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

The problem has been brought to the forefront.

Miho Nakayama pinched a piece of bread between her fingers and put it into her mouth.

Her bright eyes were fixed on him.

Her agent stood silently beside her, arms crossed, a gloating smile playing on his lips.

Sakamoto Yu was completely at a loss when the director suddenly entrusted him with this task, and he couldn't come up with a single idea.

The director only gave us five minutes.

Time is tight and the task is heavy.

He was truly at his wit's end.

Right now, Miho Nakayama is still emotionally charged, and if she stays like this, the filming will definitely not go well.

The most urgent thing is to divert her attention and stop her from bottling up her anger.

Just as he was getting annoyed, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of his agent's smug, gossipy look.

My heart felt even more heavy.

My gaze shifted and landed on the unfinished snacks on Miho Nakayama's table.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind.

He glanced at his agent's face, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh! This is Fujiya's cake, right?"

Sakamoto Yu feigned surprise and pointed to the cream triangle cake on the table.

"I've always wanted to try it, but their desserts are just too expensive, 1800 yen a serving, it's such a pity."

"Huh?" Miho Nakayama hadn't expected him to say that. Her mouth opened slightly, she froze for a moment, and then nodded blankly.

"Yes, that's right."

Immediately afterwards, Sakamoto Yu's voice softened, carrying a hint of playful amusement; it was less of a plea and more of a coquettish tantrum.

"May I have a taste?"

The agent standing to the side looked completely puzzled, having no idea what he was trying to do.

But the next second, he frowned and his expression suddenly changed.

After Nakayama Miho nodded in agreement, she handed over the fork, but Sakamoto Yu did not reach out to take it. Instead, he opened his mouth and let out a soft hum.

Miho Nakayama paused.

Logically speaking, she should have refused such intimate gestures.

For some reason, seeing Sakamoto Yu's "coquettish" manner made me feel inexplicably friendly.

She instinctively grabbed the cake fork, cut off a small piece, and gently fed it to him.

Sakamoto Yu glanced at his manager, raising an eyebrow slightly.

The agent's face darkened, and his smile shifted to Sakamoto Yu's face.

Sakamoto Yu took a bite of the cake and let out a satisfied soft moan.

"Mmm...delicious."

His pupils dilated slightly, his nostrils twitched gently, and his eyes shone as if they held starlight, twinkling.

Miho Nakayama looked on with some surprise, wondering to herself, "Is it really that delicious?"

My curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Mmm, it's really delicious, you should try it too."

As Sakamoto Yu was speaking, he reached for another clean fork to cut a piece for her, but suddenly realized...

There's only one fork!

And the only one was used by himself.

He paused, frozen in place, utterly embarrassed.

What should we do?

Sakamoto Yu felt a pang of anxiety. Such an expensive cake, and they didn't even include a fork? That was so stingy.

But what happened next completely stunned him.

Miho Nakayama didn't care at all. She took the fork, cut off a piece of cake, and put it in her mouth without the slightest disgust.

The soft cake is wrapped in a rich and non-greasy light cream that melts in your mouth. The milky aroma mixed with a light sweetness spreads on your tongue, making it mild, refreshing, and not at all cloying.

The release of dopamine brings a brief moment of pleasure.

The bad mood that had accumulated due to filming dissipated most of it without me even realizing it.

Miho Nakayama gave a soft "Mmm~", her eyes lit up, she cut another piece, and nodded in agreement to Yu Sakamoto:

"It's really delicious!"

She seemed completely unaware that there was anything wrong with her behavior.

This scene left both Sakamoto Yu and his manager completely stunned.

Sakamoto Yu snapped out of his daze and coughed lightly.

"...Um, the fork..."

Miho Nakayama looked up, glanced at the fork in her hand, and then at him.

"What's wrong?"

She hadn't reacted yet.

Sakamoto Yu opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words "We used the same weapon" that were about to come out.

"...It's nothing. The cake was really delicious."

"By the way, you haven't answered my question yet."

Miho Nakayama ate her cake, her eyes clear and bright. She clearly saw through his intentions, but she didn't expose him.

"Did the director send you?"

Her voice remained clear and cool, but the ending had a touch of lightness and charm.

Upon hearing this, Sakamoto Yu said with a hint of helplessness: "Why can't you let go?"

"Yes, the director sent me."

He nodded helplessly, "But it's not just the director, I'm also a little worried about you. After all, you and I are very similar, we both tend to overthink things."

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Miho Nakayama's eyes, but when she heard the second half of the sentence, her eyes lit up instantly.

"Are our personalities very similar?"

"Um."

Sakamoto Yu nodded slightly, his tone calm.

"They are the kind of people who don't speak their minds and prefer to bear everything on their own."

He didn't look at her when he said this; it was more like he was talking to himself.

Miho Nakayama paused for a moment, then gently rubbed her fingers on the fork.

She did not refute it.

Sakamoto Yu glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "They're all pretty stubborn."

Miho Nakayama frowned slightly: "I'm not stubborn at all."

"Oh? Who was it that kept asking that? Did the director send me?"

She opened her mouth, wanting to argue, but realizing she had indeed asked twice, she could only whisper:

"...That's because you didn't answer clearly."

Sakamoto glanced at the clock in the dressing room. "The director only gave us five minutes. Let's talk about this another day."

He picked up the script from the table and turned to the page where he had just made a mistake:

"Let's talk about this scene first. Where do you think it got stuck?"

Miho Nakayama looked at him, opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed the words that were about to come out, and shook her head nonchalantly:

"No."

"Hmm?" Sakamoto Yu held the script and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"You're still going to see Goto-san, right? The director probably didn't just send you to see me."

Sakamoto Yu raised an eyebrow; this girl was quite perceptive.

"Go ahead, I'll be out when it's time."

Sakamoto Yu felt relieved and, without thinking much, put down the script and stood up.

As he stood up, he instinctively reached out to pat her shoulder, but stopped abruptly as soon as he raised his hand.

This behavior is clearly a bit overstepping the line.

The agent standing to the side had a face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Sakamoto Yu reluctantly withdrew his hand, but unexpectedly, Nakayama Miho raised her hand and slapped it back.

"Snap!" The sound broke his awkward silence.

Sakamoto Yu paused for a moment, a smile flashing across his face.

Seeing that time was running out, he turned and walked out, casually tossing out a sentence:

"Nakayama-san is the best!"

As he reached the door, he turned around, his earlier flippancy gone, and looked at her intently.

"Don't be discouraged, cheer up! You can't give up here. Keep going!"

He smiled after saying that and gently closed the door.

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away until they disappeared.

Miho Nakayama stared at the doorway, slightly taken aback.

Suddenly hearing a noise beside her, she turned her head and saw her manager rummaging through something.

"What's wrong?"

The agent's face darkened. "Find the invoice from this cake shop."

"bill?"

"There's a phone number upstairs; I want to file a complaint."

He looked up angrily, "How can they only provide a fork! That's so irresponsible!"

Miho Nakayama's heart skipped a beat, her gaze falling on the fork in her hand, and she remained silent for a long time.