Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku.

Beauty treatments don't show immediate results, but they're still more convenient than doing it yourself.

As someone touched his face, Sato was constantly processing the events in his mind.

And so evening came.

After saying goodbye to the overly enthusiastic shop assistant, at Sato's suggestion, the two found a family-run restaurant.

Since the two of them already have money, at least they don't have to worry about going bankrupt from eating out.

Of course, the restaurant wasn't very luxurious; it was just an ordinary family restaurant.

"The premiere is in two weeks, right?"

"Yes."

The premiere that Ogawa was referring to was the first premiere he filmed after arriving here.

Two months have passed before we knew it.

The seeds I planted earlier are about to grow.

It's uncertain whether the harvest will be fruitful or bitter, but in any case, he will eventually have to face that moment.

Rather than being nervous, he was more looking forward to that moment.

After all, he was quite confident in his performance at the time.

Of course, he won't be discouraged if he doesn't perform well; he just needs to adjust himself to the level that the audience likes.

After all, he still has a future.

"Um."

Looking at Sato's calm expression, Ogawa felt that he understood the other person less and less.

"Would you like me to take you home?"

Seeing that it was almost time, Xiaochuan changed the subject.

Xiao Chuan didn't drink because he was driving, and the two of them just ate a little something.

Of course, Sato suspected that even if the other person wasn't driving, they wouldn't be drinking.

The events of the past are still vivid in my mind.

"No need, it's very close to the tram stop."

"Um."

Ogawa responded and continued.

"Do you want me to keep an eye out for houses nearby? It's too much trouble to walk around like this; it'll take you half an hour just to get around."

After speaking, Sato pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"We can keep an eye on it for now, but we don't need to do it right now. Let's stabilize things first."

"That's true, you also need to cut budgets on your end."

Ogawa's lips twitched slightly.

Toei is cutting back on funding, which also cuts Sato's and her sources of income. It's estimated that there will be even less revenue sharing and bonuses later on.

It's not easy to move now, which is a pity.

"So what? Aren't you leaving?"

Ogawa asked.

"I'm here watching people."

"Judging people?"

Ogawa glanced around suspiciously.

It's a family restaurant after all, and the people there all seem to be ordinary people.

She was considered very attractive among them.

I don't know what the other person is looking at.

"Who are you looking at?"

Ogawa asked warily.

"Ordinary people improve their acting skills through observation."

The so-called improvement of acting skills is to observe the appearance of other people in this family restaurant.

The subtle changes in facial expressions amidst laughter, anger, and scathing remarks.

Even if you have flexible facial muscles, you still need a template to perform.

This is a place full of ordinary people, but it's also a treasure trove of material.

If you're going to act in urban dramas or other types of shows, the standard and the target audience are all ordinary people.

Acting skills must resonate with the audience; this is the most basic requirement.

Moreover, as an outsider, it will only be more difficult for him to portray a person from this era well.

Therefore, a great deal of observation is naturally required.

It's never a bad thing to take more looks.

"That's why you suggested coming over."

Ogawa hadn't expected Sato to have such a clever idea.

"Where did you learn that?"

Ogawa asked curiously.

She hasn't been an agent for long, so she really didn't know that acting skills could be learned this way.

Of course, she herself had no formal acting training.

But Sato, like many others, probably didn't receive any formal training, right?

"Read a book."

Actually, it was taught by the teacher before I came here.

According to what my school teachers said, being an actor is actually quite similar to what a painter does.

However, painters create art through painting, while artists perform art.

Thinking of his teacher's words, Sato gave a bitter smile to himself.

Art...

Why didn't I fail the exam back then?

But that's not right either; if I hadn't failed the exam, my situation would probably be even more difficult now.

"Want to read a book...?"

Unaware of the complex emotions Sato was experiencing, Ogawa sighed in response.

The boy really worked hard, studying and exercising.

It seems that the boy has undergone a huge change since a month ago.

If you compare the current boy with the boy from before, she wouldn't recognize him.

"Then I'll be going now, and I'll settle your bill for you while I'm at it."

Although it's unclear how effective it will be, Xiaochuan, as the agent, still supports the other party.

"Thanks."

Watching Ogawa leave, Sato stirred his coffee cup again.

After lying down for an afternoon, I felt somewhat refreshed from the day's exertion.

Suppressing those random thoughts, the boy's gaze quickly turned serious.

Time passed by, second by second, in Sato's observation.

As it grew late and the last train was approaching, Sato jotted down his day's takeaways in his notebook, politely declined the shop assistant's invitation, and quietly left.

There seemed to be quite a few pedestrians on the street, but there were many izakayas along the way, so most of them were white-collar and blue-collar workers who were drunk and planning to take the last bus home.

Although everyone has different jobs, without exception, they all have a serious, working-class look on their faces.

It's quite different from the scene in the family restaurant we just saw.

Although the people in the family restaurant also looked very professional, most of them were eating with their families and seemed much more composed.

"fortunately."

Sato carefully observed each passerby before him and sighed inwardly.

If he hadn't awakened his cheat ability, and if he hadn't already had some acting skills, he might have become one of them by now.

I sneak off work, grumble at my boss, and then go to an izakaya to chat and joke with my friends after work.

Although it seems carefree and stable, it's not the path he wants to take; he's already traveled through time.

Of course, that's not entirely true. After all, when he first came here, he was a white-collar worker without education and a blue-collar worker without strength. It would have been difficult for him to become one of them.

Now, with his improved position and abilities, joining them is easy for him, but his ambitions are even greater.

In short, once you get an opportunity, you should keep moving forward.

Although life still has many troubles, at least he is constantly moving forward.

At least they still have the chance to have troubles, which makes them much luckier than others.

Just as Sato was thinking, he suddenly felt a strange sensation at the back of his head.

Under the life-or-death training of mental martial arts, although the incident happened suddenly, Sato reacted quickly and turned his body to the side in an instant.

"Thump."

At the same time, the sound of a beer can falling to the ground over your back could be heard.

Although he managed to avoid it, some beer-smelling water droplets still splashed onto his head.

"..."

"sorry!"

Just when Sato thought it was a drunkard's prank, he turned around and saw a girl wearing a mask with only her eyes showing.