As a screenwriter, I don't understand you very well

Ye Qing looked at Director Zhong who was dragging a suitcase with many people behind him, and raised his eyebrows: "Director Zhong? You're here too."

The woman raised her eyebrows, and asked casually: "Why did you come here when you are not staying in the country for a leisurely remote command?"

Director Zhong scratched his head: "I can't help it. I suddenly received news...Our variety show will not be limited to Yokohama, but also several other places in the island country. I will come here first."

Ye Yinghou's eyes sank.

really.

For some reason, the sense of existence of the hijacking incident has been infinitely weakened. As far as she knows, even domestic public opinion is not that prominent.As long as you don't mention it, everyone seems to have forgotten about it.

Moreover, in the past few days, she has tested the people around her vaguely, and found that they have no impression of the thrilling happening in the lounge at that time.

Simply creepy.

After probing her words, she probably understood that in their eyes, this company was still just an ordinary port trading company and security company.

And Chebao was still the true young master in their impression.

It was as if everything was just her own imagination.

"By the way," Director Zhong looked behind Ye Yinghou and counted them, "Why are there only seven? Xiaoye, where's your child?"

"Ah, he..." He will not participate in the follow-up variety show.

Ye Yinghou was worried about the young man's body, before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by a voice.

"Here it is. Director Zhong, is there something for me?" The slender and graceful silver-haired boy walked out slowly.

Director Zhong's eyes lit up.

The teenager's usual loose hair was tied high behind his head and tied into a long ponytail. He was wearing a close-fitting black shirt on his upper body, black suit pants on his lower body, and a white windbreaker.

The gray-blue eyes are lazily opened, the pale skin matches the black body, the whole person looks fragile and beautiful, but also mysterious.

Director Zhong didn't say anything on the surface, but he was feeling emotional in his heart.

Even if this true young master doesn't have any outstanding abilities, it doesn't matter.

He has a face! !He looks good! !Isn't that enough! ! !

"Ahem," Director Zhong coughed twice.Seeing that people were gathering here, he slowly said, "Then, since I'm here——Bao Ming's task of hosting is entrusted to me."

Bao Ming, who was leading Xiao Baozhi: ...? ?

Why?God knows that in Director Zhong's programs, the host is often the least persecuted... ah.

Director Zhong, why are you taking my job...! (choking.jpg)

Regardless of the condemnation in Bao Ming's eyes, Director Zhong said with a smile, "Then, the first project is still the old tradition - don't rely on your previous property, confiscate all communication equipment, and live in this place! Three meals or something , you have to rely on your own labor to live~ After all, labor is the most glorious!"

Everyone: ...OK.

"The translators on your body..." Director Zhong touched his chin.

Facing everyone's nervous eyes, Director Zhong seemed to be merciful: "Let's keep it for now. But when we arrive in country Y, we have to take it off."

Wu Huai: "? Do you still want to go to country Y?? There is no..." in the contract.

Under Director Zhong's gaze, Wu Huai silently shut his mouth.

Gee.

"Then!" Director Zhong patted the table, looking at a group of well-dressed people, "—please start! You can form an alliance."

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"Ah." Bao Ming looked at the sky.

The result is this.

Their family and Xie Yun's family became a group...

There is no way, Wu Huai strongly demanded that if he forms an alliance, he must be with his goddess, even if Yun Che is worthless(?).

Originally, Bao Ming also wanted to be in a group with Ye Yinghou, because somewhere, someone always told him that only the group with Ye Yinghou could he eat meat.

As a result, Wu Huai took the lead.And it's impossible for him to really let Xie Yun and the others be in a group, and the three of them will be in a group. It's too ugly when it's broadcast like this.

—Yes, broadcast it.

The format has changed, and it has become a recording and broadcasting, which made the whole group feel a little better and comforted.

In this way, if something unexpected happens, it will not be irreversible.

"The library over there seems to be recruiting temporary workers." Bao Ming held the little bun and raised his chin towards the right side of the road. "This job shouldn't be too tiring. Go and have a look there!"

So the four of them walked towards the library that looked very tall.

Unbeknownst to them, as they lifted their feet and walked that way—

On the building next to them, two people said something into the headset.

"Well, yes, Mr. Ango..."

"Target is heading in the direction of the library."

In the secret base of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the library, the man with a mole on his mouth pushed his glasses calmly, and whispered to the people next to him: "It's them. Please be sure to keep an eye on their whereabouts and ensure their safety." Safety."

"Yes!"

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the other side.

The other two groups, who were walking aimlessly on the street, were chatting casually.

The photographer who followed also dutifully recorded every frame of the picture.

"Don't miss it when you pass by—play games and win big prizes—" The four were attracted away by a prominent, elongated voice.

The one who yelled this was a young-looking boy.

With this strange slanted bangs that seemed to be bitten by a dog, from the expression on his face, it can be seen that this somewhat shy boy tried his best to break through the defense line in his heart before he yelled.

Ears are red.

Beside him, a girl with dark blue hair and a red kimono who looked as delicate as a puppet handed out leaflets with a blank face and said in a flat voice without any ups and downs: " Welcome. Come, play a game."

The girl's eyes suddenly looked straight at the four of them: "You guys, do you want to play?"

Seeing Wu Huai's expression of high spirits but also a little afraid to go forward, the girl added: "It's free, no money required."

Wu Huai: "Okay little sister! Come here!" Then he turned his head and patted his brother directly, "Brother! You go!"

Wu Xuan: "...you are so interested, why don't you go."

"Brother, you are better than me! So of course you are the one to go—" Seeing Wu Xuanxuan's cold profile, Wu Huai urged, "Oh, just treat it as a joke, and it doesn't cost money to try it."

Wu Xuan hesitated for a while, then stepped forward and said, "Then, little sister, what kind of game is it?"

Atsushi Nakajima at the side breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly glanced at the silver-haired boy.

this!He is the boss of Mr. Oda's family! !No wonder being a star... really beautiful! ! !

But he quickly remembered Mr. Ranpo's instructions, so he looked away honestly, and said seriously to the martial artist in front of him: "It's a competition with Mr. Ranpo."

Quan Jinghua took out a monitor, on which was a video.

The famous detective with a baby face and wearing a British-style detective uniform was still chewing something in his mouth, and his voice came through the monitor in a vague way: "Well, wait for me for a while...let me swallow this...OK."

Edogawa Ranpo wiped his mouth, and said: "Let's start the game! As long as you beat me...no," Ranpo shook his head, "As long as you can answer one question correctly, you can come to the Armed Detective Meet us! Short-time work and room and board are available!"

Wu Xuan: ... Is this here, looking down on him.

Just answer one question correctly?

He glanced at the detective who was full of childishness all over his body, and smiled. He didn't think about why the reward items that he just said in disorder were exactly what they needed: "Okay."

"Are you sure you can make the decision?" No way, it looks really young.

Edogawa Ranpo nodded: "That's natural! Master Ranpo always keeps his word!"

"...Okay." Wu Xuan glanced at the camera beside him.

He hesitated for a while, and for the sake of the show, he said: "Little friend, don't cry when you lose." Yes, although I don't know what to compare, Comrade Wu Xuan is already very confident.

Anyway, he graduated from a relatively good 985 back then... and even if it was related to physical strength, as a martial arts actor, he didn't panic at all.

Qian Yuche who was silently listening to the conversation at the side: ...very good.

Very courageous. (Maomao clapping.jpg)

The gray-blue eyes of the silver-haired boy were full of amusement and pity.

(Who is not a fun person.jpg)

Qian Yuche quietly pricked up her ears.

Sure enough, the famous detective over there said slowly: "First, let's talk about the rules of the game."

"Here is a pack of playing cards." Luanbu waved the playing cards in his hand.

"It's completely out of order, I'll lay them out one by one first...that's it," the playing cards were smoothly laid out in a row.

"Then, put him back in order."

"And then, shuffle the cards," Luanbu drew a deck of cards from the middle, and then put it back on the top of the deck.

After going back and forth many times, under the expectant eyes of Wu Xuan and Wu Huai who didn't understand, he said slowly: "—then, tell Lord Ranbu,"

"—what is the twenty-fourth card in the deck?"

Ye Yinghou: ...?

Wu Huai:? ? ?

Wu Xuan:? ? ? ? ? (Abaaaba what are you talking about.jpg)

Asayu Che: Puchi

As expected of Mr. Ranpo.