It is a very bright day. The sun strongly shines until it brings a hot air into the classroom. A drop of sweat streams on the edge of Xiao Ping's face. Her heavy eyes are forced to be opened and pays attention to a boring explanation of the history of the Mongolians' attack to Mainland, told by her old teacher in front of the class. The eyes become heavier and slowly close down. Xiao Ping's head nods, and that wakes Xiao Ping up. She straights back her head then wipes her fully sweat wet bang up.
Xiao Ping glares at Er Hua beside her. Er Hua is currently drawing something on her book. Xiao Ping shifts her sight back to front and sighs. A history subject is always boring, even more if the teacher's method is to telling story with a voice soft enough to be heard only by her own ears.
Xiao Ping feels a touch on her hand. She turns to her bench mate. Er Hua shows her notebook, she drew a face of Takeshi. She is so talented in drawing. Xiao Ping grabs the book while still starring at the drawing and smile. The drawing makes her misses Takeshi.
It's been a while since she received Takeshi's email. But she understands it well because in his last email Takeshi told her that he would be super busy. Xiao Ping returns the book and whispers, "It's beautiful." Er Hua nods, she thinks it also,
"Takeshi is rarely on TV nowadays. Even on Japanese ones," Er Hua opens a conversation with a faint voice. Xiao Ping nods in agreement. "He is busy shooting. There are two doramas he's working on," Xiao Ping informs in the same level of voice.
"Eenng.. from the internet. I read it in one of the forum," Xiao Ping tries hard to keep a natural tone in her voice. She leers on Er Hua, not dare to turn her face. She is afraid her blushing face would make Er Hua suspicious. Fortunately, Er Hua decides to believe her reason and doesn't prolong it. Xiao Ping secretly sighs in relieved.
As her promise to Takeshi, she can not tell Er Hua that she remains her connection to Takeshi through the lostboy2000 address. The only person knows about the conversation she has is Yu Jin. She can hide nothing from that guy. Beside, Xiao Ping believes that Yu Jin will not tell anyone about it. She trusts him.
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"おはよう ! (Ohayo-Morning)" Takeshi greets some crews that are preparing the set. The greeting is returned to him while he enters make up room. There is no one else there. Takeshi sits on front a light-surrounded mirror. He glances at his watch. 6.10 AM. He decides to reread his script.
"Hey, Takeshi.. You've come," someone greets him from the door. Takeshi looks at the person from the mirror. To know the person is the director, Takeshi immediately stands up and greets him back in formal.
The director enters the room while lighting his cigarette. "Have you memorized the script ?" he asked while exhales the smoke. Takeshi's nod makes him smiles. "That's what i love about you," The director praises him in mumble since he has a cigarette between his lips.
The director takes a comb and combing his nearly all-white hair. "You are always serious and professional. Any problem about the script ?" the director asks while setting him self in the mirror.
"I haven't any by far. I would definitely consult to you if there is any," Takeshi smily answers. The director nods. "Just wait for a little bit. The make up crew should come soon," he says as before goes off the room. After he has gone, Takeshi sits back and read his script.
A half hour later he hears a running steps accompanies with a scolding voice of the director. "Sorry.. I woke late," a sissy voice replies the scold before entering the make up room in hurry.
The make up crew who just arrived puts a small black luggage on the table, in front of Takeshi, then opens it with grumbling. "That old director.. he's so fussy." He then turns to Takeshi. "Forgive me, there was a party last night, so I woke up a little late," he says with flirtatious smile, Takeshi just nods. "Beside, there is only you. Other actors hasn't arrived," the guys adds. He opens a foundation bottle and starts apply it on Takeshi's face.