I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 112 Nohara Sashi wants to fall in love! He meets his destined person!
In the office of the Executive Deputy Director of Tokyo TV, the air seemed to be sucked out at this moment, solidifying into a heavy and cold piece of amber, sealing all the living beings in it in endless shock.

Takada Toshihide's face, which always had a gloomy look on it, had now lost all its color, leaving only a pale color like dead ash.

He stared at the screen intently.

Looking at those funny performances full of childish fun and imagination, a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Impossible... This... This is absolutely impossible!"

Takashi Yasui, the ace director who is always cynical and treats variety shows as toys, is now standing there like a weathered stone statue.

The whiskey glass in his hand had tilted at some point, and the amber liquid dripped through his fingers, leaving a dark stain on his expensive Versace suit, but he was completely unaware.

His brain, that professional brain full of variety show "iron rules" and "experience".

at this moment.

Completely overwhelmed by a more primitive, purer, powerful force called "happiness"!

“The rhythm…the rhythm is too fast!”

Ito Changan, who was standing aside, also had an expression of disbelief and horror on his face.

He was like a classical warrior who had just seen a modern war for the first time. Looking at the enemy's impenetrable phalanx of musket soldiers, he felt that all the swordsmanship he had learned throughout his life had become a ridiculous and vulnerable joke!

"There's no buildup, no transitions, and even... not even a moment for the audience to breathe! One idea follows another, like a never-ending snowstorm, pounding every last laugh point densely and harshly into the audience's face! This... this simply doesn't conform to the logic of variety show production! This will... this will cause the audience to become aesthetically fatigued!"

As he spoke, his voice began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Because he himself didn't believe what he said!
Because this show...

Bravo!

Masao Iwata had already collapsed on a low stool in the corner like a dead dog with its spine pulled out.

He looked at the faces on the screen that were distorted by pure joy, and listened to the laughter coming from the speakers that was loud enough to blow the roof off. He felt like a sinner who had been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and was being forced to enjoy a feast in heaven.

That contrast, that difference, was like the sharpest knife, cutting his heart, which had long been eroded by jealousy and unwillingness and was riddled with holes, into pieces.

"Hahahahahaha!"

In another office, Ming Rihai was laughing like a gambler who had won the gamble of the century.

Asumi is enjoying the funny scenes in "Super Change".

Because that's funny!
Just happy!
It's worth it for Asumi to laugh out loud!

Asuka rested his feet comfortably on the mahogany desk, holding a cup of steaming hot and fragrant coffee, watching the equally wonderful program on the screen. His always elegant and calm face was filled with a sense of pride and joy.

"Monster... This guy Hiroshi-kun, he's not even making a show."

He muttered to himself, his tone full of emotion: "He is...making rules. A brand new set of entertainment rules that belong to him alone, named 'Nohara Hiroshi'!"

……

The storm of rules created by "Super Change" spread much faster than anyone imagined.

Osaka, Kansai Television.

"Is this... the strength of Tokyo TV?"

Deputy Director of the Production Department, Ichiro Gaya, and several of his most capable variety show directors were like petrified statues, staring intently at the huge monitor screen in the conference room.

The air was filled with a burning smell mixed with tobacco and despair.

"The pace... is too fast."

A veteran director known for his "slow variety shows" spoke in a dry voice, his face, usually brimming with confidence, now etched with bewilderment: "It completely abandons the traditional variety show's structure, like a dramatic action movie with all the drama cut out, leaving only the climax. Can the audience... can the audience really handle this kind of information bombardment?"

"More than just acceptance! They're practically... having a blast!" Another director specializing in outdoor reality shows shuddered in disbelief. "This...this isn't just a ratings thing anymore; it's a social phenomenon! I bet tomorrow, no, tonight! These imaginative creations will become the focus of imitation and discussion among all the young people in Neon!"

"The most terrifying thing is its core."

Ichiro Gaiya let out a long, stagnant breath, a breath filled with a mixture of helplessness and admiration, a conscious realization of reality. "This is purely for fun's sake, for fun's sake, and creativity for its own sake. It's a product designed to delight the audience! You can't call it blank, and you can't say it has any purpose, but it truly attracts viewers! It drives ratings! Perhaps that's its core!"

These words caused the entire conference room to fall into a long silence.

Nowadays, all programs in Japan focus on educating the people, especially cartoons, television, and movies.

All are so.

Even if variety shows do not have such high educational significance, they must still contain some educational sentiment.

But now, they found that Nohara Hiroshi's thinking was not like that.

It’s not what they think!
They finally realized that they were not facing a simple competitor.

Instead, he is a dimensionality-reduction attacker who has already stood in a higher dimension and is overlooking the entire chess game in a way that they cannot understand at all.

……

Nagoya, Chukyo TV.

"Is this... the gap?"

Fukuoka, Kyushu Broadcasting.

"We...didn't lose unfairly."

Sapporo, Hokkaido Culture Broadcasting Corporation...

"Can one person's talent really...defy the entire era?"

Countless questions, countless shocks, and countless awes are happening simultaneously in every corner of the neon.

Those local tyrants who had once clamored to join forces to "encircle and suppress" Nohara Hiroshi now seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and could not utter a word.

He was still trying to suppress Nohara Hiroshi's urban legend.

But people...

They have all jumped out of urban legends and established a new kingdom!
They are behind!
They finally understood that their so-called "Anti-Nohara Hiroshi Alliance" was nothing but a ridiculous joke full of black humor in the face of that young man's absolute talent that was enough to subvert the times.

Those film critics who had once questioned Hiroshi Nohara now resembled a group of believers struck by divine revelation, putting down their pens, which were already prepared and filled with sarcasm and irony. They watched the faces on the screen contorted with pure joy, listened to the deafening laughter emanating from the speakers, laughter loud enough to lift the roof off the house. Their sense of superiority as professionals was utterly crushed into dust in that moment.

They knew that from tonight on, a brand new variety show myth belonging only to Hiroshi Nohara had officially arrived.

……

Kumamoto Prefecture, Oyama family.

In the living room, laughter had already turned into a pot of boiling hot porridge.

"Hahahaha! This... this 'human typewriter' is too funny! Ouch! I can't take it anymore! My stomach! My stomach is going to burst from laughing!"

Koyama Yumesae was laughing so hard that she almost rolled off the tatami. Her eyes, which always seemed lively and playful, were already filled with physiological tears.

"Yes, yes, it's really interesting." Even the eldest sister Masae, who is always gentle and quiet, couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a silver bell-like laugh. Her pretty face, which always had a bit of reserve, was also stained with a touching blush because of pure happiness.

"What kind of weird things are in Guangzhi's head?" His mother, Xiaoshan Gaoya, smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Her gentle face was full of pride.

Only Yoshiharu Koyama, the patriarch of the Koyama family, still maintained the authority of a principal, with a stern face, trying to examine this "indecent" program with the most professional eyes.

"Hmph, this is just nonsense! How disgraceful!" He said this, but the corners of his mouth, which were uncontrollably and wildly rising, had already betrayed his true thoughts.

"Second sister! Second sister! Come and watch TV! My brother-in-law's show is so funny!" Xiaoshan Mengya finally laughed enough. She picked up the brand new Panasonic P100 and wanted to share this happiness with her sister who was far away in Tokyo.

"Don't hit her!" Koyama Yoshiharu suddenly frowned and held her hand. His voice was filled with a hint of fatherly awkwardness that he himself hadn't noticed. "Your brother-in-law must be busy right now! Don't disturb him! If you want to hit her... hit your second sister!"

"Use a landline! That's cheaper too!" Xiaoshan Gaoya was more practical and pointed to the telephone in the corner.

By the way, I exchanged a glance with Yoshiharu Koyama and understood what this old man was thinking.

"Okay then~" Xiaoshan Mengya made a face but still ran over obediently.

Soon, Mei Ya's voice, which was also full of surprise and energy, came from the other end of the phone.

The two sisters chattered and shared each other's happiness across hundreds of kilometers.

Yoshiharu Koyama listened to the conversation between the two parties with his ears perked up. Finally, his face, which was always stern, could no longer hold back, and a smug smile that he could not suppress quietly emerged on his face.

He picked up the ice-cold beer in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. The exhilaration of a winner swept away all the worries in his heart.

……

Akita Prefecture, Omagari City, Nohara family.

“Ohh ...

Nohara Ginnosuke's devilish laughter almost blew off the roof of the entire old house.

He had long lost all his dignity as the head of the family. Like a child rejuvenated, he rolled over on the tatami with laughter. His two thick eyebrows, which were exactly the same as his youngest son's, were shaking up and down with extreme excitement, which was full of funny humor.

"Ahe! Ahe, look! This 'ramen chef throwing noodles'! Hahahaha! It's so similar! Just as cool as me when I was young!"

"You old pervert! Sit down right now! What a disgrace!" Nohara Tsuru frowned, trying to use the dignity that belonged to a wife to suppress her husband's ego that had long been let loose.

But the corners of her mouth, which were curled up uncontrollably, had already betrayed her true thoughts.

This show is so funny!

It's really funny!

Only Nohara Sashi, the simple farmer, remained calm.

He just sat quietly in the corner, watching the funny performances on TV that were full of childishness and imagination, and a simple, heartfelt smile appeared on his dark face.

However, as he laughed, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards the sky outside the window.

Uncontrollably, another lovely smiling face, also full of innocence and beauty, emerged in his mind.

She was a girl he met in a coffee shop a few days ago when he went to the city's agricultural cooperative to handle land acquisition procedures.

The girl is a new intern at the coffee shop. Her name is Ikuna Sakurada. She is also from a nearby village. She has a gentle personality and speaks softly. When she smiles, her eyes bend into two beautiful crescents.

He remembered that day, he was a little annoyed because of the complicated procedures, and it was the girl who patiently explained every clause to him over and over again in the coffee shop.

It was that girl who took the initiative to offer him a cup of steaming hot coffee when he was scratching his head because he couldn't understand those dense legal provisions.

It was that girl who, when he had finished all the formalities and was about to leave, gave him an encouraging smile in the coffee shop that was brighter than the sunshine outside the window.

"Mr. Nohara, you are truly an extraordinary person," she said at the time, her clear eyes gleaming with sincerity. "Nowadays, there are not many young people like you who are willing to stay in your hometown and work hard on the land."

At that moment, Nohara Sashi felt that his heart, which had become a little rough due to years of hard work, actually skipped a beat uncontrollably.

He, an old bachelor who was almost thirty years old and had never even held a girl's hand, was actually... shamefully, moved.

only……

Nohara Sashi let out a long breath, and in that breath, there was a bit of bitterness that belonged to a man, which he himself was not even aware of.

That day, he saw with his own eyes that in the coffee shop, a young man with a slicked-back hair and driving a brand new car was holding a bouquet of beautiful roses and showing great courtesy to the girl.

Although the girl kept politely refusing, her face, which always had a gentle smile, could not hide the little vanity of a young girl.

How can he, a farmer who only knows how to farm, compete with young people who drive cars and work in the city?
A bitter tide of inferiority surged in Nohara Sashi's heart.

Subconsciously, he took out the futuristic Panasonic P100 that his brother had given him.

He looked at the number named "Guangzhi" that he had pinned to the top of his address book. A trace of struggle and a last, tiny hope flashed across his simple eyes.

He wanted to ask his younger brother who was able to navigate the glamorous world of Tokyo with ease and even found a girlfriend as beautiful as a fairy.

He wanted to ask him what he should do.

perhaps……

His omnipotent brother could really give him an answer that could change his fate.

He took a deep breath and finally pressed the green, hopeful dial button.

(End of this chapter)