I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

Yoshiharu Koyama seemed to have guessed who this was imitating. He subconsciously touched his slicked-back hair and his eyes twitched slightly.

But the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised.

"Class! Be quiet!"

She imitated the tone of her father's usual lectures and shouted loudly in a voice that was full of majesty, yet a little cute and childish.

Then, the body of the "robot" began to walk around the stage with a mechanical and funny movement. Sometimes it stretched out its "arm" and knocked on the student's desk; sometimes it turned its "head" and glared at the student who was reading comics with its eyes with exaggerated eyeliner.

The clumsy yet imaginative performance instantly made the whole audience burst into laughter!

"puff--"

Yoshiharu Koyama looked at his daughter on the screen, who was imitating his angry expression very vividly. All the seriousness and anger on that usually stern face melted away quietly like ice and snow at this moment.

He wanted to be angry and maintain the dignity of the head of the family.

But the uncontrollable and crazy upward corners of his mouth had already betrayed his true thoughts.

The pride that belonged to his father could not be hidden after all, and it quietly leaked out from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

"Hmph, it's... still quite interesting."

He picked up the glass of beer in front of him, which had long since died, and took a sip. While he said this, his eyes, which always had a sense of scrutiny, had already curved into a crescent moon, more gentle than the moonlight outside the window.

Chapter 125: Coercion in President Meisai’s Office! Devil Hiroshi!

Omagari City, Akita Prefecture.

When the brand new Toyota Land Cruiser, like a steel behemoth covered in urban dust, slowly drove into the simple courtyard of the Nohara family, the dust it raised seemed to carry a hint of anxiety that did not belong to this land.

The car door was slammed shut roughly with a bang, and Nohara Ginnosuke jumped out of the car with a dark face, like a moving angry King Kong.

He didn't even bother to say hello to his eldest son who had parked the car behind him, and rushed straight into the old Japanese-style house that was full of traces of time.

"That's unreasonable!"

He opened the refrigerator door, took out a can of ice-cold Asahi beer, opened the pull ring with a "click", tilted his head back and drank most of it. The cold liquid slid down his throat, but it did not extinguish the nameless fire in his heart.

Nohara Sashi parked the car, carrying a few boxes of snacks bought from a convenience store in the city, with the same look of helplessness and frustration on his face.

He placed the plastic box of edamame and fried chicken nuggets on the low table in front of his father, then folded his arms and leaned against the door frame. His dark face was flushed with anger.

"Hey, what happened to you two?"

Nohara Tsuru, the mainstay of the Nohara family, was walking out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced ​​chilled watermelon.

She looked at her two men, one big and one small, who looked as if they had been betrayed by the whole world. A hint of confusion appeared on her face that always had a gentle smile.

"Aren't you going to the city to attend that... audition, to give Ikuna a surprise? Why didn't Ikuna come back with you guys? Instead, you all have sullen faces?"

Her words were like a needle, accurately piercing Nohara Sashi's already fragile heart.

His dark face instantly turned purple, his neck stiffened, and he couldn't utter a word.

When Nohara Tsuru saw her eldest son's reaction, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. Her mother's heart instantly rose to her throat: "Xizhi, you...you didn't have a fight with Ikuna, did you?"

"No!" Nohara Sashi almost yelled, then realized his own mistake and quickly lowered his voice, which was full of grievance. "I... I didn't pick her up today at all."

After he finished speaking, he looked towards the culprit who was drinking alone, asking for help: "Mom, don't ask me, ask Dad! Ask him what good things he did outside today!"

"Hmm?" Nohara Tsuru's gaze, like two gentle yet penetrating searchlights, fell on her husband.

After all, Nohara Tsuru knew that his wife had designed a farmer's idea to participate in the competition.

It doesn't matter even if the results of the competition are not good.

After all, it's just an audition.

For happiness.

"Ah...that...that..." Nohara Ginnosuke felt a little guilty when he was looked at, but his heart full of self-esteem as an "artist" would not allow him to bow his head.

He slammed the jug of wine down on the table, raised his neck, and said in a voice filled with indignation and grief at being underappreciated: "Humph! Those guys don't know what they're talking about! They don't understand what art is! What avant-garde is! What expressionism is!"

"I told them that young people today are too conservative! Not open-minded at all! Not humorous at all! We in Japan should learn from our great ally, the United States! Learn from their free and unrestrained spirit! Only then can our country truly become strong!"

This impassioned speech filled with grand narratives completely stunned Nohara Tsuru.

She blinked her clear eyes and cautiously asked, "So... you auditioned for 'Super Mutant' today and lost?"

“Even though they lost, it’s because they don’t know the value of things! They don’t understand art.”

As soon as this was mentioned, Nohara Ginnosuke instantly perked up. All the resentment on his old face had faded away, replaced by a childish show-off and excitement.

This was also his deliberate attempt to change the subject.

"Ahe, you didn't see it! That scene was simply amazing!" He gestured with his hands and feet, his small eyes gleaming with an inexperienced light: "There were huge crowds of people! The gongs and drums were roaring! It was even more lively than our festivals! Let me tell you, the young people in Daqu City nowadays are really amazing! Their creativity, wow, it's really... really..."

He racked his brains for a long time and finally learned a fashionable word from his promising youngest son.

“It’s… absolutely amazing!”

He described with great enthusiasm the comical performances at the audition site that were full of fantastic ideas, from office workers who used their bodies to imitate the "Shinkansen entering the station" to housewives who played a "symphony" with pots and pans. His heartfelt admiration and love were beyond words.

Nohara Tsuru's face was filled with longing after hearing this. His gentle eyes were filled with curiosity about city life. "Oh, now that you mention it, it seems really interesting. Sashi, next time, can you take Mom to the city to have a look? I want to see it too."

"Yeah!" Nohara Sashi nodded heavily, and a trace of guilt towards his mother appeared on his dark face.

Only then did he remember that he seemed to... really had never taken his mother to the city for fun.

"I want to go next time too!" Nohara Ginnosuke came up again immediately after hearing this. He puffed out his chest proudly, his thick eyebrows moving up and down. "By then, I'll be a celebrity! Maybe when I walk on the street, people will ask me for my autograph!"

"Dad! Let's get down to business!" Nohara Sashi's old face turned purple again. He felt that his whole day's face was almost ruined by his unreliable father.

"Business? What business?" Nohara Ginnosuke looked confused.

Then he knew that he couldn't hide it anymore.

Then, as if remembering something, he slapped his thigh suddenly, and an expression of grievance that his artistic attainments had been misunderstood appeared on his old face.

"Isn't it just... isn't it just a performance of the masculine elephant dance that has been passed down from our Nohara family for generations?!"

"..."

The entire Japanese-style room seemed to have been muted.

The smile on Nohara Tsuru's face froze instantly.

She slowly, slowly turned her head and looked at Nohara Ginnosuke. All the expressions on that face that always had a gentle smile had disappeared, leaving only a deep gloom, like dark clouds covering a city before a storm.

The air was filled with a suffocating and terrifying atmosphere called "murderous intent".

Nohara Sashi subconsciously shrank his neck, silently picked up the watermelon in front of him, slipped into the kitchen, and pretended that he heard nothing.

However, Nohara Ginnosuke, who was still immersed in his own "art world", was completely unaware of the approaching danger.

"I told them, this is the symbol of strength and courage for the men of our Nohara family! It's full of vitality..."

'Snapped! '

Before he could finish his lustful words filled with pink fantasies, an iron fist full of anger belonging to a housewife, with the sound of wind, hit the back of his head heavily!

Then, the two hands grabbed his temples like a pair of ruthless iron clamps, and began to ravage him back and forth madly in a rhythmic manner!

"Ouch! Ouch! Ah He! It hurts! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Let go!"

"You disrespectful old man! You actually... you actually performed such a vulgar act in front of so many people?! You... you have brought shame upon our Nohara family!"

Nohara Tsuru's voice was trembling with shame and indignation, and those eyes that were always as gentle as water were now burning with a karmic fire that was enough to burn everything.

The shrill screams, mixed with the woman's roar filled with suppressed anger, once again echoed in the quiet afternoon of Omagari City, Akita Prefecture.

In the kitchen, Nohara Sashi was silently chewing a watermelon, listening to the familiar "symphony" in the living room. An expression of helplessness and uncertainty appeared on his dark face.

He knew that the real reason why he couldn't bring Yucai home today was not because of the competitor driving the car.

It was because he really... really didn't have the courage to let that beautiful, angelic girl see how crazy her father was.

Especially that shameful performance!

"Ugh……"

Nohara Sashi sighed.

……

【Nohara Hiroshi·Independent Production Department】

Minister's Office.

Hiroshi Nohara is sitting behind a huge desk, with manuscripts piled up in front of him like a mountain. Each sheet is like a world, waiting for him to give it soul with his pen.

The complete storyboards for the first ten episodes of "Doraemon" lie quietly on the left hand side.

The smooth lines and the childlike style of painting seem to be able to penetrate the paper and bring people back to that carefree childhood summer, full of infinite imagination about the future.

On the right side are the first five chapters of the "Midnight Diner" manga.

There are no earth-shattering waves in it, but it is filled with a lonely yet warm atmosphere that belongs to the city's night goers.

Each story is like a cup of warm sake, enough to comfort any tired soul.

The pager lay quietly beside it, flashing a message from Akita Prefecture.

As for his father Nohara Ginnosuke's "nonsense" of running to participate in the audition, he just smiled helplessly and did not interfere too much.

He knew that the purest happiness that comes from ordinary people is the soul of the show "Super Change".

As for his sister-in-law Yume Koyama being "accidentally" eliminated in the Kumamoto Prefecture finals, it was completely under his control.

The entertainment industry, which is full of glamour and temptation, is actually a dark forest that devours innocence. It is an absolute forbidden zone that he has set for his family.

His wings are enough to protect them for a lifetime without worries, without having to go to that Shura field and be contaminated by dirty dust.

……

"The painting is done."

When the last stroke was made, Nohara Hiroshi let out a long breath.

He stood up, sorted out the two drawings that were enough to create a huge wave in the comics world again, put them in his briefcase, and then walked out of this kingdom of God that belonged to him.

Future Comics Club.

This small office building located near Tokyo TV has now been completely renovated.