I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

Yoshiharu Koyama, the head of the household, pretended not to see the conversation between the mother and daughter. He turned his head to look out the window, listening to the conversation between his wife and eldest daughter, and nodded with satisfaction.

He knew that his eldest daughter had always been the one that gave him the least worry.

However, when his eyes fell on his little daughter who was holding a fashion magazine and reading it with great interest, with a silly smile on her lips, his heart, which had just been relieved, instantly rose to his throat again.

This careless girl...

He looked at Yumesae's little face, which was 70% similar to Misae's, but more delicate and lively. The worry of an old father in his heart was like the plum rain in Kumamoto Prefecture in summer, which was endless.

This era is changing too fast.

For these simple-minded girls from small towns, Tokyo's huge steel forest full of temptations is either a paradise or a hell.

He didn't know, or didn't want to know.

He only knew that his seemingly unreliable second daughter seemed to have found a man who could provide her with a roof over her head in this forest.

And this careless youngest...

Yoshiharu Koyama sighed deeply, feeling that it was far from time for him to retire from his career as a principal.

……

The black Toyota Crown moved forward steadily in the night.

There were no lights on in the car, only the faint blue light on the dashboard and the colorful neon lights outside the window, making this small space look like a flowing dream.

Meiya didn't say anything.

At this moment, she gently leaned her little head on Nohara Hiroshi's shoulder, like a cat that had found the warmest harbor, satisfied and lazy.

She could smell the faint scent of a mature man on him, a mixture of tobacco and cologne.

The smell is very familiar.

It made her feel extremely at ease.

"What are you thinking about?" Nohara Hiroshi looked straight ahead, his voice as gentle as the jazz music flowing in the car.

"Hmm..." Mei Ya rubbed his shoulder, her voice sweet with a hint of nasal sound: "I think I seem to be... the happiest girl in the world."

She raised her head, and her big eyes, still shining brightly in the darkness, looked at him without blinking.

Those eyes were like a lake filled with stars.

"Guozhi-kun, you know what? My dad...actually, he rarely praises people. He told me in the car today that you are a 'man who can be trusted.'"

She paused, a shy blush appearing on her face, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "He also said... let us... settle the marriage as soon as possible."

Nohara Hiroshi was slightly taken aback when he heard this, but then a bright smile appeared on his face: "Isn't this as it should be?"

He didn't expect that his stubborn father-in-law would surrender so quickly.

He gave the lovely Meiya to himself.

It seems that his "RPG tactics" (Rare Precious Gifts) are very effective.

After all, others may not know, but the Oyama family and Nohara Hiroshi himself know it very well.

I am six years older than Mei-ya...!

Meiya is only 18 years old now.

I am 24 years old.

Sometimes Nohara Hiroshi is really glad that this is in Japan, after all, Japanese girls can get a marriage certificate at the age of 16...

"Oh! What should I do?" Meiya bit her lower lip lightly, feeling extremely shy.

"In that case..." Nohara Hiroshi saw Misae's shy look and deliberately prolonged his voice.

Turning around, he saw his own clear reflection in that delicate little face so close to him. "What do you think? My destined Mrs. Nohara?"

"I...I..." Mei Ya's face was red as if blood was about to drip out. She buried her head deeper, and the voice was almost squeezed out from her chest: "I...I will listen to you..."

Nohara Hiroshi felt a warm current rushing from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head. He suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the black behemoth turned silently into a secluded, sparsely traveled riverside path.

He stopped the car.

The world suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of the river gently lapping against the embankment in the evening breeze and the clear and increasingly rapid heartbeats of the two people.

He turned around and took the already infatuated little woman into his arms.

"Then... let's do some... serious business first." His voice was hoarse, like a lit match.

"Yeah... yeah, buying a disc... this is... outside..."

Mei Ya's protests were quickly drowned out by the passionate kiss that was like a storm and slightly influenced by alcohol.

Outside the car window is the gentle and bright lights of Tokyo Tower.

Inside the car window, there are two young souls, in this huge and cold city, they snuggle up to each other and warm each other in the most primitive and passionate way.

This is a small but extremely strong castle that belongs to them.

After enjoying his spoils of war, the king of the castle had already started thinking about the next, even more grand war.

'call--'

Hiroshi Nohara was smoking comfortably in the spacious back seat, holding Misae who was buried in his chest.

He looked at the deep night sky outside the window, his eyes calm and sharp.

Tomorrow is Monday.

It's time for him... the head of Nohara Hiroshi's special class to truly step onto a more glorious stage!

I thought about the many pieces of news I had heard before in the production department of Tokyo TV.

I thought of the advice given to me by Deputy Director Ming Rihai.

Nohara Hiroshi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That S-ranked real-life horror project?"

He murmured softly.

Nohara Hiroshi had already guessed a possibility based on many things and had made preparations in advance.

He smiled softly and slowly uttered a name: "...'The Wonderful World of Stories'."

Chapter 64 Nohara Hiroshi is in a very good mood!

On Monday morning, Hiroshi Nohara was in a good mood.

It's like a glass of freshly made lemonade with ice cubes, with just the right amount of coolness and freshness.

So refreshing!

Hiroshi Nohara rested one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand's elbow casually rested on the car window, looking at the skyscrapers outside the window that were coated with a layer of gold by the morning light. His mood was like the V8 engine of this car, smooth and powerful.

Success is like giving yourself a rare BUFF in the game. When you walk on the road, you feel like there is a golden special effect floating above your head.

Even the air smells a little sweeter than others.

Hmm... maybe it's because there's a lot of technology added to gasoline these days, which is why it smells so sweet...

But Nohara Hiroshi was indeed in a good mood.

This feeling became even more obvious when he parked his car smoothly in the underground parking space of Tokyo TV Production Bureau, which was reserved for directors.

"Director Nohara, good morning!"

"Section Chief Nohara, you look really good today!"

"Mr. Nohara! The final episode of your "Anzhiju Season 2" is a masterpiece! My daughter now avoids telescopes!"

From the parking lot to the elevator, and then to the floor where the production department is located, along the way, those faces that were once just nodding acquaintances, or even too lazy to nod, now all bloomed with enthusiastic smiles like sunflowers blown by the spring breeze.

Those titles have also changed from the slightly unfamiliar "Nohara-kun" in the beginning to the various "director", "section chief", and even "teacher" with a bit of fanatical worship.

Of course, those who call him "teacher" are all young people who have just joined the company, and they all know Nohara Hiroshi's achievements.

There are also young people who have watched "Yu Yu Hakusho" and are his fans.

Nohara Hiroshi also smiled modestly in response to this.

They nodded in response one by one.

He knew very well that these people were not greeting him, they were paying tribute to the ratings myth called '8.12%'.

In this unit where only data speaks, he, Hiroshi Nohara, is the most shining and unquestionable string of numbers.

It represents the legendary record-breaking viewership ratings itself!

After success...

Everyone I met was a good person.

This statement is absolutely correct.

"Ding." The elevator door opened.

He walked into the room with a brand new sign hanging on it - [Nohara Hiroshi Special Production Team].

The office was bustling with activity, in stark contrast to the drowsy silence in the corridor.

"Section Chief, good morning!"

Nancun Xing and Hase Jizo jumped up from their seats almost at the same time.

Those two young faces still showed the fatigue from a hangover, but their eyes were frighteningly bright, like two little tigers who had just won a fierce battle in the jungle and were excitedly licking their wounds.

"Section Chief Nohara! Today's breakfast is your favorite egg sandwich and iced American coffee!" Kitagawa Yao was like a hardworking little bee, arranging the warm breakfast and iced coffee one by one.

Those big, bright eyes curved into two beautiful crescents, filled with undisguised admiration.

"Thank you for your hard work." Nohara Hiroshi took the breakfast with a smile and sat down behind the desk that belonged to him and symbolized his new identity.

He looked around and nodded secretly.

After two months of hellish trials and tribulations, this small team has shed its initial immaturity, and each member exudes the high-spirited and confident aura of a winner.

But he soon discovered something was wrong.

"Where's Hashimoto-senpai?" he asked casually after taking a bite of his sandwich.