I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

Minamimura Hoshi and Hase Michizo, who had just been cheering on their own ability, now shrank back in embarrassment. After all, shouting is easy, but the true producer and creator of "Anzhiju" is Nohara Hiroshi.

"Yeah, no problem." Nohara Hiroshi nodded with a smile, a relaxed expression on his face: "Everything is fine."

"What a real man!" Nancun Xing, Changse Luzou and Beichuan Yao all exclaimed in surprise.

Looking at Nohara Hiroshi, I admire him even more.

Even Suzuki Seito and Hashiji Ichiro were deeply moved when they looked at Nohara Hiroshi at this time. Especially seeing his young appearance, they couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Especially Hashijitaro, his eyes flickered with a special jealousy because Nohara Hiroshi was ten years younger than him.

Now it is so successful...

Hashijitaro lowered his head to hide the jealousy in his eyes: "Maybe, I can succeed in the future?" He thought about his failure in getting promoted to a third-level director, and felt more and more depressed.

However, the conversation in the classroom continued and the overall atmosphere was quite good.

"Oh, right, Section Chief!" Nancun Xing seemed to have remembered something crucial. There was a slight tremor in his voice, a longing for the upcoming glory. "This afternoon... this month's 'No. 1' will be announced, right? We... should be fine, right?"

"Ichiban"!

These two words, like a spell, instantly silenced everyone in the office.

This is more than just a title or a bonus.

This is the highest recognition of a production team's efforts and talents over a month. It will be recorded in their personal files and become the most shining medal in their future careers.

Hiroshi Nohara also stopped writing, raised his head and looked at Seito Suzuki.

He didn't care about the bonus, but he needed the resume.

After all, this honor is the most solid stepping stone for him to break free from the identity of "intern"!

"Ah."

Looking at the expectant eyes of the crowd, Suzuki Seito's face showed unprecedented confidence.

"Don't worry." He waved his hand, as if he had already grasped the honor in his hands: "We deserve the 'number one' in the early morning time slot. As for the 'number one' in the animation..."

He chuckled, and in that smile, there was a kind of pride that belonged to a winner that could not be questioned.

"This month, besides us, who else deserves these two words?"

Suddenly everyone burst into laughter.

……

However, fate, the most brilliant playwright, always mercilessly presents the most unexpected twist just when you think the plot is about to end happily.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, when Ling Guanqingdou walked out of the conference room that decided the fate of countless people, the confidence and pride on his face had disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there is a gloomy feeling after being defeated by the absurd reality.

He returned to the classroom and, without saying a word, slammed the two documents that had just been issued on the table.

Everyone gathered around.

On the first document, it was written in bold black letters - "April's early morning program 'No. 1': "Anzhiju"."

"It's indeed the first one!"

"Isn't this great?!"

There was a brief cheer in the office.

But everyone's eyes quickly fell on the second document.

On it, written in bold black letters, it said -

"The first of April's late night 11 o'clock shows: Onibo Samurai".

"April's top animated show: Onibo Samurai."

Chapter 45 A lot of discussion

"boom!"

Nancun Xing slammed his fist on the table, and his eyes, which always burned with flames, were now filled with incredible anger at being humiliated in public.

"Why?! Why?!" Nancun Xingqi's voice was trembling.

"A black box operation! This is definitely a black box operation!" Hasegawa was so angry that he was shaking all over. "Their ratings are obviously lower than ours, and they are declining every day! Why should we give it to them?!"

The entire office was instantly filled with anger.

"why?"

Amidst the clamor of anger, Nohara Hiroshi's voice seemed remarkably calm. He walked up to Suzuki Seito, looked into his pale face, and asked softly, "Section Chief Suzuki, since the Production Department has made this arrangement, what's the reason?"

Everything happens for a reason.

Even though everyone knows that this reason is definitely ridiculous.

"Reasons? Huh..." Suzuki Seito slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with fatigue and helplessness. He opened his mouth, and as if he had exhausted all his strength, he finally squeezed out those few words from his throat:

"The ratings are... average."

He pushed over another accompanying data sheet.

It clearly records the ratings of the two animations every day during their broadcast.

The curve of "Kimi no Masahiro" has been high from the beginning. Although it fell back in the end, its average ratings for two weeks still remained firmly above 5.5%.

The curve of "Anzhiju" is a tragic and steep straight line that climbs up from the bottom. Even though it created a myth in the end, the dismal start a few days ago still lowered its average score.

It only comes down to about 4.88%.

"They say that when deciding who's number one, it's not a single moment of explosiveness that counts, but rather consistent performance throughout the broadcast cycle." Suzuki Seito's voice was filled with a kind of feeble self-deprecation. "They say that's the rule."

rule.

What a cold and high-sounding word.

The office fell into deathly silence again.

Everyone understands.

This is not a fair fight.

This was a complete scam that was played with people's own "rules" from the very beginning!

The so-called victory, the so-called counterattack, at this moment, seemed like a huge joke.

They won reputation, won people's hearts, won the last bit of dignity, but they lost to these fucked-up, cold rules that can be interpreted by anyone at will.

Hiroshi Nohara looked at the data sheet and the two distinct curves. He felt neither angry nor unwilling.

There wasn't even the slightest expression on his face.

But in those eyes that had always been as calm as an ancient well, something was quietly and little by little turning cold.

That is the kind of absolute coldness a chess player feels when he finds that his opponent not only regrets his move in a despicable way, but even changes the rules of the entire game in front of him.

"Can't you play anymore?" Nohara Hiroshi's eyes became increasingly cold.

But this coldness was fleeting.

Calm was restored immediately.

Anger is the behavior of the weak and an outlet for incompetence.

For a chess player, when the opponent starts to overturn the table, all you need to do is look at him calmly, then change to a more solid chessboard, and nail him to the chair in a way he can least understand, so that he doesn't even have the strength to stand up and overturn the table.

He didn't say anything else, but slowly walked back to his seat, picked up the pen, and continued to sketch a more grand war belonging to another world on the drawing.

The entire Suzuki classroom seemed to be infected by his extraordinary calmness.

The anger and unwillingness that was enough to drive a person crazy slowly settled down and turned into a more tenacious determination.

They also have a chance at the second season of "An Zhi Ju".

them……

Eager to prove your success!

……

However, this storm caused by the "average" is like a stone thrown into the deep water of Tokyo TV, and the ripples it creates are far wider than the small pond in Suzuki's classroom.

The tea room in the production bureau's headquarters building has always been a hotbed for all kinds of gossip and office politics.

"Have you heard? The April No. 1 award was given to Iwata's 'Kimi no Sasuke'." A third-level director wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking quite gentle lowered his voice and said to a colleague in front of him who was also quite experienced.

"I heard about it. It's... unbelievable." The man across from me shook his head, a look of scorn on his face, a look of someone who had seen through the world. "Using the average, how could they even think of doing it? It's like asking a 100-meter sprint champion to compare their average speed with a marathon runner, and then telling everyone the marathon runner won."

"Who says it's not? I heard that Deputy Director Takada insisted at the meeting that this was the most 'fair' judging standard, despite everyone's objections." The man with gold-rimmed glasses chuckled, his laughter filled with undisguised sarcasm. "But the way he eats is a bit too unsightly."

"Ugly? I think they're just anxious. The people at Tokyo TV are just xenophobic by nature."

Another person took a sip of coffee, a shrewd glint in his eyes. "I also went to see 'Dark Zhiju'. Honestly, it's quite something. Especially the chapter called 'Paper'. After I finished reading it, I thought the idea of ​​a ghost suddenly appearing in a blank scene was really clever."

His words elicited a knowing laugh.

"I think 'Contradiction' is the most interesting. It's pure logical horror, that's the advanced gameplay." The man with gold-rimmed glasses adjusted his glasses, his tone carrying a hint of professional admiration. "That young man named Nohara Hiroshi is truly remarkable. And I heard he's just a recent graduate intern?"

"Intern? The version I heard was that he's also the author of Yu Yu Hakusho from Shonen Jump."

"What?! Is Yu Yu Hakusho his work?"

"This comic is very popular among young people."

This news apparently had a greater impact than any ratings number and caused shock among others.

"Deputy Director Asumi is probably going to be laughing his ass off this time." The man with gold-rimmed glasses looked out the window, thoughtfully, "Takada has practically rubbed his face against the ground to protect that loser Iwata. But the more he does this, the more it proves he's scared."

"Yeah, I'm scared." The man also sighed, "I'm not afraid of that stubborn old man Suzuki, I'm afraid of that young man named Nohara Hiroshi and his new and unconventional way of playing."

"But so what? TV Tokyo is theirs. Isn't this a case in point?" Someone nearby grumbled, "How can outsiders like us compete with their own people?"

"Okay, stop talking." The topic was stopped. After all, the relationship between them was pretty good. If these words were to get out, it would not be good for anyone.

"Shouldn't we also learn some of the ideas in Anzhiju? I think they're quite interesting."

"Indeed, that young man has a very creative mind."

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