[Comprehensive] Why do I like you

Perhaps Nana was really happy, she drank the most vigorously, she was obviously drunk but refused to admit it, and then she fell asleep in Taishi's arms.

With a helpless and doting expression on Taishi's face, he got up and carried Nana into her room.The movements are skillful as if it is not the first time to do it.

Looking at the relationship between the two, Nana began to doubt her own judgment again. Maybe the red lotus really doesn't matter much?Maybe Nana and Taishi are really a couple?

Could it be that it is because the relationship between the two has surpassed love that this family-like atmosphere can be revealed?

Looking at Nana washing the dishes numbly, Shinichi knew that she must be distracted, so he didn't bother him, but after saying goodbye to Taishi, he left with Nobuo, who was really not good at the hotel, and made up his mind to leave tonight. I'm staying at Nobuo's house.

When Nana came back to her senses, she found that Tashi was standing silently beside her, wiping the drained dishes with a dry rag.

Nana hurriedly said, "Tai Shijun, I'll do all these things."

Tashi didn't stop what he was doing, but just said to her, "I'm just doing a favor, it's nothing."

Looking at Taishi's suit and leather shoes, Nana couldn't help but flash another somewhat similar figure in his mind.

The same suit, the same introverted and gentle.

As long as I think about it, I will feel tightness in my chest and feel tight.

"Then I'll go first, Nana-san."

Tashi put on his hat and said goodbye to Nana with his two suitcases.

Nana quickly put down the rag in her hand, walked behind Taishi and asked, "Does Mr. Taishi live here? It's so late now."

"No, I'll stay in a hotel until I find an apartment, Nainasan, go to bed early."

After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.

Nana quietly looked at Taishi's generous back, with a bitter smile on his face, and said to himself: "There is one more thing in common."

Do not like to disturb others, independent.

Forget it, she is the only one who is not independent, not independent, and loves to rely on others.

Shaking her head, Nana closed the door, hesitated, and walked to Nana's room.

Her black hair was scattered on the pillow, her cheeks were pink and blush, her hands were placed next to her head, and she fell asleep, looking like a child.

Covering her mouth and yawning, Nana carefully closed the door of Nana's room, tidied up and got ready to sleep.

Although she went to bed late at night, her biological clock still made Nana wake up at six o'clock in the morning.Clutching her head that seemed about to explode, she staggered into the living room.

"Eight sons! Eight sons?"

After shouting several times without getting a reply, Nana looked at the room with the open door strangely, and strode in.

In front of the dressing table for disaster relief, a woman wearing a lady's professional suit is trying to arrange her long hair meticulously.

"Bazi, what are you doing??"

Nana looked at the old woman's attire of her cohabiting friend, and couldn't accept it. She clutched her forehead and felt even more dizzy.

"Ah, Nana, you're awake. How are you? Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's okay... No, what are you planning to do now?"

Nana pulled a chair and sat down, and asked.

With great difficulty, Nana fixed the scattered hair with hair clips, and after making sure that there were no stray hairs exposed, she explained: "Hey, let me tell you, I saw the recruitment information posted on the official website of Zhimanshe last night. After calling me this morning and asking for details, the other party asked me to come for an interview!"

As early as the beginning of the meeting, I have heard Nana talk about the name Zhimanshe countless times, and I also indirectly learned that Zhimanshe is the largest animation publishing house in the whole Neon, and it has a pivotal influence on Nana, but Nana still I couldn't help but ask: "But will the Zhiwan society accept you? Didn't you say that the threshold of the club is very high?"

They always say how good the painters in Zhiman Club are. All the paintings they draw are serialized or published in booklets, and even the most powerful ones are directly made into animations and played. That's why Nana wonders, can Nana really get in?

Hearing Nana's concern, Nana nodded, turned around and took out the hangover medicine from the cabinet, and handed it to Nana: "Yes, but the position I am going to apply for today is an editorial assistant. In addition, I also do odd jobs, although the salary should not be much higher, but I am very happy to be able to get in touch with the Zhiman Society up close!"

Speaking of this, Nana immediately showed a happy look on her face, clenched her fists in front of her chest, and said expectantly: "It would be even better if the editor I assigned happened to be Mr. Shandao's personal editor!"

"Well," Nana took the medicine and looked up at her: "But don't you still work every afternoon? And you signed a contract?"

"Well, I signed a contract for three months to work in the tea restaurant, and now there are less than two months left. After I join Zhiman Club, I will resign when the contract expires!"

Are you so sure you can get in?

Nana stared at Nana who seemed to be on fire behind him, speechless.

"Oh, by the way, Hachi, the studio we went to last time after you finished your work, right?" Nana said suddenly.

"Now Taishi is also here. After the band is assembled, the feeling is completely different! Come and listen!"

"Okay!" Nana nodded and said with a smile, "Nana-chan, come back with me!"

After finishing speaking, she carried her bag and prepared to apply for the job with great interest. Nana looked at Nana's outfit that did not fit her style, and shook her head: "Will anyone want it dressed like this?"

The editor-in-chief of the juvenile department who just collected all the sketches of the young authors and came to apply for the job in the spring breeze felt that he was starting to feel uncomfortable when he saw Nana's clothes that completely ruined art and vision. .

"Nana-san Komatsu?"

The editor-in-chief took the resume she handed in, and stopped in the column of education, "Are you studying at Tokyo University of Fine Arts?"

"Yes!"

Nana looked nervously at the editor-in-chief, feeling somewhat stressed and excited by his job.

"Which department?"

"Painting department!"

This is very close to the chief job of their publishing house. After the editor-in-chief was surprised by her department, she still felt that her name was inexplicably familiar.

"Do you like the editing industry?"

Lowering his head, the editor-in-chief who continued flipping through the resume asked questions routinely.

"do not like."

"puff!"

An editor next to him who was drinking water choked suddenly. He hurriedly took the paper towel handed to him by the person next to him, and wiped the table, but secretly glanced at the editor-in-chief and the little girl applying for the job out of the corner of his eyes.

The corner of the editor's mouth curled up with interest, watching her continue to ask.

"What do you like to do."

"Draw pictures, listen to music."

"Favorite painter?"

"Teacher Yamashima!"

"What do you want to do in the future?"

"A painter like Mr. Yamashima!"

"Are you dressed in your usual style today?"

"Hey?"

Nana looked at the editor-in-chief strangely, not understanding why he asked this question, but she still answered truthfully: "No."

The editor-in-chief nodded under Nana's puzzled gaze, and after asking a few irrelevant questions, put away the resume, stood up, put one hand in his pocket, and held the resume on his shoulder with the other, condescendingly Said: "Start working this week, come to the company to report from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm every weekend, and you will follow..."

After pondering for a while, he lowered his head to inspect.

"Which of your chief assistants is vacant?"

The editor who sprayed water just now and the man next to him raised their hands.

"Just Sato." The editor-in-chief said.

"Nanasan, we are currently recruiting temporary workers. If you want to become a regular employee, you have to work hard. Sato, hand over to her."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave. Just when he was about to step out of the gate of the interview site, he stopped suddenly, looked at the two people who were exchanging names and greeting each other, and continued: "Nai Nai-san, please don't dress like that during working hours. , " Paused, looking at Nana from top to bottom, "This is too ruining the image of Zhimanshe."

Komatsu Nana, isn't that the girl who contributes irregularly every month?

"Uh... what did the editor-in-chief mean just now?"

Nana asked suspiciously.

Sato said with a smile: "The editor-in-chief said, Komatsu, you don't need to dress so formally. Sometimes it is very inconvenient when we rush to rush the manuscript, and the atmosphere in our agency is not as strict as those OLs. Try to follow suit when dressing." Trendy, don’t be so rigid.”

"Can I wear my own clothes?!" Nana looked at Sato in surprise, and happily clenched her hands.She thought she wouldn't be able to wear beautiful clothes on weekends!

"Yes." Sato smiled.

Nana talked with Sato for a while with excitement, and after being explained many things, she happily prepared to eat delicious food to congratulate herself.

I’m so happy that I don’t have classes on weekdays~(≧▽≦)/~I’m the happiest when I join Zhiman Club////

On the other side, Akiji Endo, who had a full day of classes, was yawning wearily, and the person walking beside him teased him about his excessive sex, and immediately punched him.

"Zhang Si!"

Chunzi was walking over with her bag and asked, "Why isn't Nana with you?"

"She doesn't have class today, so she's probably sleeping late now."

Guan Xinan saw that the two seemed to have a long conversation, and patted Zhang Si on the shoulder: "I'll go there first, and help you sign in."

"Ah, thanks."

Zhang Si waved his hand, and Junzi dragged him to an empty place, pressed him down on the rattan chair, and stared at him: "Sachiko Kawamura? A cute girl? Are you going home together at night?"

One question after another made Zhang Si feel smaller and smaller, and he looked at Junzi distressedly: "I knew it, why did Kyousuke tell you everything."

Junzi ignored his annoyance, but looked at Zhang Si seriously: "What do you say, are you serious? To Xingzi?"

"What, I don't feel good about her at all." Zhang Si simply said happily, "You also know that I have always liked Nana, and I have only focused on her for so many years, how can I have feelings for other women? ?”

But Nana obviously doesn't like you.

Junko shrugged helplessly: "I hope you and Sachiko are together, it's good for both of you."

"Junko, why are you like this? Even if I'm really with Sachiko, Nana will be unhappy. If I have a girlfriend, she will definitely stay away from me."

"I didn't see how she stayed away from Jingsuke."

"That's different, Junko, you are her friend, but Xingzi is not. And I'm used to being with Nana too."

"I'm talking about Zhang Si." The expression on Junzi's face suddenly became very serious, "Do you think that you are just used to being Nana's guardian? In fact, you no longer..."

"No!" Zhang Si stood up abruptly and interrupted Chunzi's words, with a slightly angry expression on his face, as if what Chunzi said just now violated a certain forbidden place of his.

"I like Nana, whether it's the past, the present, or the future."

Junzi was silent for a moment, finally sighed, patted Zhang Si on the shoulder, and left only a few words.

"As a friend, I want you to be happy, but I also don't want you to make Nana sad. It's best if you can't be together. I hope you can bless her. Also, don't delay the happiness of others."

Chunzi's words meant something, and Zhang Si also knew who the "others" she was talking about were.

He sat down abruptly as if he had lost his strength, and sighed sadly.

Where did he not know that Nana didn't like him?

But knowing is one thing, not letting go is another.

Feelings are something that doesn't just matter what you say.

"kindness?"

Zhang Si stood up strangely, turned around and looked behind the bushes, a petite girl was looking at him with an embarrassed face, and there was still a sadness on her face that hadn't faded away in the future.

"I'm sorry! I didn't eavesdrop on purpose!"