I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"Long live Mr. Nohara! This is truly what everyone wants!"

"Great! Finally I don't have to look at that stupid Onmyoji anymore! I can't wait to be scared to death and unable to sleep!"

During this national carnival, Hiroshi Nohara also accepted exclusive interviews from several mainstream media outlets.

Facing the reporters' expectant questions, he appeared extremely humble and low-key.

"...I'm very grateful for the audience's love. To be honest, I didn't expect everyone to have such deep feelings for 'An Zhi Ju'."

"However, I must be honest and tell everyone that because the "Wonderful Stories of the World" project is still ongoing, my personal energy is indeed limited. Therefore, the execution of this rebooted third season will be mainly handled by my previous team. I will only do some macro-control on the script and storyboards."

"Therefore, please don't have too high expectations. I can only guarantee that it will continue the style of the first two seasons and tell you some authentic urban tales. As for whether it can surpass the previous work, to be honest, I... am not very confident."

These words are truly flawless.

He not only appeased the audience but also left himself a way out. By the way, he also pushed his newly recruited team to the forefront.

This "sincere" statement won him applause from the audience.

A commentator in the Sankei Shimbun wrote: "...In this impetuous era, we've seen too many geniuses become arrogant after achieving overnight fame. But Nohara Hiroshi, with his humility and sense of responsibility, has redefined the term 'master' for us. He never takes credit for himself, never becomes arrogant, and always holds his audience in awe. There's no reason not to look forward to the work of such a person."

All the preparations and hype have been completed.

All of Neon's attention is focused on the upcoming Monday night.

……

However, in the center of the storm, in the office of [Nohara Hiroshi·Special Production Team], the atmosphere was orderly.

Nohara Hiroshi had already handed over the complete storyboard for the third season, which he had memorized from his memories of his previous life, to Hashiji Ichiro and the trio.

"Hashimoto-senpai."

Nohara Hiroshi's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority. "The drawings and script are all here. I believe you know how to shoot and edit it better than I do. I only have one request: restore it to its original form without making any unnecessary changes."

"Yes! Section Chief Nohara!"

Hashijitachi took the stack of drawings that still smelled of ink, and his hands trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He looked at the familiar rough lines on the paper that were full of the feeling of "Kamishiba" pulling, and looked at the strange stories full of Japanese horror aesthetics. The eyes that had long been occupied by despair and regret once again showed a look of emotion and gratitude.

He knew this was his last chance.

It is his only chance to atone for his sins.

He threw himself into this production with a madness bordering on self-abuse.

He locked himself in the editing room for three days and three nights. When he was sleepy, he splashed cold water on his face. When he was hungry, he ate some dry bread.

He reviewed the storyboards given to him by Hiroshi Nohara over and over again, polishing every shot and adjusting every sound effect. His concentration and dedication were ten times more crazy than when he was in Iwata's classroom.

Nancun Xing, Changse Luzou and Beichuan Yao, the three young people who once hated him to the core, looked at him fighting for his life, and their eyes gradually changed from cold contempt to complexity.

Gradually, there was more recognition.

Although they still wouldn't talk to him on their own initiative, occasionally, when passing by the editing room, Beichuan Yao would quietly place a cup of steaming coffee on his desk.

When Minamimura Xing and Hase Luzou saw that his face was pale from staying up late, they would frown and give him a tuna rice ball.

This awkward concern was like a warm current, quietly melting a corner of Hashiji Ichiro's already cold heart.

He knew that he was gradually being accepted by the group again.

This hard-earned forgiveness made him more determined to atone for his sins.

Friday, 5 p.m.

When the master tape of the first episode of "An Zhi Ju: True Season 3", which was the result of the hard work of the entire team, was delivered to the review department on time.

Everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

The audit department's process went exceptionally smoothly.

When Ai Takeshita and her colleagues watched the sample film which was full of authentic and familiar horror atmosphere.

Everyone smiled knowingly.

"That's right." Takeshita Ai stamped the approval stamp heavily on the review report.

"This is what we want to see, 'Anzhiju'."

That night, Tokyo TV officially announced that "An Shibaju Shin Season 3" will be broadcast on time at 10:30 pm next Monday.

As soon as the news came out, movie fans were jubilant.

……

Ginza, late at night.

In a quiet Japanese-style private room, the air was filled with the rich rice aroma of the top-grade sake 'Juyondai', intertwined with the elegant scent of precious incense. It should have been a relaxing and refreshing place, but at this moment it felt as depressing as an ice cellar.

On the low table, the exquisite Kaiseki cuisine was still steaming. The tender tuna belly and the wagyu beef with texture like snowflakes were all placed there intact, as if they were just two expensive decorations.

Takada Toshihide and Iwata Masao sat opposite each other. The hostesses beside them, who were wearing gorgeous kimonos and had exquisite makeup, had already retreated in silence after being signaled by their eyes that were cold enough to frostbite people.

The door was gently closed, isolating the noise from the outside world and completely exposing the thick and indissoluble haze in this small world.

"boom."

Masao Iwata placed the wine glass in his hand heavily on the table. His face, which always had a bit of arrogance, now only had a flushed look of drunkenness and an unwilling look on it.

"That traitor! That traitor Hashijitaro!" He spat at the polished tatami mat without regard for decorum, his voice filled with venom. "He actually had the nerve to go back to Nohara's classroom! Deputy Director, do you think he could be that Nohara Hiroshi, the spy planted here from the beginning? He deliberately set us up for failure?!"

Takada Toshihide didn't say anything.

He just used his bottomless eyes to calmly look at the clear wine in the glass, as if he was appreciating a painting that had nothing to do with him.

After a while, he slowly spoke, his voice flat and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Spy?" He chuckled, but there was a cold sarcasm in his laughter. "Iwata-kun, you think too highly of yourself. Do we really need to send spies to deal with you?"

Masao Iwata's face instantly turned purple. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"Perhaps it's not that Hashiji Ichiro is too incompetent, nor that you are too careless."

Takada Shunying raised his head, his cold eyes piercing him like knives, and he said word by word, "Perhaps...it really is that young man named Nohara Hiroshi. He's so amazing."

These words were like an invisible slap in the face, hitting Masao Iwata hard, causing a burning pain.

To admit the strength of your opponent is to admit your own incompetence.

Takada Toshihide ignored this subordinate who had become a waste. He cast his gaze at the deep night sky outside the window, changed the subject, and there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Nohara Hiroshi is really restarting the production of the third season of "Anzhiju". Do you think he can be saved?"

Although he was asking, his gaze fell back on Iwata Masao, and his eyes were extremely cold.

After all, Executive Deputy Director Toshihide Takada was criticized so harshly at the board meeting.

With his face and self-esteem.

It’s hard to accept now!

And Masao Iwata is the instigator!

Masao Iwata's body trembled violently, and he instantly understood the deep meaning behind these words.

He quickly forced a fawning smile, his posture like a pug eager to show his loyalty to his master.

"Impossible! Deputy Director!"

He vowed, "The reputation of 'Anzhiju' has been completely ruined by us... no, by that loser Hashiichi Ichirō! Now, whenever audiences mention the name, they think of that weird Onmyoji! It's a scam! It's garbage!"

"Even if Nohara Hiroshi had omnipotent abilities, it would be wishful thinking for him to clean up this mess and win back the hearts of all viewers in such a short period of time! I bet that his reboot would only bring the ratings back to around 3% at best. It's unlikely to cause any more waves!"

These words are both his judgment and his expectation.

He desperately needed Nohara Hiroshi's failure to prove that his own failure was not unforgivable.

"is it?"

Takada Toshihide raised his eyebrows noncommittally, he withdrew his gaze, said nothing more, just picked up the wine glass and drank the ice-cold sake in one gulp.

"I hope so."

He muttered to himself, his tone lacking much confidence.

Chapter 92 is well received! "An Zhi Ju Zhen Season " is released!

On the third Monday of July, night gently enveloped Tokyo like a giant velvet soaked in ink.

This city that never sleeps, after experiencing the suffocating hustle and bustle of the day, finally sheds some of its anxiety and puts on an enchanting and blurry mask woven from countless neon lights.

Behind this mask, countless pairs of eyes are simultaneously focused on the same small glowing box that allows them to temporarily forget their real troubles.

Shinjuku, Kabukicho, late night cafeteria.

The boss, Mizukami Xiang, was slowly wiping a freshly heated sake pot with a clean white towel. His face, which always looked a little distant, now had a rare smile of interest on it.

His eyes were fixed on the small television in the corner of the bar.

On TV, the fifteenth episode of "Wonderful Stories of the World", "Too Late for Lovers", is being played.

In front of the bar, the nightclub guards, who were wearing black suits and looked ferocious but had actually been worn down by life, were staring intently at the screen, forgetting even to drink the cold beer in front of them.

"...Tsk, this male protagonist is so miserable, isn't he? He finally mustered up the courage to confess his love, but the other person turned out to be a ghost who had been dead for many years."

A burly man with a shaved head and a corner of the Prajna tattoo exposed on his neck smacked his lips, with a hint of sigh in his voice.

"Who says it isn't?"

A companion next to him, who had a shallow scar on his face, took a big gulp of beer and burped loudly. "But isn't that the tone of Mr. Nohara's dramas? Always when you think you're about to get some sweet moments, they give you the most brutal backstab. The 'Touch of Terror' in the first episode, even now, I get chills down my spine."

"Hey, what do you know!"

The burly man with a crew cut immediately retorted, his attitude like a fervent fan defending his idol: "That's called depth! That's called an analysis of human nature! Mr. Nohara's work is art that makes people think! It's completely different from those gangster movies that only focus on fighting and killing!"

These words made the people around him touch their noses subconsciously and no one dared to respond.

Who makes this guy the strongest in combat?

The boss Shui Shangxiang listened to their discussion and the smile on his face became even more pronounced.

He remembered that a month ago, these guys were still cursing at the rubbish made by that guy named Masao Iwata, but now, they have become loyal fans of that young man.

This young man named Hiroshi Nohara does have some magical powers.