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

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, each with its own hidden agenda, Sakamoto Yu's face remained calm and composed, as steady as a rock.

"What a coincidence, everyone's gathered here rehearsing their lines?"

"OK."

Sakamoto Yu nodded slightly and casually said to Kudo Shizuka, "Wait for me a moment."

After speaking, he slowly stood up, rummaged through the pile of clutter to find his script, and looked down at Kumiko Goto.

She quickly shook her head and gestured "please" with her hand.

"Mr. Zhongshan, you can rehearse first. I'm not in a hurry."

She took two steps back, pulled over a chair, and sat down.

Just as she was about to cross her legs, she noticed that others were present, so she quietly put them down, changed to a more comfortable position, and sat quietly to the side to observe.

Sakamoto Yu rolled his eyes at her helplessly, shook his head slightly, and turned to look at Nakayama Miho: "Come on."

As he spoke, he walked over to the cake and pointed at it.

Seeing that Zhongshan nodded in agreement, he then opened it.

Inside the box was a small triangular cake, accompanied by a small fork.

Exactly the same as last time.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, looking both amused and exasperated.

I remember the last time in the lounge in Zhongshan, there was a fork like this. He used it, and she used the same fork afterward.

"What's wrong with this shop? They only give you a fork," he muttered under his breath.

Miho Nakayama's breath hitched. She hurriedly looked away, staring down at the ground, her ears burning.

Oh no, he figured it out...

Why did he just say it out loud?!

Kudo Shizuka had been watching Sakamoto Yu's every move, so she naturally saw this whole scene.

She felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

She frowned and turned to look at Kumiko Goto, who was watching the scene unfold.

Just as Goto quietly relaxed, he was suddenly locked onto by a gaze. When he looked up, he met Kudo Shizuka's eyes.

The moment their eyes met, her back instantly straightened.

Faced with Kudo's probing gaze, Goto quickly shook his head and then quietly shrugged, indicating that he knew nothing about it.

Kudo Shizuka looked at her for a few seconds, making sure she knew nothing, before looking away.

Goto breathed a sigh of relief, quietly shifted his body, and even considered simply slipping away.

But just as the thought crossed his mind, that sharp gaze swept over him again.

She immediately sat up straight, her eyes darting around, not daring to meet her gaze at all.

Kudo didn't make things difficult for her anymore, and his gaze returned to Miho Nakayama, observing her quietly for a moment.

The next second, she suddenly stood up, walked around behind Sakamoto Yu, and deliberately got very close.

When Sakamoto Yu raised his elbow, he accidentally touched her, instantly feeling a soft touch.

Kudo Shizuka didn't seem to care at all, and even moved a little closer.

She looked at the cake with great interest, leaned forward, and whispered to Miho Nakayama:

"Wow, this looks delicious! Can I try some?"

Upon hearing this, Miho Nakayama forced a polite smile and said, "Yes, of course."

She glanced down at the distance between Kudo and Sakamoto, mustered her courage, took a big step forward, and moved closer to Sakamoto.

In an instant, the scent of the two women filled Sakamoto Yu's nostrils.

Kudo Shizuka is like a refreshing shampoo, the soapy scent mixed with her natural body fragrance, beneath which lies a captivating allure that only he can glimpse.

The flavor of Zhongshan is more like a clear spring in winter; beneath its coolness lies a hidden tenderness and languor, a more mature flavor.

Despite Kudo and Nakayama getting close, his face showed no sign of panic or confusion, and his movements were completely normal.

He continued unpacking the cake box.

The occasional soft touch of my elbow was neither something I deliberately avoided nor something I intentionally welcomed.

Kumiko Goto sat in a chair, leaning slightly to the side, and couldn't help but smile as she watched them compete.

Once, twice, three times.

Kudo Shizuka's cheeks grew increasingly red, and Nakayama Miho's breathing became somewhat unsteady.

Finally, the two of them took half a step back almost simultaneously.

Sakamoto Yu's elbow missed its mark. He looked up, glanced to the left, then to the right, a blank expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Shizuka Kudo was the first to come to her senses, tossing her hair back and saying, "It's nothing, are you still going to eat the cake?"

Miho Nakayama didn't say anything, her ears were still red, and she silently took half a step to the side.

Sakamoto Yu gave the two of them a strange look and shook his head helplessly.

Sakamoto Yu opened the cake box and took out the only fork.

He glanced down at the cake, then at the only fork.

Both women's eyes fell on his hand at the same time.

Goto also quietly sat up straight.

Sakamoto Yu lowered his head and tapped his fingers on the table.

The three people's eyes were instantly drawn to him.

After thinking for half a second, Sakamoto Yu took a fork and cut off a third of the cake, then looked up at the two of them:

"I'll wash my hands and eat with my hands. You guys can use forks, as long as you don't touch your mouths."

Kudo Shizuka couldn't help but glare at Sakamoto Yuu from the side and let out a soft snort.

Miho Nakayama looked down at the cut-off cake, lost in thought.

Kumiko Goto's lips twitched slightly, she clicked her tongue softly, her shoulders slumped, and she had a "that's it?" look on her face.

Sakamoto Yu glanced at Goto, a mischievous glint in his eyes, giving her a half-smile.

He suddenly grabbed a fork, went up to her, and shoved it into her hand: "Hey, there's a free fork. Cut it yourself if you want to eat."

Kumiko Goto's expression froze, her mind went blank, and she was completely stunned.

After stopping, Sakamoto Yu turned and headed towards the restroom in the lounge before the others could react.

But the moment he entered, he arrogantly raised an eyebrow at Goto.

Kudo Shizuka was also stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

She could tell that Goto and Sakamoto were close friends, and although she had feelings for them, they posed less of a threat than Nakayama.

Miho Nakayama also smiled, her lips pressed tightly together, and glanced at Goto's discomfiture.

Finally, somewhat amused and exasperated, he turned around, head down, shoulders shrugging.

A moment later, the sound of water stopped, and he came out wiping his hands, his fingertips still slightly damp.

He casually snatched the script from Miho Nakayama's hand, flipped it with his fingertips, and stopped precisely on a page with a carefully folded corner.

"Right, this one?"

Miho Nakayama was startled, then her expression changed drastically. She instinctively tried to snatch it, but it was too late.

Sakamoto Yu's gaze fell on the script lines, and his movements paused slightly.

That was a rather ambiguous scene.

There were no overly intimate actions; she simply smiled and asked him to close his eyes. After he obediently closed his eyes, she quietly turned and left, leaving him alone in the same spot.

The pink atmosphere throughout the entire play was almost overflowing.

Just as Sakamoto Yu was about to speak up to make amends, he saw the gazes of Kudo Shizuka and Goto Kumiko.

Sakamoto Yu stood there, closing his eyes in despair.

Forget it, let's just destroy it.