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

It was completely dark when Sakamoto Yu came out of Sharp's photography studio.

Hitomi Ono was waiting in the car.

The third place is Yoshinoya, a photography studio in Shinjuku, about a half-hour drive away.

When Sakamoto Yu got on the bus, he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

"Are you tired?" Hitomi Ono asked.

"Not bad." Sakamoto Yu let out a breath. "Should we go back for reshoots or...?"

Hitomi Ono glanced at the notebook.

"Yoshinoya has already been booked," she said. "I just spoke with the production team. You'll probably have to slow down the filming of GG as much as possible. Nakayama and Goto can only squeeze out fifty minutes each."

Sakamoto Yu shifted to a more comfortable position.

Her head was resting on the seat headrest, revealing her slender neck.

He took another breath and nodded silently.

Close your eyes and take a good rest.

It was exactly seven o'clock when we arrived in Shinjuku.

The photography studio in Shinjuku is small, hidden on the fifth floor of a gray building.

The elevator was old-fashioned, and the doors were folding iron bars that were difficult to open and close.

There was a cotton smell in the studio; the curtains used for the backdrop were newly made, and the smell of washing hadn't dissipated yet.

The smell of hairspray, the chemical scent of aerosol, and the smell of beef rice mingled together in the hallway in the dressing room, which was a bit strange.

The lights were warmer than the two lights used during the day; the light was yellowish, with a color temperature of about 3200K, like a household light bulb in the evening.

Yoshinoya's GG is all about "homey feeling".

The set was simple: a dark brown wooden table, two chairs, and two bowls of steaming beef rice on the table.

Sakamoto Yu went to the dressing room first.

The makeup artist touched up his makeup; he'd already had it done twice today, and his skin was a bit dry.

Hitomi Ono handed over a script from the side. Actually, there was no need to read it; the content was very simple: eating, smiling, and looking up.

While changing clothes, Hitomi Ono handed over Yoshinoya's clothes: a white T-shirt, a dark jacket, and an apron.

Sakamoto Yu took it and went to the changing room.

When she came out, Hitomi Ono was organizing her toolbox.

She looked up.

The collarbone was slightly visible at the neckline of the white T-shirt.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and the lines of the forearms were clearly visible under the light.

After a long day, her face showed signs of fatigue, but the contours of her features were even clearer.

A refined look in the morning is achieved through dressing up, while a beautiful look at night comes from within.

Ono Hitomi paused for a moment, then lowered her head and continued organizing her toolbox.

Sakamoto noticed her expression and deliberately raised an eyebrow:

"Your boss is pretty handsome, isn't he?" he joked, a rare occurrence for him, with a smug look on his face.

"Yeah, he's handsome." Ono Hitomi rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "Go on, boss, hurry up." She then made a wrist-tapping gesture, indicating that she should hurry.

Yoshinoya's male partner needs a female model.

The story revolves around a young couple eating beef bowls at Yoshinoya, a simple and heartwarming experience.

The female model's name is Kazama Mai. She is in her early twenties, has long hair, and striking features.

She clearly had a good figure, wearing a light purple V-neck chiffon blouse, and when she bent over, you could see her obvious white cleavage.

It's not excessive, just right, subtly visible.

It's obviously a bit of a scheme.

It's easy to imagine that after GG aired, her image would be easily memorable.

She arrived earlier than Sakamoto Yu, and had already done her makeup and changed her clothes. When Sakamoto Yu walked over, Kazama Mai was talking to the photographer.

When she turned her head, her gaze met his face.

She paused, her gaze fixed for a moment, lost in thought for a fleeting instant, before quickly regaining her composure.

But from then on, her gaze remained fixed on Sakamoto Yu's face, her actions bold and undisguised.

"Sakamoto-san?" She smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Please take care of me." Sakamoto Yu nodded, his tone indifferent.

The director sat down behind the monitor, the lights were in place, and the cameraman adjusted his position.

As instructed, Sakamoto Yu and Kazama Mai sat facing each other, looking towards the director and waiting for the signal.

As soon as Sakamoto Yu sat down, he felt the other person's direct gaze.

He didn't pay much attention; perhaps the other person was just getting into the zone.

"Ready, 3, 2, 1, Go!"

Sakamoto Yu's expression changed; the corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes were filled with laughter.

He pushed a bowl of beef rice in front of her, and she took it with a smile.

The movements are natural, this shot is usable.

The director yelled "Cut!" and then said, "Okay, next group."

The second scene: The two are sitting side by side. Sakamoto Yu turns his head to look at her, while she eats with her head down and a smile on her lips.

When Sakamoto Yu turned his head to the side, his expression was very calm, the kind of natural state of "I feel very relaxed when I'm with you".

As Kazama Mai lowered her head to eat, she glanced upwards.

Sakamoto Yu once again felt that undisguised gaze.

The director didn't yell "cut," and the take was already done.

The third group: Sakamoto took a bite of rice, then looked up at the camera and gave a "delicious" expression.

Sakamoto Yu picked up a piece of beef rice with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, then looked up at the camera. There was a little sauce on the corner of his mouth. He pursed his lips naturally, and after tasting it, his eyes narrowed, revealing a "delicious" look.

After the first round of filming, we took a ten-minute break.

Sakamoto Yu was drinking water in the rest area when Ono Hitomi handed him a towel.

Mai Kazama walked over, holding a bottle of mineral water in her hand.

"Sakamoto-san, have you been filming all day?" she asked.

"Yes," Sakamoto Yu replied.

"Aren't you tired?"

"good."

Kazama Mai smiled and moved a little closer.

Ono Hitomi noticed that her body was leaning slightly towards Sakamoto Yu, and her eyes looked a little different.

"Does Sakamoto-san go drinking after filming?" Kazama Mai asked. "I know a good one in Shinjuku, it's quiet and you won't get photographed there."

As she spoke, her body was already very close to Sakamoto.

She cleverly used her body to block him, stuffed the piece of paper in her hand into Sakamoto Yu's pocket, and even gently squeezed it.

Sakamoto Yu sensed the other person's movement, but his expression didn't change much.

He glanced at Kazama Mai, shook his head, and said, "I don't go to these places often."

Kazama Mai wasn't deterred by this answer and smiled, "Then if there's a chance next time, we can go together."

She winked at him as she spoke, creating a subtle atmosphere.

"We'll see," Sakamoto Yu smiled.

After Kazama Mai walked away, Sakamoto Yu took out the paper that she had stuffed into his pocket, unfolded it and glanced at it in front of Ono Hitomi, then crumpled it up and threw it into the wastebasket.

It has to be said that the atmosphere in the modeling industry remains the same as always; if you see something you like, just ask.

Ono Hitomi wisely kept quiet and did her work in silence.

Soon the next group will begin.

Half an hour later, the last shot was filmed, and the director yelled "OK." The crew began packing up the equipment.

Sakamoto Yu went to the changing room to change back into his clothes.

When he came out, Kazama Mai was standing in the corridor, as if she had been waiting for him.

"Sakamoto-san," she called out to him.

Sakamoto Yu turned around.

Kazama Mai took a step closer, her voice low: "It was a pleasure working together today. How about we grab a drink? I know a place nearby..."

Her eyes were very direct; the meaning was already quite clear.

Sakamoto looked into her eyes and paused for a second.

Then she gently shook her head, a polite smile playing on her lips: "It's too late today, I have work to do tomorrow."

He did not explain further.

Mai Kazama paused for a moment—she was probably rarely rejected.

Then she smiled and said, "Maybe next time."

Sakamoto Yu smiled politely in return and remained silent.

At the other end of the corridor, Hitomi Ono was waiting.

Seeing Kazama Mai's expression and the way Sakamoto walked over, she already understood what had happened.

He handed her the coat and said quietly, "Thank you for your hard work. The car is outside."

The two people walked out of the photography studio.

The night wind was cold, so Sakamoto zipped his jacket all the way up.

As the car drove out of Shinjuku, Sakamoto leaned back in the back seat with his eyes closed.

Ono Hitomi didn't say anything more. Just as she was about to get into the car, her work phone suddenly rang. She glanced down and saw it was Watanabe's pager. She told Sakamoto Yu and hurriedly ran to the film set to borrow a phone to call back.

A moment later, the carriage door was opened, and she stepped in, bringing with her the cold air from outside.

Sakamoto opened his eyes and looked at her.

The dim light inside the car shone on Hitomi Ono's face, making her look excited.

"What's wrong?" Sakamoto asked.

Hitomi Ono took a deep breath and then said:

"The agency informed us that the payments from the three production companies have been transferred to their accounts."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Ten million, after tax. I can sign the papers and collect the money when I get back."

Upon hearing the accurate number, Sakamoto Yu was jolted awake, and the fatigue of the day vanished instantly.

What could be more inspiring than money?

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, then he smiled.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile that she couldn't suppress.

I ran for almost sixteen hours today.

But it's worth it.

"Let's go." His voice was a little lower than usual.

Sakamoto Yu leaned back in the back seat, suppressing his joy, and closed his eyes.

The work for tonight isn't finished yet.