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

When Sakamoto Yu heard someone calling him, he instinctively turned his head to look.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be someone I knew.

It was Nozomi Suzuki.

She was still dressed in her usual smart business attire, carrying a bag, and with exquisite makeup.

A hint of surprise flashed across Sakamoto Yu's face.

No. 12 Sankocho, the storefront looks like an ordinary izakaya.

The restaurant specializes in locally produced sake, such as "Otokoyama" sake from Akita Prefecture and "Kurogiri Island" shochu from Kumamoto Prefecture. The main snacks to accompany the sake are inexpensive chicken skin skewers and natto with tofu.

But most of the customers who come here aren't really interested in the drinks; they're actually interested in the waiters.

They are commonly known as "guides".

The job appears to involve only pouring drinks for guests, recommending snacks, and handling hotel registration; the hourly wage is 1200 yen (including a commission on drinks).

In fact, they also offer a voluntary "sitting companion service" with a tip of 5000 yen per hour.

Of course, this still only allows for verbal communication and normal physical contact.

The main point is the overnight stay; that will be charged separately.

Sakamoto Yu glanced at Suzuki Nozomi, then looked at the dimly lit interior of the shop with a strange expression.

"Suzuki-san... what are you doing here?"

Could it be...? Sakamoto Yu's face showed an "I see" expression.

Although Japan in the 80s was traditional, it also had some more avant-garde ideas.

Suzuki Nozomi realized that Sakamoto Yu had misunderstood, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

"Don't get the wrong idea, I'm here to sign a contract."

Sakamoto Yu was lost in some speculation when he suddenly heard Suzuki's words. His thoughts snapped out of their reverie, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

"I'm here to sign an artist, just like you, an actor."

"She auditions during the day and comes here to work at night."

Sakamoto Yu looked enlightened.

He must be signing new talent to his shell company.

"Waitress?" Sakamoto Yu pointed to the woman in the kimono inside the room.

"Kitchen helper." Suzuki Nozomi shook her head and gestured towards the kitchen.

Following the gaze, Sakamoto Yu saw a petite girl with a gentle appearance walk out of the kitchen.

A work uniform was draped over his arm.

Upon seeing Suzuki Nozomi, she stood on tiptoe and waved before quickly walking over.

Sakamoto Yu leaned against the counter, looking at Suzuki Nozomi:

"Aren't you afraid the firm will find out?"

Nozomi Suzuki remained silent and did not answer.

Seeing this, Sakamoto Yu wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

Speaking of the contract, Sakamoto Yu didn't forget to give Suzuki Nozomi some instructions:

"I have an audition in hand. If I pass, I might need you to help me negotiate a contract."

Suzuki Nozomi raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She didn't expect Sakamoto Yu to receive an audition so quickly.

His show hasn't aired yet, meaning he's still an unknown actor. The fact that he could still get an audition under these circumstances, what does that say?

Connections, ability, and emotional intelligence are all indispensable.

Thinking back to the last time she went to the film set, she remembered how the crew treated her.

Nozomi Suzuki pursed her lips slightly, her gaze lingering on his face with a mixture of surprise and approval.

It seems he does indeed have great potential.

Suppressing his admiration, Suzuki calmly nodded. "Just leave me my agency's contact information. The conditions are the same as last time."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the newcomer stood before Suzuki.

"Suzuki-san..."

The other person greeted him, then turned their gaze to Sakamoto Yu.

After seeing his face clearly, a look of amazement flashed in her eyes, and her gaze lingered on his face for a moment.

"This person is also an actor, currently filming a yakuza-themed drama, which is expected to air soon."

Seeing that the girl's eyes were almost glued to Sakamoto Yu's face, Suzuki took the opportunity to introduce her.

"Hello, Sakamoto Yu."

He gave a gentle smile and nodded, as if to say hello.

"Hello, I'm Tanabe Nene!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, senior!"

Upon hearing the voice, Tanabe Nene realized what was happening and quickly bowed in greeting.

Sakamoto Yu didn't intend to stay any longer, and after saying "You're busy," he planned to go upstairs to rest.

Suzuki waved to him.

Just as the two were about to part, a commotion broke out.

"Enough talk—I have plenty of money!"

A drunkard suddenly knocked over his glass, staggered to his feet, and walked unsteadily.

Sakamoto Yu stopped in his tracks and glanced at him indifferently.

He wore a cheap suit and shirt, had a beer belly, and was balding.

He didn't intend to pay attention to it; this kind of thing happened frequently in the store, and someone would naturally handle it.

But no one expected that the drunkard would shove the shop assistant aside and stumble towards Suzuki Nozomi and Tanabe Nene.

His eyes were lewd, and he let out a vulgar, strange laugh.

"Wow—this chick's nice, that ass, that figure!"

"Come here! Chat with me for a bit!"

The store itself was not very large, and the drunk man was almost right next to him.

A strong, sour, and pungent smell of alcohol instantly filled the air.

Tanabe Nene gasped softly and instinctively moved closer to Sakamoto Yu, gripping his arm tightly with both hands.

In stark contrast to the sour stench emanating from the drunkard, a refreshing citrus scent wafted from the clothes that Tanabe Nene had just changed into.

Suzuki had already reached into his bag and was tightly gripping a sharp pair of nail clippers.

At the critical moment, a tall figure appeared in front of the two women.

The 1.86-meter-tall Sakamoto Yu stood like a solid wall, keeping the drunkard firmly at bay.

"Um?"

Before the drunkard could react, he was flipped over by a tremendous force.

He slammed hard against the edge of the table, his joints hitting it squarely.

"Ah!" he cried out in pain.

"You bastard!"

He struggled to get up, still yelling.

But the moment his eyes met Sakamoto Yu's, his voice caught in his throat.

A cold gaze swept over him, and the sharp aura made his heart tighten.

"You, you..."

His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The other person was a full head taller than him, and with that deadly gaze, the sense of oppression was overwhelming.

"roll."

Sakamoto Yu's slightly narrowed eyes and calm tone made it impossible for anyone to feel any desire to resist.

The drunkard's legs went weak, he swallowed hard, and struggled to his feet, holding onto the edge of the table.

"I'm sorry! I'll leave right away!"

He hurriedly bowed ninety degrees and scrambled to the door.

After the person left, Sakamoto Yu composed himself.

The waiter quickly came forward to inquire, and after confirming that everything was alright, he apologized several times before leaving.

At this moment, Tanabe Nene was still gripping his shoulders, her whole body pressed against him.

The arm can clearly feel the pressure of deformation.

Suzuki breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the crisis was over.

When he looked again at Tanabe Nene clinging tightly to Sakamoto Yu, his eyes were filled with mockery.

Tanabe realized what was happening and quickly let go.

After we separated, I immediately felt a chill on the spot where we had just touched.

There was a brief silence among the three of them.

Sakamoto Yu spoke first:

"It's alright, go home now, I should go upstairs and rest."

Tanabe Nene bowed and thanked her.

"Thank you, Sakamoto-kun."

Sakamoto waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing to worry about, and then went upstairs.

Tanabe Nene watched Sakamoto Yu's retreating figure until it disappeared around the corner.

He quickly forgot about this little incident.

After he lay down, the smell of alcohol gradually rose in his body, and for a moment he was unable to fall asleep.

I lay there for another ten minutes or so, and I was still full of energy.

"Never mind, let's take a look at the script."

Left with no other choice, he got up and opened the script that the museum had given him to study.

Not long after I started looking, there was a soft knock on the door.

Sakamoto Yu paused, stood up, went to the door, and lowered his voice:

"Who?"

A soft, sweet voice responded from outside the door:

"Yes, it's me, Tanabe Nene."