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

Chapter 112 of the report was published.

Sakamoto placed the hot lighter on the armrest between the two seats.

Akina Nakamori paused, remaining in her sideways position without moving.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and her heart inexplicably sank.

She didn't know why, but she felt a distinct sense of loss and loneliness.

The car started smoothly again and drove quietly for a few minutes.

Sakamoto Yu glanced at the passenger seat and asked casually, "Not smoking anymore?"

"Huh?" Nakamori Akina snapped back to reality, her expression flustered, and quickly waved her hand, "I'm not smoking anymore."

Sakamoto Yu said "Oh" and didn't say anything more.

Time flew by, and the car arrived at its destination in no time.

Akina Nakamori's fingers rested on the seatbelt buckle, but she hesitated to press it down.

As we were about to part ways, a strong sense of regret suddenly welled up in my heart.

"Go back and get some rest. Don't stay up late and overthink things," Sakamoto Yu said softly.

"Yes, thank you for today."

"Why are you being so polite with me?"

Akina Nakamori pursed her lips and finally pressed the latch.

As if suddenly remembering something, she turned to look at Sakamoto Yu: "I sometimes cook, would you like to try my cooking?"

Sakamoto Yu paused for a moment, then smiled: "Sure."

Upon hearing his agreement, Akina Nakamori's eyes lit up with joy: "What do you like to eat? Sushi, rice balls, or mackerel?"

Sakamoto Yu thought about it seriously for a moment: "Onigiri (rice balls)."

"Okay! Let's make rice balls then!" Akina Nakamori smiled serenely.

After they got out of the car, Sakamoto Yu said goodbye to her, "I won't take you home."

"Yes!" Akina Nakamori nodded vigorously.

After a moment's hesitation, she added softly, "Sakamoto-kun, thank you."

Unlike before, Akina Nakamori changed how she addressed him.

"May I call you that in private?" she asked cautiously.

Sakamoto Yu smiled, neither agreeing nor refusing. He reached out and tapped Nakamori Akina's smooth forehead with his finger, then said, "I'm leaving."

After saying that, he turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Under the orange streetlights, Akina Nakamori stared blankly at his retreating figure.

She couldn't explain what it was; it wasn't being moved, nor was it letting go.

In that instant, she suddenly realized—this is what it feels like to be caught safely.

Three days later, while Sakamoto Yu was filming "Mom is an Idol," a piece of public opinion suddenly broke out targeting the crew of "Human Crossroads."

The news quickly went viral and sparked heated discussions.

The newspaper cover prominently featured the two characters "Akina," exaggerating a simmering gossip: the male lead and the third male lead were vying for Akina's affections!

Public opinion is pointing the finger at Sakamoto Yu and Miura Yoichi.

The photos of the two being secretly taken when they joined the crew that day were published in the most prominent position in the newspaper.

“Pah!”

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A copy of Flash magazine was slammed onto the table with a sharp sound.

Hiroshi Miura sat on the sofa with a livid face, grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it down, trying to suppress the surging anger in his heart and calm himself down.

The magazine cover's large, glaring text is:

Akina's co-stars: A stark contrast in appearance! Handsome guy VS hungover old face!

The subtitle reads: Discord surfaced on the first day of filming? Tensive atmosphere on set, Akina looks exhausted!

Turning to the inside pages, the report was written in a very detailed manner: "According to sources close to the scene, the two male actors barely interacted on set."

"Yoichi Miura repeatedly overshadowed his opponent by virtue of his leading role, and the two were always cold to each other in private, with a strong sense of animosity between them."

"Is the male lead, Miura Hiroichi, spending days in high-end clubs in Ginza, looking haggard from filming, or troubled by love?"

He sat down next to Miura, his tone somewhat accusatory: "I've found out some inside information these past few days. Sakamoto Yu has been in cahoots with the production company for a long time."

When he auditioned, I, a junior agent, witnessed firsthand how the company's senior management openly supported him.

There have been persistent rumors that he got in through connections, and this is likely true.

I have already spoken with the junior colleague; he plans to resign from his job as an agent and is willing to come forward and expose the truth under his real name.

Why don't we take advantage of the current public opinion and teach him a lesson?

Yoichi Miura's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but he quickly calmed down.

The uproar over Sakamoto Yu is still being discussed today.

Back then, multiple media outlets and newspapers took turns getting involved, and even NHK was forced to issue a public clarification. He was able to turn the tide against such a big issue, so he must have had someone backing him up.

He disliked Sakamoto Yu, but didn't want to get himself into trouble.

Public opinion is a double-edged sword; no one knows who will ultimately be hurt.

He glanced at Fukuda, whose face was gloomy, and felt that the other man was acting unusually today, as if he was not quite in his right mind.

He had already been notified by his agency that Fukuda had submitted his resignation and that he would be getting a new agent.

After careful consideration, Yoichi Miura decided to observe cautiously and not to act rashly.

He feigned hesitation and vaguely brushed it off: "Let it go, this little storm will pass if we just bear with it. Public attention comes and goes quickly anyway. Once this movie is finished, we'll cut ties."

Miura Hiroki glanced away and waved his hand in refusal: "Those gossip magazines will make up any nonsense for the sake of sales, it's not worth taking it seriously and getting revenge."

Fukuda frowned, a barely perceptible hint of impatience in his voice: "Are you just going to let this go like this?"

Miura subtly pressed the corners of his mouth down, remaining silent and clearly indicating his unwillingness to linger.

At that moment, Fukuda's pager went off urgently.

He glanced down at the screen, his expression changing: "Fine, let's just forget about it."

"The president is looking for me, I'm going out to return a call." With that, he quickly pushed open the door and left.

He walked to the public phone outside the artists' dressing room and dialed a number.

While on the phone, she would constantly look around at the people passing by, afraid of being overheard.

A moment later, the call connected. He covered the receiver and asked urgently in a low voice!

"What's your decision? As long as you're willing to speak out, the magazine's credibility will definitely be upheld!"

I'll give you more money. We're both quitting as agents anyway, so let's make one last big profit!

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, the person finally spoke: "You have to pay for both the tips and the interviews, and it has to be paid in full at once."

"I'll leak the information anonymously first, and then I'll see if I want to give an interview."

Fukuda took a deep breath.

Miura's reputation on set has been ruined, and his story has reached other directors and producers.

However, the firm attributed the mistake to him alone.

The company has informed him of a job transfer; once this film wraps up, he'll be working in an office.

He cannot accept this fact and has already submitted his resignation.

He will then go to live with his younger brother and leave the agent profession.

Before leaving, he decided to take his revenge.

Sakamoto Yu, the executive producer, and the entire crew all have to pay the price!

Fukuda readily agreed to the other party's conditions, hung up the phone, concealed the hostility on his face, pretended nothing had happened, and turned to walk back to the lounge.