Maybe a Fake Gintama

Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 390 Humans Only Exist in This World in Order to Affirm Their Own Existence!

"Huh?" Otsuu's expression once again fell into a daze.

'Perfect my ass! I already said it would kill her!' Kawaki was already dumbfounded, 'Can you get to the point a little faster? The main topic is to let her come to me, right? Isn't it for her to express her dissatisfaction to me?'

Just as he thought of this, a light flashed in Kawaki's eyes, and he instantly widened his eyes. At the same time, he said in his mind, 'I get it! It's like this! You want to use this method to force her to come to me! You want her to be dissatisfied and then let her come to me! Not bad, you guys! You actually thought of this method! Good luck! Continue!'

On the other side, looking at the unwilling Otsuu who was pinching the corner of her clothes, Artist A curled the corners of her mouth and said with some disdain, "Tch, what, there are so many things to do. You're just a newcomer. You're too complacent, right?"

Otsuu instantly became aggrieved, and tears faintly appeared in the corners of her eyes.

"Ah, I got it, I got it. Don't cry," Artist A sighed and continued, "Then let's cancel the entire show."

"Cancel?" Otsuu-chan asked doubtfully.

"Change the plan and change it to an interview-type talk show." Artist A replied.

Kawaki cursed in his mind, 'Wait a minute! I should be the one to decide this kind of thing, right? Am I the producer or are you the producer? Why did you cancel the show?! Is it not my turn yet? It has been a long time! I only appeared once at the beginning, right?'

"What about the content? It's a talk show, but there should be some content, right?" Otsuu-chan asked seriously, "What kind of topic should we discuss? I'll make some preparations here."

"No need, no need. That kind of thing doesn't matter," said Artist A while waving her hand.

"No!" Otsuu shook her head and said seriously, "I have to do a good job! Take every minute and every second seriously and consider every word carefully. I want everyone watching the show to appreciate my soul!"

"Um... You are called Otsuu-chan, right?"

"Yes, Otsuu-chan." Otsuu nodded.

"I say, you are a newcomer, right? Because you are a newcomer, you don't understand anything about the TV industry. To be honest, even if you do the program seriously, the audience won't watch it."

Artist A waved her hand and said casually, "Fast-forward after recording to quickly watch online videos. After checking other people's views on SNS, you will want to see it. Don't pretend to point fingers."

"Talk about this and that about what you got for nothing. TV was meant to be just for entertainment. If you insist on limiting the scope of entertainment, you will end up in a mess."

"I feel like... it suddenly becomes serious..." Otsuu silently complained.

Artist A raised an index finger, and the expression on her face became a little serious. She then continued, "TV series that are tasteless to watch are discarded. There are no critics who have the spirit to criticize the news. People who read the news on the Internet when they go to work, then pretend to know everything. Yes, the world is becoming more and more convenient. Even the news on the other side of the earth can be instantly obtained."

Artist A did not stop and continued to chatter on...

"But so what? Are we happy? There is more information, are we enriched? Is the emptiness in our hearts filled? How much do we have to work to be satisfying? Originally, the matter of filling the stomach has already made human beings exhausted. Searching for food all day, chasing wild animals with their life..."

'So annoying! So annoying!' On the other side, Kawaki was already on the verge of collapse, 'Life mentor?! What happened to suddenly becoming a life mentor?! Do you really remember your purpose?!'

"That..." Otsuu raised her hand and weakly interrupted Artist A. She tentatively asked, "Are you going to discuss this topic in depth?"

"Too slow!" Artist A's tone changed and she reprimanded her seriously.

"Eh?"

"I've been waiting for you to pick up and ask me to stop!" Artist A explained with a serious face, "That, what I just said is something I haven't said at all in normal times. What is the spirit of criticism? What is being tasteless and abandoned? Please, can you take a look at the atmosphere? My mouth can't keep up with my brain, and I'm almost biting my tongue. And I don't know what I'm talking about."

'Don't you know it yourself?!' Kawaki held his forehead and looked speechless.

"So, if you don't hurry up and give me a way out, I'll be very troubled." Artist A spread her hands and shrugged, "This is how complaints work!"

"Complaints?" Otsuu was stunned.

"It's a hot summer day!" Artist A sighed.

"Huh?" Otsuu was still in a daze.

"Spit it out!" Artist A scolded loudly, "[Huh], what? Are stupid, complain to me immediately! This is your job! "

"That... I... complain is a bit..." Otsuu-chan lowered her head and said weakly.

"Then what can you do? You can't complain, you can't even use props. Speaking of which, what else can you do?" Artist A said with a face full of contempt.

"I..."

"Then let's just use explosives. Five is enough," Artist A continued.

'Why did you go back?! Why did you go back to the topic of explosives?!' Kawaki really wanted to rush out and complain loudly. However, due to the character settings, he could only forcefully endure it, 'Can't do it! Absolutely not! That kind of thing can't be done at all!'

Otsuu-chan pinched the corner of her clothes and bit her lower lip, looking aggrieved.

"Alright, alright. Don't make that kind of expression again," Artist A sighed and then asked, "Then let's talk about other topics."

'Is it finally time for love talk?' Kawaki was delighted in his heart, 'After waiting for so long, is it finally going to get to the point? Hurry up! I can't wait anymore!'

"Other topics?" Otsuu was puzzled.

"About you, your specialty is selling point or something, is there nothing? Otsuu-chan artist's selling point," Artist A explained.

'Why is it still an artist's topic?!' Kawaki was already impatient to the extreme, 'That's enough! That kind of question is not something you should ask! It should be me! Speaking of which, who is the producer between the two of us?!'

"Selling point... selling point..." Otsuu crossed her arms over her chest and pinched her chin with her other hand. She closed her eyes and began to think hard, "My... my selling point... my..."

"How is it? Have you thought of it?"

"I... um... what is my selling point?" Otsuu muttered to herself, "What on earth can I do? I'm very ordinary. Speaking of which, why did I become an artist? I'm such an ordinary girl... Speaking of ordinary, why do I even exist in this world? And why was I born? What? In the end, who am I? I..."

'Stop! Stop! Stop this topic quickly!' Kawaki covered his ears, 'It's too deep! This problem is not something an artist should think about! Just leave it to a philosopher! Forget about being ordinary! Forget it!'

"Hey? Are you alright?" Artist A reminded.

"Ah! I got it!" Otsuu suddenly looked up, "I already know! The reason for my existence!"

'Why did the topic go so far off?!' Kawaki was speechless in his heart.

"Are... are you really alright?" Artist A asked with concern.

"I'm alright!" Otsuu-chan replied with a serious face, "And I already know! I already know why I was born in this world! I must have appeared in this world to affirm myself!"

'Why?!' Kawaki directly spat out a mouthful of blood, 'Why did the topic change to this extent?'

Otsuu reached out and placed her hand on her chest. She continued unhurriedly, "It's fine as it is. No matter who is born into this world, you don't need to think about selling points and characteristics. It's not necessary! As long as it exists! Yes! People in the world will listen to my voice!!"

Kawaki wiped the tears on his face and silently complained in his heart, 'What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand! Although it sounds very reasonable, I don't understand! When will it change to the main topic?'

"So, what exactly can you do?" Asked Artist A.

"Yes," Otsuu smiled, "I don't know anything!"

Artists A, "..."

'In the end, you still don't know anything?!' Kawaki spat out another mouthful of blood, 'Today's chapter is about to end, but in the end, you still don't know anything?! How to strike up a conversation?! What about the theme?!'

Just as Kawaki was about to go crazy, he suddenly noticed the phone on the desk from the corner of his eye.

'I got it!' Kawaki suddenly thought of something and quickly walked over in joy, 'If it really doesn't work, I can only use this move!'

Kawaki came to the desk, picked up the phone on the table, and directly pressed the front desk number.

Ring~ Ring~ Ring~

After a few rings, the phone was finally picked up...

"Kawaki-sama, what's wrong?" The voice of the female Artist B came from the other side of the line.

"The new artist from the company is called Otsuu-chan, right? Let her come to my office." Kawaki cleared his throat and said, "Remember, let her come alone!"

'Said it!' Kawaki felt a little relieved in his heart, 'Although it sounds a bit like pillow business(unspoken rule), there is no other way! It can only be done like this! If they continue to mess around like this, they won't be able to enter the topic!'

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