I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 51 Myth
For Hiroshi Nohara, this is really just the beginning.

On Tuesday night, when the third episode "Inside" and the fourth episode "Wall Girl" of "Dark House" were broadcast, the curve representing the ratings was like a giant dragon that broke free from gravity, raising its head to the sky in an almost unreasonable manner!

On Wednesday morning, the ratings were 5.54%.

On Thursday morning, the ratings were 5.98%.

On Friday morning, the ratings were 6.44%.

Saturday morning, the ratings were 6.87%!

At this moment, numbers seem to have lost their original cold meaning.

It is no longer data.

But it is a war drum and a trumpet.

It is a triumphant song that declares that an old era is being ruthlessly crushed and a new king is rising!

The entire Tokyo TV production department was speechless.

Those eyes that once contained sympathy and pity had now all turned into surprise.

Surprise turned into shock.

The end of the shock is the respect for the strong.

"That Suzuki classmate... no, that Nohara Hiroshi, what kind of monster is he?"

"He's not making an animation, he's conducting a large-scale psychological experiment on the entire Tokyo audience!"

"I heard that taxi drivers throughout Tokyo are now afraid to take orders to remote areas at night, for fear of encountering something bad. They are all terrified to death!"

"It's not just the taxi drivers. My sister is now afraid to work overtime at the company. She gets scared when she sees something bad!"

Various discussions were quietly circulating in the tea room, in the corridor, and in every corner.

The name Nohara Hiroshi, like a mysterious urban legend, and the ghosts he wrote about have become the most fascinating and terrifying protagonists in the city's night talks.

……

Finally, Saturday night arrived.

This is the final chapter of the first season of "Yamishibai," and the final judgment in this two-week ratings war.

For the first time ever, the TV station arranged an unprecedented three-episode series for this early morning animation.

When the familiar nursery rhyme and drum beats sounded for the last time, the whole of Tokyo seemed to hold its breath.

[Gachapon], [Farewell], [Drum Sender].

These three stories, like three poisoned scalpels, precisely and mercilessly dissect the most hidden greed, indifference and ignorance in human nature.

When the last frame froze and the word "The End" appeared grimly on the screen, all the viewers watching in front of the TV felt an extreme shudder as if they were completely hollowed out... and felt nothingness.

Because they were all scared.

Because these three episodes are themselves a kind of intimidation to human nature and human hearts. They are an analysis of human nature and a blow to human hearts in urban ghost stories!

Therefore, any audience who watches the three episodes on the last day will have a brand new experience brought by the urban legend.

A whole new kind of terror.

It will completely destroy the sense of horror of ancient myths and legends.

Let them tremble in their hearts!

then……

Even when the final episode arrives, and there's nothing left to watch, there's a sense of emptiness. Everyone will inevitably miss "Yamishibai Season 2," and everyone will want to watch the replay whenever they have the chance.

It’s just like watching the replay of “Dark Zhiju Season 1”.

Fascinated by it.

Can't help but want to relive it again!
……

Then, on Sunday morning, when the first rays of sunshine of the new week illuminated the city like divine revelation, a ratings report that would go down in the history of Tokyo TV was delivered to the desks of every classroom in the production department.

"The late-night animation "Anzhiju" has a final episode viewership rating of 8.12%!"

“The ratings are legendary!”

myth.

When this word appeared on the official report in an unquestionable manner, the entire Tokyo TV station was in complete shock.

This is no longer a simple victory.

This is the most thorough and loudest subversion of the inherent rules, resources and power of the entire industry, launched by an unknown intern, leading a guerrilla team regarded by everyone as "old, weak and disabled".

Suzuki's classroom was plunged into a strange silence.

No one cheered, no one shed tears.

Everyone just stared at the number in a daze, like a group of mortals looking up at a monument that they had built with their own hands but was beyond their imagination, their hearts filled with awe and pride.

Nohara Hiroshi stood by the window, looking at the bustling city below, which was still as small as an ant, with his eyes calm and deep.

He knew that from today on, he was no longer the intern who needed to rely on Suzuki Seito's name to move around in this TV station.

He, Hiroshi Nohara, has used his own name to carve his first profound mark on the power map of this city.

And this is still just the beginning.

……

The birth of a myth is often not accompanied by earth-shattering noises, but rather on countless ordinary mornings, when the sun shines on this huge steel forest called Tokyo at the same angle as yesterday, people belatedly discover that the first deep cracks have appeared in some indestructible order.

Tokyo TV Production Headquarters Building.

This building, which is usually wrapped in efficiency and rules like a precision instrument, is filled with a kind of anxiety and excitement in the air today, as if it has been pierced by high-voltage electric current.

In the tea room, the monotonous sound of the coffee machine was suppressed, replaced by whispers.

Those directors who usually look up to the sky and discuss prime-time ratings and tens of millions of production budgets, at this moment, are like a group of inland teenagers who see the sea for the first time, gathered around a thin report, with disbelief flashing in their eyes.

"8.12%... I double-checked it three times. My friend in the statistics department told me this number is correct." A Level director, known for his meticulousness, spoke with a dreamy, trance-like voice: "This isn't just a late-night rating anymore. This... This is a declaration of war against prime time."

"It's more than just a declaration of war."

Another senior member of the planning department pushed up his glasses, his gaze penetrating from behind the lenses. "I went to watch the final three-part series last night. Did you notice? It completely departs from the traditional horror genre. It's playing with people's minds, deconstructing the audience's psychological comfort zone. That young man, Hiroshi Nohara, isn't just telling a ghost story; he's giving all of us in the television industry a masterclass in creativity, using minimal effort."

These words caused the surroundings to fall into a deeper silence.

It was a complex emotion mixed with jealousy, awe, and a little powerlessness.

They are all elites in this industry. They are used to using resources, connections and money to build barriers for their works.

But now, an unknown young man, with just a pen and a few pieces of paper, easily crossed all their barriers and planted a flag of his own on the territory they were most proud of.

The wind had indeed changed direction.

(End of this chapter)