I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"Hundreds of thousands?! Oh my god!"

The entire classroom was instantly filled with a burst of suppressed exclamations!

Looking at her companions' faces filled with shock and fanaticism, Xiaoshan Mengsai felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction as a big sister.

She knew it was time to use her "super hotline" that led directly to the center of power in Tokyo.

……

That night, at Xiaoshan's house.

Like a cat that had just stolen some fish, Xiaoshan Yumesai tiptoed into her parents' bedroom quietly.

She took out the futuristic little silver cube she had long coveted - Panasonic P100 - from the pocket of her father's suit hanging on the hanger with familiarity.

Holding her precious baby in her arms, she ran back to her room, locked the door, took a deep breath, and dialed the number.

On the other end of the phone, Hiroshi Nohara was immersed in another wonderful world full of human fireworks.

In front of him was a huge piece of white paper. On it, simple lines outlined the outline of a late-night restaurant and a man with a scar on his face but eyes as calm as the deep sea.

"Midnight Diner".

This would be his third project after "Urban Tales" and "National Variety Show," a brand new battlefield that would captivate the entire Neon.

Food drama!

"Hello? This is Hiroshi Nohara." Hiroshi Nohara saw that it was the Oyama family calling.

"Brother-in-law! It's me! Your most lovely sister-in-law, Mengsai!" From the other end of the phone came Xiaoshan Mengsai's voice, full of energy and as warm as a little sun.

"Oh, it's you." Nohara Hiroshi's lips curled up into a doting smile: "Why? Want to come to Tokyo to play again?"

"No way!" Koyama Yumesae pouted, then spoke straight to the point in a serious tone, full of the air of a business negotiation: "Brother-in-law! On behalf of all the beautiful girls from Aso City First Girls' High School, I'm formally making a request to you! We want to participate in Super Transform! And, we want to represent Kumamoto and win the championship in Tokyo!"

"Oh?" Nohara Hiroshi almost laughed out loud when he heard that.

"But!" Xiaoshan Yumesae changed the subject, her voice tinged with a hint of self-righteous coquettishness. "Although we have passion and beauty, we don't have creativity! So, brother-in-law, you must come up with a unique, god-level idea for us that will instantly amaze all the judges!"

Listening to the unreasonable words that were typical of adolescent girls on the other end of the phone, Nohara Hiroshi shook his head helplessly.

He could almost imagine that mischievous little girl, with her hands on her hips, pouting, and an adorable look that said, "If you don't agree, I'll cry in front of you."

"Okay, okay. I'm afraid of you." He smiled and agreed. "Tomorrow, give me the number of a fax machine near your school. I'll send you the idea and the details of the performance."

Speaking of creativity, he actually has quite a few.

"Yeah! Brother-in-law, you are my God!" Xiaoshan Mengya cheered immediately.

……

The next day at noon, in a small stationery store on Aso City Commercial Street.

The old fax machine, which looked quite old, made a series of squeaking protest sounds before it finally and slowly spit out a piece of still hot paper.

Koyama Yumesae and her four little sisters, like five little birds waiting to be fed, immediately surrounded the piece of paper.

There aren't many words on the paper.

There are only simple drawings drawn with simple lines, full of dynamics.

In the painting, five girls wearing sailor uniforms of different colors are using their bodies and a few pieces of the simplest, painted cardboard boxes to form a... huge robot teacher who is teaching a group of small paper people at the podium!

At the bottom of the drawing, there is a word of encouragement written in a beautiful yet powerful handwriting.

Go ahead, girls. Use your youth to amaze this summer. —Your most reliable brother-in-law, Nohara Hiroshi.

"Wow--!"

“What a great idea!”

"Robot teacher! What a great idea!"

"And...and my brother-in-law's handwriting is so beautiful!"

The five girls looked at the drawing that was full of fantastic ideas. Their youthful faces were already completely filled with a bright starlight called "worship".

They seemed to have already seen a bright future in which they would be wearing sailor uniforms, standing on the stage that attracted everyone's attention, and receiving the cheers and applause of all the audience.

"Sisters!"

Koyama Yumesae held the drawing high up, like a queen about to go to the battlefield, with a blazing fighting spirit burning in her big black eyes!

"From today on, special training begins! We have only one goal—"

She paused, and amidst those fanatical gazes, she pronounced word by word a domineering declaration that was enough to make all her opponents tremble.

"Dominate the country!"

"Oh!!"

The girls' cheers echoed in this small stationery store, filled with the indomitable youthful power that was enough to blow the roof off the shop.

However, Xiaoshan Mengya couldn't help but pursed her lips as she looked at the pattern on the paper, feeling a little uneasy. "Why does this robot look so familiar?"

……

"Won!"

Yoshiharu Koyama slapped his thigh and looked at the TV screen. He saw that his most supported local sumo wrestler from Kumamoto Prefecture had just pushed his opponent out of the ring, and he immediately smiled with satisfaction.

However, the smile on his face didn't last for more than three seconds before it was completely washed away by the scene that appeared on the screen.

"Next up, we'll be broadcasting the nationwide creative imitation show 'Super Change Change: Kumamoto Regional Audition Edition,' authorized by TV Tokyo and exclusively broadcast by Kumamoto Broadcasting! Let's see what amazing ideas the young people of Kumamoto Prefecture will bring us!"

Accompanied by the host's passionate voice.

The scene changes.

A team of five high school girls wearing cute sailor uniforms, full of youthful energy, appeared in front of the camera.

And the girl standing in the center of the group, with a playful ponytail, facing the camera and making a confident scissors sign, is not his most troublesome little daughter, Yume Koyama. Who else could it be?!

"This is outrageous! This is sheer nonsense!"

The beer glass in Yoshiharu Koyama's hand slammed heavily on the coffee table with a clang, and a lot of cold liquid splashed out, but he was completely unaware.

His face, which had just looked a little rosy because of his sumo victory, was now covered with a dark blue color, and his two thick eyebrows were twisted into an angry "川" character.

He actually... he actually found out from the TV that his precious daughter had participated in this kind of show that he thought was "not worthy of being on stage"!

"What are you angry about again?" The helpless voice of his wife Xiaoshan Gaoya came from the kitchen.

She came out with a plate of freshly cut chilled watermelon. The watermelon with red flesh and black seeds exuded the unique sweetness of midsummer.

"Look at you! Look at the beautiful daughter you gave birth to!"

Yoshiharu Koyama pointed at the TV, his voice filled with uncontrollable rage, like an old lion whose territory had been invaded. "Our Koyama family is a well-known figure in the education community of Kumamoto Prefecture! I, as her father, am the principal! Her eldest sister is a teacher! And yet she goes on TV, prancing around in such a short skirt! How shameless! If my colleagues and the students at school saw this, where would I put my face?!"

"Oh, it's a good thing that children have their own ideas."

Xiaoshan Gaoya put the watermelon down and sat down next to her husband. Her face, always adorned with a gentle smile, showed no trace of anger, but rather a hint of admiration. "Besides, I think Mengsai is quite creative. Look, this show is so interesting! It can help children develop their imagination and hands-on skills. Isn't that a form of learning?"

"study?!"

Yoshiharu Koyama felt his blood pressure soar at a rate that defied medical common sense. "Wearing that kind of clothing and twisting around in front of the entire nation, is that what you call learning?! As a girl, the most important thing is to be dignified! To be decent! To be able to marry a good man in the future! With her being so out in public now, who would dare to marry her in the future?!"

This "marriage theory" full of the stale atmosphere of the Showa era finally made the usually gentle Xiaoshan Gaoya couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

"Dad, it's a different era now, why are you still holding on to such outdated ideas?" She shook her head and said, "Besides, who says our daughter has to rely on marriage to live a good life?"

She paused, looked at her husband's face which was full of "What nonsense are you talking about?", and slowly dropped a bombshell.

"You don't know yet, right? Our Meiya is now the president." Xiaoshan Gaoya said.

"...What?" Yoshiharu Koyama was stunned. He scratched his ears, thinking he was hallucinating. "President? What president? She's just a girl who just graduated..."

"I'm the president of a comics company." Xiaoshan Gaoya's face was filled with a kind of pride. That pride was even three times stronger than when he heard that his eldest daughter had passed the teacher's examination.

"It was that kid Guangzhi, it was set up specifically for her."

She repeated, adding some exaggeration, the "business secrets" that Meiya had excitedly shared with her on the phone a few days ago.

From that two-story office building near Tokyo TV, with its exorbitant rent, to that 10 million yen in start-up capital; from the futuristic company name "Mirai Manga," to the legendary project "Doraemon," personally directed by Hiroshi Nohara and destined to take the shonen manga world by storm...

"Hiroshi said that while Misae wasn't very opinionated on big issues, she was very talented in aesthetics and interpersonal communication. Therefore, Misae was fully responsible for the company's daily operations, recruiting, and liaisons with Shueisha. Hiroshi, on the other hand, was solely responsible for providing a constant stream of creative ideas behind the scenes."

"He also said that this is just the beginning. Once the company is on the right track, it will go public and become a large company like Shueisha. By then, our Meiya will be the youngest and most beautiful president in all of Japan!"

Xiaoshan Gaoya was very excited when he spoke, and his gentle face was full of admiration for his future son-in-law's extraordinary abilities and infinite longing for his daughter's bright future.

Yoshiharu Koyama stood there in a daze, his always stern face filled with disbelief and astonishment.

President...

Ten million……

Listing...

These words, full of modern business flavor, were like invisible hammers, hitting his brain, which had long been filled with traditional concepts such as "iron rice bowl", "civil servants", and "stable life", smashing his worldview that had been entrenched for decades into pieces.

He felt as if he was not listening to his wife, but to a fairy tale full of magical realism.

He, a man who had struggled in the education system all his life and had barely climbed to the position of principal, earned less in a year than the "pocket money" that young man casually threw out.

And his own daughter, who in his eyes was just a naive little girl who needed to be cared for and married into a good family, had actually... actually become the president of a company that managed tens of millions of dollars in capital?

"I... I really... don't understand these young people." After a long time, he squeezed out these words of powerlessness and emotion from his throat.

There was confusion in his voice.

Xiaoshan Gaoya covered his mouth and chuckled: "You are retired now. Just enjoy your life!"

"But." Yoshiharu Koyama pursed his lips, somewhat unwillingly.

At this moment, the host's voice sounded again on TV, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Next, let's give a round of applause to the 'Robot Girls' group from Kumamoto Daiichi Girls' High School! They're going to perform a rendition of 'The Wrath of the Robot Teacher' for us!"

Yoshiharu Koyama raised his head subconsciously.

On the screen, five girls were facing away from the camera, and they quickly used their bodies to form the shape of a giant robot that looked a little funny but lifelike.

Standing at the top, acting as the robot's "head", is none other than his little daughter, Yumesae Koyama.

And his head was combed back in a big slicked-back style.

……