Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

Sitting at the end of the studio, I could clearly feel the scalding heat all over my body, like being in a sea of ​​lava.No matter how many times I ate today, I still couldn't completely suppress the discomfort. It took three hours of makeup to cover up the gloomy complexion due to fatigue and pain.Why not?How many more times?I don't know how many times I have complained like this in my heart.The cover photography this time seems to be particularly picky. Is this the big magazine's making things difficult?

Or am I really old, and I can't stand even this hard work.

"Get ready, everyone!"

"Why are you reshooting! This is the first time!" the assistant muttered, getting up reluctantly.

"Okay, okay! It will be over sooner or later, isn't it?" Although there was a lot of slander in his heart, he still had to guarantee the basic professional ethics.

"Yumiko-chan, are you okay? I don't think you're feeling well. If you can't do it, don't force it."

"I can do it!" I yelled out with some strength, which made her face change in fright.What a shame!I immediately scolded myself for impulsive words. "I'm sorry... um, if you're tired, take a break. It's okay!" I remedied.

Obviously not yet calmed down from the fright, she nodded stiffly without making any answer.

It's still the same process as the first time, even though I have experienced a lot of weird requests, I still have doubts about it.From the setting sun on the western mountain to the bright moon hanging in the sky, four hours of continuous shooting without preparations has worn out my last patience.I suddenly had an impulse, if I can't do it anymore, I won't do it, and whoever I like will take pictures, just to see if those young people can also...

"Miss Yumiko is doing well today! She is indeed a big model who has been on the Milan fashion show!" The disgusting voice appeared again.After that day, I tried my best to avoid communicating with Yishiroyu, but she still insisted on using her work status to say some weird things.I pretended not to notice and continued walking towards the resting place.

"Miss Yumiko! Can I take your time, please?"

There is no way to ignore it.I turned around with difficulty like a millstone, and replied weakly: "Of course! I'm sorry, I didn't seem to hear it just now, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay! Ms. Yumiko. You look much better today."

"Well, it's just a little uncomfortable, and it will be fine soon." I secretly wondered how long she would have to pretend.

"Oh, is that so? Yumiko-san has been working for so long today, it's hard work!"

"It's a matter of duty." What kind of confused eyes did you hit.

"Miss Yumiko is doing really well..."

"you flatter me."

"No, no, I'm serious, Yumiko—or...Miss Yumiko has worked very hard today, or go back and rest first. We are enough here." Isshiki dragged Ladi said.

"No, I'm fine." I said no.

"Miss Yumiko...it's actually okay, you can go back first. We'll take care of the rest..."

No matter how stupid I am, I should understand.

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing! Ms. Yumiko is already doing well, so let's..."

"Let the model go before the shoot is finished, Isshiki, do you think I'm just a young girl?" My voice gradually trembled.

"Yeah——in that case... I don't want to be too direct since Yumiko-san is a senior."

"What do you want to say!"

"I want to say, no, I want to ask Miss Yumiko to go back. Even if you are not tired, Miss Yumiko, we are all tired."

"Fashion's photography team shouldn't even connect to this..."

"You still don't understand! Ms. Yumiko."

Like the last heartstring snapped, I stood dumbly in the middle of the crowd.

"Miss Yumiko, if you can't do it, don't force it any longer. This will not only be bad for you, but also implicate us all. This is the first time you have been filming, and you still can't find a good state. Fashion has already given Miss Yuiko enough for you There are so many opportunities. If it weren’t for the fact that you are one of the few models in China who have been recognized by the mainstream of the West, do you think there will be today’s photography? I told you a long time ago that there are countless people who want this opportunity. Yumiko Miura, there will be more Yumiko Miura. Countless people are waiting in line for this opportunity to shoot the cover photo. Ms. Yumiko Miura, why do you occupy the position here and not shine? If you are tired and want to rest, just Go back and rest. Don’t really get old and still be a hindrance to others! Fengshang does not lack liquidated damages. We don’t want to have the reputation of being an international supermodel at Milan Fashion Week, but we don’t want to look terminally ill after more than a dozen shootings Old model!"

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I picked up my bag and left without saying a word, and Fengshang briefly canceled the cover photography contract.

The distance between the Sakiya Bridge and the river is 18 meters, which is equivalent to the length from the top to the bottom of the teaching building of Sobu High School.

I don't know why this came to my mind.The cold wind hit my face like a red-hot discus, and it changed from cold to hot in an instant.

It seems that I forgot to leave my clothes behind.Looking at the fluttering gauze skirt, I actually felt immoral in stealing things.A smile bloomed on the heavy face makeup, and the long-lost relaxation broke into the mind regardless of the situation, and spread throughout the body like a virus.

Haha, I couldn't help laughing from the corner of my mouth.La la la, la la la... I can almost imagine myself as a madman in the eyes of others, wearing a gorgeous white silk gauze dress, heavy makeup, and flying blonde hair reflecting the dazzling light in the dark night, With his arms wide open, he floated along the bridge's guardrail while twirling in circles.

Then the next day's newspaper headlines will be in big bold letters, "International Supermodel Goes Crazy Publicly at Sakiya Bridge", or "Grief! Supermodel Yuiko Miura committed suicide by jumping into the river last night", and there may be some nasty third-rate entertainment tabloids, "Model Miura How many unspoken rules of transactions are hidden behind Yumiko's mysterious suicide."Just thinking about it gives me chills!

I was sober, more sober than I had ever been in my life.It seems to be able to walk through the corridor of time and see the memories of a lifetime.

From childhood to adulthood, the same Miura Yumiko at different times and places, like models on a runway show, walked over my head one by one.Those memories that are deep and unforgettable; those that I thought I had forgotten and never remembered; those dim years before I can remember, all of them are like dreams and illusions, emerging one after another.What are these Yumiko Miura looking for?Did I ever know?

The memory of the slideshow flashes to that period of youth.The girl who silently followed her own sun, since when has she been endowed with this meaning.What I want is obviously so simple, and I have made so much effort, but everything seems to be enough to maintain a short-term illusion, and now I can't even maintain the illusion.Where am I falling short...or am I doing something wrong?What you want, you must get it.

A black vortex suddenly appeared behind the light and shadow above my head, devouring my memory greedily.As if my limbs were being torn apart, the memory of being brutally torn apart made me feel so much pain.asshole!I stumbled towards the black vortex, vowing to stop this man-eating demon.More and more memories flew past me, heading straight for the vortex.I frantically try to catch the memories, but they seem to be more afraid of me than the vortex, lest I avoid them.

The night wind howled, and the lights in Chiba in the distance were brightly lit, but I was walking in the opposite direction, heading towards the darkest vortex.There, in the black vortex, the final destination of countless memories, I didn't see the familiar outline, I didn't see him, I didn't see anything, I only saw her, only Miura Yuiko.

boom!Golden butterflies fly up and down.In the blurred vision, there was only a pool of blood.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be this... the way to die.

Wait, the black-haired man rushing over from the river bank was waiting for the bus with me before, those eyes are...

Hiki Valley... Hachiman?

Ah, I'm so sorry for letting you see me in such a mess...

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[Knowing that Miura's condition is not good, he still doesn't follow her, and makes Isshiki say some harsh words to her on purpose. ]

[This is the path that Yumiko has to walk on her own, no one can walk for her except herself, Hachiman. ]

Eh?Why is there a voice I am familiar with in heaven?Is it Mr. Biqigu and Jicai?Did they also go to heaven?

[Besides, Hachiman, you also know that that bastard Hayama would never take Yumiko to heart. Back then, I told you to accept her well. At least give her hope like you did to Isshiki. You chose to only pave the way for her behind the scenes.] It's not that Yumiko was finally driven to a dead end. ]

[That's not because of the Yukinoshita family...]

[Does this boring excuse really make sense?How many people have you abandoned for Yukinoshita Yukino?Just relying on this excuse, how much hardship did Yui, Shahi, Iroha, Sen and those women who put their hearts on your heart suffer? ]

What are Himina and Hikigu-kun talking about?My head hurts and I can't organize the words of the two of them in my head.

[......Sorry. ]

[Don't say I'm sorry, you don't owe us anything, it's us who owe you for being bound by Yukinoshita's family for so many years... Okay, don't look ashamed of the world, we women are not Did it come back to you in the end?Don't worry, we will rescue you from Yukinoshita's house...Of course, those women in Yukinoshita's house will definitely pay the price...the pain they caused you, It will be returned a hundredfold. ]

[...Ji Cai——]

[Anla, I won't do too much to the women of Yukinoshita's family, and I will definitely return them to you intact in the end. ]

Is it Mr. Biqigu silently supporting me behind the scenes?

The excruciating pain prevented me from thinking, and I could only jot down that part of the conversation about myself from fleeting memory.

[Yumiko's future can only be completely entrusted to you. She always likes to hold on. She is obviously very fragile, and she always acts like she doesn't care. Don't let her down. ]

[Even if you say that, Ji Cai, I will... well, I will try my best. ]

[Do you try your best... Well, for Hachiman, doing your best is not too different from an eternal promise.Come on, we will always support you. ]

The severe pain was finally overcome by me. Although I still couldn't think, I managed to open my eyes.

"Yumiko woke up? Yumiko!"

In front of him was a blindingly white ceiling.Not only the ceiling, but everywhere the eyes can see, without exception, is shining white.

Is this really heaven?People in heaven probably wouldn't hug me and yell.I wanted to speak up, but found I couldn't.How I want to tell her, stop yelling at me, Ebina Himina!

Another towering figure appeared in the distance from the blurred white, that familiar yet unfamiliar silhouette walked up to me and sat down.We stared at each other, I don't know if I can smile, but I did my best to smile with my eyes.

"This kind of dangerous behavior will be forbidden forever. Until the safety assessment fails to meet the standards, everything about you, Yumiko Miura, will be managed by me, Yukinoshita... uh, Hikigu Hachiman."

Unsurprisingly, he made a joke halfway through his seriousness.

Stupid, this guy is still that incomprehensible dead fish eye.

But it's really good to be rescued by you.

"You... who do you think you are."

In the face of severe pain, I finally made a voice that I had accepted but was still stubborn.

After all, I, Yumiko Miura, may be injured now, but I am not a vase to be manipulated by others!

Well, it's better to lie down for now, and wait for the injury to heal before cleaning up this arrogant dead fish eye.

You're just like a penguin, but you still want to order me around?

Even if I agree, it won't work.

snort!

Chapter 150 Haruno Yukinoshita's Boyfriend Cultivation

Speaking of cold, the first thing that comes to mind is "winter", especially in Chiba, the city where I was born and lived, cold and winter always appear together, and the meaning of cold is deep It is deeply imprinted in the impression of every Chiba person.

After Christmas, this shivering cold is even stronger.

"Hiss... so, so cold."

I folded my hands and shrank into a ball the moment I touched the outdoor air.

Starting early in the morning, even if there is a little sunshine coming from the sky, it can't change the situation that makes people unable to escape from the bed. The dry cold wind dispelled the idea of ​​going out, the cold air pervasively penetrated from the unwrapped cuffs and trouser legs, and made me shiver several times in just a few seconds.

"Hush...huh..."

I quickly shook my head, took a big, deep breath, forced out the thought of "going back to bed", and regained my strength.Originally, today was Sunday, and my parents took Komachi to a relative’s house in Osaka. They would not come back until evening, so even if I slept until noon, it would be fine. But unfortunately, I had to go there early in the morning. Things to do... yes, something more important than sleeping - buy a kotatsu.

The original kotatsu low table at home has completed its mission and left us a few days ago because of our age.So, now, it's time to welcome a new "Winter Warrior" from the Biqigu family.

Of course, some coats also need to be repurchased. Although the original coats can still be used, it seems that they are almost due to be replaced, and it would be a pity to replace them now.So just in case, it is better to prepare in advance.

When thinking this way, he has already taken steps towards the winter store closest to his home.

There are not many pedestrians on the road... It can even be described as deserted, yes... At this time, it is really appropriate to stay in a warm bed. But for the sake of Komachi I can't help it... Try to imagine Komachi in his head, wearing a coat and looking warm, lying on the kotatsu with an expression of enjoyment.

Ahh...As expected, I am looking forward to it.Very good, hurry to buy it!Suddenly I feel refreshed.

The distance from the winter store to my house is about 10 minutes on foot, and it may be faster by bicycle. However, because the weather forecast said that the temperature today is around zero degrees, and the snow that just fell a few days ago has not completely melted, so there is a problem. Possibility of ice, cycling is not a good option.

By the way, maybe it's because I've been walking for a few minutes, and now I don't feel the same cold feeling as before, at most it's a bit chilly. Sure enough, as a human being, I have to take a good walk once a week.Life lies in movement.

Ten minutes later, I came to the entrance of the commercial street where the winter store was located. Although the street was still bustling and lively at this time, after Christmas, the remaining festive atmosphere was still well utilized by the merchants to give full play to its commercial value. Various activities such as New Year promotions and rewards are echoing on both sides of this street accompanied by melodious music.

If I walked in it, I would not be consciously rendered by this atmosphere. The windows and booths filled with various promotional products dazzled me. For a moment, my footsteps began to follow the music slowly and unconsciously. Go in the direction. Ah... half-price games, BD, and even mechs are on sale.

"No, no, no...Kotatsu kotatsu...Yeah."

... so dangerous... almost lost... so dangerous. Shaking his head, after waking up, he walked towards the furniture store without stopping.

Well... that's what I planned, until I was at the entrance of the mall, I still planned to buy a low table and go back.

"Oh, oh, oh? Hikigu-kun?"

When I stood at the entrance of the mall and was about to step in, a very familiar...female voice came from behind.

Originally, it is not uncommon to hear a female voice in such a place where there are many people, but the strange thing is-why does this voice call out my name?Girls who know me can count on one hand, and... I am also surprisingly familiar with this voice.

So, when I absolutely shouldn't respond, I slowly looked back.

Among the crowd, Yukinoshita's elder sister - Yukinoshita Yono was standing at a glance.

He didn't search for it deliberately, but just followed the direction of the voice that had already fallen, and he saw it effortlessly, among the crowd.

Because it stands out... Really.

A red coat, a gray scarf on both sides of the shoulders, black woolen trousers on the lower body, brown boots, a white lady's shoulder bag on the shoulder, and a pair of black gloves on the hands that sway towards me slightly , and a rare white woolen hat is worn on the top of the head, which is a little cute.

However, these are not the main reasons for her conspicuousness, because these outfits can only be called external things. The real reason for me to see her at a glance is-that photo that will never be forgotten, under the snow The perfect face on top...more beautiful than I've ever seen it before.Although it seems that there is no special change, there are differences everywhere, of course, differences in the positive sense...

...Perhaps, this is something that older beauties have... I, who can't say anything, can only make a bad summary like this.

Then, in a daze, she walked over with a "slap-pat-pat" smile on her feet.

"Just right, I'll do my sister a favor later, okay?"

"Huh? No, wait a minute, help? I'm here to buy..."

"You're free anyway, aren't you?"

Ignoring my rhetoric, this person stood beside me, and by the way, a hand passed through my wrist very naturally, and when I was about to try to explain, it became two people standing together arm in arm look...

...what's the situation?

"...Is this...a punishment game at the end of the year?"