[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

Akashi was forced to lie in the hospital for a week. Fortunately, Cangli had already prepared their identity documents for them, otherwise they would be sent out as black households before their injuries "healed up".

But this week, Akashi had a very happy life, allowing a lazy cancer to have a fair reason to lie on the bed and rest. Every day, he looked at the person in the next bed who was injured at the same time with his grateful eyes. The stranger began to doubt his own life.

After the murder case at the ski resort was over, Fu Sangshen and the others went to TKRB to watch the recording of Qingguang's talk show without being affected at all. These handsome people brightened up the dim recording studio Quite a few, the staff basically got into work after being dazed, but the peripheral vision of their eyes kept circling the swords and did not leave.

Could it be that these people are all TKRB's pre-debut artists?

If the strength of the company is ranked only by its appearance, TKRB is worthy of its sudden rise. Let alone all the people here, as long as you pick out a few and release them, they can cause a sensation in the entertainment circle.

Seeing Horikawa waving and greeting them under the lights, Qingguang and Anding immediately understood why this scene happened. The two of them were as nervous as if they were being watched by the leader. The script that they had memorized smoothly was stumbled, and the recording time was extended in a daze. .

As soon as the recording was over, the two rushed over and strangled Horikawa by the neck, and dragged him to the next house to talk. After learning that they went to the ski resort together today, Kiyomitsu's expression was obviously filled with envy.

"An Ding and I have been living in this world recently, and we haven't been back for a long time, let alone skiing with you. Now we have to wear masks and sunglasses when we go out."

An Ding took out the next itinerary, and found that the above work has been scheduled for a month, and the two of them still cannot return to Honmaru to rest in the next time.

"It's not easy to be an idol." Qingguang moved his shoulders, "With Fu Sangshen's physical fitness, I find it very hard. I don't know how the human beings survive in this world. If you have the opportunity, you must communicate with them. Relaxation technique, if this continues I may end up in early retirement."

Horikawa shrugged. The schedule of the Okita team was arranged by An Ding himself, and even the manager couldn't interfere. And with so many schedules, An Ding, a workaholic, took advantage of every minute. In addition, most people saw the post behind TKRB. Strength, of course, is also happy to extend an olive branch to make friends.

The Okita group is also the first group to debut in the company. Now that they are the only ones active in the whole company, the resources are even more inclined to them.

"However, the good news is that as you become famous, the number of time-traveling troops that appeared in the memories of the restoration of the first map has indeed decreased, and many new god judges have to put more energy into the later On the three maps, but the better thing is that the difficulty of the four maps released earlier is relatively average, and there have been no casualties for the time being."

Horikawa memorized a piece of information and showed a reassuring smile: "The actions of the two of you can really save history. Since this method is useful, the next step is to launch idols from other eras."

"Compared to that, are you and Izumi Mori really not going to join us?"

Qingguang bumped into Horikawa and tried to persuade: "We will arrange a small concert in a month's time. There are not many people, only a small venue of 1000 people. The main purpose is to give back to the fans. Previously, the two of you were the chorus on the same day. The popularity among the fans who came to visit is also very high.”

"I also intend to expand the number of people in the group."

An Ding added softly at the side: "The power of the two is still too small. Only when you stand here will you find out how many people don't care about history. Maybe it's because there are too few people who care about history, so the past becomes Objects that have been altered at will."

"Horikawa, Kiyomitsu and I need your help."

Horikawa was silent for a while, he looked at the firm eyes of his two companions, and couldn't say the words of rejection at all.

"Let's discuss it with Jian-sang when I go back." In the end, he responded, "Even if Jian-sang doesn't want to become an idol, I will help you with him. Besides debut, there are other ways to convey information, right? It’s like Mrs. Tang Jiu who keeps updating comics on the Internet, isn’t it also a way to correct wrong impressions.”

Kiyomitsu looked as if he had found a good friend, and patted Horikawa on the back vigorously: "That's right, Mrs. Tangjiu's manga is the best in the world. Although there are more of us in it, it still respects history and doesn't mess around with us." To delete and change the plot, can you ask the judge to help sign the wife in, so that you can see the update in advance. "

An Ding turned his back and smiled silently. It seemed that he had to continue to maintain the vest of the God Judge.

Turning around, An Ding saw Yamabukiri who was quietly poking at the screen of the optical brain at the corner. The other party did not know who he was writing a message to. There was already a large list on the screen, and he deleted them all and started from the beginning.

Yamabukiri's personality doesn't look like the type that would take the initiative to send messages to others.

Has he even started to change?

An Ding's footsteps paused, and he stepped a little harder and walked in the direction of Yamabugiri. It stands to reason that Yamabuchiri would notice when An Ding walked over, but all his attention was placed on the screen in front of him until An Ding stood there. It was only after he was beside him that he realized that he used his body to block the screen in desperation.

"...Actually, you can just close it once."

"closure."

Yamabukiri's face turned red, and he lowered the hood of the hoodie a little more. He apologized in a low voice, and walked around An Ding.

"A message to Lord God Judge."

An Ding read in a low voice, but he still saw some things, such as the title at the beginning.

"Horikawa, didn't the God Judge take Genji to another world? Can you still contact him now?"

"I haven't contacted about this." Horikawa thought for a while, "But the edited version of Tsurumaru's journey to another world is updated on the website every day, so there should be some way for the God-inspector to contact us."

Such an obvious thing, unexpectedly, only Yamabukiri realized it.

"Perhaps you can tell others after you go back that there is a high possibility that the interrogator will receive our message."

An Ding rubbed his fingers: "Genji, who is by the side of the god judge, has lost all sense of existence. Are we about to be forgotten by the god judge?"

"An Ding, you laugh a little scary."

Qing Guang fiddled with his nails and laughed: "But if the judge can receive the message, then I will send him everything I want to say recently, and I have been thinking about it for a long time."

"I always feel, the two of you, as if..."

Horikawa was thoughtful: "I will tell them about this, and by the way, I will urge the interrogators to come back earlier. There was no celebration party when the company was established before, and I will make up for it when they come back."

"It's better to ask if there is anyone who can contact Candlestick Cut. It's better to come back on New Year's Day. It's okay to continue his trip after New Year's Day."

After clearing the light, he added a sentence: "I heard that the judges have been running outside recently, and disappear as soon as the meal is served. If it is not possible, go to the next door Honmaru to borrow a candlestick. Cut Mitsutada and come back. It is better to eat dark dishes." Instant noodles are not good, if An Ding and I hadn’t been outside, I’d have made them for the judge.”

Every fusangshen knows that if you want to grab the heart of the god judge, you must first grab the opponent's stomach, and among the crowd, Candlestick Che has always stood at the apex of the god judge's heart by virtue of his excellent skills On the tip, no one can shake his position.

It is estimated that when he returns from practice, the competition will become more intense.

"It seems that we don't have much time left."

The inexplicable fighting spirit filled the air, and the passing staff were a little puzzled. Why did Qingguang and Anding both have burning expressions? Could it be that they were looking forward to the next work?

What a dedicated idol.

Yamabuchi returned to the bus in a hurry, and found that his behavior was really suspicious.

Didn't I just want to send a message to the judge, why did I run out from there as if I did something wrong.

Taking off his hat, Yamabuki wiped the sweat from his brow, and continued to call out the unfinished information to complete.

There are various things happening in the Honmaru every day, and Yamabukiri sees everything in his eyes, and he prefers to use words to convey information than to talk to the God-inspector.

Fortunately, the God Judge doesn't mind this kind of communication. Yamabuchi will reply every message seriously, so An Ding is actually wrong. It's not that Yamabuki has changed, but that he hasn't changed since the beginning. It's just that this time it was seen as a ready-made.

The long and long message of thousands of words was reduced to a few hundred words again and again. Looking at the final product, Yamabuchi felt that he had written an outline of the story, which was still the kind of story that was told in a straightforward manner without any highlights.

If the judge sees it, they should feel very boring and force themselves to reply, right?

Feeling that he was causing trouble to the other party, Yamabuchi slammed his head on the back of the chair in front of him with a bang, leaned back three seconds later, deleted all the content just now and edited it again.

Every time the mission is over, Yamabukiri always returns to his room silently alone. He will not miss any mission or training, but other than that, Fusangshin of Honmaru mostly does not see his face. .

He devoted the rest of his time to books and editing information.

Cangli used to secretly lie outside the window of Yamabuchi to observe what he was doing, and in the end he could only come to the conclusion that Yamabuchi was obsessed with studying and couldn’t extricate himself from it. After that, he would let Yamabuki accompany him to do some things, and others. Fu Sangshen had some contact, but he still couldn't change his squatting at home attribute.

It seems too cruel to force Fu Sangshen, who doesn't talk much, to become a courtesan.

Cangli finally decided to follow the rhythm of Yamabuchi, as long as he thought there was no problem.

However, there are many messages from Yamabuchiri in the mailbox, and the narrative style in it keeps changing, just like a person who has just learned to write articles is constantly switching his writing style in order to find the most suitable one for him.

But being able to take the initiative to send a message, Yamabukiri has grown up.

So the contact information between the two people was preserved.

The judge went to another world, and Yamabuchi was silent for a while. When he found Tsurumaru's program on the company website, his whole world lit up.

You can also get in touch with the god judge.

As before, Yamabuchi wrote a letter every day and sent it to the judge, and it didn't matter if he didn't reply, as long as the judge read it.

It’s just that what happened today is a little bit weird. Yamabuchi thought about it for a long time and didn’t know how to describe it. If it was said that Shi fell off the cliff because he fell asleep, he always felt guilty of arranging his colleagues behind the scenes, so he deleted it countless times. , and was discovered by An Ding later.

The fixed time for sending the letter was getting closer and closer, and the afterimages of Yamabagiri's fingers had been knocked out, and the words on the screen were like a waterfall, and a lot of them appeared in an instant.

After pressing send, Yamabuchi heaved a sigh of relief.