"I'm in Tokyo, and this is some kind of movie star comeback system?!"

Chapter 109 Watching the Show

Before arriving at the film set, Sakamoto Yu went back to his apartment to change his clothes.

He wore a camel-colored wool coat over a white turtleneck sweater, and light gray casual trousers.

Walking on the blue-toned streets in the early morning, there's an inexplicable atmosphere.

With her highly recognizable face and tall, slender figure, she's practically a walking poster.

With years of practical experience, Kuroda Azusa's skills are in no way inferior to those of professional photographers.

Even without watching the final cut, she could predict how Sakamoto Yu would look on camera.

"This guy has a really good figure and looks." Kuroda Azusa licked her lips and reluctantly closed the camera.

"Indeed," Okada Taku nodded in agreement.

As a man himself, he had to admit that Sakamoto Yu's appearance was too outstanding, and couldn't help but compare him to several top celebrities.

They're way better than those idols from Johnny's.

"Tch." Kuroda Azusa curled her lip in disdain. "Those greenhorn brats, how can they compare to him?"

Hearing Kuroda Azusa's disdain, Okada Taku didn't say anything more; he had never been a fan of male idols with small builds.

"Should we take another set of photos of Yoichi Miura so they can compare the two?"

Okada Taku thought for a moment and then asked Kuroda Azusa for his opinion.

Kuroda Azusa nodded. "That's for the best. With a comparison, readers will be more likely to believe our report."

After making up their minds, the two continued to stake out inside the car.

More than three hours passed in the blink of an eye, and the target finally appeared at nine o'clock in the morning.

Yoichi Miura stepped out of a van. His face was puffy, his steps were unsteady, his hair was messy, and although his clothes were neat and well-tailored, he was in terrible condition and had no aura of a star.

He looks exactly like a drunken man who just came out of Kabukicho.

"Holy crap! That guy really is Yoichi Miura?!"

Okada Taku looked the other person up and down, his expression changing.

Almost at the same moment, Kuroda Azusa, standing beside him, had already set up her camera, and the shutter was clicking incessantly.

Her lips were turned up in a smile, and you could tell she was in a good mood.

"The materials have arrived!"

Reminded by her words, Takuya Okada quickly picked up his camera.

This time, his movements were no longer hurried, not because he had become more skilled, but because Yoichi Miura's slow pace gave him enough time.

When Yoichi Miura strolled leisurely into the film set, the two had already filmed quite a bit of footage.

The moment they put down their cameras, they could already imagine the powerful contrast that would occur when their photos were placed side by side.

Yoichi Miura headed straight for the lounge.

Last night, the firm president dragged him to a drinking party where he drank a mix of sake, red wine, and beer. He is still feeling dizzy and weak from the hangover.

In order not to delay filming, he had to arrive at the film set early.

Even after showering and changing into formal attire, the smell of alcohol lingered on him, drawing stares from passing staff.

Once they recognized the person as Yoichi Miura, no one dared to say anything to his face.

After he walked away, a moment of silence fell, and the staff members gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves.

At 10 a.m., Sakamoto Yu changed into his costume and makeup and arrived at the film set.

Not long after he arrived, he noticed that the atmosphere was unusual.

Hitomi Ono had already arrived and rushed forward to greet him when she saw him coming.

"What's wrong?" Sakamoto Yu glanced around and saw Ikuno Jiro sternly reprimanding Miura Yoichi.

The director's face was gloomy, while Yoichi Miura hung his head, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal.

"Miura-san is in terrible condition today; the director has stopped filming several times," said Hitomi Ono.

"Is it because your acting is bad?" Sakamoto asked casually.

"It's a matter of his condition. He looks like this now, even makeup can't cover it up." Hitomi Ono gestured towards the film set.

Upon closer inspection, Sakamoto realized that Miura Yoichi's face was swollen and he was not photogenic at all.

"You definitely can't film this scene today!" Jiro Ikuno pointed at the monitor, his face ashen. "What would your face look like on the screen?"

His rebuke echoed throughout the set, and the staff present tensed up and fell silent.

Even the stagehands who were moving equipment subconsciously moved with utmost care, afraid of incurring the wrath of others.

"What were you thinking, drinking all night before filming?"

Jiro Ikuno gave an impatient snort, "We might as well just cancel the performance."

"Alright, you can go now."

Yoichi Miura bowed deeply and said, "I'm very sorry."

"Prepare for the next scene." Jiro Ikuno waved his hand helplessly, signaling the staff to reset the scene.

He then picked up his schedule and glanced at it: "Have we arrived at Sakamoto-ya?"

"We've arrived," the assistant director whispered in response.

Just as Sakamoto was about to go on stage, Ono Hitomi tugged at his sleeve: "Sakamoto-san, the next scene is a smoking scene, is that alright?"

Sakamoto Yu shrugged: "It's nothing, it's alright."

He had smoked before, and the last time he choked was just because he smoked too fast, so he didn't take it to heart at the time.

The assistant director was already waving at him, and Sakamoto Yu got up and walked onto the set.

After leaving the field, Miura Hiroshi did not leave immediately; his assistant brought him an ice pack.

He found a corner to sit down, applied ice to his face, and stared at Sakamoto Yu, who was communicating with the assistant director, feeling a surge of irritation.

At this moment, Akina Nakamori arrived, wearing her bank uniform.

As soon as she walked in, she saw the assistant director giving instructions to Sakamoto Yu.

She glanced around and spotted one of her fans, who was also Sakamoto Yu's assistant.

She walked over to the other person, about to greet them, but then she saw the worry on Hitomi Ono's face.

"What's wrong with you?"

Attracted by the sound, Hitomi Ono turned her head and saw Akina Nakamori, her expression changing.

"It's nothing," she waved her hand to indicate that everything was alright.

Following her gaze, Nakamori Akina saw Sakamoto Yu in the arena and immediately guessed what was going on.

"Sakamoto-san got scolded?" She frowned slightly.

"Huh? No, that's not true." Ono Hitomi was stunned, and hurriedly explained, "Sakamoto-san doesn't like the smell of smoke. We're filming a smoking scene in the next movie, and I'm worried he won't be used to it."

"He doesn't like the smell of smoke?" Akina Nakamori frowned slightly and glanced at him.

Inside the venue, the assistant director had already finished speaking with Sakamoto Yu and then waved to Nakamori Akina.

After a brief discussion about positioning, Akina Nakamori nodded to indicate that she understood.

After the assistant director left the stage, she couldn't help but glance at Sakamoto Yu with concern.

"All departments, get ready!" the assistant director shouted from outside the set.

Action.

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Sakamoto Yu, dressed in a bank uniform, sat on a bar stool. The two had just finished get off work and met for drinks at the bar.

Akina Nakamori opened the cigarette pack, took one for herself, finished her lines, and pushed the pack in front of him.

Sakamoto Yu pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag as if he were quite skilled.

But after taking that one bite, he immediately frowned.

This cigarette is completely different from the ones he usually smokes.

He usually smokes slim cigarettes, but this one is the type that only seasoned smokers smoke; the smoke is thick, pungent, and has a strong, overpowering flavor.

A sudden wave of nausea surged up from my throat.

Sakamoto Yu pursed his lips, forcibly suppressing his physical discomfort, and gritted his teeth to continue the performance.

But his attention was already diverted, and he was a beat late in delivering his lines.

Upon seeing this from behind the monitor, Jiro Ikuno immediately called for a halt.

Off the court, Yoichi Miura looked surprised and bewildered, but a smug smile crept onto his lips.

The fact that Sakamoto Yu was stopped made him feel much better instantly. Judging from the atmosphere at the scene, Sakamoto Yu was bound to be criticized.