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Seeing that the others did not answer or make any move, Taro turned and walked towards the laundry room.
Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story. Meanwhile, on the other side, after parting ways with Momoi Taro, An and Subaru took out their phones and made a call.
"Moshi moshi, Grandma?" A frail yet strong voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yes, please speak." Anhe Subaru then continued:
"Grandma, I haven't found the cameraman you mentioned here," Anhe Mao said softly in a low voice.
"Oh, well, there's nothing I can do then. Subaru, you should come back first." Grandma's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'll come over tomorrow. I hope you can come pick me up."
This put a lot of pressure on Subaru Anwa. Subaru Anwa's grandmother, Tendo Anwa, was a national actress in Japan.
He is strict with himself and hopes to become an actor. However, An and Subaru don't actually like acting that much.
However, she couldn't bring herself to refuse her grandmother. She could only sigh softly.
"Why are you sighing? A lady should always maintain her composure!" Anhe Tiantong's stern rebuke came from the other end of the phone.
"Yes!" An and Subaru straightened their backs subconsciously, then asked with some worry, "What about the cameraman Grandma hired?"
“I will contact him via Line,” Anhe Tiantong replied calmly.
"Huh? Grandma has LINE, why do I need to go find it?" Anhe Subaru was even more confused.
"I originally intended to introduce him to you," Grandma explained calmly.
"His photos are full of spirituality, and the composition and lighting are top-notch. If you can have him take your theater promotional photos, it will definitely benefit your future acting career."
"Oh, I see... Well then, see you tomorrow, Grandma." Anhe Mao tried his best to suppress his emotions so that his grandmother wouldn't notice, and then immediately hung up the phone.
“Acting... I really don’t like it that much.” Anhe Mao recalled that he had only mentioned it to his grandmother, but she had taken it to heart.
But then, Grandma showed a smile I'd never seen before, and that was so nice... I really wanted Grandma to understand that I didn't have any talent...
The scene then returns to Momoi Taro's home. After that minor incident, he takes the dirty clothes and starts washing them by hand. The four little ones, very curious, squat behind the door and peek at Taro washing clothes.
He moved with incredible speed, as if he had sped up tenfold, and instantly tossed his clothes aside. The four little ones could barely even see his movements clearly.
In less than two minutes, all the washable clothes from the five people were cleaned, while the non-washable ones were set aside by Taro. Afterwards, they immediately went to the dry cleaners.
Then, the action of hanging the clothes to dry was also flawless.
"As expected, Nina was overthinking it. Hmm." After looking for a long time, Momoka could only manage to utter this sentence in shock.
“I agree,” Ebizuka Satoshi agreed.
Nina glared at them with displeasure. Just then, Taro's phone rang in his pocket.
Taro didn't check his phone immediately. He quickly finished his work before leisurely walking past the four people and returning to his room.
“Completely ignoring him…” Nina muttered, watching Taro’s disappearing figure.
"What else do you want?" Tao Xiang shrugged and said, "Alright, today's work is over. What do we do next?"
The three of them stared at Renna, who remained silent for a long time before finally going back to her room to rest.
Momoi Taro returned to his room, took out his phone from his pocket, and saw a message from an elderly person he hadn't contacted in a long time.
"Mr. Momoi, are you free tomorrow?"
Taro smiled slightly and sent a message asking, "What's up? I'm free after 2 PM."
Taro Momoi met this old man when he was young, when he was raising start-up funds for his band to launch smoothly.
At that time, because he was a minor, he was unable to do any light physical labor (at least not for him).
He could only do technical jobs, and commercial photography was one of his main sources of funding.
He met this old man while working here. The old man left a very deep impression on Momoi Taro; he was dignified, capable, and... it's hard to describe the feeling.
The old man highly appreciated his skills and even added him on social media.
I don't know what happened at the time, but from that day on, it seemed like no one else talked to me, except for the director, the supervisor, and this lady.
(Actually, it was others who were jealous of Taro)
Just as Taro was reminiscing, the old man sent him another text message:
"Then, could you please come to this location at 3 PM this afternoon? Please come and see me and my granddaughter. I have something I'd like to ask for your help with."
"Although it sounds a bit shameless, many people in the industry have praised me for not changing much over the years. If you need, I can send you a picture of me now or a picture of my granddaughter."
"No problem, see you tomorrow," Taro replied crisply, then turned off his phone, sat back down at his desk, and took out paper and pen to start writing a song.
On the other side of the screen, Anwa Tendo saw Momoi Taro's reply and nodded in satisfaction.
This young man is someone who left a very deep impression on me.
At the time, he was just a photography assistant, responsible for taking promotional photos for himself; of course, he was the kind of assistant.
However, during filming, he disregarded his role as an assistant and criticized the main cameraman for incorrect camera positions, poor command, and unprofessional filming.
When the cameraman said something like, "If you're so good, then you do it yourself," he pushed the cameraman aside without any hesitation and actually did it himself.
He even started giving orders to himself and the stagehands without any politeness. At the time, I just thought it was funny, and the boy seemed very professional, so I told the stagehands to follow his orders.
Unexpectedly, the young man not only looked very professional, but his talent far surpassed that of the main photographer, and the photos he took almost made the photographer give up his career.
At that time, she added the boy's contact information and asked him if he had any plans to debut in the industry, since the boy's appearance was quite outstanding. However, the boy decisively refused, saying that he had things he had to do.
After that, the director, disregarding the boy's age, offered him a high salary to join the production of the show. This decision made the OVA of "Detective Granny's Case Files" that was broadcast at the time a hit throughout Japan, even more popular than the main drama.
At the time, industry insiders praised the show's lighting and composition as near perfect. While the plot was fairly standard, it was more than enough.
This time, she shamelessly approached the young man again, naturally hoping that her granddaughter could have a smoother career in the entertainment industry.
She was very confident that as long as the boy was willing to help, her granddaughter could become famous in a short time. In the entertainment industry, fame is the most important thing, and connections are the second most important thing.
By then, he'll have both of his granddaughters, and their careers in the entertainment industry will naturally be smooth sailing.
Thinking this, she chuckled softly, already looking forward to seeing him again tomorrow.
#21 Rampaging Japanese Cuisine
The next day, everyone from Mygo gathered together again to practice.
Everyone tacitly pretended that nothing had happened and did not mention anything that had occurred yesterday.
Just as the practice session was about to end, the door to the Mygo practice room was suddenly pushed open.
"Ah, I've got it! You really are here."
A light and playful girl's voice came from outside the door, and a blue-haired girl peeked out.
"May I come in?" She gave a lighthearted smile, seemingly carefree.
“I remember you are…” Toyokawa Shoko looked at her hesitantly and tried to ask, “The guitarist of Pastel*Palettes, Ms. Hikawa?”
"Oh yeah~ Can I come in~?" Hina still had that carefree smile, then she suddenly realized something: "Is it because I didn't knock? Well, I'll try again now."
"No...no need for that, please come in." Xiangzi quickly stopped her and let her in.
Upon hearing this, Hina laughed and jumped in, closing the door behind her.
"Hikawa-san...why did you come here?" Takamatsu Akari blinked, asking somewhat uneasily.
"Ah~ Akari~ Good afternoon~" Hina's smile became even brighter upon hearing Akari's voice.
"Does the lamp know her?" Toyokawa Shoko asked, somewhat surprised.
"Hmm... I've seen him before in the Dong Brothers' practice room..." Takamatsu Akari nodded slightly.
"Eh? It's related to Taro-senpai?" Xiangzi's attitude suddenly became enthusiastic: "May I ask, Miss Hikawa, what brings you here?"
In truth, she had already secretly become wary. A super popular idol having a connection with a senior artist—that sounded ominous.
“I’m here to find someone.” Hina didn’t interrupt and went straight to the point. She glanced around and gave a cryptic smile: “But the person I’m looking for isn’t here.”
"Uh, how am I supposed to find it if it's not here?" Su Shi smiled gently, but inwardly she was furiously criticizing her senior's recklessness.
“Just call her out.” Hina’s gaze was fixed on Wakaba Mutsumi; “I’d like to find little Mutsumi, could you please help me?”
Ruoye Mu was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Mm."
After answering Hina's question, she closed her eyes. A moment later, she opened them again, her cold eyes now tinged with a hint of liveliness.
"Little Hina, is there something you need from me?" "Wakaba Mutsumi" asked with her hands on her hips and a carefree smile.
"It's nothing really important," Hina said with a carefree smile, striking the same pose as before. "Well, are you still interested in what happened before?"
"Hmm! We're very interested. We've been practicing the Sword Saint character diligently every day, and I've even come up with a finishing move! It's in my bag!"
"The only person who's interested is you, Metis. 'We' aren't interested at all."
Ruo Ye Mu silently criticized Mo Ti Si's words in her heart. Mo Ti Si, in her inner world, also wiped the sweat from her forehead and exclaimed:
The comment reads: "Don't sabotage things at a time like this!" The commenter then adds, "Xiao Mu, don't ruin things at a time like this!"
"I...no. They can't hear me."
“A secret weapon, huh? That sounds intriguing.” Hina’s lips curled into an even more flamboyant smile. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Metathia could see a hint of red in Hina’s eyes.
As she looked intently, the red color vanished, leaving only pure yellow in her eyes.
"How about we meet at the kendo dojo tonight? I've found a very reliable comrade-in-arms."
Hina asked with a smile, and Motis readily agreed. Seeing that she had finished her business, Hina said goodbye:
"I'm so sorry to have disturbed your practice~ I'll be going now, bye-bye."
After saying that, she turned and left. Only after she had completely left did Gao Songdeng ask, "Little Mortis... haven't given up yet?"
"Huh?" Metis turned around and breathed on Takamatsu, "Why should I give up? I'm going to defeat Momoi Taro and show you!"
"Defeat Taro-senpai?" Toyokawa Shoko repeated in a low voice, then looked at Mortis's petite body, covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
"What's so funny!" Motis exclaimed, her chubby cheeks puffed out as she stomped her feet in dissatisfaction.
"No, no, it's nothing. Don't worry about it." Xiangzi tried his best to calm his expression.
"Sigh..." Li Xi sighed, and struck the cymbal hard, drawing everyone's attention to himself.
“I don’t object to your game, but this is still practice time.” Li Xi looked at Metath sternly and said, “Metis, call Mu out right now.”
"Yes..." Mortis replied with a slightly low voice, then closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them again, her eyes returning to their usual indifference.