Entertainment to the death, make a tokusatsu film that will crush the entire internet.

Yang Qian took out a pair of sunglasses from her pants pocket and put them on.

He then pulled a black face mask from his pocket, skillfully hooked it over his ears, and put on a black baseball cap without any logo.

After putting on the three-piece suit, he glanced at himself in the reflection of the convenience store's glass door.

It's alright, I can't recognize it.

By now, he has gained a certain degree of fame in City A.

He didn't want to be recognized.

It's not because he doesn't like fans.

On the contrary, he always felt genuine gratitude towards the audience of the Land of Light.

He just didn't want his normal life to be disrupted.

Especially when slacking off.

Slacking off requires absolute freedom and a sense of relaxation from being watched.

Once someone recognizes you, the sense of relaxation disappears, and slacking off becomes another form of overtime.

Unlike some tech giants, which spend all day creating controversy and disputes.

My phone vibrated; a Weibo notification popped up.

The CEO of a tech company once again engaged in a heated online spat with a competitor, posting several tweets with strong language, which turned the comment section into a chaotic mess.

During this period, they also heavily promoted their new car and organized a seven-hour rain shower challenge.

boring.

There is a peculiar dividing line between the old city and the new city of City A.

With Central Park as the boundary, to the east lies the CBD skyline supported by glass curtain walls and steel structures.

To the west lies an old neighborhood shaped by time.

This street is only a few kilometers away from the development zone where the headquarters of the Land of Light is located.

But their temperaments are completely different.

There are no food delivery riders revving their engines and speeding across the road, and no white-collar workers pouring out of office buildings and crossing every zebra crossing during their lunch break.

Only the old man repairing bicycles was dozing under the sycamore tree, and old songs from the last century were playing on the radio.

Yang Qian wandered aimlessly for two streets, and at a corner, she was hit by the aroma of pork bone soup wafting out.

Only genuine pork bones and chicken frames simmered in an iron pot for several hours will release their rich, fatty aroma.

He followed the aroma and found a noodle shop next to a huge sycamore tree.

The storefront is small, sandwiched between a shoe repair shop and an old-fashioned barbershop, with a handwritten sign hanging under the awning.

"Uncle Six's Noodle Shop".

Pushing open the glass door of the noodle shop, the wind chimes overhead tinkled.

The walls were covered with animation posters.

Ultraman Tiga, Rainbow Cat, Pretty Cure, Sakura...

All are original versions.

Hey! This boss is a fan of the Land of Light.

"A bowl of their signature tonkotsu ramen, plus a serving of char siu."

Yang Qian ordered at the counter and then found a corner seat against the wall.

When the noodles were served, the steam rising from the large bowl directly covered his face.

Just then, the wind chimes on the glass door rang again.

"Two bowls of tonkotsu ramen, both with eggs—"

The two of them each ordered a bowl of noodles, and as soon as they sat down, they began discussing the framework setting of Ultraman Mebius.

Lin Mo said in a serious tone, "I think that Möbius strip that Mebius transforms into is definitely Hikaru's way of foreshadowing the whole series."

Wang Dong nodded in agreement, "+1, maybe A-Guang will pull off a big one later."

"And did you know that some netizens are now suspecting that Captain Serizawa is actually played by Hikaru himself?"

Yang Qian buried her face in the bowl of noodles and ate them faster than before.

The meal was more dangerous than he had anticipated.

Uncle Liu, who had been quietly cooking noodles in the kitchen, finally couldn't hold back any longer when he heard the commotion outside.

"Lin Mo, what are you talking about so enthusiastically? Ultraman?"

"Sixth Uncle!"

Lin Mo was clearly very familiar with the boss. "We were talking about Ultraman Mebius from the Land of Light."

Wang Dong chimed in, "Uncle Liu, didn't you also have posters of the Land of Light up your shop? Have you considered selling those? I'll offer a high price, really."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Liu waved his hand, a hint of smugness creeping into his smile.

"Don't you understand? It's an original, signed item! A poster from the Ultraman Tiga era, I wouldn't release one!"

Uncle Liu made no attempt to hide his pride, casually glancing to the side.

Yang Qian was eating noodles with her head down, her sunglasses pushed up to her forehead, and her mask pulled down and hanging on one ear.

Uncle Liu's smile froze for a moment.

His gaze lingered on Yang Qian for a moment longer before he subtly looked away.

"Enjoy your meal, both of you. You can ask for more noodles if you're still hungry."

He then turned around and went back behind the counter.

Less than two minutes later, the owner of the noodle shop strolled over.

He now had a plate of char siu and a soft-boiled egg in his hand.

Uncle Liu placed the char siu in front of Yang Qian, saying, "Young man, this bowl of noodles is on me."

Yang Qian looked up and met the boss's eyes, which were narrowed to slits.

"Need not......"

"No, you must ask."

Uncle Six's attitude was firm: "I'm a fan of the Land of Light. If you don't accept it, then I'll post it on my WeChat Moments."

"After all, you don't want to be..."

Yang Qian: ......

numb.

Has every fan learned this sales pitch now?

"Let it go."

Faced with the threat, Yang Qian had no choice but to accept it.

He pointed to the seat opposite him, gesturing for Uncle Liu to sit down.

Uncle Liu didn't stand on ceremony and sat down opposite him.

"Now that I've met you in person, I have a question for you."

Once Uncle Liu sat down, he cut to the chase and asked, "How many animations are you planning to make?"

Yang Qian put down her chopsticks and thought about the question seriously.

"There are many more stories I haven't finished telling."

"I want all children and adults to be able to watch the animations they love. I have a lot of time and a lot of ideas. Anything can happen."

Sixth Uncle instantly understood what was going on.

"I understand. Don't worry, from now on, any noodles you want to eat will be free. As long as my noodle shop is still open, you'll always have a bowl of noodles."

"That's so kind of you."

Yang Qian smiled and picked up her chopsticks again.

"You're already calling me Sixth Uncle, why are you being so polite with me?"

"Then let's have another order of char siu!"

Uncle Liu stood up, pointed at him, and laughed, "You little rascal... just you wait!"

Uncle Liu turned around and went into the kitchen.

Yang Qian waited a few seconds, then reached into his pocket and pulled out the marker he always carried with him.

Although his sixth uncle treated him to noodles, he didn't eat for free.

He leaned back in the booth, pretending to look down at his phone, but actually glancing around to the left and right.

The two young men were still engrossed in eating their noodles, and no one noticed him.

well.

Yang Qian stood up from the booth and walked to the side of the booth.

One of the posters was unframed and unsigned.

Yang Qian uncapped her pen and wrote a few words in the lower right corner of the poster.

"The noodles were delicious, and the char siu was delicious too—Ah Guang."

After finishing writing, he put the marker back in his pocket, sat back down in the corner booth, and pulled his hat brim down a little.

Ten minutes later, Yang Qian finished the last mouthful of noodle soup.

"Sixth Uncle, I'm leaving now."

"Take care—"

Just as Lin Mo and the other person were about to leave, he suddenly glanced at the spot where Yang Qian had been sitting.

It doesn't matter if you don't flick it, but if you do...

"Holy crap! This...this...this..."

"What are you looking at?"

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Dong, who was standing to the side, followed Lin Mo's gaze.

"Holy crap!!!"

"What are you two doing?"

Uncle Liu strode out of the kitchen.

Lin Mo pointed to the poster in the corner, his finger trembling slightly, his eyes wide open.

"Sixth Uncle, this poster has Ah Guang's signature on it."

Uncle Liu went over and took a look.

"Damn it..."

Lin Mo turned her head slowly. "Sixth Uncle, that person just now... wasn't that Ah Guang?"

Absolutely!

Wang Dong squeezed through from behind his sixth uncle.

"Absolutely! This signature is exactly the same as the one on that Ultraman Tiga poster!"

"Uncle Liu, are you selling your posters? We'll pay you right here."

"Yes, you can transfer the money now!"

Lin Mo added that his hand had already unconsciously gone into his pocket next to his phone.

"roll!"

Uncle Liu stepped between the two young men and the poster.

He plans to frame it tonight.

wrong!

Now!

That evening, a long queue formed in front of Uncle Liu's noodle shop.

These people came specifically to check out the noodle shop that Ah-Guang had eaten at.

Everyone is asking the same question.

"Which seat is Ah-Guang sitting in? I want to sit in that seat."

Sixth Uncle: There's a mole inside.

......

Three hours ago, a netizen with the ID "Wang Dong is not North" posted a Weibo post.

"I ran into Ah-Guang at Uncle Six's Noodle Shop today! Ah-Guang actually signed the posters at Uncle Six's Noodle Shop! Damn it, why didn't I recognize him sooner! I was only half a partition away from my idol!!! [Picture: Signed Poster]"

"Where is Uncle Liu's noodle shop? I need an answer urgently. If I take a taxi there now, will I still be able to eat the same ramen as Ah Guang? I don't need the noodles, just let me touch the table he sat at."

"Uncle Liu's Noodle Shop, at the entrance of Wutong Alley, Beihu District, City A, next to the shoe repair shop. You're welcome."