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

Chapter 130 GG Bonus

"Ouch, be gentle." Miho Nakayama's cheeks flushed red, and her eyes welled up with tears.

She gave a soft hum, turned her face away, and swayed uncomfortably, a faint fragrance spreading in the air.

"Don't move around." Sakamoto Yu frowned and reached out to press down on her restless legs.

With a crisp, light snap, her skin quickly flushed crimson, and she immediately became obedient, only raising her eyes to glare at him resentfully.

After a little fuss, Miho Nakayama gritted her teeth and tried to tough it out, but the stinging pain was far beyond her expectations.

"Ouch—it hurts!"

Her delicate body trembled violently, even her tiny toes curled up involuntarily, and tears finally slid down her cheeks.

"Ugh..." she murmured weakly.

Sakamoto Yu ignored him.

With a focused expression, he deftly tossed away the cotton swab and pulled out another one, dipping it in hydrogen peroxide.

"Just bear with it a little longer."

Before he could react, Sakamoto Yu brushed against her.

"ah

Miho Nakayama gasped, her heart skipped a beat, and her face scrunched up.

Only after cleaning and disinfection were completed did Sakamoto Yu finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"I've never seen you so reckless before. You can even fall while walking properly." Sakamoto Yu prepared the gauze.

After the wound dried, Sakamoto applied some antibacterial ointment, covered it with gauze, and then carefully wrapped it with a cotton bandage.

Done.

Miho Nakayama pursed her lips, gave him a resentful glare, and said nothing.

Half an hour earlier, the two had a date at a coffee shop. After the date, Miho Nakayama insisted that Yu Sakamoto take her home.

When they reached the apartment building, Sakamoto waved goodbye to her, but as he turned around, he suddenly heard Nakayama's cry of pain.

He turned around and saw Miho Nakayama clutching her knee and slumped to the ground.

Sakamoto Yu rushed forward to check on her and helped her upstairs.

After comforting her, I began to treat her wounds.

Sakamoto Yu put the cotton swabs and hydrogen peroxide into the medical kit.

A look of doubt flashed across his face.

She didn't do it on purpose, did she?

Sakamoto Yu recalled the scene at that time:

Before he left, she repeatedly tried to persuade him to stay, asking about his plans for the next day and enthusiastically describing the view from the apartment, saying that he could see Tokyo Tower from the window.

It does seem quite deliberate in this respect.

"This isn't a self-inflicted injury ploy, is it?"

"Do I really need to go to this extent?" Miho Nakayama turned to the side, her tone slightly uneasy. "I'm not able to move around easily right now. It wouldn't be too much for you to stay and look after me, would it?"

Sakamoto Yu showed an expression of certainty, and was about to speak when his pager went off.

I glanced down and saw it was Watanabe; it was probably feedback about the new guy.

"My agent called, can I borrow your landline?"

Miho Nakayama understood the gravity of the situation and pointed to the spot against the wall.

A white wall-mounted telephone was hanging above.

Sakamoto Yu walked over, picked up the phone, and dialed back. Soon after, the call was answered.

"Has GG given any feedback yet?" Sakamoto asked directly.

"That's right." Watanabe said excitedly, "Nissan's customer service department's phone lines were ringing off the hook, and the TV station's customer service department was the same."

Nissan wants to sign you as the Z-series brand ambassador for three years, with the price tripling.

TBS is going to do a 45-minute special on you, and they'll even introduce three new faces.

Upon hearing this, Sakamoto Yu said "Oh," and then added, "So, GG works very well?"

"It's more than just good." Watanabe chuckled. "The ratings for the GG time slot increased by 2.7 points compared to the previous GG time slot."

Do you know what that means?

Sakamoto Yu was taken aback. "Even prime-time dramas aren't this good."

"That's right, that's your commercial value after the public opinion."

Watanabe continued, "TBS has changed your position to A. They want to do a three-minute feature on the morning news after the broadcast, and ask you to appear on camera and say a few words."

"Also, they're starting a late-night documentary program next week, and they want you to be a guest for the first episode, just one interview."

"Duration: 45 minutes"

"Nissan also called me. They want you to be the brand ambassador for the entire FairladyZ series, not for one year, but for three years."

"The contract amount is negotiable, but I estimate it will be no less than 1 million yen."

Sakamoto Yu's heart raced, and a surge of excitement coursed through him.

His hand holding the microphone trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the tremor, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but turn up.

"By the way, for that TBS documentary interview, I'd like to have one of our newly signed newcomers appear on it. You don't mind, do you?"

Watanabe's words brought Sakamoto back to his senses.

"Are you going to mentor a new person?"

"Otherwise what?" Watanabe picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out another cigarette and lit it. "This turnaround of yours isn't just about yourself."

The firm needs to make a living, and newcomers need to get ahead. We're using your connections to build a platform so we can get more work in the future.

"You don't have any objections, do you?"

Sakamoto Yu laughed. "What objection do I have? Arrange it however you want, but..."

"Regarding Bunshun, we previously agreed that if they stopped reporting on it, we wouldn't pursue the matter. Now that things have gained momentum, do you think they might jump out again?"

Watanabe flicked his cigarette ash. "No, the whole of Japan is on your side now. If they dare to jump out again, they'll be making an enemy of all of Japan. They're not that stupid..."

Sakamoto Yu listened attentively when suddenly he smelled a familiar fragrance.

Only then did he realize that Miho Nakayama was standing behind him at some point.

Her beautiful eyes fell on his face. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, and when she saw Sakamoto Yu looking at her, she reached out and threw herself into his arms.

in.

The soft, smooth touch intertwined with the warmth of their bodies.

On the phone, Watanabe was still saying, "The idol mom shouldn't have much filming left, so we have some free time..."

Miho Nakayama nestled in his arms, brought her lips close to his ear, and gently blew a breath.

Upon receiving the invitation, Sakamoto Yu's excitement at becoming an overnight sensation instantly transformed into a primal urge.

"Alright, you can arrange it for me." Sakamoto Yu endured Nakayama Miho's mischievous little actions.

Across from him, Watanabe nodded. "Okay, the head of Nissan's publicity department invited us to dinner tomorrow. I'll let you know the exact time once we've arranged it."

9

"Mm." Sakamoto Yu's voice was hoarse as he gave a simple reply before hurriedly hanging up the phone.

"Hehe." Miho Nakayama buried most of her body in Yu Sakamoto's arms, wrapping one leg around his waist.

Suddenly, a strong force came and she was lifted up.

Sakamoto walked towards the living room.

"Sakamoto-kun, you've come to the wrong room. It's over there."

He let out a soft hum. "I didn't go to the wrong place; I went to the living room."

Sakamoto Yu placed Nakayama Miho on the sofa and leaned down to press her down.

Outside the window, the lights of Tokyo Tower twinkled in the distance.

The clock on the wall pointed to one o'clock in the morning.

That night, he forgot about Nissan's phone call, forgot about the TBS interview, and forgot about Bunshun's statement.

He only remembered her body temperature and those suppressed moans.

The next morning, Sakamoto Yu was awakened by the sunlight streaming through the curtains.

The bed next to me was empty, but the scent of Miho Nakayama's shampoo still lingered on the pillow.

He sat up and saw a note on the bedside table: "Breakfast is in the microwave. Don't forget your dinner with Nissan today. —Miho"

On the screen, Watanabe had already sent three messages.

They are all numerical codes, but they mean the same thing: reply.

He glanced at the time: the first one was 7:00 AM, the second was 7:15 AM, and the third was 7:30 AM.

It is 7:45 now.

Sakamoto put down the pager and lay back down.

Five seconds later, he sighed and sat up.

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