Anime rating game

Therefore, she could naturally tell that both of them had a certain fondness for the president.

'Seriously, talented and handsome guys are always popular. The company president is no wonder he's an anime protagonist. Luckily, he has this easygoing personality, otherwise the company atmosphere would be really weird.'

"Although I really wanted to support Aki, the female protagonist of the anime I helped produce, Mashiro has been guiding our drawing these past few days. Thanks to her help, everyone has improved a lot."

Moreover, given her naive and innocent nature, she needs someone to take care of her.

'After a while, it'll be easy to attract the president's attention; the others simply won't stand a chance.'

"To be honest, it's because Mashiro and the president look like a couple that many ambitious young women in the company find it difficult to make a move."

'Hmm...I wonder what the president is thinking? Is he using Mashiro as a shield, or does he have feelings for her but has some reservations?'

As Ogasawara Rinko was deep in thought, Masamune's gaze suddenly shifted towards her:

"Ms. Mashiro and Ms. Ogasawara, Kiyoshi Handa will be the male lead in an anime we're producing next year. The story takes place four years from now, when he's twenty-three. Can you imagine what Handa will look like at twenty-three?"

“Even if we’re talking about imagining…” Ogasawara Rinko snapped out of her reverie, carefully examined Handa Kiyoshi, and pondered, “What’s the story about? It doesn’t have to be too detailed, but at least there should be a general outline.”

"Let me think about it..."

Masamune pondered for a moment what he could say, then slowly began to speak:

"When he was twenty-three, Handa Kiyoshi, a calligrapher with some national fame, had his award-winning work criticized by the curator at an exhibition as: 'Too conventional, as if written specifically to win an award, utterly uninteresting.' Have you... really tried to break down that high wall called ordinariness?"

"At that moment, Handa Kiyoshi was furious and punched the curator."

"After that, his family sent him to a rural island where Handa's father had lived in his youth to reflect on his actions."

"On the island, Handa Kiyoshi met a group of energetic children, and through their interactions, his mindset gradually changed."

"Later, after creating a work that I thought was interesting, I temporarily returned to Tokyo, went to apologize to the museum director in person, and received a good review."

Hitting someone? Handa, is that you?

Kawafuji Takao glanced at Handa Kiyoshi curiously, then couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"That's exactly what Handa would do. He doesn't care much about his surroundings, but he's extremely dedicated to calligraphy."

"If someone has a high opinion of themselves when it comes to calligraphy, it's understandable that they might be upset if their work, which has received a lot of praise, is suddenly met with criticism."

"I've heard Handa's father mention that he practiced asceticism on an island when he was young, and it's a tradition in the Handa family. Compared to bustling metropolises, it's easier to calm down in the countryside and create better works."

Is it the calligrapher Handa Kiyoshi?

Although the details of the story are still unknown, judging from the opening alone, it should be a leisurely cultivation story.

These kinds of stories can be very boring if not done well, but they can be quite interesting if done well.

Ogasawara Rinko looked Handa Kiyoshi up and down again, gesturing with her hands as she said:

"Handa at twenty-three should have a gentler personality and appearance, and since the story revolves around calligraphy training, his eyes should appear somewhat lost..."

Mashiro quietly looked at Handa Kiyoshi, sketching out his image four years from now in her mind, before speaking:

"Handa, what does your artwork look like? What color do you think it is?"

Noticing Handa Kiyoshi's questioning look, Yasuhara Ema subconsciously offered an explanation:

"The color that Mashiro is referring to is metaphorical. You can interpret it as her asking you what aspects of your work you find interesting?"

"Color? A very vivid metaphor."

Handa Kiyoshi seemed to be deep in thought.

Although calligraphy and painting are not the same thing, they have many things in common.

If we were to use colors as a metaphor, an extremely boring work would be pure white, while an interesting work would be rainbow colors.

"It's never accurate to judge for yourself, please wait a moment..."

Handa Kiyoshi took out his phone, pulled up several photos he had taken at the calligraphy exhibition, and showed them to everyone.

"These are some of my proudest works this year. In Ms. Mashiro's opinion, what color is it?"

"Brownish black".

“Huh…?”

If we talk about black, we'll definitely think of ink, but what does brownish-black mean? What does it represent?

Handa Kiyoshi stared at his phone screen for a while, then shook his head, puzzled.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Mashiro pondered for two seconds before slowly speaking:

What are you thinking about when you write?

"How can I write better? How can I write more perfectly?"

“Interesting works reflect the creator’s mood and allow the audience to experience a variety of emotions, while your work contains nothing.”

It's actually about emotions!

This is calligraphy and painting, not comics. Can it accurately express the creator's feelings?

Handa Kiyoshi unconsciously recalled what he had seen and heard at the art exhibition before the banquet began. Mashiro's works were all very interesting, and one could feel the emotions of the person creating them at that moment.

Huh...? Interesting?

Is this the difference between interesting and boring?

Speaking of which, what kind of mindset do I have when I pick up the brush to create calligraphy?

Moreover, how can one imbue their own feelings into their work so that others can understand them?

Should we focus on details, lines, or the shape, position, and layout of the characters?

"Ms. Mashiro, may I take another look at your work?"

“I took some photos just now,” Kawatsuki Takao interjected with a smile. “You can study them slowly when we get back.”

As they were talking, they noticed Handa Kiyoshi reaching into his pocket. Kawafuji Takao slapped the hand away and said speechlessly:

"What's the rush? Don't forget why we're here today. Doing this kind of thing at the dinner table is extremely rude to Miss Mashiro."

Also.

Handa Kiyoshi instantly snapped out of his daze and quickly bowed his head in apology:

"I'm very sorry, because of what Ms. Mashiro said, I was deeply moved and I was somewhat rude."

"It's ok."

Seeing Mashiro reach for food with her chopsticks, clearly not taking it to heart, Handa Kiyoshi breathed a slight sigh of relief and then said:

"Hayase, when is Mashiro-san's next art exhibition?"

Masamune chuckled and pondered for a moment:

"Well... if there's going to be an art exhibition next year, I'll let you know in advance. Compared to the art exhibition, I think you can look forward to the anime next year; it's sure to inspire you."

"I'm really looking forward to it!" A long-lost smile appeared on Handa Kiyoshi's face.

Can we break down that high wall called ordinariness?

I wonder how I managed to achieve what Hayase envisioned in the animation?

Chapter 82 I dare not look up at her face

Another weekend has passed; it's Monday, December 15th.

After school in the afternoon, in the activity room of the Service Department.

"Aqi, I think that's wrong!"

Hachiman Hikigaya had just sat down in a chair when he noticed Yui Yuigahama walk in from outside the door, standing panting in front of him.

A girl's breath always feels a little itchy, and it even seems a little sweet... Oh no! I almost succumbed to it.

Hachiman Hikigaya subtly moved his chair back a little and sighed:

"What's wrong?"

"Yesterday's anime! Sagami certainly has a lot of problems, but it's so strange that he would unite everyone by exposing himself and turning himself into a bad guy."

"I think this is the fastest way. Besides, the stories in animations are all fake."

"But... I have a feeling you'll definitely do that at next year's school anniversary celebration."

"Everyone has seen the anime, so Sagami won't be able to become the chairman of the school's anniversary celebration next year."

Upon seeing this, Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head slightly:

“Don’t let him lead you astray, Yuihama. This man is beyond saving. His extremely low self-esteem leads him to only use self-harming methods to help others.”

"Yukino is so smart! That's exactly what I wanted to say."

Yui Yuigahama's eyes lit up, and she instinctively grabbed Hachiman Hikigaya with both hands, saying earnestly:

"Please don't keep helping others by hurting yourself. That will definitely hurt those who care about you. That's what I really want to say."

Their eyes met, and she suddenly felt a little shy. She quickly sat back down opposite her and whispered again:

"Um... what did you guys think of yesterday's episode 11?"

“We’re not in the same class this year. When the school festival was held this year, we didn’t know each other and didn’t interact much.”

"I'm really looking forward to next year's school festival. I hope we can prepare together then."

"By the way! How about we go on stage together and sing the theme song or ending theme of the Oregairu anime? I think it would suit us perfectly."

Hachiman Hikigaya paused for a few seconds, then suddenly came to his senses and thought:

Has Yuigahama completely become immersed in the anime?

Indeed, after all, their appearance, personality, and behavior are exactly the same as the real person, so it's hard not to identify with them.

Even I sometimes have the illusion that that is reality.

"Let's talk about it next year. There's still a whole year to go."

"Instead of that, I'd like to ask why you didn't complain to Hayase about his birthday party last Friday?"

"At the time, there was an art exhibition first, then a banquet, so I really couldn't find an opportunity," Yui Yuigahama said softly. "Besides, I have nothing to complain about."