

Lu Mingfei was changing Uesugi Eri's dressing.

Connect the suspension bottle to the retention needle, which contains glucose and normal saline.

Lu Mingfei sat by the bed, wrung out the warm towel until it was half dry, and wiped Eli's face.

Lu Mingfei's movements were very slow and serious, and his meticulous look had some indescribable charm that made people unable to help but be fascinated.

"Master."

Mai Shutoku stood behind Lu Mingfei and reported the report of the Toyama Hongyan team.

Lu Mingfei listened.

After Jiude Mai finished speaking, Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Our Amaterasu is very interested in your script."

"That is to say."

"Mr. Qingshan really got it right."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

Mai Shutoku's face darkened.

Even with her knees, she could guess what Lu Mingfei was thinking. It must be the incident when the Mr. Aoyama bomber dived and spat at her. Black history, black history. If Mai Shutoku could do it, she would really want to kill these people who were there at that time. One of them was Tu Tu Tu Tu, but it was a pity that she couldn't do it.

Lu Mingfei just smiled.

he continued.

"So it seems."

"It's really because of his younger brother that our Amaterasu is so decadent."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Mai."

"Where's Yuan Zhinu?"

"The script has been given to him."

Mai Shutoku said.

"Amaterasu's debut is scheduled for these days. I hope he can rehearse as soon as possible."

Lu Mingfei threw the towel back into the basin, splashing water drops.

"Don't do it for a few days."

"Just tomorrow."

Mai Shutoku hesitated, saying that tomorrow's time is too short. Maybe Minamoto no child can do it. There is no doubt about Amaterasu's learning ability, but what about Minamoto no child? There are so many lines in a script, and Minamoto is just an ordinary boy. He is not Kazama Ruri. It is already very difficult to memorize so many words in two days, let alone have to cooperate with Amaterasu's performance.

"what's on your mind,"

Just as Shuutoku Mai was about to blurt out her concerns, she noticed Lu Mingfei's gaze. Lu Mingfei was staring at Eri. Suddenly, Shuutoku Mai suddenly woke up. Yes, Tsukuyomi has been sleeping for too long, so for the young master, He said, maybe two days is too long.

Mai Shutoku smiled easily.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be so complicated, Master."

"Rehearsals and stuff are such a waste of time."

"When the time comes, just put Yuan Zhisheng in front of Yuan Zhisheng."

"Everything can be solved."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

"This is their brother's chance."

"The first show is scheduled for tomorrow, no need to say anything."

Mai Shutoku bit her lip.

"yes."

…………

Yuan Zongnu shut herself in her room and read the script over and over again.

It's been twelve hours.

Sakurai Kogure brought the food.

There was also a rice ball for lunch on the table, which was as cold as a stone and was not touched.

Sakurai Kogure changed the food silently.

The aroma spread in the room, and Yuan Zhennu moved her nose. This was instinctive, but his eyes still stayed on the script, and his chapped lips wriggled slightly, and Yuan Zhennu was reciting silently.

Sakurai Kogure knelt down behind Minamoto's daughter, her hands lightly climbed up to Minamoto's forehead, and gently rubbed her temples.

Yuan Jingnu's slightly frowning brows relaxed.

After closing the script, Yuan Jingnu tried to recite it. It was smooth at first, but soon she stumbled, and finally got stuck. After thinking for a long time, she hit her fist on the table, and her fist turned red.

Yuan Jingnu's heart was filled with huge frustration.

I'm so useless.

I don’t know how many times, Yuan Zhennu felt such emotion in her heart.

It's just a small script. If you change it to Kazama Ruri, you can memorize it after reading it hastily.

But what about him?

Half a day passed and I was still stuck on the first page.

Yuan Jingnu is well aware of the gap between herself and Kazama Ruri.

It's just that you can pretend not to see it at ordinary times, and if you can't see it, it doesn't exist.

But once faced with it, Yuan Jingnu felt a huge sense of powerlessness in her heart.

What Kazama Ruri could do easily, but he couldn't see the dawn of success despite all the hard work.

A chuckle rang in Yuan Jingnu's ears.

It's Kazama Ruri.

"How about it?"

"give it to me."

"It's too tiring to remember all this."

"If you let me come, you just need to sleep."

"Isn't this very relaxing?"

The young girl is indifferent, he is not afraid of suffering.

But Kazama Ruri's next words shook him.

"You have to think about it."

"If you can't memorize it, you won't have a share in the performance with Amaterasu."

"Isn't this the reunion you've been longing for?"

"Still the same way."

"Are you willing to miss it?"

Yuan Jingnu was really shaken.

Yes, he is not afraid of hardship.

But anything related to Yuan Zhisheng can scare him.

Yuan Zhisheng is his Achilles heel.

"grown ups."

Sakurai Kogure called him.

The young girl woke up with a start.

Minamoto took a few breaths and turned back to Sakurai Kogure with a tired smile.

He patted Sakurai Kogure's hand.

"Please don't be too hard on yourself."

"It's okay, Sakurai."

Yuan Jingnu took a sip of water and had no time to rest. She forced herself to cheer up and continued reading the script.

Of course, Yuan Zhinu understands the principle of combining work and rest, but time is really running out. Resting with him is too luxurious, and Yuan Zhinu can't wait to spend every minute and every second on the script.

Memorizing it is only the first step. You also have to perform it to be worthy of your brother. Minamoto Nako demands herself according to Kazama Ruri's standards.

Of course he knows that this is difficult. Minamoto is not an ordinary actress. Even a master who has been immersed in the entertainment industry for decades will be moved to tears by Kazama Ruri's performance. There is no such thing as a mere genius. It's not enough to describe, perhaps, it can only be said that the profession of actor is like being tailor-made for Kazama Ruri.

If she wants to reach the level of Kazama Ruri, Minamoto no child may not see hope in her whole life, let alone just two days.

But Yuan Jingnu didn't allow herself to slack off.

Yuan Zhinu understands very well that with his talent, he may not be able to see hope no matter how hard he works, but if he doesn’t work hard, he will definitely not be able to see Xiwang.

It is good to grit your teeth and move forward, even if it is just one step, this step is only one inch.

From day to night.

Kazama Ruri couldn't resist being hungry, so she reached out to grab a rice ball. The temperature was just right, neither cold nor hot. Minamoto Girl didn't care, she just stuffed it into her mouth, eating it in two or three mouthfuls, and then the next rice ball.

While dealing with her stomach, Yuan Jingnu didn't even raise her head. She was immersed in the script, her eyes fully focused. Although she was tired, she was surprisingly bright.

Minamoto no child had no idea how much effort Sakurai Kogure had put in behind the fact that she just grabbed a warm rice ball.

Sakurai Kogure wouldn't let Minamoto no one know.

Because in her eyes this is really a normal thing.

have nothing to say.

Sakurai Kogure knelt down next to Minamoto Girl.

Her sense of presence is very low and she will never disturb Yuan Jingnu.

The corners of Sakurai Kogure's lips raised slightly.

It was clear that Minamoto Seiko didn't speak to her, but Sakurai Kogure's eyes were full of satisfaction. It seemed that for this woman, just staying next to Minamoto Seiko like this and looking at Minamoto Seiko's side face made her very happy. .

Especially those eyes of Yuan Jingnu.

How charming.

Sakurai Kogure thought.

It is strange that the girl Mingming Mingming has never lit up the golden eyes and has just a pair of ordinary eyes. However, in Sakurai Kogure's opinion, these eyes are more beautiful than the majestic golden eyes.

Yuan Zongnu closed the script countless times.

He took a deep breath and tried to get his brain, which was frozen to a pulp, to move.

Yuan Zhennu began to memorize it silently.

Sentence after sentence.

Sakurai Kogure's expression changed slightly.

She found that the time it took for the adult to recite this time seemed to be longer than the previous times.

Sakurai Kogure realized something.

Not only was her presence felt, her breathing was also suppressed to the point of being almost inaudible this time.

It seemed that only Minamoto was left in this room, and Sakurai Kogure, who was kneeling behind him, seemed to be just a lifeless ice sculpture.

He continued to carry it.

The clock is ticking.

No stumbling, no jamming.

Yuan Zongnu has never been in such good condition.

One breath was extremely smooth.

Until the last word came out, Yuan Zhennu slowly opened her eyes, still a little unbelievable.

I actually, really did it!

Yuan Zhennu clenched her fist.

"Sakurai!"

Yuan Jingnu turned around excitedly.

"Yes, Master!"

Sakurai Kogure also laughed.

Outside the door, Lu Mingfei stretched.

"Not bad."

"In that case."

"Let me think about what I can do."

Yuan Zhennu seemed to hear a faint chuckle.

Is it Kazama Ruri?

But, what's surprising is.

Yuan Jingnu did not hear Fengjian Liuli's ridicule in this chuckle.

…………

late at night.

Fujiwara Kansuke opened the door.

He casts a huge shadow.

"oh."

Fujiwara Kansuke smiled.

"It is you."

"Uchiha-san."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded slightly.

"I'm really sorry for bothering you, senior, late at night."

"Uchiha-san came to see me. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yuan Zhisheng bowed slightly.

"I've always heard that senior is the most trustworthy person in Gaotianyuan."

"I have some doubts about performance, and I hope to get help from my seniors."

Fujiwara Kansuke's smile became even more ferocious.

This is a sign of his happiness.

"good."

Fujiwara Kansuke opened the door.

"Come on, Uchiha-san."

"Let's come in and talk."

Unable to resist such hospitality, Minamoto Zhisheng followed Fujiwara Kansuke into the door. Unlike his rough-looking figure, Fujiwara Kansuke's room was exquisite. The furniture and furnishings, as well as the placement of pens and ink on the table, were all neat and tidy, making it a pleasure to look at.

The bookshelves are full of various types, including comics, magazines, and professional books on psychology and astronomy. Judging from the dusty state, these books are not just decorations. Fujiwara Kansuke has read them carefully. On the bedside table is a large English book head, carefully sandwiched with a maple leaf label.

Yuan Zhisheng saw the calligraphy hanging on the wall, and the ink-stained "flower" was obviously written by the same person as the calligraphy in the humpback whale office.

"This is?"

"Oh, Uchiha-san must have seen it in the store manager's office."

Fujiwara Kansuke is making tea.

He glanced up and returned his attention to the task at hand.

"This is my humble work, and it is incomprehensible."

The tea cup was fiddled with by Kansuke Fujiwara.

Soon two steaming cups of tea were finished.

Yuan Zhisheng drank it and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"good."

He said.

"Senior, are you Mr. Inoue's student?"

Fujiwara Kansuke was surprised.

"Students really don't dare to take it."

"I was just lucky enough to follow Mr. and serve by his side for a period of time."

"Uchiha-san, you..."

Yuan Zhisheng smiled and changed the subject.

The Mr. Inoue they talked about was one of the country's greatest masters of tea ceremony. Being able to drink a cup of his tea was no longer a matter of money, it was a status symbol.

Even the newly elected congressman has to come and respectfully invite Mr. Inoue for a cup of tea.

And Mr. Inoue is just Minamoto's daily attendant who drinks tea and plays with the tea sets.