[Comprehensive] I'm in Yokohama as a soul-saver

Go, bowed his head and chuckled like the first love in a dream.

"Here we come! We've got it! Buy one get one free! The boy is as good-looking as I imagined, and this girl is also good enough to make her debut! I found a treasure!" Yamamoto Shin couldn't calm down. Now, I excitedly grabbed the photographer's hand, "Hurry up, don't let them go!"

"Mr. Yamamoto, you are holding my hand, how can I hold the camera!"

As soon as these words came out, Yamamoto woke up a little bit, let go of his hand and coughed, straightened his clothes and walked up.

"Young girls, hello, I'm Makoto Yamamoto from Tokyo Minghui Entertainment Company, are you interested in developing in the entertainment industry?" Makoto Yamamoto eagerly handed them his business card.

"Scout?" The boy, that is, Akutagawa, had a cold face, but outside of the mission, he didn't say anything against him, but just glanced over indifferently, "Bored. Silver, let's go."

Yin responded, and then politely refused, "I'm sorry, my brother and I already have a company."

"Have you already had it?" After repeated encounters with Waterloo, Yamamoto Shin was shocked to the point of being in a trance, but he was still strong and did not show it in front of others, but asked unwillingly, "May I ask which company it is?"

"Hong Kong Black Entertainment Company." The girl with long hair and white dress pursed her lips and smiled sheepishly.

scout's day

"Hong Kong black entertainment company?" After the Gaoyan brothers and sisters left, Yamamoto repeated the name of the company several times, and the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he was, "I have never heard of the name of this company? It should be something unknown It’s a small company, damn it, I should fight for it again!”

"Mr. Yamamoto, I think...forget it." A drop of cold sweat dripped from the photographer's forehead.

"Forget what?" Yamamoto Shen glanced at him, took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album, and turned to the next chapter of photos, "I still have several goals here, and this is only two failures. Just started!"

The next photo on his phone was a man between a teenager and a young man, with slightly curly black hair, bandages around his neck and hands, and a particularly aura of black suit coat.

The scene of the photo should be a bookstore. The person was pulling out a book with a red cover from the bookshelf. He probably noticed that someone was secretly taking pictures. While pulling out the book, he raised his eyes and looked over wearily, with a half-smile on his lips. radian.

Shin Yamamoto flipped through the pictures of good-looking teenagers and girls he found from various channels on his mobile phone, immersed in the dream of the idol group, unable to extricate himself, the photographer brother poked his head to take a look, his expression gradually became strange.

Not that he knew the people in the pictures.

Although the photographer is from Yokohama, he has never been in contact with the black area since he was a child. The black forces in Yokohama are limited to his parents telling him not to run around and not to go close to any place since he was a child. After graduating from university, he went directly to Tokyo. For work, there is even less contact with these.

He just felt a little bit of the vision of Yamamoto Shenxuan...

Shin Yamamoto, a gold medal scout, why does he pick people so strangely?Looking at these photos, they are all pretty good looking. I don’t know how much taller than Xiao Xianrou, the popular idol in the entertainment industry. The unique identification also has the potential to become popular, but look, each one of them Does it look like a normal person?Just the bandaged man he was looking at right now.

Bandages = suicidal tendencies or working in a job that is often injured = psychologically problematic or difficult to mess with.

The aura looks dangerous.

How could it be an ordinary person!

The photographer used the innate intuition of Yokohama people to make the above analysis, and began to think in his heart how likely it was to slip away with the excuse of feeling uncomfortable.

But before he could think of an excuse to escape, the person in the photo appeared.

Shin Yamamoto excitedly picked up the cameraman and ran over.

"Hello, what's your name, sir? Are you interested in developing in the entertainment industry?" Shin Yamamoto eagerly stopped that person.

But what this person is wearing today is not the black suit in the photo, but a sand-colored long coat, which is completely different from the tired and dangerous look in the photo.

"Me? My name is Dazai Osamu." The young man named Dazai Osamu was unexpectedly very cooperative after being stopped, and asked enthusiastically after hearing Yamamoto Shin's words, "I am very interested in the entertainment industry, sir Is it a scout? What do you think I am suitable for?"

Dazai's active cooperation made Yamamoto Shen very happy, and felt that success was just around the corner.

He looked at Dazai and thought for a while, and felt that he might be more suitable as an actor than boy group idols. Leaving aside his acting skills, Yamamoto Shin felt that he had a good eye for whether an actor had aura, and Dazai in front of him Obviously belong to the type of super aura.So he replied firmly, "Actor!"

Still the kind that can dominate the screen.

After hearing this, Dazai wowed, turned his head happily and said to the person walking beside him, "Dan, did you hear that? Mr. Scout said that I have the potential to be an actor!"

When he said this, Yamamoto Shin noticed that there was another person next to him, but that person kept silent, and Yamamoto's attention was all on Dazai from the beginning so he didn't notice it.

But once you notice it, it's hard to look away.

The dark blue hair is tied into a handsome and capable high ponytail, the kimono of the same color and the wooden knife pinned to the waist, it looks like a Taiga drama... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh This hairstyle is not worthy of beauty.

If other people do this kind of dress, it is easy to appear that the momentum cannot support the clothes, and it will look like a cosplayer who doesn't care about it, and you can tell at a glance that you are imitating, but this person walks with a straight back and a straight posture. It is casual and natural, without any tension. This kind of posture like a real samurai cannot be easily performed by people who have not practiced swords all year round.

Yamamoto Shen's current mood is the same as saving enough stones to draw a limited ssr pool, and then not only draws a limited ssr in the limited ssr pool, but also suddenly draws a hidden ssr that has no exposure and release information at all.

If you put a song like this in the entertainment circle, you don't even need to f*ck the character design, it's a godsman design in itself!

"Then go, I think you'd be good as an actor, maybe you'll come back with an actor at some point." Hiding the ssr...ah no, the warrior with dark blue hair said casually, maybe because he's used to all kinds of things. All kinds of scrutiny, in the face of Yamamoto Makoto, the excitement contained joy, and the joy contained apprehension in the scrutiny. He just glanced over casually, then looked away as if he was not interested, and took a step to the side.

Yamamoto Shin didn't know that what Ah Taki was thinking was actually——

[It's okay for a girl to look at me like that, but it's weird that such a big man looks at me like that...]

"Forget it, I still like my job now, being an actor is too troublesome." Dazai shook his head, and said quite naturally what others would hear, "If you become a public figure, you can't think of committing suicide. committed suicide~"

"You can't commit suicide during working hours here, have you forgotten?" Ah Long replied indifferently, "It's not okay to fail in pursuit of suicide."

"It's different~"

The two of them didn't say a word, which made it impossible for people to get in the conversation.

"Then, Mr. Samurai, is he interested in developing in the entertainment industry?" Yamamoto Shen saw that the two were about to leave, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "If you are willing to come to the entertainment industry, the resources basically have no overlap with other actors. , the prospect of development is very good!"

"I'm sorry, but if I have to choose to rely on my face to make a living, I will still choose to work part-time at the Cowherd's shop. This is easier, just to make the rich woman happy." The seemingly decent samurai was asked by Yamamoto Shin He stopped and turned his head, thought for a while and gave a serious answer.

"Yeah, me too, I agreed with Dana that we would go to the Cowherd's restaurant together~" Dazai also agreed with a smile.

What happened to my limited ssr and hidden ssr!Why do people who can rely on their faces now want to go to the Cowherd's shop to coax rich women?Is the entertainment industry going cold? ?

Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

Shin Yamamoto lowered his hands weakly. The confidence he had when he first came to Yokohama was hard to maintain under the successive blows. He began to think about whether he was really suitable for the job of scouting.

It's so difficult!Being a scout is so hard! [choked up]

"Mr. Yamamoto, are you okay?" the photographer asked carefully.

"I have something to do, what kind of talent scout am I? Wouldn't it be good to be the manager of the Cowherd's shop!" Yamamoto Shen gave up on himself.

"Mr. Yamamoto, don't give up! Aren't there still a few candidates? Not everyone wants to be a cowherd!" The photographer who originally disapproved of Yamamoto's coming to Yokohama to find new talents saw him being beaten like this, but instead In turn comfort him.

"No, I don't deserve it. I thought I got the limited ssr and hidden ssr, but in fact it's not mine. I'm just a miserable loser."

Mr. Yamamoto was hit a bit hard this time, and he even said such words.

The photographer was muttering in his heart. When he looked up, he saw a young man wearing a hat coming out of the bar across the street. He threw his coat over his shoulder with one hand and held his hat with the other hand. He had warm orange hair. The clear cobalt blue eyes are like a glass of drunk