I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

However, when the familiar, somewhat weird and old-fashioned opening credits ended, the story officially began.

The atmosphere in the dormitory gradually became a little strange.

"Huh? What's going on? Where's the storyteller?"

"Yeah, why did he change into an Onmyoji dressed like a cosplayer?"

"And the painting style... It feels different from before. The lines are so clean, without that rough, scary feeling."

When the evil ghost with green face and fangs jumped out of the screen accompanied by terrifying sound effects.

The entire dormitory fell into an eerie silence.

Sato Kenta stared blankly at the screen, scratching his head subconsciously. "This... this is... 'Anzhiju'? Am I seeing this right? Why does it feel like 'GeGeGe no Kitaro' that my five-year-old nephew watches?"

"puff--"

His words were like a switch, instantly igniting the entire room.

"Hahahaha! Kitaro! You know what, they really do look a bit like him!"

"Holy crap! What the hell is this?! That ghost looks so funny! And that Yin Yang Master, is he really chanting those spells? Why does it sound like he's just naming dishes?"

"My eyes! My eyes are going to go blind! How dare they! How dare they film 'An Zhi Ju' like this?!"

At last, the handsome Onmyoji used a golden talisman to beat the evil ghost to death, and the four big words "Evil spirit, go away" appeared on the screen in a childish way.

The entire dormitory was completely blown up.

"Get out of here, motherfucker!"

Suzuki Takuya was the first to jump up. He grabbed an empty instant noodle bowl on the table and smashed it hard against the wall. His always handsome face was now filled with anger of betrayal!

"This is a fucking scam! It's a blatant scam! Why would they use Mr. Nohara's name to promote this kind of garbage?! What do they think we, their loyal audience, are?! Are we idiots?!"

"That's right! This is too much! I feel like my intelligence has been insulted!"

"I want to complain! I'm going to call TV Tokyo right now! No! I'm going to write a letter! I'm going to use the most vicious language I've ever used to greet that producer named Masao Iwata!"

"And that Hashimoto Ichiro! I remember reading in the newspaper that he was a former subordinate of Mr. Nohara's! Is this how he repays his teacher's kindness?! What kind of garbage did he make!!!"

"This isn't 'Dark House' at all! Those damn guys! This isn't 'Dark House Season 3' at all!"

"That's right! I don't admit that this is the third season of 'An Zhi Ju'!"

This tremendous rage transformed from disappointment swept across the entire Neon like a prairie fire in just a few minutes.

The same angry condemnation erupted in countless families, countless izakayas, and countless university dormitories.

They felt like a group of diners looking forward to tasting the kaiseki cuisine prepared by a Michelin three-star chef.

As a result, what the waiter brought was a plate of old rice that had grown moldy in the warehouse and was covered with green hair. On top of it was a spoonful of sour-smelling natto left over from the guests at the next table.

The feeling of humiliation of being deceived, fooled, and fed like pigs made all the loyal fans of "An Zhi Ju" completely go crazy.

Tokyo TV's customer service hotline was completely overwhelmed with calls within ten minutes of the program being broadcast.

The operators had sad faces as they listened to the various imaginative and cordial greetings coming from the other end of the phone, which were enough to make the people of Zaun feel ashamed. They felt that their ears and hearts had suffered a devastating blow.

The next morning, the correspondence sections of major newspapers were flooded with complaints.

"...I never imagined that a work I loved so deeply would be ruined like this. That producer, Masao Iwata, has no idea what horror is! He only knows how to insult the audience's intelligence with the cheapest special effects and the stupidest plot! I demand that TV Tokyo immediately stop broadcasting this garbage! And, publicly apologize to Mr. Hiroshi Nohara and all of our viewers!"

——From a senior film and television fan who wishes to remain anonymous and has been watching TV for ten years.

"...I'm an art student, and I can honestly say that the third season's art style is a disaster. It completely abandons the unique Japanese horror aesthetics of the first two seasons, rooted in Kamishibai, and has become a cryptic, half-baked attempt at a swashbuckling shonen manga. I suggest the artist responsible for the original artwork go back to the drawing board and rework it."

——From an angry art university student.

"...I just want to ask, Executive Director Hashimoto Ichiro, can you sleep well at night?"

——From a concise and die-hard fan of Hiroshi Nohara.

The intensity of this public opinion storm spontaneously sparked by the audience was far beyond anyone's imagination.

It was like a sudden tsunami, with an unmatched force, slamming heavily into the already crumbling door of Iwata's classroom.

It also completely nailed the so-called "classic continuation" of the third season of "Dark House" to the pillar of shame in television history.

And the instigator of all this is the young man who is sitting leisurely in the office, drinking hand-brewed coffee and flipping through the latest issue of "Weekly Shonen Jump".

The corner of Nohara Hiroshi's mouth just curled up into a light smile.

He expected it.

only……

I didn’t expect it to be so exciting!

Chapter 84 "Anzhiju Season " completely exploded! Nohara's helplessness!

The coffee is indeed very fragrant, and Tokyo TV is indeed very wealthy, and the free benefits are so excellent.

This made Nohara Hiroshi very satisfied.

Just as he was slowly flipping through the latest issue of "Weekly Shonen Jump" and enjoying the pleasure brought by the comics, a figure rushed in from outside the door.

He excitedly raised his arms and shouted, "I'm back!"

It’s Beichuan Yao.

"Here she comes! Here she comes! Kitagawa-chan is back!"

Someone shouted, and the eyes of the entire office instantly focused on the open door, or rather, the lovely girl, like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

Beichuan Yao, the girl who usually works silently in the office like a hard-working little bee, is now like a Valkyrie who has just returned triumphantly from the battlefield, emitting an unprecedented, dazzling light from her whole body!

At this moment, being stared at by everyone, her face flushed red with excitement, and her big eyes, which were always bright and sparkling, were now filled with joy and pride.

She did not walk in quickly with her head lowered as usual, but straightened her slender back and raised her chin slightly. Her posture was like a peacock proudly spreading its gorgeous wings for the first time among hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix.

"Section Chief Nohara! Seniors!"

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, yet it was clear, loud, and full of confidence: "The official version of the ratings report... I got it back!"

She placed the report, still warm from the printer, in front of Nohara Hiroshi with both hands, as if presenting a sacred decree.

"Yeah, very good." Nohara Hiroshi took it and looked at the ratings numbers on it -

"The mid-season drama project 'The Wonderful World' has a first episode rating of 20.3...!"

"The ratings are legendary (breaking the 20-year record)!"

Even though Hiroshi Nohara knew the result.

At this time, I saw these two lines of words.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "That's great." He smiled brightly, which was indeed worth rejoicing.

Nancun Xing and Chang Gu Luzou were the first to rush over. When they saw the words "myth" and "breaking the 20-year record" printed in bold black letters on the paper, which were enough to blind everyone's eyes, their breathing stopped at that moment.

"Break...break the 20-year record? Am I seeing things?" Nancun Xing stuttered, gesturing on the line of words with his fingers.

"It's true! A myth! It broke the 20-year record!" Hase Luzou's voice suddenly rose, like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, completely detonating the entire office!

"Breaking the 20-year record!?"

"Onboard!"

"Long live Section Chief Nohara!"

Thunderous cheers instantly flooded the small office.

These veterans of the Kanto faction, who have been working in the television industry for half their lives and have long been worn down by reality, know that a 20.3% viewership rating is extremely exaggerated and terrifying.

But now, seeing this comment from the TV station again, my face still turns red with excitement!

Many veterans of the Guandong faction who were on good terms with each other were hugging each other, patting each other's backs, and using the most primitive way to vent the emotions that had been suppressed in their hearts for too long.

This is so proud!

Beichuan Yao watched all this, her rosy little face filled with proud happiness. "Section Chief, you have no idea, when I went to get the report today, it was simply...it was like walking on the red carpet!"

She gestured excitedly, her large eyes sparkling with a brilliance she had never seen before. "From our office to the data center, everyone who saw me along the way, regardless of which department, took the initiative to say hello to me! There were even several male colleagues from other classrooms who used to never even bother to glance at me, but today they actually came up to me and asked if I had time to have lunch together!"

"I used to be a nobody, no one noticed me wherever I went. But today, I feel like... I'm the center of the entire TV station! Everyone's revolving around me!"

Her words were so innocent and pure that everyone present couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Haha, that's not because you're cute."

Nancun Xing came over, nudged her with his elbow, and jokingly said with a wink, "Our Beichuan-chan is now the mascot of our classroom. Who wouldn't want to share in the good luck?"

"That's right! I think those guys don't want to invite you to dinner, but want to find out from you about our section chief's miraculous creative inspiration, right?" Hase Luzou also joined in the fun.

"Oh! You...you stop making fun of me!" Beichuan Yao's face instantly turned red like a branding iron. She stomped her feet, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, and hid behind Nohara Hiroshi.

Like a kitten seeking shelter.

The office erupted in good-natured laughter again.

Nohara Hiroshi looked at this hard-earned harmony and joy, and his heart was filled with pride.

This defeated Kanto army, which had been beaten to a pulp, had been completely united by him after this great battle, and possessed a cohesion and combat effectiveness that would make any opponent take notice.

He has already conquered these people.

Next to him, Kurosawa Eiji also took the report, and his sharp eyes lingered for a long time on the 20.3% audience rating and the evaluation that broke the 20-year record.

There was a look of emotion in his eyes.

"Nohara-kun."

He said with emotion:

"I've been filming for a lifetime, and I've created a few so-called ratings legends. But getting 20.3% in a prime time slot... Honestly, even I don't have the confidence to do that."

“This is no longer just a simple success.”

He handed the report to Sato Kenji and Yamamoto Takeshi, who were also shocked, and said with a hint of fatigue in his voice: "It seems that I am really old."

"Director Kurosawa, you're too kind." Nohara Hiroshi modestly responded to Kurosawa Eiji's words: "If I were to ask you, it's those samurai films you made back then that truly represent the spirit of Neon Japan. I, the younger generation, still have a lot to learn from you."

"Okay, no more polite words."

Kurosawa Eiji waved his hand to interrupt his modesty, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes: "I, an old fellow, don't have the heart to listen to your flattery right now. I'm more interested in something else."