The boss returned proudly with a pig in his arms, and the production office fell into instant chaos. 57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPSBOg3kXbp
A gift from the One Above All became the center of everyone’s attention.
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Warm air from microwaved lunch boxes drifted through the office at noon.
The manager sat by the window, tearing open his chicken-leg bento.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3c2R6DjR0G
Nearby, the art lead leaned against the wall with a bowl of cold noodles, flipping through her set design sketches.
The screenwriter hugged his curry rice on the couch, glasses sliding down his nose—57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6vUMmREAt6
looking like a sheet of paper wrung dry by the plot.
After finishing his lunch earlier, the director had already headed out, saying he needed to check the final wrap-up in the studio.
Filming for Guiltbound had been moving along more smoothly than expected. Everyone was exhausted, but at least they could finally breathe a little.
The two leads were performing with such steady precision it was as if the gods themselves had dropped them from the sky—57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6jVN92Ds0U
most scenes clearing in a single take.
Crew efficiency had practically doubled.
Today was the final day of setting up the scene.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLSA4DzaQQJ
Tomorrow would kick off a major turning-point scene, and the pacing would spike again.
But right now, the office sat in a quiet, comfortable calm.
Until someone shoved the door open.
“Hellooooo my dearests!! Long! Time! No! See!”
The door bounced back with a loud thud, and all three pairs of chopsticks froze midair.
At the entrance stood the boss—face glowing with excitement, aura sparkling— and in his arms, held tightly, was a round, plump, pink little pig.
Silence fell.
The screenwriter slowly removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes hard, then put them back on to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
“Is… is that a pig?”
The boss straightened instantly, like a grade-schooler finally getting called on after waiting an entire class,57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxAEHTagVlB
beaming as if he’d just won the lottery.
“Hahaha—yes! That’s right! I thought you guys weren’t going to notice!”
He immediately lifted the pig a little higher,57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4xG6wOAHAq
as though presenting a trophy.
“This was a gift from the One Above All!”
“Because I’m honest! I run a proper! legit! company!”
The air froze for a moment.
“…Hold on.”
The art lead frowned.
“Who did you just say gave it to you? The One Above All?”
“Seriously? Of all things They could’ve sent, They went with… a pig?”
Her voice carried the shock of someone watching their painstaking layout get torn apart.
The manager remained silent, eyes fixed on the pig—57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3V9IeieZTK
expression deep, like he was analyzing an abnormal fluctuation in an investment report.
Sensing the shift in mood, the boss suddenly adopted a tone of tragic solemnity.
“Lil’ Pink may be a pig, but he’s the most special pig in this world!”
“You even named him?”
The screenwriter wondered if he had woken up too early for this.
“What’s so special about it?” The manager finally spoke.
Boss’s excitement reignited instantly, as if he were about to unveil an entirely new world.
He pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the table and carefully offered them to the pig in his arms.
“Everyone, pay attention! Don’t blink!”
Then he set the pig onto the desk.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvwpwjmJdzE
Lil’ Pink let out two soft grunts, stretched out its two tender pink trotters—
And under everyone’s stunned gaze, the chopsticks snapped neatly onto its hooves, as though magnetized.
With practiced ease, Lil’ Pink picked up a piece of cabbage from the edge of the table—
“Ta-da! A pig that can use chopsticks!”
The boss cheered like a concert hype MC, raising Lil’ Pink high above his head.
All three froze.
Mind blanking out, the art lead dropped her chopsticks straight into the sauce with a sharp splash.
The screenwriter’s mouth hung half open, as if he had just missed an entire chain of logic.
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slowly stood up and walked toward the little piglet still grunting softly on the desk.
“…May I… touch your hands?”
Lil’ Pink let out a soft “oink~,” as if giving permission.
Its tiny pink trotters were offered toward him.
The manager bent down and gently brushed the soft pink hooves, even giving them a careful little squeeze.
His expression stayed calm, his movements tender—57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡim4M55lnYE
as if he were handling some kind of rare, priceless prop.
A faint smile crept unknowingly onto his lips.
The screenwriter stared, stunned, his gaze inching toward the scene.
“…I didn’t expect you to be into… this…”
“Is there seriously no normal person left in this crew…?”
He quietly set down his curry rice, falling into a spiritual void.
Across the office, the boss was spinning in circles, shouting:
“The One Above All really loves me—57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2TuLupfvnT
Lil’ Pink is SO cute—57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFaSAXd2g80
and he even learned how to sit today——!”
Lil’ Pink sat primly on the desk, calmly holding a carrot between her trotters.
The office echoed with little grunts…57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOmMYXtJedU
and the sound of everyone’s worldview shattering.
Tomorrow the crew was supposed to film a major turning-point scene—57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf7af6hFNwU
but today, the turning point had already arrived.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzuo5W068L7
and then Add to home screen.