I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

What's more, Toyota is Japan's national brand. How could a fashionable girl like her not understand it?

Nohara Hiroshi pressed the car key.

With two soft "beep" sounds, the luxury car that looked like a black horse lit up its two bright headlights, as if giving the most respectful greetings to its owner.

He opened the back door, and the interior, which exuded the aroma of high-quality wood and leather, and was spacious enough for an adult to cross his legs, was like a laughing mouth, revealing the little pride in Nohara Hiroshi's heart.

"Uncle, aunt, please get in the car."

Nohara Hiroshi's voice was still gentle and humble.

This is the Toyota Crown.

Majestic!

My father-in-law, Yoshiharu Koyama, sat in the passenger seat, and my mother-in-law, elder sister-in-law, younger sister-in-law, and Mi-ah were all seated in the large space at the back. They could just squeeze in and everyone could fit in.

The space of a super-large luxury car is really huge!

"Ah... then get in the car." At this time, Yoshiharu Koyama swallowed his saliva, and when he looked at Hiroshi Nohara, his expression looked a little strange.

This car is so new.

It looks just like it was just bought...definitely doesn't look like a used car that was leased.

He thought of what he heard on the phone: his daughter Misae Koyama said that Hiroshi Nohara was highly regarded by the leadership of Tokyo TV. It was said that not only the section chief, but even the deputy director above him admired this young man very much.

So, Koyama Yoshiharu gasped, "Could it be that the deputy director of Tokyo TV thinks so highly of Nohara Hiroshi that he even lent him such a nice luxury car?"

For Japan, which doesn't like to trouble others, being able to lend his luxury car to his subordinates means he is considered a confidant!

PS: Brothers, please give me monthly tickets and recommendation tickets~

Chapter 59: Meiya’s family is shocked!

Inside the car, the special smell of high-quality leather, brand new plastic, and maintenance and cleaning enveloped the Xiaoshan family.

The space in the back row is indeed incredibly spacious.

Even though four women of different body shapes were crammed in, it didn't feel cramped at all. Instead, it looked like four dolls carefully placed in a velvet jewelry box.

"Wow! So cool! This car is so awesome!" As soon as Yumesae Koyama sat in, she exclaimed in undisguised amazement.

She was like a curious little mouse that broke into a rice warehouse, touching here and pressing there with her little hands, and her big black eyes were flashing with a light brighter than when she saw any handsome guy.

She kept turning her head to Xiaoshan Zhenya, who was sitting next to her, and said in surprise, "Big sister, look at this leather and the wood grain decoration, they look like new!"

Yoshiharu Koyama's stern face, which was slowly taking his seat from the passenger seat, was almost unable to hold back because of his little daughter's jumping around.

"You damned little bitch! I told you that! It's so embarrassing!"

But what Koyama Yumesae said was not an exaggeration.

My mother, Koyama Takaya, and my older sister, Masa, also noticed this. The car was so new that it clearly went beyond the realm of 'well-maintained'.

In the corners of some seats, you can even see a small piece of transparent dust-proof plastic film that has not been completely torn off, like a shy mark indicating its "virginity".

Yoshiharu Koyama, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a more intuitive feeling.

The rich, almost overbearing smell of the new car was continuously entering his nostrils, as if repeatedly emphasizing its uniqueness in an unquestionable way.

His face, as cold and hard as the rocks in Kumamoto Prefecture in winter, remained stern, his eyes staring straight ahead calmly, as if he had no feeling at all about the priceless mobile fortress beneath him.

However, the pair of slightly clenched hands placed on his knees still revealed the turmoil in his heart.

He is a civil servant in Kumamoto Prefecture.

I've never ridden in such a nice car!

"Everyone, pay attention. We are about to start moving forward."

Hiroshi Nohara sat in the driver's seat and smiled at the faces in the rearview mirror that were full of curiosity and inquiry, but he didn't explain anything.

He started the engine and shifted gears skillfully.

Toyota's proud V8 engine let out an almost inaudible low roar, and the entire car merged silently into the traffic flow at the parking lot exit like a piece of black silk gliding across the ice.

"Fangzhi, look at this kid, he drives pretty steadily." Xiaoshan Gaoya in the back seat looked at the scenery rapidly receding outside the window and couldn't help but whisper to her husband in the front seat, with a hint of preliminary approval in her tone.

It can also be regarded as a way to ease the unpleasantness caused by the previous toughness.

Yoshiharu Koyama simply made an ambiguous "hmm" from his nose as a response.

The key is that he no longer has any prejudice in his heart.

And it's still shaking violently.

The newness of the car had already made his previous guess that it was "borrowed from the leader" somewhat untenable.

After all, which leader would casually lend a new car that hasn't even passed the running-in period to an intern?

Unless... this young man is no longer a simple confidant, but... an illegitimate child?

The Big Leader’s Illegitimate Son!?

Just as he was lost in thought, his eldest daughter Zhenze in the back row suddenly let out a light "huh" with a hint of confusion.

"Huh? Meiya, look at the roof of the car, what's that?"

She extended her slender finger and pointed at the off-white velvet lining on the rear roof. Everyone looked up and saw a clear, small, and obviously female high-heeled shoe print on the smooth velvet.

The angle of the shoe prints was a bit tricky, with a dynamic trace left by a hard pedaling.

"..."

The entire carriage fell into a strange silence in an instant.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the engine breathing softly.

Koyama Misae's face, which was already a little red due to nervousness, suddenly turned as red as a ripe tomato. The heat was so strong that it almost made the car window glass foggy.

She looked at the shoe print, and her mind uncontrollably emerged some blushing, heart-beating scenes from yesterday afternoon in this brand new 'castle'.

What castle setting sail...it's clearly the aftermath of the Titanic repeatedly and rapidly hitting the iceberg!

"Ah! That...that is!"

Like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, she frantically waved her hands, trying to change the subject, but her mind went blank due to extreme embarrassment. In the end, she blurted out her biggest secret without thinking:

"This...this is the new car Guangzhi bought yesterday! I was afraid of getting the car dirty during the test drive, so I took my shoes off and held them in my hands, and accidentally hit the roof with them!"

"..."

If the silence just now was solidified air, then at this moment, the carriage was an absolute vacuum.

Even the breathing sound of the engine seemed to disappear.

"New...new car?" There was a tremor in the mother Xiaoshan Gaoya's voice.

"Just bought it yesterday?" The eldest sister Masaki's eyes were full of disbelief.

Even the little sister Yumesae, who always seemed excited about everything, had her mouth wide open at this moment, and there was only pure shock in her big dark eyes.

"Yes! Hiroshi spent more than 5 million yen to buy it in full!" Misae just nodded repeatedly at this time.

As for Yoshiharu Koyama, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, he slowly turned his head, his movements as stiff as a rusty robot.

He looked at the young man beside him who had been driving calmly from beginning to end, with a faint smile on his face, and felt that his heart, which had been through hundreds of battles and had been tempered as hard as a rock by the career of a head teacher, was at this moment hit by a giant hammer called reality, and a bottomless crack was created.

His hands on his knees began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

More than five million yen.

Full payment.

Buy a car.

He thought of the middle school where he had worked all his life, and the principal who always talked about "thriftiness" and who only drove an old Crown that had been driven for more than ten years.

And this young man in front of me...

Yoshiharu Koyama felt that his career as a principal was a joke.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to maintain his dignity as the head of the family, but the words turned into a stream of weak, foul air that he swallowed with difficulty.

Yoshiharu Koyama was at a loss for words.

Looking towards Nohara Hiroshi.

I'm really full of doubts.

"Is this guy really the illegitimate child of a Tokyo TV executive? Will Misae be ridiculed for being with such an illegitimate child? What will she do if she gives birth to a child?"

Yoshiharu Koyama's mind was in a mess.

My worldview is about to shatter!

Just as his fragile worldview was about to crumble, the little sister Yume in the back row seemed to suddenly remember something, slapped her thigh hard, and let out a startling cry.

"Ah! I remember now! Nohara Hiroshi! I think I've seen this name somewhere!"

She hurriedly took out the latest issue of "Weekly Shonen Jump" from her brand-name bag. The corners of the magazine were curled because she had read it countless times.

She quickly flipped to the color page in the middle and pointed at a name in bold font on it, her voice changing with excitement.

"Brother-in-law! You...you are the Nohara teacher who drew "Yu Yu Hakusho"?!"

As soon as she said this, before everyone could recover from the impact of the five million luxury car, another more powerful depth charge exploded in this small compartment.

"What?!" Eldest sister Masae and Koyama Takaya exclaimed in unison.

Although they don't read comics, the name "Yu Yu Hakusho" has become very popular among the younger generation in Kumamoto recently.

"No...it's not just Yu Yu Hakusho!"

A look of enthusiasm, as if she had just met her idol, appeared on Yumesae's face. She pointed at the small words on the header and practically shouted them out: "— Original work and planning for the popular late-night animation "Anshijiu" by the genius manga artist Nohara Hiroshi!"

"Dark Chiju"......

This name, like a bolt of lightning, split the chaotic fog in Yoshiharu Koyama's mind.

He remembered!

Just last night, he was drinking in an izakaya with some old colleagues.

During the meal, the vice-principal, who always loved to brag about how successful his son was in Tokyo, started talking enthusiastically about this animation.