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

The commotion next door continued unabated.

On the bed, Nene Tanabe was wrapped in a sheet, her body shifting slightly from time to time.

She glanced furtively at Sakamoto Yu.

The image of him standing in front of me involuntarily came to mind.

And then there was that face that was impossible to ignore when we first met.

In a quiet, dark environment, the more oppressive the atmosphere, the more pronounced the inner turmoil becomes.

Women can still lose control when they become agitated.

At this moment, the field is on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Hearing the commotion next door, she could no longer suppress her craving.

"No! Tanabe, what are you thinking? He's still here!"

She pulled the pillow over and squeezed it tightly between her legs, trying to calm the restlessness.

At the same time, her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the sofa.

She secretly observed whether he was paying attention to her.

Seeing that he didn't react, she slowly reached down.

I didn't really pay much attention to Sakamoto Yu.

At this moment, he stared intently at the script, looking serious, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

In fact, he was staring at the task at hand, but for a moment he didn't know how to complete it.

He and Tanabe had only known each other for a short time, so how could he help her?

It seems like the other party isn't doing very well financially.

Give her some money, or treat her to a meal?

Or we can look for another opportunity later.

It's just a favor; this task should be easy to complete.

In an awkward and ambiguous atmosphere, the two were each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Just as he was worrying, a muffled groan came from behind him.

Unlike the faint sound from the next room, this sound was very clear and right in front of us.

Sakamoto Yu's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly as he gently raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the bed.

One of the most noticeable characteristics of budget rooms is the thickness of the blankets.

The blankets in the room were more like thin gauze, offering little protection against the cold and serving only as a barrier.

Through the silhouette, one can vaguely catch glimpses of Nene's movements by the field.

Her body curled up slightly, then slowly stretched out, her rhythm seemingly gradually aligning with the sounds from next door.

As a muffled groan came from next door, Tianbian's movements suddenly stopped.

This time, Sakamoto Yu was certain he had heard it.

The other party also realized that they had been exposed.

Sakamoto Yu stared at the darkness. Although he couldn't see anything, it wasn't hard to imagine the other person's face turning red.

The commotion next door gradually subsided.

The sound disappeared, but the lingering warmth slowly made the room feel hot and stuffy.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as system tasks flashed through his mind.

The task didn't specify what kind of help was required.

In the darkness, Tanabe's gaze fell upon him.

She made no attempt to hide it, turned over and changed her sleeping position, lying on her side with a burning gaze.

After hesitating for a long time, she mustered up her courage and reached out to touch the edge of the blanket.

Fingertips rubbed together, undecided.

Finally, she moved.

She carefully lifted a corner of the blanket, her fair arm draped over the edge of the bed, her eyes gazing at him with a pool of spring water, as if offering a silent invitation.

When they looked at each other again, there was no awkwardness; instead, a complex and intense emotion welled up inside them.

"despair"

A lamp fell off at Sakamoto Valley Pass.

Instantly, the entire room was plunged into darkness.

Only the intertwined breathing of the two remained, growing ever clearer.

The sofa made a creaking sound as the springs vibrated.

Then came slow, heavy footsteps on the floor.

The next second, the bed sank, and the bed frame creaked slightly.

You can feel the heavy atmosphere of Sakamoto-yako from the rice paddy.

She mustered her courage, gently wrapped her arms around his, her body trembling slightly.

A familiar sense of oppression came over him, and the gentle deformation made Sakamoto Yu's heart beat slightly faster.

"Sakamoto-kun, could you... help me?"

Her voice was barely audible, with a heavy nasal tone and a hint of shyness.

Their breaths grew closer and closer. Tanabe tilted her head back slightly, her lips brushing against his chin, leaving a warm sensation.

But at this crucial moment, Sakamoto Yu stopped.

His caution wouldn't allow him to continue in an unfamiliar place...

Sakamoto Yu turned his head slightly.

Tian Bian looked bewildered and puzzled.

Is he disgusted with himself, or is he rejecting himself?

It wasn't until Sakamoto Yu's arm slowly moved down that she belatedly realized what was happening.

She gritted her teeth and persevered, trying her best not to make a sound.

The next second, amidst heavy breathing, Tanabe raised her long neck, her body trembling.

Sakamoto Yu tried to pull his hand away, but it was held tightly.

"Wait a little longer."

Tianbian blushed, straightened his body, and curled his toes.

A crisp citrus scent, tinged with sweetness, enveloped the two of them.

【Ding--】

[Task: Help your former mentor solve a problem she's facing (Completed)]

[Reward: Mastery of restrained and patient acting skills]

......

The next day, early morning.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the window, bringing a faint warmth. Sakamoto Yu subconsciously frowned and impatiently opened his eyes.

The bed beside me was already slightly cool, and the person was nowhere to be seen.

The bed wasn't a mess; the pillows were neatly arranged, and a neatly folded note lay on the edge of the bed, its handwriting delicate and beautiful:

"Sakamoto-kun, thank you. I'm sorry about last night. I have to go now. I'll repay you another time when I have the chance—Tanabe."

Next to the note was a crumpled small bill, which was clearly the only money she had left.

Sakamoto Yu was slightly taken aback.

After getting up and quickly tidying up, I put the banknote in my pocket.

He didn't feel any regret about last night.

But if there's a next time, he wouldn't mind something happening.

I took the tram back to my rented room.

He has no scenes today.

I plan to prepare a new script properly.

...

Time passed, and three days later, after finishing filming his scenes on set, Sakamoto Yu received his first official paycheck.

The total was 300,000 yen, packed in a heavy envelope.

"You've performed very consistently; I've heard Nishimura and the others praise you quite a bit."

Normally, it's not the producer's place to personally distribute actor salaries, especially since Sakamoto Yu wasn't even the lead actor.

However, due to his performance on set and the attitude of the main actors towards him.

Kurosawa Mitsuru also thought highly of him.

Upon learning that he was not signed with an agency, I took the opportunity of delivering his payment to have a chat with him.

Producer Kurosawa handed him the envelope, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"You really don't plan to sign with a law firm?"

"Freelance actors have no insurance and their rights are difficult to protect."

"If you don't find anything suitable, I can recommend one to you."

Sakamoto Yu knew this, and in fact, he had been considering it all along.

Faced with the producer's kind offer, he smiled sincerely and said, "I will seriously consider it."

Kurosawa Mitsuru realized that Sakamoto had his own ideas, so he didn't continue.

He patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, go ahead and get busy."

Sakamoto Yu put the envelope away and returned to the set to continue filming.

After finishing work, Sakamoto Yu couldn't wait to go to the bank and deposit the money into his account.

During this period, bank cards in Japan were mainly divided into two categories.

One is a credit card, and the other is a cash card.

Cash cards cannot be used for direct spending; they can only be used as a tool for storage and withdrawal.

You can withdraw cash, deposit money, and check your balance at an ATM.

You can't even transfer money.

Transferring money requires going to the bank to fill out forms and get them stamped, which is extremely troublesome.

Many functions are not as convenient as in the previous life.

However, at least the safety is still guaranteed.

Given that he didn't have the habit of carrying cash in his previous life, Sakamoto Yu got a cash card early on.

After the money is deposited, the bank clerk inserts the passbook into the terminal, the printer clicks, and the new balance appears.

Watching this scene, a sense of peace gradually arose in my heart.

He finally had a real start in this world.