Tokyo Literary Godfather

"Miss Arima?"

Arima Guixiang took off her sunglasses and said, "It's so hard to find you here. Why, won't you let us in? Are you going to turn away the guests?"

Fujiwara Kei turned sideways: "Nothing, please come in."

Arima Guixiang and her female manager walked in, Arima Guixiang looked at Kei Fujiwara's room, and said, "Your place is quite clean, I thought boys' rooms were as dirty as garbage disposal plants."

"You are so prejudiced." Kei Fujiwara shrugged helplessly.

"A small gift is not a respect." The manager bent over this matter, and offered the presents in his hand, which were high-end cantaloupe and a men's tie. Kei Fujiwara thanked after receiving the gifts: "You are too kind."

"You saved Arima-chan. I'm really grateful." The manager's eyes subconsciously glanced at Fujiwara Kei's arm. She was still a little scared thinking about it now.

If Kei Fujiwara hadn't pulled a hand on Katsura Arima and the lampstand had hit her on the head, she would probably have been disfigured.

Arima Katsura just won the Rookie of the Year title two years ago, and her popularity and career are steadily rising. If nothing happens, she will definitely become a superstar in the future. Once the appearance is revealed, I am afraid that the big career will disappear into thin air.

The manager's career is linked to the artist's. If something goes wrong with Arima Keixiang, she will also be in trouble.

Fans will scold her first: Why don't you protect Arima-chan! What kind of food do you need as an agent? After scolding you, take off your fandom with peace of mind.

"You're welcome, I'm just doing it."

Arima Keika sat on the sofa, took out the script from her bag, and handed it to Fujiwara Kei: "Here you go."

"Script?" Kei Fujiwara glanced down, "I'm on vacation now, and the stage should find you another actor to play with."

Arima Guixiang let out a long sigh: "It is true that I found another one, a standard stand-in actor. I feel like I am reading lines into the air all day, and I feel really uncomfortable."

"Arima-chan told me that Fujiwara-kun seems to have a lot of experience in acting. This is the part that Arima will be starring in tomorrow. She has memorized the script. But I want Fujiwara-kun to help her design some performances. ,please!"

Fujiwara Kei poured tea for the two of them, while Arima Katsura was holding the tea cup and blowing air, as if nothing happened. After thinking about it, she knew that Arima Katsura forcibly dragged her agent here. But the requests were all spoken by the agent.

Kei Fujiwara smiled, took the script, and after reading it for a while, looked up at Guixiang Arima, and after thinking about it, he said, "Miss Arima, actually I have some opinions about your acting style, I don't know Would you like to listen to it?"

Arima Keixiang put down her teacup and said, "Please speak."

So Fujiwara Kei talked about the routine of Arima Guixiang's performance. After listening to Arima Guixiang, she pondered for a while: "A thousand people are one and a thousand people are different...Fujiwara, your idea is very interesting."

Fujiwara Kei picked up a pencil and drew lightly on the script: "For this line, I suggest you match it with such an action..."

Arima Keika pricked up her ears and listened.

Forty minutes later, after almost going through the entire script, Arima Guixiang stretched her waist, looked at Kei Fujiwara and said, "By the way, Fujiwara, you are so good at acting, why don't you consider becoming an actor? You do How long has it been AD?”

"It hasn't been long, and it's still during the internship period?"

"Internship? How old are you, Fujiwara?"

"Twenty-two, to be precise, I haven't graduated yet."

"Ah." The agent covered his mouth with his fingers in surprise, "Are you a current student? This is really..."

"Fujiwara." Arima Guixiang's expression became serious, "You are very talented in acting, and you also have idol temperament in appearance. Not being an actor is really a waste."

Kei Fujiwara smiled: "Thank you for the compliment, but I have established my career ideals and will not change them."

Arima Guixiang sighed: "I know, what you said last time is to be a screenwriter, right? But to be honest, people's talents and interests often do not coincide. You have the talent to be an actor, but you are not an actor interest; you have the talent to be a screenwriter, but maybe..."

Midway through her words, Arima Keixiang pursed her lips and pointed at her nose and said she had no talent. This was too rude.

"Of course let's try it first, and then we'll talk if it doesn't work." Kei Fujiwara smiled slightly.

At this time, the agent took out a business card and handed it to Kei Fujiwara: "Actually, Arima-chan's idea is also my idea, Fujiwara-kun, if you change your mind, you can call me at any time. Our office is still in the entertainment industry. Since you are somewhat famous, I am willing to provide you with an acting contract."

Although he has no plans to become an actor, it is always impolite to refuse a business card. Fujiwara Kei took the business card: "Sorry, I don't have a business card yet."

"It doesn't matter." The manager smiled and turned to look at Arima Guixiang.

The two stood up, and Keixiang Arima put the script back into her bag. In fact, she was mainly here to visit Kei Fujiwara today, and she just took a look at the script.

The two said goodbye to Kei Fujiwara and left. When they walked past Kei Fujiwara's desk, Arima Guixiang glanced at the desk and found that there was a stack of bound papers on the table, and on the top paper were written "Bai Ye Xing" three big characters .

Is this the script he wrote? Arima Guixiang thought to herself, but didn't pay much attention to it, and walked out of the door with her agent.

Kei Fujiwara saw off the guests, Keixiang Arima stood outside the door, said goodbye to Kei Fujiwara again, and asked: "By the way, Kei Fujiwara, when can you come back?"

She has become accustomed to acting opposite Kei Fujiwara. Fujiwara Kei can always give eye-catching performances, which gives her a new understanding of acting.

"Two or three days. After the wound has healed a little and the gauze has been changed to reduce the risk of infection, I will return to the set." Kei Fujiwara said that although the stage gave him a day off, it was not a serious injury after all. If it affects his actions, it is impossible for the station and the production company to keep paying him wages to support him.

"That's good." Arima Guixiang said, subconsciously lowering her head and looking at the gauze wrapped around Fujiwara Kei's arm, remembering how he was bleeding profusely a day ago.

She raised her head and looked at Kei Fujiwara and said: "Fujiwara, thank you, thank you very much. I owe you a favor. If you need my help in any way, please feel free to ask."

Kei Fujiwara also smiled and said: "Then if I really become the chief screenwriter in the future, please ask Miss Arima to be my heroine."

Arima Keixiang was startled for a moment, then smiled: "It's a deal."

The manager stood behind him and said nothing. In fact, logically speaking, this was an invitation. It is not allowed for an artist to agree to a film contract without going through the manager because of personal relationships.

But Kei Fujiwara is just an ordinary employee now, and he is not a real screenwriter. The so-called dream of being a screenwriter seems a bit illusory for such a college student who has not yet graduated, and it is likely that it will not be realized. So the agent didn't mind too much. In her opinion, it was just a casual conversation between Kei Fujiwara and Keika Arima.