I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 50 Ratings!
Monday night finally arrived as everyone expected.

11pm, TV Tokyo.

When the familiar nursery rhymes and drum beats sounded, the whole of Tokyo seemed to quiet down.

Countless pairs of eyes, some expectant, some curious, some questioning, are focused on that small screen.

[Anzhiju Season 2 Episode 1 Taro]

The story begins in a small community activity room, where a man in a police uniform is awkwardly performing ventriloquism for the children in the audience.

The puppet in his hand is named "Taro". He is wearing a small police uniform and looks very cute.

The children in the audience were so amused that they rolled over and laughed.

Everything looks so warm and everyday.

However, there was no smile on the policeman's face. A thin layer of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, and the hand holding the puppet was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

Because he knew that there was something wrong with this doll named "Taro".

It always rolled its eyes and grinned on its own when he was not controlling it.

And the words it spoke became more and more weird.

"Hey, uncle, do you know where the head of that brother riding the bicycle went?"

"Hehe... Uncle, your neck looks... so soft..."

The children in the audience thought this was all part of the performance and laughed even more happily.

Only the police themselves know that this is not a show.

This puppet named "Taro" was possessed by the spirit of a young boy riding a bicycle who had just been beheaded in a traffic accident at an intersection.

He wanted to stop, to throw the doll away.

But his hands seemed to be controlled by an invisible force and could not obey him at all. He could only watch "Taro"'s mouth open and close, saying those horrifying words, while the audience responded with the warmest applause.

The extreme loneliness and fear of knowing the truth to himself alone in the world completely overwhelmed him.

[Anzhiju Season 2 Episode 2 Kitchen]

A housewife who is not good at socializing is always ostracized by the wives of her neighbors.

The bento she made was ridiculed as "soulless".

The flowers she planted were ridiculed as "lifeless".

Finally one day, she discovered that there was an extra person in her kitchen.

A "me" who looks exactly like her, but always has a warm and cheerful smile on his face.

That "self" will cook the most delicious food, grow the most colorful flowers, and chat and laugh with the neighbors' wives.

Everyone likes that "self".

The real her could only curl up in the corner and watch the imposter replace her life bit by bit, taking away her husband, her children, and everything she had.

In the end, she was locked up in a dark storage room by that "self".

Outside the door, one could hear the husband, children, and neighbors' heartfelt praise and laughter for "herself."

……

The two-episode simulcast has ended.

At this moment, many people's homes throughout Tokyo have fallen into a deathly silence.

Then the silence erupted from the phone and every social corner like a tsunami!

"Season 2... is even scarier than the first!"

"And it's even scarier than the first season! The more you think about it, the scarier it gets!"

“This is the real horror!!!”

At this moment, word of mouth exploded completely with a more violent attitude than any publicity!

Especially before, they had already whetted their appetites through various TV programs and film reviews in various newspapers. They all wanted to see as soon as possible how good the highly praised "Dark Zhiju Season 2" was.

There were even many people who couldn't hold back and went to Kanto TV to watch the rebroadcast of "An Zhi Ju Season 1" at 9 o'clock in the evening.

I was also deeply attracted by the wonderful plot and novel ideas.

So, I really can't wait for the second season of "Yamishibai"!
……

Tuesday's morning light, like a benevolent monarch, sprinkled every inch of the Tokyo TV production bureau with its indiscriminate golden grace.

Suzuki classroom.

When Hashimoto Ichiro rushed into the office like a gust of wind with the brand new ratings report, everyone's heart subconsciously skipped a beat.

"5.12%!"

Hashijitaro's voice was trembling and a little out of tune.

“Oooooohh ...

The magma called victory that had been suppressed in the office for a long time finally erupted at this moment!
This time, the cheers were purer and more hearty than ever before!
"It really worked! The first episode broke 5%! Hooray! Hooray!"

"Onboard! Season 2 of Anzhiju is onboard!"

"Long live Section Chief Suzuki! Long live Nohara Hiroshi!"

Nancun Xing and Chang Gu Luzou were like two teenagers who had won the first prize at a festival. They swept the empty bottles on the table to the ground, then jumped onto the table, shouting and dancing without any rules. The ecstasy of young people who were not worldly-wise almost blew the roof of this small office off.

Because they know.

This is not easy!

Before, their "An Zhi Ju Season 1" had such bad ratings at the beginning.

Later, it directly counterattacked and became the number one in the early morning slot.

This is already earth-shattering.

just now.

Their "An Zhi Ju Season 2" has such a high viewership rating for the first episode, so you can imagine that the ratings for the subsequent episodes will definitely be higher!
This is already a very good start!

"It's really a success." Even Suzuki Seito looked at the report, and for the first time, two lines of hot tears flowed from his eyes that were bloodshot due to days of hard work.

He walked up to Nohara Hiroshi and patted him on the shoulder. He had a thousand words to say, but in the end, they only turned into a sigh with endless emotion: "Nohara-kun, we...we really did it."

He knew that from this moment on, this small classroom and this young man named Hiroshi Nohara had become something he had to look up to.

The look he gave Nohara Hiroshi was no longer the admiration of a superior towards a subordinate, but a respect that was almost equal and was for a true comrade.

Competent people deserve respect no matter where they are.

And he is such a capable junior.

It's no longer just ordinary respect.

Instead, we should treat it as a kind of respect and maintain it as a connection!

"..."

Hashijitaro stood in the crowd with a bright smile on his face. He clapped his hands vigorously and cheered for this hard-won victory.

However, deep in his passionate eyes, in that corner that no one noticed, a flame of jealousy was burning quietly, burning his heartfelt joy and making it a little distorted.

He looked at the young man who was surrounded by the crowd but always had a faint smile on his face. He felt that his diligence over the past decade seemed so pale and ridiculous in front of that astonishing genius.

"Crack." Although Hashijitaro was still smiling, his back teeth were clenched.

Especially looking at Nohara Hiroshi's calm face.

The calmness that seems to have everything under control.

And what he learned...

Hiroshi Nohara now lives in a high-end apartment, has a young and beautiful girlfriend, and even receives quite generous royalties.

Then think about it, I still live in an old and dilapidated apartment.

My wife often complains that she has no ability to make money.

That kind of sadness.

That kind of jealousy.

That kind of jealousy...was about to burn him out!
"Yes, I need to study, and I will have it all." Hashimoto forced himself to grin.

But the bloodshot in his eyes became redder and redder!

(End of this chapter)