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

The car steadily drove downhill towards the bend.

Sakamoto Yu calmed down and unconsciously entered a state of oneness with the vehicle.

With both hands firmly on the steering wheel, his eyes were already locked on the exit point of the curve.

At the moment centrifugal force appears, the upper body tilts due to inertia.

At this point, the car's speed had reached 35 km/h.

Ahead lies a classic hairpin bend on the mountain road, with an extremely large turning angle of nearly 120 degrees. The road surface is narrow and cramped, leaving very little room for error.

Someone by the shed, watching the car's speed, breathed a slight sigh of relief and muttered to themselves:

"Is this speed alright? It's not fast, we should be able to turn around without any problems."

The experienced production assistant, who knew the mountain roads and had been following the filming vehicles for years, immediately frowned, shook his head, and retorted in a low voice:

"Normally, there's no problem with a curve, but this is a sharp hairpin bend of nearly 120 degrees. The mountain road is narrow, the surface is wet and slippery with water spray, and there's also a crosswind."

"A typical experienced driver would have slammed on the brakes and slowed to below 20 mph, inching forward slowly. Who would dare to cut into a corner at 35 mph?"

With just these few simple words of explanation, those around him instantly understood the danger involved.

The staff members watching instantly changed their expressions.

The middle-aged man and Director Nakagawa turned around, their eyes fixed on the car.

Ono Hitomi's heart jumped into her throat, and she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, fearing that something might go wrong.

The car was right next to a cliff; it wasn't very high, but if it overturned...

"Get ready to contact the medical team." Nakagawa had already instructed his assistant.

The middle-aged man realized what was happening and waved for people to get in his car and wait, promising to go out and provide assistance as soon as possible.

Inside the driver's seat, Sakamoto Yu could feel the "rustling" sound of the tires rolling over the wet asphalt.

The car body leans slightly forward, and the rear end is poised like a cat.

Outside, a group of people watched with bated breath, but inside the car, Sakamoto Yu remained calm and composed, as if he were idling and taking a leisurely stroll.

His fingertips sensed the rebound feedback from the steering wheel, and his right heel lightly touched the accelerator.

Five meters from the apex of the bend, quickly turn the steering wheel all the way to the right, to its limit, then back off slightly by half an inch to prevent the front wheels from locking up.

The car body tilts to the side, and the rear wheels swing outward, forming a beautiful rear-end sliding arc.

In less than half a second, the car had already rounded the corner. Sakamoto Yu immediately lightly controlled the accelerator with his right foot, keeping the engine speed steadily within the optimal power range, maintaining it between 2500 and 2700 rpm.

The rear wheels began to drag and slide, creating a controllable fishtailing trajectory at the rear of the car.

The car body, like a snake, perfectly conforms to the curvature of the curve.

The next second, the car exited the corner, and the right foot floored the accelerator in one go.

With a slight press of the accelerator, the turbocharger kicks in fully, unleashing a surge of latent power. The T3 turbocharger is at full throttle, releasing 200 horsepower instantly!

Sakamoto Yu's technique was swift and precise, completing the upshift in an instant. The upshift was completed within 0.8 seconds, the clutch released, and the car surged forward, its speed increasing dramatically along the mountain road.

The rear wheels regained traction, and the speed soared from 25km/h to 60km/h in 1.5 seconds, bursting out of the curve and heading straight for the next bend.

Accelerator, gog, gog!

The engine's low growl suddenly surged, exploding from a deep "whoosh" into a deafening "boom!!!"

The violent shockwaves crashed against the mountain walls, echoing back and forth like a dragon's roar.

Seeing Sakamoto Yu smoothly exit the bend, everyone's long-suppressed emotions were instantly released, and they couldn't help but raise their hands and cheer.

"oh!!"

"Wow, that's amazing!!"

"Wow, he really knows how!?"

At that moment, the Fairlady Z31 Turbo sped through the mountains like a black phantom.

Every turn, slide, exit, and acceleration was fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation. The entire sequence of maneuvers—clamping into a corner at 35 mph, turbo bursting with acceleration, and controlled rear-end slide—was executed in one smooth motion.

Cheers erupted from the crowd.

Ninety-eight percent of the crew were men, and watching this thrilling turn was incredibly satisfying.

The staff who had been secretly worried and had doubts were now completely convinced.

Every time Sakamoto Yu revved the engine, it would elicit cheers and gasps of amazement.

"You can't believe he's so young; his car handling is incredibly skilled!"

"I'm completely convinced! This is a true master!"

Director Nakagawa stared blankly at the departing car, his eyes filled with disbelief, which then turned into deep admiration.

What else can be said?

If it were someone from Johnny's Entertainment, they'd probably be struggling to find stunt drivers right now.

Although Nakagawa's initial design was based on Higashiyama Noriyuki, the most suitable person was Sakamoto Yu.

Nakagawa couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Nagai was naturally thrilled. He had chosen the person, saved money, and even slapped Nakagawa in the face. How could he not be happy?

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth almost curled up, but he quickly suppressed it after realizing what he was doing.

If Sakamoto Yu hadn't been still in the car, he would have been tempted to walk over and show off his good taste in front of everyone.

Of course, anyone who can sit in this position is a shrewd and capable person.

Nagai immediately suppressed the smugness on his face.

He coughed lightly, regaining his composure, and turned to Nakagawa, saying:

"Since Sakamoto-san is capable of being a driver, then please take good care of the filming, Nakagawa-san. I'll be going now."

With that, Nagai turned and left with his hands behind his back. He didn't look at Nakagawa's expression to avoid provoking him, and at the same time, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but show that hint of smugness.

Hitomi Ono stood in the crowd, her small hands still tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her heart still pounding wildly.

I was on tenterhooks the whole time, afraid that a single mistake would cause an accident. Only when I saw the car steadily exiting the curve and accelerating rapidly did my heart finally settle down.

She gazed at the car weaving nimbly down the mountain road, her eyes unconsciously filled with admiration, and her cheeks flushed slightly with excitement.

"boom--"

Fairlady Z31 Turbo returns via the mountain road.

As it slowly came to a stop, the engine sound gradually dropped from a high-pitched roar to a low, whirring "whoosh."

It makes a regular "ticking" sound when idling.

It was like a wild beast calming its breath.

Once the car had come to a complete stop, Sakamoto Yu opened the door and got out.

A group of staff members immediately gathered around, their eyes filled with admiration, and their faces showing undisguised amazement and respect.

The way they looked at him was as if they were looking at a top expert who was keeping his skills hidden.

After all, no one could have imagined that an actor would have such amazing driving skills.

"Alright, everyone disperse. Get back to work, we still have filming to do!"

The assistant director squeezed into the crowd, raised his hand, and shouted.

This is ultimately a film set, and people are just there for the fun of it.

Sakamoto Yu glanced around but didn't see the middle-aged man in the suit.

At that moment, Director Nakagawa was walking towards him.

He first looked Sakamoto Yu up and down, then beckoned to him, "Come here, let me tell you about the filming later."

Sakamoto Yu didn't notice any change in his tone, but compared to his initial indifference, his current initiative to talk about the play was a good sign.

Without delay, Sakamoto Yu went over immediately, still keeping a humble attitude and listening attentively.