The strongest superstar in history

"Are you a new artist in the company?" Koichi asked curiously.

"No, I'm just a handyman." Asakura Ming didn't want to say more, so he just smiled and nodded towards Xing, and then smiled and said goodbye to the man in front of him who couldn't find any flaws in his hands, feet and feet: " I'm sorry, so I'll take my leave first."

Asakura Ming just brushed past Tsuruga Ren, and when he left the room, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, although he felt that the man's smile just now was very bright, there was a trace of alienation and Oppression, that man doesn't have Alice who controls his expression like him, does he?Wait, what is he thinking, but according to the appearance and figure of that man named Lian, he should be very popular in the artist circle.

After Asakura Ming left, Tsuruga Lian suppressed the smile on his lips. He reached out and hooked the chair, and then sat down gracefully, "Wu Xian, what does that boy do?"

"He is a supporting role in the period drama decided by the company this time, and the company wants to sign him, but it's a pity that people don't like our company," Wu Xian said, stroking his beard around his mouth.

"Really?" Lian pondered for a while, frowning slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Then I'll trouble you this time too, Ren." After Ken Taken explained the work this time, he nodded to Xing. Although Tsuruga Ren is a top male artist in Japan, he has no airs at all, and has an attitude towards work. Also very serious, in this circle, there are not many artists like this, so the company also attaches great importance to Dun Helian.

"It's okay, this is my job." Tsuruga Lian smiled softly again, without complaining about the extra work at all.

Koichi, who knew Ren's nature well, was constantly wiping cold sweat. Why did he feel that Ren had been upset from the beginning?And this smile, the sparkle is too strong, right?

"Xingyi, don't be in a daze, let's go" Lian gently patted Xingyi's shoulder, and Xingyi said as if awakening from a dream: "Ah, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, next time be careful not to be in a daze while working."

"Okay." Xingyi patted his heart, it's over, Lian is really upset, what happened to him?

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When Asakura Ming returned to the dojo, what he saw was a battle that made him sweat profusely. Why...why is the floor so dirty?Why are wooden knives thrown everywhere?And this armor...what idiot threw the armor and the towel together?

This group of people who only know how to practice... are hot!Blood!green!Year!Qian Cangming's forehead was bulging with horrible veins, he was away for most of the day, and the dojo was ruined into such a virtue!His workload...invisible will increase again...

Asakura Ming sighed sadly, the setting sun cast a bleak light and shadow on his body, Asakura Ming picked up the rag resignedly, bent down and began to wipe the floor.

Qian Cangming is really very lucky now, fortunately he has withstood the temptation of the string of zeros on the contract, if he is allowed to come back to clean the dojo after learning the performance, he must even feel like dying!

hateful!Qian Cangming held the rag, and a light flashed in his glazed eyes. He must make those passionate idiots pay the price tomorrow, and dared to wreak havoc on the dojo while he was away. This bad habit must not be tolerated!It must be killed in the cradle!

Qian Cangming completely ignored that it was just him looking for excuses for his own laziness. At this time, a raging flame of justice was burning in his heart, and he was going to burn those passionate young people who only knew how to practice tomorrow.

"Do you need help?"

The familiar deep voice made Asakura Ming raise his head, crystal sweat dripped from his forehead, slid from his collarbone to the inside of his shirt, and then disappeared.

"Xianichiro..." Asakura Ming's tone was gnashed, after all, for him, Sanada Genichiro was one of the group of passionate youths, and this passionate youth had reached the highest level of passion , that is the No.1 who does not change his expression when the sky falls, sinks his energy in his dantian, and performs overload exercises quietly!The black-faced god Sanada is also!

Qian Cangming glanced at the floor that was still half cleaned, and then glanced at the armor that hadn't been tidied up. Under the fierce confrontation between reason and emotion, he finally successfully resisted the temptation, with a very backbone in his face. Shang raised a bright smile and said: "No, this is my job alone. Genichiro should be tired after practicing for a day, thank you."

Genichiro Sanada frowned after listening to Asakura Ming's words, and there was a hesitant expression on his dark face. Instead of leaving the dojo immediately, he picked up the wooden knife and said in a low tone: "I'll practice for a while. .”

Asakura Ming's hand twisting the rag stopped in the air. He regretted it, and he regretted it very much. If he had known that Genichiro still had so much energy to destroy the fruits of his labor, he should have accepted his help. I must have had my brain cramped just now to refuse...

Asakura Ming continued to wipe the floor wanting to cry without tears, and at the same time lingering at Sanada with remorse and pain, his labor was successful... But after staring at it for a while, Asakura Ming realized that the scope of Sanada's practice was very wide Small, almost in a circle, and he hadn't cleaned that place.

Genichiro Sanada didn't seem to notice Asakura Ming's gaze, he kept waving the wooden sword in his hand, the expression on his face was sacred and serious, the deep lines outlined a rigid side face, and the slightly pointed chin exuded a kind of precious sword The sharp momentum of unsheathing and the sense of unstoppable oppression are brought into full play.

Asakura Ming's eyes couldn't help but stay on Sanada's body, it's so powerful, it's obviously just a wooden sword, but at the moment it falls, it can arouse fearful tremors, this is the real momentum of kendo!

In the lonely dojo, apart from the sound of wooden knives slipping through the air and the sound of rags rubbing against the floor, the only thing left is the quiet moonlight outside the window. The intoxicating light hit Qian Cangming's face faintly, as if even the whole person seemed hazy up.

"Xianichiro, I regret it." Asakura Ming put on a faint smile on his face: "If I knew you were so energetic, I should have asked you to help me clean together!"

Asakura Ming fell to the ground with broken jars and rested. He was so hungry and wanted to eat, but he was embarrassed that the dojo was not cleaned. Life, why is it so tangled... I don’t know if he lived in Alice Academy. Are you doing well...

Just when Asakura Ming was feeling melancholy, Sanada took the rag from Asakura Ming's hand and said silently: "Too slack!"

"Xianichiro..." Asakura Ming was deeply moved, "So you are such a good person!"

Genichiro Sanada, who was helping Asakura Ming clean up, suddenly turned black. Asakura Ming didn't realize how inappropriate his words were. He stood up from the ground and cleaned up the dojo together with Sanada. The speed of the two was much faster than A person is much faster, so Asakura Ming quickly completed the task.

Of course, Qian Cangming did not forget to clean up the group of passionate youths, he changed the pattern of placing items, so the next day, a group of passionate youths who were sweating profusely looked for the place to put the towels in confusion.

"Xiao Ming, where did you put the towel?" Koyama Taro, who had saved Asakura Ming once, glanced at the suffering crowd behind him, and then asked while scratching his hair in embarrassment.

"They asked you to ask, right?" The smile on Asakura Ming's face was definitely comparable to the scorching sun in summer. Koyama Taro took a step back in fear when he saw this, "In fact, everyone knows that we were wrong. We didn't know that day. Should have messed up the dojo so much, so the towel..."

"What are you talking about? I'm not angry at all. It's just that the dojo was too messy that day, so I changed the place where I put things." Asakura Ming walked to a locker with a smile and took out a towel, and put it Handed it to Koyama Taro, keeping the curve of his lips unchanged, he said, "But I believe you will make good use of the dojo next time, right?"

very scary!It's really scary!Koyama Taro nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice, and the moment a tall, one-foot-eight-wide man got the towel, he quickly rushed towards the comrades behind him, as if there was something terrifying behind him. chasing after him.

Asakura Ming looked at the scene of this group of passionate idiots embracing each other and weeping bitterly with some amusement, then smiled and handed the towel to Sanada: "Xianichiro, thank you"

Sanada silently took the towel from Asakura Ming's hand, and the sternness in his brown eyes began to melt quietly...

During the days of practicing kendo, Asakura Ming finally received a call from Mr. Taken Takeshi.

"Asakura Ming, tomorrow's period drama will have your role, you must arrive at the filming location before [-]:[-] am, don't be late"

"I see, Mr. Taken Takeshi"

"So you must rest early today, don't go to bed too late"

"Ok"

After hanging up the phone, Asakura Ming quickly turned out the script that was still at the bottom of the drawer. At this moment, he finally realized a serious problem...that is...he hasn't read the script yet!