I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"Thank you! Nohara-sensei! Thank you so much!"

Xiao Xunhua couldn't hold back any longer and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Thank you very much!" Fujii Itsuki and Watanabe Ryu's eyes were red, and they bowed deeply to Nohara Hiroshi again.

They knew that this favor was given to them by Hiroshi Nohara.

Not far away, Kenji Sato, Takeshi Yamamoto, and Eiji Kurosawa, who had not left, took in the entire scene.

They looked at each other and saw deep emotion and admiration in each other's eyes.

They knew too well how difficult life was for the artists of the Kanto School. Under the suppression of the Tokyo School, they couldn't even get a role with lines, let alone the leading role. Their lives were difficult and their dignity was gone.

Nohara Hiroshi's move not only gave them an opportunity, but also strung these scattered pearls together into a necklace in a subtle and silent way.

This kind of mind and these means have far exceeded the scope of a "genius".

This is a natural born leader.

Xiaoxunhua and the other two said goodbye and left at this time.

Nohara Hiroshi is back too.

There were only four of them left in the classroom.

"Ahem." Kurosawa Eiji cleared his throat, breaking the touching atmosphere. A gourmet smile appeared on his face. "Now that the work is done, shouldn't I, an old fellow who came uninvited, also show some hospitality? Let's go get some midnight snacks! It's my treat!"

"I feel embarrassed to let you spend money!" Sato Kenji waved his hands quickly.

"That's right, Director Kurosawa, we should invite you!" Yamamoto Takeshi also echoed.

Nohara Hiroshi smiled and agreed: "Okay, then the younger generations will respectfully obey your orders."

He turned and winked at Sato and Yamamoto, the meaning was self-evident - it was a huge honor to be treated to a meal by this industry leader, and it would be embarrassing to refuse.

The two understood each other instantly.

"Then... let me drive." said Hiroshi Nohara.

The group came to the underground parking lot in a mighty procession.

When the Toyota Crown Majestic, which looked like a black giant beast under the dim light, exuding a calm and domineering aura, lit up its gentle welcome lights with a slight sound.

The eyes of Sato Kenji and Yamamoto Takeshi almost popped out of their sockets.

"This... this is... a Magesta?! And the top-of-the-line V8 version?!" Yamamoto Takeshi's voice was trembling.

"Oh my God... Section Chief Nohara, you..." Kenji Sato didn't know what to say.

Although they were also middle-level managers at the TV station and had a good income, in this era when the bubble economy had not yet burst, everyone was burdened with heavy mortgages and lived a tight life.

Luxury cars like this, which cost millions of yen, are luxuries that they dare not even think about.

Kurosawa Eiji stroked his beard and laughed heartily. His laughter was filled with a kind of all-knowing understanding:

"You two are really surprised by what you've seen. Don't forget, our Nohara-kun's main job is not directing."

He patted the mirror-smooth car body and said with a hint of sarcasm, "That book, 'Yu Yu Hakusho,' is the goose that truly lays golden eggs. I heard from a cartoonist friend that last month's royalties alone were enough to buy two of these cars. They truly make a living through their own abilities, not relying on the meager salaries we get from TV stations."

These words once again caused Sato and Yamamoto's eyes to look at Nohara Hiroshi to change drastically.

In addition to admiration, there is another layer of awe for absolute strength and wealth.

Japanese people really admire the strong.

Such a genius.

Such talent.

It is also worthy of their envy.

……

In Ginza, in a private room of a top-class izakaya with simple decoration that only serves regular customers.

After a few glasses of sake, the atmosphere became lively.

The center of the topic is naturally Hiroshi Nohara.

After drinking another glass of 'Juyondai', Kurosawa Eiji put down his glass and looked at Nohara Hiroshi with a hint of pure curiosity and confusion in his slightly dim eyes.

"Nohara-kun, there's a question that I, an old fellow, can't figure out."

He asked doubtfully, "With your talent, if you focus on drawing comics, your future achievements will be limitless. You might even earn more and have more freedom than being a TV producer. Why... did you choose to come to TV Tokyo and wade into this mess?"

This question is also the biggest doubt in the minds of Kenji Sato and Takeshi Yamamoto.

They all turned their eyes to the young man who had just smiled calmly from beginning to end.

Nohara Hiroshi drank the sake in the cup in one gulp. His eyes, which were surprisingly bright under the light, flashed with a deep and fiery light that was inconsistent with his age.

"Director Kurosawa, you are right."

He spoke slowly, his voice calm, "Drawing comics is more like a hobby for me, a way... to have a conversation with another self."

"But I came here because I wanted to experience for myself what it's like to stand at the crest of this era, to use light, shadow, and storytelling to influence the thoughts of millions of people, to create a kingdom of images of my own... what kind of magnificent life that is."

There was no mention of money or status in his words, only a pure, almost yearning appeal!

Hiroshi Nohara makes no secret of his yearning and desire for film, television, and art.

This is not obtrusive.

Because in Japan, in the film and television circles, whether it is TV series, cartoons, or movies, their status is relatively transcendent.

Compared with other countries, and even China in the previous life, movies rank first, TV series second, cartoons third, and then miscellaneous variety shows and so on.

Japan's TV series, cartoons, and movies are all superior.

Of course, variety shows are still looked down upon.

But back to business.

Becoming a television director, animation director, and film director, in the eyes of the Japanese people, is an educational artist and an artist worthy of respect and admiration.

Therefore, becoming such an artist or writer is of course a common ideal.

"……this!"

However, when Kurosawa Eiji heard this, he was completely stunned.

He looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes burning with flames, his domineering aura. In a trance, he seemed to see his younger self decades ago, who also had a dream of making movies, came to Tokyo alone from the countryside, and wanted to change the world with a camera...

However, his dream gradually faded under the erosion of time and the erosion of reality.

But the dream of this young man in front of him is like a rising sun, shining brightly and unstoppable!

Just like myself when I was young and shining.

After a long time, Kurosawa Eiji let out a long breath, and his weather-beaten face bloomed with an unprecedented, heartfelt smile.

He raised his glass, looked at Nohara Hiroshi, and laughed loudly:

"Then those of your readers who have been eagerly awaiting updates for Yu Yu Hakusho will probably be heartbroken!"

"Hahahaha!"

In the box, there was a burst of laughter.

All the barriers and awe turned into pure appreciation and pride at this moment.

They knew that from tonight, a legend named Hiroshi Nohara would officially begin in this steel forest called Tokyo.

It's not just "An Zhi Ju" which has already broken records in the horror animation field.

And what they made together -

"Wonderful Stories of the World"!

And they will be the most loyal witnesses and followers of this legend.

Chapter 75: Early morning conversation with Misae! Nohara Hiroshi’s plan!

The morning breeze, carrying a hint of last night's drunkenness, slipped in through the half-open window and gently brushed Nohara Hiroshi's cheek.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling a little distressed by the slight headache brought on by the hangover.

But when he saw the peaceful sleeping face in his arms, all his worries disappeared in an instant.

Because the girl in my arms is Meiya.

Meiya curled up in his arms like a lazy cat, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow in the morning light, her slightly pouting mouth carrying a hint of dreamy sweetness.

Nohara Hiroshi's heart softened.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the fair forehead.

"Hmm~"

In her sleep, Misae made a nasal sound as thin as a mosquito, and subconsciously rubbed against his arms, as if looking for a more comfortable position. That complete trust and attachment made Nohara Hiroshi's mouth unconsciously curl up in a doting arc.

He carefully pulled his arm free and quietly got up from the bed.

After washing up, he walked to the door and opened the small milk box. Two bottles of milk in glass bottles with cute cow patterns printed on them were lying quietly inside, with morning dew still condensed on the bottles.

Back in the kitchen, he skillfully stuffed the sliced ​​bread into the bread machine and set the timer.

In the frying pan, the olive oil sizzles at low temperature, and the thinly sliced ​​ham slowly curls in the pan, emitting an enticing meaty aroma.

In another small pot next to it, blanched arugula and nozavas are being simmered in broth, and a fresh aroma gradually spreads.

Nohara Hiroshi was in a very good mood, even having some leisure time. He took out the minced meat and chopped onions left over from last night's refrigerator, mixed them with eggs, breadcrumbs and a little black pepper, patted them repeatedly in his palms, and molded them into round and thick meat patties.

Soon, the hamburger meat was fried in the pan until both sides were golden brown. The rich gravy mixed with the sweet aroma of onions, like the most domineering invader, instantly occupied every corner of the small apartment.

“Wow…it smells so good…”

At this moment, a sweet voice with a hint of laziness and surprise came from the kitchen door.

When Nohara Hiroshi turned around, he saw Misae rubbing her sleepy eyes, like a greedy little cat awakened by the fragrance, twitching her nose cutely, and her big watery eyes were filled with the straightforward desire of "I'm so hungry".

"Awake?" Nohara Hiroshi smiled and put the last piece of hamburger meat on the plate, turned around and opened his arms.

Mei Ya immediately pounced on him like a young swallow, her soft and elastic body pressed tightly against his back, her arms wrapped around his waist, and she buried her little face in his shoulder, rubbing it with satisfaction.

"Guangzhi-kun, the breakfast you make smells the best in the world!" Meisai praised.