Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 194 - 117. A Few Points on Photography at Meiji Shri

The fireworks festival, boasting the na "The Last Sumr Fireworks," lasted from seven-thirty to eight-thirty, a full hour.

Fireworks were beautiful, but after more than ten minutes, they seed boring, and after half an hour, you would almost want to leave.

Dubian Che glanced around and whispered to Jiutiao ijie that he was ready to go eat sothing.

"I’ll go with you." Jiutiao ijie, equally bored, stood up.

At this mont, the booming sounds of fireworks were incessant, her face illuminated by the fireworks, and her dress and long hair fluttering in the night breeze made Dubian Che montarily think he really saw a fairy of the night.

Jiutiao ijie, with a trace of a smile in her eyes, glanced at Dubian Che who was staring at her and reached out her hand.

Coming back to his senses, Dubian Che took it with a smile.

Seeing the two leave their seats, the organizers, who had been hiding sowhere, suddenly appeared.

Upon knowing that the two were going to eat, they volunteered to introduce the food prepared for the VIPs that day.

"This is tuna sushi, which was just shipped from Tottori Prefecture this morning, and this is sea urchin from Hokkaido Rishiri..."

Dubian Che didn’t usually spend money on raw food, but with this rare opportunity, he tasted every dish introduced by the organizers.

Jiutiao ijie originally planned to send the rambling organizers away, but seeing that Dubian Che was listening with interest, she didn’t say anything.

As expected in the VIP area, even the dining spot had a clear view over the entire Shengong Stadium.

The stadium had a rule that if you leave in the middle of the event, you cannot re-enter, so along the aisle of chairs, there were people specifically selling snacks and beer.

This lively and noisy crowded scene, compared to the empty VIP area around them, was like two different worlds.

Dubian Che ate sushi and imagined if he hadn’t t Jiutiao ijie, whether he would be among these people or with a tripod, boom mic, and Kiyono Lin outside of Shengong Stadium.

But in any case, he wouldn’t have been in this VIP area with security guards watching over, preventing unauthorized personnel from barging in, and exquisite food freely laid out on long tables.

Casually finishing their al, as the ti approached eight-twenty, the two left Shengong Stadium to et up with Kiyono Lin.

Sitting on a bench at the entrance of Shengong Stadium, Kiyono Lin was holding a box of stir-fried noodles.

She looked up at the sky at the fireworks, occasionally rembering to put a chopstick-full of sauce-coated noodles into her mouth.

Dubian Che followed her gaze towards the fireworks, most of which were blocked by the buildings of Shengong Stadium. The view here was very bad, worse than from further away.

For instance, the bench they sat on in the afternoon, or over by the ginkgo trees, both offered a complete view of the fireworks.

There was no charge there, and many citizens brought plastic mats, filling up the square like a picnic, eating their own food while watching the fireworks.

It might even be more comfortable than paying for a ticket.

"We should have gone in together, you can also take pictures of the fireworks inside, and eat for free," Dubian Che withdrew his gaze.

Kiyono Lin put down her noodles and leisurely wiped her mouth with a tissue.

"Do you think I’m like Mr. Dubian? I’ve had enough of that kind of place, the noodles outside are delicious," she said with an indifferent tone laced with irritation.

Feeling inexplicably accused, Dubian Che wondered if the smoke from the fireworks had sohow mixed into her noodles.

Indeed, the night air was full of the sll of gunpowder.

"It was your own suggestion to stay here, why are you getting mad..."

Dubian Che didn’t finish his sentence when the announcer’s excited voice ca over the broadcast: "Thank you all for waiting, we’ve finally arrived at the end! Please enjoy the passion of the last days of sumr, a rapid sequence of eighty Number 5 fireworks starting now!"

Before he could grasp what the announcer was talking about, rockets erupted in an instant, and a series of huge firework waterfalls dazzled in the night sky.

Dubian Che watched in amazent at this feast of light and sound, he had never seen such incredible fireworks before.

Standing beside him, Kiyono Lin and Jiutiao ijie also quietly gazed at the scene, their snow-white delicate faces clearly illuminated.

Kiyono Lin suddenly snapped out of it: "The movie!"

"Almost forgot." Dubian Che quickly got to work.

Fortunately, although it was rapid-fire, it was not a submachine gun, and before the eighty fireworks had finished, Kiyono Lin managed to capture the shots of Jiutiao ijie’s nervousness and disappointnt.

Dubian Che put away the boom mic: "Are we just shooting the leading lady going ho and then we’re done for today?"

"No need," said Kiyono Lin, ""Iwate Prefecture to Tokyo, 400 kiloters" is the estimated twenty-five minutes on set, so non-essential shots, like you being stabbed to death, the heroine going ho, and even your funeral after that, none of these will be fild."

"... Never mind arguing about other matters, what is ’Iwate Prefecture to Tokyo, 400 kiloters’?"

"It’s the na of the movie, didn’t you know?" Kiyono Lin’s shockingly bad acting is awfully cute.

"How should I know?"

"I thought you were so smart, you would have guessed," said Kiyono Lin as if it were the most obvious thing.

What kind of person could guess the movie na the director suddenly ca up with? Dubian Che really wanted to take lessons from such a person.

Also, why was this ’leading man’ so "coincidentally" also from Iwate Prefecture?

He turned to Jiutiao ijie and said: "I can understand why you dislike this person so much now, I also dislike her now."

Jiutiao ijie gave Kiyono Lin a sly glance.

But Kiyono Lin glared at Dubian Che and said: "We’ve finished what needed to be shot, let’s go."