I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

From the kitchen, the voice of my wife Nohara Tsuru was heard, which sounded somewhat helpless but full of a gentle smile.

She came out with a plate of freshly cut chilled watermelon. The watermelon with red flesh and black seeds exuded the unique sweetness of midsummer.

"Who... who watched it!" Nohara Ginnosuke's old face flushed, like a child whose secrets were exposed. He quickly pushed the poster aside and put on the airs of a head of the family: "I'm criticizing! I'm criticizing this kind of sensational, irresponsible program! Our Nohara family has been down-to-earth for generations! Who has the time to engage in these things that are not worthy of the public!"

Nohara Tsuru just covered her mouth and chuckled. She put the watermelon on the low table. Her eyes, which had already been wrinkled by time but were still clear and bright, were filled with understanding of her husband's little thoughts.

"Really? Why did I hear that Mr. Yamada next door was bragging to me yesterday that he and his grandson were going to sign up for this show and perform a 'grandfather and grandson telling jokes' show?"

"That old bastard Yamada?!" Nohara Ginnosuke's eyebrows instantly stood up. He slapped his thigh fiercely, his small eyes blazing with resentment. "He can tell a shitload of jokes! His tone-deaf, hoarse voice would make even the village dogs avoid him! If he dares to go, why can't I... I, Nohara Ginnosuke, go?!"

"Oh?" Nohara Tsuru's lips curled up in a playful arc. "So what are you going to perform? I don't remember you having any outstanding talents."

"Who said I didn't?!"

This sentence was like a lit fuse, instantly detonating Nohara Ginnosuke's powder keg full of self-esteem!

He stood up suddenly, and his weather-beaten face showed an expression of anger at having his artistic attainments looked down upon.

He slammed all the paper sliding doors shut, and slammed the living room windows shut with a clang. The entire room instantly darkened, leaving only a few rays of light filtering through the cracks, making the atmosphere seem somewhat mysterious and also somewhat... vulgar.

"Ah He, today, I will let you see your husband's true special talent that I have hidden for decades!"

Nohara Tsuru looked at his mysterious expression. For the first time, a sense of foreboding appeared on his face that always wore a gentle smile. His voice even stuttered a little: "You...you old pervert...you are not going to perform...that?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Nohara Ginnosuke let out a laugh full of devilishness. He turned around, his back to his wife, and after a rustling sound, he turned around suddenly!

He lifted up his white sweatshirt, revealing his belly which was still well-maintained despite being over fifty years old.

"Elephant~elephant~why is your trunk so long~"

As he sang the ballad full of childish fun, he twisted his waist, and on the side of his face was a smile that he thought was cool, but was actually extremely vulgar.

'Snapped! '

A crisp, angry sound, accompanied by Nohara Tsuru's shameful and angry roar, exploded in this small Japanese-style room!

"You disrespectful old man! Reflect on your actions!"

Nohara Ginnosuke squatted in the corner with a look of grievance, holding the rapidly swelling red bump on his head and pouting.

"Ahe doesn't understand what art is at all..." He muttered softly, but his small eyes drifted uncontrollably towards the tempting promotional poster on the table.

He was still... a little moved.

Just then, a steady sound of a car engine was heard in the yard, and then the door of the house was knocked politely.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

It was Nohara Sashi's voice.

"Oh! It's Sashi who's back with Ikuna!" The anger on Nohara Tsuru's face disappeared in an instant. She quickly straightened her kimono, put on that gentle and loving smile on her face again, and walked quickly over to open the door.

At the door, next to the burly figure of Nohara Sashi, stood a pretty girl.

It was Ikuna Sakurada.

She was wearing a simple floral dress and carrying a beautifully packaged fruit basket. Her pretty face, which always wore a gentle smile, showed a bit of shyness and nervousness as if she was visiting someone for the first time.

"Hello uncle, hello auntie."

"Oh! It's Ikuna-chan! Come in! Come in!"

Nohara Ginnosuke instantly put away his aggrieved look, and once again put on the majestic demeanor of a future father-in-law, asking Nohara Tsuru to serve tea to his future eldest daughter-in-law.

Looking at his eldest son, who was still a little clumsy but always carefully protected Yucai, and looking at the girl named Yucai, her clear eyes showed undisguised love and trust for her son.

Nohara Tsuru's heart was completely filled with an unprecedented warm current called happiness.

She held Yucai's hand as if she was looking at her own daughter, and her gentle face was full of relief.

"Sashi."

She turned her head and looked at her eldest son, who was wearing a brand new Armani suit and driving that "expensive"-looking Toyota Land Cruiser, yet still maintained his simple and honest character. She said in a loving tone, "You are now a well-known 'president'. But as a man, you must not forget your roots. You must be good to Yucai, understand? Don't follow those bad men in the city and have affairs with other women just because you are rich."

"Mom! I know!" Nohara Sashi's old face turned red. He glanced at the girl next to him who was covering her mouth and laughing. His honest heart was so sweet that it was about to melt.

"But, Xizhi, you have to tell your brother about this." Nohara Tsuru looked at his eldest son's honest and happy face, and smiled.

She gently patted the back of her eldest son's hand, her eyes so gentle that they could squeeze water out of her, but her tone was filled with a certain solemnity that brooked no argument: "Guangzhi is now the pillar of our family. As your younger brother, he must be happier than anyone else that you have found such a good girl."

"What are you talking about! There's no need to alarm the big shots in our family for such a small matter!" Nohara Ginnosuke suddenly puffed out his chest, and his two thick eyebrows, which were exactly the same as his youngest son's, twitched up and down proudly, like two caterpillars ready to dance.

He snatched the "Super Transformation" promotional poster on the table, which he had looked at over and over countless times and had already curled up, and put it in front of Sakurada Ikuna like offering a treasure.

"Ikuna-chan, look at this!" He pointed at the enchanting program logo on the poster. His weather-beaten face brimmed with a pride that would have drawn the gazes of the entire Akita Prefecture. "See? This was created by my son, Hiroshi Nohara, the section chief at Tokyo TV! Now the whole of Japan is watching his program!"

He smiled proudly as he spoke, "It's said that our Nohara family was also a family of literary masters in ancient times! Now we finally have a real man like Nohara Hiroshi!"

Although Sakurada Ikuna had already heard of Nohara Hiroshi's name from Sashi.

I have also watched shows like "Dark Zhiju", "Wonderful Stories of the World", and "Super Change".

But at this moment, when she heard her future father-in-law's boasting with her own ears, a hint of heartfelt amazement and admiration emerged uncontrollably in her clear eyes.

"I...I saw him on TV... Mr. Nohara, he's really amazing."

She bowed slightly, her pretty face, which always wore a gentle smile, now showed a hint of shyness, as if she was visiting someone for the first time. "Saji-kun often tells me about you, Auntie, and Mr. Nohara. He said that being a part of the Nohara family is the proudest thing in his life. I... I am also... very honored to be with Saji-kun."

That's too humble of a statement.

But the sincerity and propriety that came from the heart made Nohara Tsuru look at the well-behaved and sensible girl in front of him more and more satisfied, and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes deepened a little.

Nohara Sashi's dark face instantly turned purple after this sudden confession. He rubbed his big hands covered with thick calluses a little awkwardly, looking at the girl beside him who was brighter than the sun, and his honest heart was filled with happiness.

He stood up and said to Sakurada Ikuna with a solemn tone that was almost like an oath, "Ikuna, don't worry! I...I will treat you well for the rest of my life!"

He paused, then glanced at his expensive Armani suit. A hint of unease crossed his dark face. "But... I still feel... more at ease in my work clothes. When I get home, I'll change out of this and put it away."

"Pfft-"

This speech, full of contrasting cuteness, made everyone present burst out laughing.

Nohara Tsuru was laughing so hard that tears were almost coming out. She held Sakurada Ikuna's hand, as if she was looking at her own daughter. Her gentle face was full of relief. "Good girl, our Sashi is such an honest man. From now on, I'll ask you to take good care of him."

"Yeah!" Sakurada Ikuna nodded heavily, her clear eyes filled with happiness.

Looking at this happy scene, Nohara Ginnosuke's heart, which belonged to an old father, was finally completely filled with a huge sense of satisfaction.

He picked up the cup of warm barley tea in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. An extremely smug smile appeared on his old face.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" He uttered the word "Okay" three times in a row, his small eyes gleaming with infinite longing for the future: "When you get married, quickly give me a big fat grandson! When the time comes, I will definitely teach him all the unique skills I've hidden for decades!"

As he spoke, his thick eyebrows moved up and down uncontrollably again.

Seems quite pleased with himself.

But a murderous gaze suddenly came from the side.

Nohara Ginnosuke shuddered instantly and turned his head stiffly, only to see his wife Nohara Tsuru with a dark face. Her eyes, which were always as gentle as water, were now burning with a karmic fire that could burn everything.

He quickly picked up the teacup and pretended that he had not said anything just now.

Watching the familiar interaction between the old couple, Nohara Sashi and Sakurada Ikuna looked at each other and saw smiles of happiness from the heart in each other's eyes.

The entire Nohara family was immersed in a warm atmosphere.

It seems like a lot of fun!

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Chapter 121 The Su Otome Zaibatsu returns to Neon! Nohara Hiroshi's plan continues!

"Minister, this is the latest data summary of the national auditions."

Kei Tanaka, the head of the variety show department who has been completely transformed, placed a thick report sheet respectfully on Hiroshi Nohara's desk as if he were presenting a battle report.

His face was filled with excitement at this moment.

"As of midnight last night, the total number of people nationwide who signed up for the 'Super Mutant Mutant Mutant Mutant' auditions has officially surpassed the 500,000 mark! Among them, the number of applicants from Osaka, Nagoya, and Fukuoka even surpassed that of the Tokyo headquarters! This... this is simply... insane!"

Nohara Hiroshi just calmly flipped through the reports filled with astonishing figures, with a knowing smile on his lips.

Of course he knows why.

I have to say that the Japanese people in the Kansai region, which is also the Osaka area, are more pragmatic because of their business.

I also prefer performing.

Japanese citizens in Kanto and Tokyo seem to be a bit concerned about their status. They always look tense when they go out. In simple terms, they are a bit pretentious.

However, the Kanto region and the Tokyo metropolitan area are originally their own territories.

It doesn't matter even if I have to maintain my status.

After all, the meat is still rotten in the pot, so you can eat it any way you want.

The reason why Hiroshi Nohara held auditions was because he needed to keep the audiences from other regions in his hands.

The good news coming from the Kansai and Osaka regions is indeed worth celebrating.

This is a good start.

"Very good." Nohara Hiroshi nodded and turned his gaze to another document, which contained an operations report on Misae's newly established "Future Comics Club".

The report was written by Meiya herself. Her handwriting was beautiful and had a certain seriousness that was unique to young girls.

It records in detail the five new comic assistants hired since the company was founded half a month ago, and their ongoing coloring and filling work for the first volume of "Doraemon".

Everything is thriving and moving steadily towards the blueprint he has planned.

"Jingle Bell--"

The intercom on the table rang at this moment. It was Kitagawa Yao's voice, crisp and clear: "Boss, Mr. Tadokoro Masato from Shueisha is here and wants to see you."

"Well, let him in." Nohara Hiroshi arranged.

After a while, Masato Tadokoro came in almost jogging. His face, which always looked a little tired, was now filled with an excitement that was almost fanatical.

"Minister Nohara!"

He even forgot to be polite and directly placed a magazine that still exuded the fragrance of ink on Nohara Hiroshi's desk respectfully: "Look! The latest issue of Weekly Shonen Jump! Your Doraemon, the first issue, has a reader survey rating of... 98.7%! It breaks the record for the first issue of a new author's work since the founding of our Jump!"

He paused, as if announcing something even more significant, his voice trembling with excitement. "And more! Editor-in-Chief Torishima has personally approved it! The Dark Martial Arts Tournament arc of Yu Yu Hakusho will be the main focus of our JUMP magazine for the second half of the year, with a super deluxe edition! The cover... will be drawn by you personally!"