"Mr. Nakahara is coming too! Come, come!" The enthusiastic little tengu likes to be lively, and cheerfully waved to Nakahara who was standing quietly in the distance.So Maeda Toshiro also walked to the other side of the studio, and obediently invited Oda and his son: "Mr. Oda and Shinji want to play games together?"

Oda Sakunosuke, as an accompanying family member, looked at Shinji whose eyes lit up instantly, and he agreed without hesitation: "Ah."

After everyone who hadn’t had their turn to take pictures gathered together, Mikazuki Zongjin explained the rules of the game again, but this time he slightly modified the purpose of the game: “In order to make the waiting time not so boring, how about everyone playing for a while? "

The beautiful young man in blue smiled at Kunihiro Yamababa and said nothing, secretly gestured, and then turned around and announced solemnly: "Please speak out the words or sentences that come to your mind, each say one or two. In the end, we will choose one People come to compile these words into short stories—well, this game is also a test of memory, hahaha, after all, we don’t have materials for writing at hand.”

"Can any word be used?" Zhong Yuanzhong asked hesitantly, not quite sure.He plays 'mafia games' every day, how can he have the experience of sitting with a group of people peacefully and playing real games so seriously?This made him very uncomfortable.

"You can say whatever you want, as long as it falls within the scope of one sentence." Although she said so, Mikazuki looked at Yamabuki Kunihiro questioningly with smiling eyes, as if confirming his situation.

"..." Yamabuchi Kunihiro tugged on the sheet and bowed his head in tacit agreement, and he was energized 12 times.

He knew that he must be the last person chosen to make up the story. In order to divert his attention on the court, Sanriyuedian would probably train him a few times first.

"'Black//Hand/Party/Leader.'" Zhongya Zhongya blurted out.

Everyone was sitting in the waiting area outside the studio, proceeding clockwise according to the circle surrounded by the chairs, the next one to talk about was Shinji, the little boy was a little restless, his fists were tightly clenched on his knees, he thought For a long time, he said shyly: "'I want to become Toujian Fusangshen.'"

This sentence caused other people to look over in surprise, Shinji's face was a little red, he mustered up the courage to explain in a low voice: "Because... because I think the Touken Fusangshin in the plot are powerful and handsome."

"Who does Shinji like the most?" Imaiken suddenly regained his energy and asked curiously.

"Crush Hasebe!" Shinji shouted firmly.His eyes looked in the direction of Hasebe, and among the surprised and teasing eyes of others, only the little boy's eyes were full of admiration and trust: "Mr. Kuroda's Hasebe is very handsome! His eyes are always very powerful. He is very handsome, very firm, and he likes... the God Judge."

When it came to the end, little Shinji was already embarrassed and lowered his head, but he insisted on finishing his words in a very low voice, "...so I want to add the word 'press cut Hasebe'."

"This." Hasebe scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, his cheeks were hot.It may be because he and the juvenile god judge had a plot against each other. Before acting in the stage play, he also met several members of the Oda family as "Mr. Kuroda", and the relationship was not bad.So recently Hasebe always likes to play with Shinji for a while, to cultivate more relationships.

He didn't expect to hear such an answer now.

"..." The young man with chestnut hair looked away at a loss, and his embarrassment caused a burst of good-natured ridicule from everyone.

Then it was Oda Sakunosuke's turn.The red-haired man who looked like a decadent uncle just quietly watched Shinji speak, his expression was slightly gentle and relaxed, and he said a word without thinking: "'Shy.'"

Now Shinji was even more embarrassed, his cheeks flushed, he lowered his head and buried the top of his furry hair in the script book.

"'Foxosuke!'" Foxnosuke shouted happily.

Maeda Fujishiro: "'Eight inches.'" This is the approximate length of his short sword.

Zong San’s eyes were dim in Zuowen, and his words were meaningful: “‘Raising pigs.’ ‘A group of people.’”

"How come you don't get 'Amajiu' when playing games!" Fudo Xingguang said loudly, but this time he didn't mention 'Nobunaga' directly, but hesitated for a while, and added another word in a somewhat depressed way, "' Former Lord.'"

"Hahaha..." Sanriyue said with interest, "'There is no scabbard.'"

"Wait, it's too, too much." California Qingguang frowned in embarrassment, he tried to remember, and objected, "Is there really anyone who can remember all of them? There are still many of us who haven't said anything."

"You can remember." Baishan Jiguang said expressionlessly, with a very flat and determined tone.

California Qingguang was choked by him and had nothing to say: "..."

"Well, memorize it first and then organize it freely. This also tests the ability to respond." San Riyue smoothed things over, "I will say two more in the future, and the rest will be accumulated in the next round."

Sanriyue Zongjin had his own considerations. Using their swords and swords to pay for their memory, it was very simple to memorize all of them and finally think about organizing the plot in their minds. The important thing was how to delay the appropriate time and divert attention.In the state of Kunihiro Yamababa during the filming, he had to concentrate on another matter, even forced to the point of being in a hurry, so that he would forget about stage fright.

So he needs to try Yamabuchi Kunihiro's state first, and then he can judge better.

Mikayue's eyes met Jinjian's. Little Tengu was self-taught in this respect. He instantly understood, raised his hand and said happily: "'First banquet!'"

"Oh——does this remind you of the banquet some time ago?" Yamabuku Kunihiro also smiled, he thought about it, and said tactfully, "'Dirty sheets.'"

Yamabuki Kunihiro looked up at his brother sensitively, and wrapped the sheets around his body tightly in refusal.

...no one can take his sheets from him!He is suitable for such a dirty white cloth!

So far, there have been more than a dozen short sentences, and everyone has recited them silently for a while, mixed with the noisy voices of asking each other, forming a buzzing sound.Foxnosuke asked quietly: "Master Yamabukiri, do you remember? Here... the bell has a storage function, so I can play it back for you to understand."

"No need." Yamabuchi Kunihiro shook his head after being silent for a while. Although he was a little unfamiliar, he managed to memorize it all. "The more difficult thing for me is how to make it into a story."

"Well...that's right, this is also a difficult problem for Foxnosuke!" The little fox was stumped all of a sudden, and now it can't do everything it wants to do to help Yamaba.

After a short and tense recitation, everyone unanimously agreed that Yamabagiri Kunihiro should be selected as the player in the first round—those who know the sword have no objection, and those who don’t know the sword also habitually think that they can choose the initial sword.

"Yamabagiri, are you ready?" Mikazuki asked caringly.

"...Yeah." Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro took a deep breath, even though he was completely confused, his face was still very cold and calm because of nervousness, he stood up slowly and walked into the circle surrounded by everyone's chairs , stand still.

"Come on, brother!" Yamafuku Kunihiro cheered.

Little Shinji was amused, in his opinion, everyone is too dedicated, and every action is still carried out according to the characters in the plot.

"A person who wants to become Touken Fusangshin is called Yakiri Hasebe. He was at the first banquet he attended..." Yamabuakiri said a little jerky, his mind was thinking quickly, intermittently began Tell the story, "Meet an eight-inch-tall fox by chance."

Fox's help: "???"

"Press and cut Hasebe to ask Fox Nosuke... What kind of god do you serve? Fox Noosuke replied that its former owner was a black/hand/party leader who liked to raise pigs. Hasebe immediately agreed By the way, I’ll raise a group too.”

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He couldn't help recalling a past event.When he reported the sword gods to the leader, the leader wanted him to go sell pigs with him.Is the leader really...

"?!" Hasebe also covered his forehead in shame, buried his head in pain and wanted to hear it but struggled to hear it, "..." So the pig's retribution is still on him?Why is he also having trouble with pigs in the story!

"Foxosuke replied, it's not enough to just refer to the behavior of my former master. You have to find what you lack in order to become a god. Yaki Hasebe thought for a while and asked: ... I think I am very similar to Toukenfu Disappointed, except for the 'no scabbard' bit. Are you talking about that?"

"—No, except that you don't have 'shyness'. Foxnosuke answered him angrily."

The story told by Yamabuchi Kunihiro was dry, Tsukimune Mikazuki looked on with satisfaction, and he found that even if the young man in the white sheet stood among the crowd and was stared at, he didn't react at all, because the other party was completely absorbed in making up the story .This is what Sanriyue wants to see.

The short story that Yamabuki Kunihiro racked his brains to make up is coming to an end:

"Kakiri Hasebe skipped this topic, and asked again, did your former master like amazake?" "Foxosuke said, no, he likes dirty sheets..."

Speaking of this, Yamabuki Kunihiro's speech speed suddenly slowed down.The expression on his face became blank, and the white-covered young man stood blankly in the field.He began to realize ominously that when he seemed to be making up a story... accidentally said something with hidden meaning?

"...?!" Hasebe also almost broke out in a cold sweat for a moment, but his reaction speed was very fast, and he slapped the table almost instantly, and before everyone thought about it, he began to explode in anger: "What are you What do you mean?! Substitute your own preferences into the story, arrange it arbitrarily... ahem, arrange Hasebe! Is it interesting?"

The chestnut-haired youth asked coldly.

He almost forgot that there was an unsuspecting Oda father and son sitting beside him, so he quickly put on another vest and wandered around before daring to let it out.

"Aren't you the one who put your own emotions into the story?" Yamabuchi Kunihiro also asked coldly, he was so nervous that he tried hard to cover up what he just said with Hasebe, for fear of being smart Whoever thinks of it, thus revealing his identity.

For example, a certain... Sanriyue Temple.Sanriyuedian had a thoughtful expression from just now, thinking about something in silence, which made him nervous.

——Fortunately, Higakiri-den, Kumaru-den, and Tsurumaru-den were not there, and they were all called to take makeup photos.

The young man under the white blanket was nervous.

The sudden breakdown of the relationship between the two has indeed diverted everyone's attention.Others stood up and tried to persuade the fight: "Calm down." "Shan...Mr. Kinoshita and Mr. Kuroda, you all calm down, just play a game."

Hachisuga Kotoru was full of sympathy for Hasebe while persuading him, and quietly looked at Yaken Toshiro: "...Fortunately, we don't need this. '

Yao Yan nodded silently.

——Following Hachisuka Toru's persuasion, Hasebe and Yamabuki Kunihiro stopped stiffly, still staring at each other, asking each other what to do with nervous eyes, and they felt that this was not right when they started arguing A good option.Today, it's not just Daojian Fusangshen who is present, it's not good to have such a quarrel.

Little Shinji looked at this scene in confusion, he was not frightened, but puzzled: "...?"

why?Kinoshita brother and Kuroda brother have a good relationship when they appear alone, but they always quarrel in front of others.The little boy lowered his head again, thinking he had figured it out.

Maybe this is like a secret between their children and Odasaku.In the past, they usually had to pretend that they didn't know each other, otherwise they would be in danger.Only in private can we reunite with Oda... Although he doesn't know the specific reason, Brother Kinoshita and Brother Kuroda have their own little secrets!

So little Shinji mustered up his courage, and awkwardly tried to help change the subject: "Well, Oda Saku should make up a story too!"

"Yes." Oda Sakunosuke agreed thoughtfully.He was working on the crew during this time. Although he didn't start writing the novel he wanted to write, director Suzuki gave him a lot of inspiration in the plot and gave him an idea.

… Seems like it would be nice if he started writing short stories now.

The author has something to say: Hahahaha this time the vocabulary is [mafia leader] [want to become a sword Fusangshen] [press cut Hasebe] [shy] [Fox nosuke] [eight inches] [pig raising] [ A group]【Amazake】【Former host】【No scabbard】【The first banquet】【Dirty quilt】

Cover my face, I found this game can test the poverty of my imagination.

感谢在2021-01-3023:32:37~2021-02-0101:04:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Zhuqing and Lianyue one;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使:一只李子精40瓶;暮恋伊薰22瓶;绿肥红瘦8瓶;哟~少年、我今天就要lv了他5瓶;大纯阳占星师、橘子好酸!、伍1瓶;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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