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The prop master relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The workmanship is excellent," Shirakura Shinkuro praised the Toei team's skills. "Realistic props like this embody the spirit of special effects."

“Yeah, but overall, the aortic arch of the heart is a bit small, and the left and right ventricles are separated. Putting different vermicelli on each side should take it to a higher level.” Yin Ze said as an artist and gourmet.

"If we can finish filming today, then the first season will have come to a successful conclusion. The protagonists cannot be absent from tomorrow's celebration party," said Shinkuro Shirakura.

"Okay, where shall we drink?" Yin Ze nodded vigorously.

The prop master took a deep look at this seemingly righteous and heroic young man.

No one knows whether he has already put on a mask at this time.

Chapter 60: Be a Responsible Filmmaker

The first season of Kamen Rider Amazons has concluded successfully, and it is rare that the shooting plan was completed ahead of schedule. Currently, only the eighth episode has been broadcast on the streaming media. This speed is worth talking about in history.

Most of the story has progressed, and the audience's response is generally good. As a special effects web drama, it certainly has some shortcomings, but as the Knight series is charging towards a children's toy film, the realism + excellent production + smooth story + all-cast acting skills are all gratifying for old fans. At the very least, the attitude of being willing to initiate the project and the pursuit of the work are worthy of recognition.

Therefore, the crew members who finished their work were also very happy. In addition to receiving their wages, they also felt fulfilled.

Shirakura Shinkuro saw everyone's efforts and was very positive. He treated the entire team to a banquet, setting up more than a dozen tables in a high-end hotel to celebrate the successful completion of the first season. As expected of a Toei executive, the leader of the Knights, and the current leader of Shocker, he was not ambiguous about making a scene and lived up to his reputation.

Everyone was happily eating at the table, hugging each other, clinking glasses, and talking loudly. The atmosphere was very lively.

Shinkuro Shirakura quietly came to the toilet, took out a box of yogurt from his inner pocket, inserted a straw and drank it quickly. He first gave himself a layer of Buff, and then leisurely returned to the lobby.

Sure enough, the figure behind was operating on multiple lines.

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Shi Zhang, for keeping a tight control over the scenes and the rhythm. I must toast to you with this cup today."

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Tianbuchi. It was because of you and your action team that this fight could go on. You also took good care of me and specially choreographed a fight for me. I won't mention it anymore. Everything I wanted to say is in the wine."

"Aunt Kobayashi's ideas are still so brilliant. I hope there will be a good ending for You-kun. Just drink the juice. You're welcome."

"Oh, the producer is finally back. Haha, thank you for giving me the opportunity to perform in special effects. Thank you for your recognition of my acting skills and the commercial market. I must toast you a glass." Yin Ze turned his head.

"You're so welcome. Please sit down." Shirakura Shinkuro responded enthusiastically.

One of them is an old leader, and the other is a drunkard. They are very familiar with this kind of occasion, and they throw out twice as many topics and liven up the atmosphere twice as much.

After finishing two dishes, his face was flushed with joy, and he felt sorry for not meeting him earlier.

The confrontation was more intense than expected, so to be on the safe side, Shirakura Shinkuro quietly placed the beer bottle at his feet and inserted a chopstick into it. This would release the bubbles. Although the beer would become unpalatable if too much was put in, it would not make him too bloated, and could indirectly improve his combat effectiveness.

Two hours later, the battle entered its final stage.

Shirakura Shinkuro had used all his skills and had reached his limit. When he came to his senses, he was already drinking heavily.

Look at someone again, still with clear eyesight, still taking a sip of wine with a bite of pig's trotter. With the ultimate panel, there is no need for tricks and techniques. There is no operation, only numbers.

The chief producer was holding on, but also sighed. With his drinking capacity, if he entered Toei, he could at least be a vice minister. He was a social killer, a real tiger general, too strong, just like the special characters used in the DLC in this story.

It must be said that this ability to eat, drink and have fun is perfect for freestyle in the entertainment industry.

"Hey, why do you look so sad, Shirakura-san? Isn't it that you haven't had enough fun yet?" A heart-pounding demonic voice rang in my ears.

"I'm just thinking about next season," Shirakura Shinkuro said immediately.

"You're so serious that you've already researched the second season's lineup." Yin Ze was full of admiration. After knowing each other for so many days, he felt that the producer was a really nice person, except that he loved to speak in official language, had a lot of leadership baggage, and had a thick heart.

The benefits are real!

We will fulfill our promise on the day of the photo shoot. The blonde pony will be delivered to your house on a chosen day, and the belt and leather case can also be packed up and taken away.

"You've almost finished eating." Shirakura Shinkuro wanted to end today's fight.

"Yeah." Yin Ze nodded, still unsatisfied, "Will there be a second game?"

"No!" Shirakura Shinkuro shouted.

Afterwards, Yin Ze had no choice but to walk home again.

That night, I had a very rare nightmare.

I dreamed that I was in my thirties, my body was gradually losing collagen, I became unconfident, unkempt, and wandered around the campus of the University of Tokyo like a royal ghost. Ten years had passed, but I hadn't graduated yet. I was filled with grief and anger, and I turned into an extremely sad dragon. I flew out of the clouds and felt free and happy.

I passed by the video game arcade and wanted to go down to play a few games, but as soon as I entered the door, I suddenly realized that it was actually the Tokyo University Library. Just as I was about to turn back, the entrance had disappeared.

Wen Dao’s big hand descended from the clouds, easily suppressing the ox-headed demon dragon and throwing it into the seat like a earthworm.

Is there such a thing? Is there such a thing! How can I still be on my finger when I am at the end of the road? I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!

The Dark Fearful One broke free from the chains, and tried to use time travel to escape, but was pounced upon by Wen Dao’s giant hand and stuffed into a special seat. His five fingers transformed into five connected mountains of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor, and named them “Five Good Mountains”, which gently held down the closed disciple and prevented him from entering the cycle of reincarnation.

"!"

Yin Ze shuddered, woke up from the nightmare, and sat up on the bed, covering his head.

Looking at the scenery outside the window as the day dawned, I calmed down a little.

Learning is so terrible, fortunately it is not reality.

Yin Ze calmed himself down, washed his face and brushed his teeth, then fried some bacon and eggs for dinner.

The special effects are over, and life has returned to the familiar free dubbing mode. I have nothing to do today, so I must finish "Persona 5" ah. Netizens have already jumped on it, but the protagonist hasn't fought many palaces. Is this good? This is not good.

'Will you come tonight? Is your love still there?'

Take out your phone.

Caller ID: Ohnishi Kawase

dong dong dong.

The world lost its color.

Cardiac arrest.

……

University is a good place. When you are in it, you will feel that everything is thriving. But if you are no longer a college student but are still in it, you will only feel lonely and sad. You will only feel the depth of the gap between you and your youth, which is the boundary of time that can never be returned to.

As the top university in every sense, the students of the University of Tokyo are naturally sharp and proud. I remember that year when Yin Ze and the most beautiful contestants in the competition participated in the recruitment promotional video for free, the handsome senior walked along the ginkgo and wood-broad. In the late autumn, the yellow leaves were scattered, and the whole main road was golden. He held a textbook and tied a solid-color scarf, standing in the sea of ​​gold, like a god. The candidates who were visiting the campus were all amazed at the academic atmosphere of the campus, and they all admired that elite figure, and secretly regarded the University of Tokyo as their ideal life.

Many years ago, I made a comeback in March and created a legend in the college entrance examination. At the new student reporting office, the senior students gave me a warm welcome. It was truly the peak period for a candidate. The perfect ending of an inspirational TV series is still vivid in my mind. After studying for a master's and doctoral degree for such a short period of time, has this place suddenly become my prison?

Yin Ze sighed and passed by the sophomores who had just finished class. Their smiles were all theirs, and he just felt noisy.

I came to the familiar School of Arts, walked to the familiar dean's office, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A reply came from inside.

Yin Ze pushed open the door, and the moment he entered, the corridor of life opened up. The originally bitter person immediately turned into a hippie, smiling at the judgment.

The dean's office is spacious and simple, elegant and quiet. There are ivy outside the window. In spring and summer, with the sunshine and breeze, it has a pleasant vitality. The parrots they raise stay on the bird stand most of the time. They occasionally fly out, but they will come back when they are called. They are very human.

Onishikawasuke was wearing glasses, standing next to the bookshelf and flipping through some documents.

"Teacher, I'm here." Yin Ze said loudly.

"Oh, you also..." Onishikawasuke turned his head.

"I also brought a gift, look at this." Yin Ze handed over his gift enthusiastically.

"What is this?" Onishi Kawase was stunned as he took it. It was really heavy. It was a 55cm*46cm oil painting frame, and inside it was his portrait.

The upper body of the white-haired old man sits sideways, as still as a tower, with only the life of creation sustaining him forever. The old man has a calm expression, a look of faint contemplation on his face, his silver hair is neatly combed, and his eyes are deep under the thick-framed glasses, it is better to say that he is in deep thought rather than gazing.

The light grey brown base is painted with a slightly ochre-colored warm color to create a golden sketch. The large black block engulfs the main body, leaving only the most amazing face.

The oil paint appears in a solidified state on the canvas, like a soul in memory, embracing profound thoughts into the infinitely yearning blank. An excellent portrait is equivalent to the biography of the person. It expresses the spirit through the form, expresses the heart and conveys the spirit, and has both form and spirit.

"It's really good." Onishi Kawase was amazed and couldn't let it go. He repeatedly touched the frame and the cover. "The atmosphere is quite Rembrandt's style."

"Teacher, you have a really good eye. Yes, the 45-degree side light source will cause the face to have oblique changes in light and dark due to the turning of the cheekbone structure. The shadow of the nose is connected with the dark part of the cheek, forming a triangular bright area on the character's face. This is exactly the 'triangular light' that Rembrandt used." Yin Ze also explained with a smile.

"Haha, you are so thoughtful. You gave me such a surprise without saying anything. I really like this gift." Onishi Kawashima's face was full of smiles and he was in a very good mood.

"As long as the teacher is happy, everything is worth it." Yin Ze nodded vigorously.

"Your painting skills are excellent. If you hold an exhibition in the future, please tell me." Onishikawasuke really likes this vivid portrait and has already found a place to hang it in his office.

"I'm not interested in those. My pursuit of art is just a personal life choice." Yin Ze shook his head.

"Good, good, you have a great character. The further you go, the more you must remember your original intention." Onishikawasuke praised, "Don't stand, sit down and talk. Have you had lunch?"

"not yet."

"Then I'll ask Kenzo to bring an extra roast chicken so we can eat together."

"Oh? Senior brother is here too?" Yin Ze was curious.

"He comes around when he's free. Didn't you ask him to help you look for movie opportunities last time? I heard there's some progress, and since we haven't seen each other for a while, I asked you to come over," said Onishikawasuke.

"So that's how it is. I thought it was..." Yin Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

"What is it?" Onishikawasuke asked.

"Yes, what was it? I suddenly forgot." Yin Ze coughed dryly, "Sometimes the words are on the tip of my tongue, but suddenly they disappear."

"As the saying goes, use it or lose it, and the same goes for the brain. You have to keep thinking so that your thoughts can be clear." Onishikawasuke said, "Speaking of thinking, you reminded me, and I remember, how is your paper going?"

"..."Yin Ze.

A few seconds of silence.

"Didn't you reject the previous version?" Yin Ze smiled with relief. "It's too difficult to produce results in the humanities. Forget about finding the answer to the question. I haven't even found the question yet."

"Alas, even a genius like you can't do everything in two places." Ohnishi Kawase also expressed his understanding, "But graduating with a doctorate is a lifelong event and it affects your future. You can't avoid it. But you're still young anyway, so there's no need to rush for now."

Yin Ze felt a little relieved. As long as he didn't have to hand it in on the spot and with the Corridor of Life around, everything would be fine.

The two chatted for a while, and not long after, Natsume Kenzo came back with a plastic box that exuded a fragrance.

"You're finally here. We're all hungry. Quickly open the roast chicken." Onishi Kawashima tidied up the desk and greeted them.

"I bought two. When you messaged me, I had just left the cafeteria. When I went to line up again, they were sold out." Natsume Kenzo said lightly.

"It's really hard to buy. You have to arrive half an hour early to have a chance to grab one." Yin Ze sighed, "I heard that some students were a little unlucky and didn't get one in the entire semester."

"Such a delicacy has to be snatched up. How did the High School become like this?" Onishikawasuke frowned. "I must report this to the principal."

"That's a matter for the future. Now there are two chickens and three people. What's the more reasonable distribution?" Yin Ze asked impatiently.

"What's there to share? You came late and you're unlucky and have little fate. You should just have the side dishes." Oonishi Kawashima said as he quickly grabbed his share of the roast chicken, fearing to be left behind.

“?” Yin Ze.

"I'll give you the chicken butt." Natsume Kenzo was the eldest senior brother after all, so he said kindly.

"..."Yin Ze.

Today I have come to realize how harsh and cruel the Japanese concept of hierarchy is. I have never suffered such injustice before.

Onishi Kawase and Natsume Kenzo were both chicken experts, and they were very familiar with the joints and the distribution of meat and bones of chicken. They could easily separate the tendons and bones with a twist and pull, and they could also eat the wings one by one. The teacher and student ate quickly and well, and gradually two piles of clean chicken bones were piled up next to them.

After someone finished eating the only chicken butt, he could only look at the plum to quench his thirst.

After finishing his meal, Onishi Kawase took out wet and dry tissues to wipe his hands, then picked up disposable chopsticks and wanted to pick up some side dishes. However, he found that most of the dishes except the roast chicken had already been eaten by his closed disciple.

"Traitor! Don't you have any team spirit?!" Ohnishi Kawashima scolded.

"Teacher, don't be angry. I'll order some takeout as compensation." Yin Ze was in a panic.

"Give me an extra glass of lemonade." Onishi Kawashima gave instructions.

"I don't need that. I'm almost done." Natsume Kenzo waved his hand.

"You have a poor appetite today?" Onishikawasuke was a little surprised.

"Haha, you don't think that I went to the cafeteria just to buy a roast chicken, do you?" Natsume Kenzo forced a cold smile.

"Traitor!" Onishi Kawashima slammed the table again.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry after you just finished eating. Take a break." Yin Ze had to come out to smooth things over. "Didn't you say that you had something to tell me?"

"Have you finished the special effects filming?" Natsume Kenzo also wanted to take some tissues to wipe his hands, but was stopped by the old dean and had to give up.

"It's done." Seeing this, Yin Ze took out his exquisite set of wet wipes and dry wipes.

"I heard that the pressure on the set of Knight is quite high, and it is normal to work overtime until the early hours of the morning, and the meals are high-calorie fast food. Is this true?" Natsume Kenzo asked, wiping his hands.

"I didn't notice it. It felt very formal," Yin Ze said truthfully.

"That's good." Natsume Kenzo added, "You found the one for Toei yourself, and I found a movie in Toho that is looking for actors, and it seems to be suitable for you."