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

Behind the backdrop, three production assistants were squatting in a corner, holding boxed lunches.

The two young people were not very old, around twenty years old.

A middle-aged man with a stubble beard and calm eyes.

One of the young men took a bite of the pork chop and casually remarked, "As expected, idols still can't act well."

"When working with Sakamoto-san, the filming was incredibly efficient; you can tell from her solo scenes." The man raised an eyebrow. "We had eight takes."

"There's nothing we can do; he's our idol!"

The other young man nodded silently, seemingly harboring resentment for a long time.

"If you're going to sing, just sing properly. Why do you have to act? You were late for dinner again today!"

The old stagehand, who was some distance away from the two young men, ate in silence, showing no intention of joining in.

He ate extremely quickly, clearly starving. He wolfed down the last mouthful of rice, put down his lunchbox, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, exhaled a puff of smoke, then casually turned his head, glanced at the two young men, shook his head helplessly, and said indifferently:

"Keep your voices down. You've been here for so long and you still don't know the rules. Be careful you don't get kicked out."

Separated by a wall, Miho Nakayama listened silently, her head lowered and her lips pressed tightly together.

Since filming got on track, Miho Nakayama has inevitably had to act alongside other people.

The previous drawbacks gradually became apparent.

Without Sakamoto Yu's cooperation, her skills were greatly reduced, and she would often get stuck.

Endo had to cut down on rest time to rush the filming.

The workload has suddenly increased, but the rest time is getting less and less.

Over time, some staff members inevitably develop complaints.

After hearing what was said from the other side of the wall, she was about to walk away when she suddenly stopped.

Her foot, which had been lifted slightly, suddenly slammed down, the low-heeled shoes making a crisp sound as they hit the ground.

Sure enough, the discussions suddenly stopped.

Then came a burst of noise.

The sound of lunchboxes clattering came from behind the wall, along with hurried footsteps and the rustling of tables and chairs being moved. Without even looking, it was clear that they were clutching their unfinished lunchboxes and hurriedly getting up to hide.

Miho Nakayama's shoulders were tense as she stared coldly at the wall.

Once it was completely quiet, she snorted and looked away.

She left the spot with heavy steps.

She had a stern face, her lips pressed into a straight line, and her eyes lacked their usual vibrancy.

After walking for a while, she stopped, leaned against the wall, and stared blankly at a crack in the ceiling.

Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice.

His eyes flickered, and he looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Sakamotoya Rest Area.

"How did I get here?" she asked in a flat tone, without much emotion.

The door was left a crack, from which white light spilled out, and the voices of Sakamoto Yu and Goto Kumiko could be faintly heard.

"Inner monologues cannot be rushed, but they can be packaged through dialogue."

If you can't express a character's emotions, perhaps you can try focusing on the dialogue. The rhythm and emphasis of the language can convey the character's inner feelings.

Sakamoto Yu's voice was gentle and patient, meticulously breaking down the rhythm of the lines, one by one.

Miho Nakayama remained motionless against the wall, like a shadow.

That's great, acting together gives us great chemistry.

Why didn't you come to teach me just now?

They said I was cool and brave, but it was all a lie...

Her eyes gradually dimmed, and she turned her head away, but her feet lingered there.

The words inside floated out one after another, but her eyes were somewhat unfocused, her gaze fixed on the ground, unfocused, clearly not taking it to heart.

She leaned against the wall quietly, letting Sakamoto Yu's gentle voice envelop her.

After standing for a while, Miho Nakayama subtly moved her ankles while switching feet.

But then, the room suddenly went silent.

The chair made a rubbing sound, and the next second there was a "click" as the door was pushed open.

Miho Nakayama's body jolted, and she instinctively tried to stand up straight.

Goto, clutching the script, still looking at the people in the room, said, "So next time, I'll try..."

Sakamoto Yu followed behind, nodding.

He made sounds of agreement, such as "hmm" and "ah".

As soon as Sakamoto Yu stepped out of the door, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw Nakayama Miho standing there all alone.

"Um?"

Goto saw Sakamoto's actions and followed suit.

Her body trembled with fright, her chest heaving rapidly. Upon recognizing the person, she reached up to touch her chest, her brow furrowed.

"How old are you to still be scaring people? How childish!"

Sakamoto Yu glanced at Nakayama Miho's face, his gaze finally settling on her eyes.

"You should go back now. You have another scene to film this afternoon, so take some time to rest."

Sakamoto Yu turned to Goto and whispered.

Goto muttered an "Oh" in a low voice.

She paused, and finally couldn't help but frown and glance at Zhongshan.

What's wrong with this person today? He's usually quite cheerful.

Without delving further, Goto withdrew his gaze and politely bowed to Sakamoto, saying, "Thank you for your guidance."

Then, holding the script, she looked back at the two of them every three steps until their figures turned the corner and disappeared.

Sakamoto Yu turned around and looked at Zhongshan.

He tilted his head slightly towards the door, waiting for her response.

Miho Nakayama glanced at it, then turned her head to look elsewhere.

He leaned back against the wall, in the same posture as she had just done.

"Being angry won't help you."

"I have indeed heard some gossip," he said, nodding.

"I thought you didn't care about these things, but it seems I was wrong..."

Before she could finish speaking, a fragrant breeze wafted by, and she quickly walked into the lounge.

Sakamoto Yu gently curled the corners of his lips, grasped the doorknob, and quietly closed the door.

After entering the room, he pulled out a chair and gestured for us to enter.

Then, he pulled a bottle of water from a cardboard box on the ground, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

He pulled up a chair for himself, sat down, and waited patiently for Miho Nakayama to speak.

Miho Nakayama sat down heavily, head down, unwilling to speak.

Silence enveloped the two of them.

"Those people say I'm not singing good songs, but instead I'm acting."

"You said I can only act well because of you; I can't act alone."

Zhongshan's tone became more erratic, and his voice grew louder and louder.

"I don't care, who cares what they say!"

Miho Nakayama's voice gradually tightened, her hands gripping the edge of the chair tightly. She raised her head, her gaze fixed directly into Yu Sakamoto's eyes.

"You must be happy to hear that my acting is not as good as yours."

"When acting with me, they deliberately made it easy for me to act smoothly. They deliberately made me feel like I was in a good state. They deliberately made me..."

"You make me feel like I can't live without you."

Sakamoto looked at her and remained silent for three seconds.

Then he said something that made her even angrier:

"So...you think you can't do without me?"

That's not what I meant!

"I mean...you...you person..."

She couldn't continue.

"Mulberry of Zhongshan".

"what?"

"If I did anything to make you uncomfortable, I apologize."

His tone was calm and sincere, "But when I'm acting with you, I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do. It's an actor's duty to make their performance smooth."

He paused.

"If you feel that 'we can't do without me,' it's probably because the other actors haven't done their 'duty'."

Miho Nakayama was stunned.

What he said... seems to make sense.

But why did she get even angrier?

"you……"

"Um?"

Sakamoto Yu simply looked at her, and a consensus emerged in both of their minds: some things are too clear to be pointed out in a hurry.

Miho Nakayama's face visibly turned red, and she quickly averted her gaze, her panic evident in her eyes.

Sakamoto Yu touched the corner of his lips with his fingertips, and a faint smile finally appeared in his eyes.

A mist rose in Zhongshan's eyes.

She clearly cared.

"...You're really annoying."

She stood up abruptly, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

Her movements were stiff, her footsteps heavy and light, and she turned and walked away.

With a "bang," the door was forcefully opened, and due to inertia, it hit the door frame and bounced away.

This kind of hypocrisy is indeed quite interesting.