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

How to get Shizuka Kudo to accept him again?

Sakamoto Yu was in a bit of a predicament. How could he get her to accept this out of the blue?

And then there's the line, "He personally pushed her into another man's arms."

Could that man be Kimura?

Thinking about it, he remembered that Kimura seemed to have been a fan of Shizuka Kudo in his early days.

He continued looking down, his gaze landing on the rewards section, and his heart suddenly raced.

Another one with superb acting skills!

Thinking about the practical effect of his previous acting skills, he was particularly envious of this reward.

Once this task is completed and the document is in hand, I'll definitely be more confident facing future filming.

Let's give it a try!

Sakamoto Yu made a firm decision and looked at Kudo Shizuka, who was sitting quietly opposite him.

"I happen to be free this afternoon, let's go shopping together."

Upon hearing Sakamoto Yu's agreement, Kudo's anxiety vanished, and an expectant smile spread across his face.

"Um."

After paying the bill, the two walked out of the coffee shop side by side.

Tokyo Tower, Shiba Park.

The afternoon breeze, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, gently caressed my body.

Kudo Shizuka walked on the right, her hands gently placed behind her back, her steps very light.

She occasionally looked up, pretending to admire the scenery, her gaze quickly sweeping over the profile of the young man beside her.

I don't know what I was thinking about, but my mood suddenly became a little down.

"Six hundred thousand yen is great."

Kudo Shizuka suddenly spoke softly, her tone full of genuine envy.

"The group disbanded, and no one cared about the singles they released. Even after joining Onyanko Club, I don't know when things will improve."

"Will I be able to step onto a real stage?"

Her voice grew softer and softer, carrying a hint of barely perceptible confusion and loneliness.

"If you don't even know where your future lies, is it really worth working so hard?"

I hadn't felt this strongly before, but now all the emotions are surging up inside me.

She lowered her head slightly, her face expressionless.

His narrow eyes were fixed on the fallen leaves at his feet.

She feared being ordinary, and even more so, she feared that Sakamoto Yu would become better and better, until he left her.

Sakamoto Yu was thinking about how to get Kudo Shizuka to accept him again.

Upon hearing this candid explanation, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Kudo was lost in his own emotions and didn't notice his pause, continuing to walk a few steps forward.

After waiting for a while and not hearing a reply from the person next to him, he turned around in a daze and found that Sakamoto Yu was still standing in the same place.

"At this time of year, the cherry blossom trees have already borne fruit."

Kudo Shizuka walked back to Sakamoto Yu's side.

I stared at the bare branches for a while, but couldn't figure out what it meant.

She turned her head to the side, a hint of mockery in her eyes:

"Sakamoto-kun, are you trying to comfort me with some grand principles?"

Just as Sakamoto Yu was about to speak, he was exposed, and his expression froze.

He opened his mouth and then closed it again, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

That was indeed his plan.

"Hahahahaha!"

Seeing Sakamoto Yu's frustrated expression, Kudo Shizuka couldn't help but burst out laughing.

My initial gloomy mood dissipated considerably.

Where she couldn't see, Sakamoto Yu's lips curled up slightly.

Having spent time together, Sakamoto Yu had long since figured out her temperament.

It was precisely these little reversals that allowed her mood to turn from gloomy to sunny each time.

At that moment, Shizuka Kudo was laughing when she suddenly started hiccuping, and she couldn't stop.

"I hate it... hiccup... it's all... hiccup... your fault!"

She clenched her little fist and gently punched Sakamoto Yu's arm.

He then raised his hand and gently patted his chest, but still couldn't stop it.

Just then, a pair of strong hands suddenly grabbed her shoulders.

Kudo Shizuka looked up and accidentally met Sakamoto Yu's deep gaze.

A gentle voice sounded in my ear:

"Don't worry."

No matter how fast I walk, I will wait for you.

Your future will surely be bright, and you will be a part of mine.

"Sigh..." Shizuka Kudo was stunned for a moment.

My pupils dilated involuntarily, and the warmth from my palm made the area I touched feel hot.

The confusion in her heart gradually dissipated, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, and she nodded lightly: "Yes, let's cheer each other on."

The two smiled at each other, sunlight filtering through the camphor tree leaves and falling on them.

A warm breeze swept by, and a camphor leaf twirled and landed right on the tip of Shizuka Kudo's hair.

Sakamoto Yu subconsciously raised his hand, gently picked a fallen leaf, and then casually smoothed the stray hairs on her forehead, his fingertips inadvertently touching her forehead.

Kudo Shizuka's body stiffened, and her toes curled slightly.

The hiccups had stopped sometime ago, but my heart was starting to race.

Even years later, recalling this scene still stirs her emotions.

Sakamoto Yu didn't think much of it, taking it as just an unintentional little action.

A familiar ringtone, however, snapped him out of his daze.

Ding!

[Mission: Restore their relationship and win back Shizuka Kudo's acceptance of you (Completed)]

[Reward: Mastery of Dialogue]

Sakamoto Yu felt a surge of warmth and surprise.

I didn't expect the mission to be completed so easily.

Why don't we find a place to test it out?

Thinking this way, he became even more impatient and looked at Shizuka Kudo, who was lost in thought:

"Kudo-san, isn't it about time? We should head back."

........

Two days later, in the rehearsal room of Toei Studios.

The air was filled with a faint aroma of coffee and the smell of ink from paper.

Paper scripts were neatly arranged at both ends of the long table, their edges carefully folded up and covered with dense handwriting.

The script reading has been going on for two hours.

The main actors sat at the front.

He and several supporting actors sat around the spare chairs on either side of the long table.

Holding the script in his hand, Sakamoto Yu glanced at the core actors without making a sound.

Hiroshi Tate, Kyohei Shibata, Atsuko Asano, Hiroshi Nakamura.

I vaguely remember Nakamura Toru and Sakamoto Yu; I saw him in the Hong Kong movie "Gen-X Cops" in my past life.

Right now, he's just a promising newcomer who recently won the Best Newcomer Award at the Film Academy, and his eyes still hold a hint of naivety.

Atsuko Asano, standing beside him, is a mature actress who has already established herself with numerous works and awards.

At this time, she was already married to a famous screenwriter in the gay fiction industry.

She has a heroic air about her, her eyes are long and her eyes crinkle when she smiles, and she is recognized in the industry as a benchmark of talent.

The other two are "veterans" from the Showa era.

Hiroshi Tate and Kyohei Shibata.

The museum established its national recognition through "Western Police".

Kyohei Shibata is an all-around actor who combines good looks and talent, and has accumulated a huge following through his many works.

The two are the core pillars of the entire series.

However, among the supposedly perfectly coordinated cast, newcomer Toru Nakamura seemed somewhat awkward and was frequently called upon by the director.

"Nakamura-kun, how can you talk like that about this plot? You just watched your informant die right before your eyes!"

"Is this the right emotion for you?!" Kiyoshi Nishimura's voice broke the silence.

He repeated it over and over, his fingers tapping the script, making a dull sound.

The director is Kiyoshi Nishimura.

The core director of Toei's collaboration with Nippon Television.

He is revered in the industry as the "God of Rhythm in Crime Dramas".

A recognized authority on genre films, a respected senior figure among younger generations.

Faced with such a powerful figure, Nakamura Toru didn't dare utter a single word.

He couldn't control his tone and emotions, and his rhythm was a complete mess.

Under intense pressure, mistakes occurred frequently.

"Fine! Next one, go and think it over carefully!"

The scene fell silent.

Nakamura Toru's lips were pressed into a straight line, his eyes were downcast, his hand was tightly gripping the script, and he looked flustered.

Atsuko Asano and the others remained silent, quietly adjusting their state.

"Next up: Sakamoto-ya and the Museum!"