I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 57 Meiya's Family is Coming

Meiya on the other end of the phone was amused by his solemn tone and burst out laughing. The shyness and uneasiness she had felt like a little girl disappeared in an instant.

There was a hint of sweet relief in Misae's voice: "What final judgment? Hiroshi-kun, you're not serious!"

She knew that this young and promising boyfriend still respected her very much.

hang up the phone.

Nohara Hiroshikao leaned back in his chair and suddenly felt that the upcoming encounter with Misae's parents seemed to be more exhausting than the open and secret struggles within Tokyo TV.

We haven’t even met yet!

"oh!?"

At this time, a strange and ambiguous laughter was heard outside the office.

Nohara Hiroshi turned his head and saw that it was Minamimura Hoshi, Hase Mizuki, and Kitagawa Yao, three pairs of eyes full of gossip that said 'we all heard it'.

This made Nohara Hiroshi unable to help but spread his hands and said, "Don't say 'oh' here. The most serious thing in my life is about to happen. So, I'll leave the classroom to you for the time being."

"Section Chief Nohara! Don't worry! We will definitely guard the base camp!" Nancun Xing immediately stood at attention and saluted with an exaggerated expression like an adjutant who was injected with chicken blood.

"That's right! I wish the section chief immediate success and that he can defeat the final BOSS in one fell swoop!" Hase Rokuzou also joined in the fun.

"If you need us, we'll be there at your beck and call!" Beichuan Yao also said with a smile.

The office was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

"You're obviously just watching the fun!"

Nohara Hiroshi smiled and shook his head. After making a few jokes, he picked up his coat and left work early amid the joking voices of "Send the Section Chief off to the battlefield".

He knew that this battle was not as simple as making an animation.

The equipment must also be prepared.

……

Back home, Meiya was like a hardworking little bee, busy running around in the small apartment.

She polished the floor until it was spotless, patted the cushions on the sofa until they were fluffy and soft, and even the pot of green ivy on the windowsill that was almost killed by Nohara Hiroshi was carefully trimmed by her, giving it some life.

"I'm back." Hiroshi Nohara opened the door and came in.

"Welcome back, Hiroshi-kun!" Misae poked her little head out of the kitchen, her face still stained with flour, like a cute little cat. "Look, I've cleaned up the house! This way, when Mom and Dad come over, they won't think we're living in a mess."

Nohara Hiroshi walked over and reached out to wipe the flour off her face. Looking at her eyes that were shining with anticipation and nervousness, his heart softened.

"Thank you for your hard work." He smiled and said, "Mei-ya, I really need you to provide some key information for tomorrow's final trial."

"Information?" Meiya blinked, confused.

"Yes." Nohara Hiroshi pulled her to sit on the sofa, took out a pen and paper, and put on the posture of a strategic analyst: "What is the enemy's troop composition? How many main generals are there? Personality traits, personal preferences, and any particular weaknesses?"

Meiya was amused by his appearance and laughed, but she still counted on her fingers seriously and began to introduce them.

"Um... Dad, Yoshiharu Koyama, is a civil servant. As for his personality... he's the typical stubborn old Kumamoto dad. He doesn't talk much, but once he's set his mind to something, nothing can change it. He loves drinking shochu and... uh, watching sumo matches."

"Stubborn tanky boss, key points to conquer: shochu, sumo." Nohara Hiroshi quickly wrote it down on a piece of paper.

"Mom, Koyama Takaya, is a housewife. She's very gentle, but a bit of a worrier and likes to pry into all sorts of things. Oh, and she loves desserts, especially the limited edition cakes from Wako in Ginza."

"A gentle assistant and intelligence officer. Key points for this strategy: limited edition desserts... and precious souvenirs."

"And my oldest sister, Manasa, is a middle school teacher. She's quite assertive and has always been controlling me. And my third sister, Yumesa, is…she's more free-spirited and unemployed. Her biggest hobbies are handsome men and designer bags."

"Elite Monster Number One, the Domineering Sister-in-Law; Elite Monster Number Two, the Vain Sister-in-Law..."

Nohara Hiroshi wrote furiously, and soon a diagram of character relationships and key strategy points appeared on the paper.

Mei Ya looked at his serious expression, and the nervousness in her heart caused by her family's visit unknowingly dissipated a lot.

She leaned on his shoulder, looking at the paper filled with strange "tactics", and felt extremely relieved.

This is a sign of love for her.

"Alright, intelligence gathering complete." Nohara Hiroshi put down his pen, clapped his hands, and said confidently, "Tomorrow morning, we'll go procure 'equipment'. We must prepare all weapons and ammunition before the BOSS group arrives!"

However, at this moment, he suddenly thought of a crucial question and asked again, "Mei-ya, uncle and aunt, how many people are coming this time?"

Meiya replied, "Well... Mom and Dad, my oldest sister Zhenya, my youngest sister Mengya, and us, there are six of us in total."

six people.

Nohara Hiroshi's brows furrowed slightly.

Plus him and Meiya.

I have to pick someone up at the Shinkansen station tomorrow, and one taxi won't be able to accommodate everyone.

Not to mention accompanying them around Tokyo in the next few days.

We can’t let them squeeze into the subway every day, can we?

That's too outrageous.

"Mei-ya." Thinking of this, he looked at the girl in his arms and suddenly said in a very serious tone: "Let's... go buy a car."

"Eh?!" Misae suddenly raised her head, her beautiful big eyes filled with shock. "Buy...buy a car? Guangzhi-kun, are you crazy? We don't have that much money! Cars are expensive!"

In her opinion, they were very happy to be able to live in this pretty nice little apartment.

Buying a car is an unattainable dream for the presidents of large companies.

Nohara Hiroshi looked at her frightened expression and just smiled indifferently.

He didn't explain much, but just stood up, took out his bank passbook from the drawer and handed it to her.

"See for yourself."

Mei Ya took the thin booklet hesitantly and opened the latest page.

Then, her breathing, at this moment, stopped.

On it, a long string of numbers, like a neat row of soldiers shining with golden light, with an unquestionable majesty, instantly occupied her entire field of vision.

"One... ten... a hundred... a thousand... ten thousand... a hundred thousand... a million..."

Meiya's fingers were counting on the number one by one. Her big watery eyes were wide open and her mouth was slightly opened because of extreme shock, forming a cute "O" shape.

Seven million eight hundred and thirty thousand yen.

This is the royalties from Nohara Hiroshi's "Yu Yu Hakusho" and the copyright fees from "Anshiki Ichi and II".

"Na...Nani?!"

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Hiroshi Nohara, her eyes looking as if she was looking at a mysterious creature that had just landed from an alien planet.

She knew that Hiroshi-kun was very capable, being a TV director and a popular cartoonist.

But she never thought that he could be so powerful!
This amount of money is more than enough to pay a down payment on a small single-family house in Kasukabe, let alone a car!
"Now, do you still think we can't afford a car?" Nohara Hiroshi reached out and gently closed her little mouth that had been open for a long time due to shock, with a hint of doting and teasing in his tone.

"I... I..." Mei's mind was blank. She looked at the passbook, then looked at Nohara Hiroshi. Her delicate little face was instantly filled with a huge, indescribable sense of happiness and security, and her eyes unconsciously turned red.

She suddenly threw herself into Nohara Hiroshi's arms, buried her face deeply in his chest, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"Hiroshi-kun...you...you are so amazing..."

Hiroshi Nohara just smiled and gently patted her back. This car is more than just a car.

This was a promise he made to her, and the most direct and powerful declaration he made to her family to show him that he was capable of taking good care of her daughter!

This is also what he, as a man, built for his beloved woman, a mobile castle that can shelter from wind and rain!

……

So the next morning, at the Toyota Motor Showroom.

In the spacious and bright exhibition hall, brand-new cars are like quiet works of steel art, reflecting a cold and charming luster under the soft light.

As soon as Nohara Hiroshi and Misae walked in, they were immediately greeted by a sales consultant in a neat suit.

However, when he saw the two people clearly, his professional enthusiasm unconsciously faded a little.

too young.

The man looked to be in his early twenties. Although he was well-dressed, the youthfulness of a student had not yet completely faded.

The woman looks more like a college or high school student who has not yet graduated.

It is beautiful, but it doesn't look like she can afford any of the cars here.

"You two, just take a look around?" There was a subtle hint of perfunctoriness in the sales consultant's tone.

Misae tugged at Nohara Hiroshi's clothes uncomfortably; she could feel his scrutinizing gaze.

Nohara Hiroshi seemed not to care at all. He just looked around calmly, and his eyes finally fell on the car in the center of the exhibition hall. It was completely black, with smooth lines, and exuded a calm and restrained kingly aura.

Toyota Crown Majestic.

In this era, it is the pinnacle of Japanese domestic luxury cars.

"Let's take that one." Nohara Hiroshi pointed, his tone as calm as if he was ordering a bowl of ramen at a roadside stall.

The sales consultant looked in the direction of his finger, was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of sneer appeared on his face.

"Sir, you have excellent taste." His tone carried a kind, condescending reminder. "This is our Crown series' top-of-the-line flagship, the Magesta V8 top-of-the-line version, priced at over five million. Would you like to... take a look at the Corolla next to it? That car offers excellent value and is perfect for young people."

He spoke politely, but the contempt in his eyes could not be concealed.

Meiya's face turned red in an instant, it was the embarrassment of being looked down upon in public.

However, Nohara Hiroshi remained calm.

He didn't even look at the sales consultant, but walked straight to the Crown Majestic, opened the door, and made a "please" gesture to Meiya beside him.

"Come up and feel it, see if you like it."

Meiya sat in with some hesitation. The soft leather seats and the interior that exuded the fragrance of high-quality wood made her feel like she was sitting in a dream.

Her little face became increasingly red, but she didn't know what to say. She looked pitiful, as if she couldn't adapt to such a high-end occasion.

But this pitiful kitten-like look made Nohara Hiroshi smile.

"No need to try."

Nohara Hiroshi closed the car door, turned around, took out the bank passbook, his ID, and the driver's license he had obtained in college from his pocket, and gently placed them on the hood.

He looked at the sales consultant who was completely stunned and spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting the other person's heart hard.

"This one, paid in full. I'm going through the paperwork now. I hope to be driving away in under an hour."

"..."

The entire exhibition hall seemed to have been paused.

The salespeople around looked over.

The sales consultant's mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg, and his face, which was full of sarcasm, now only showed pure and undisguised shock and dullness.

He subconsciously glanced at the number on the passbook, including his career information from Tokyo TV, which was still "Special Section Chief Level".

The next second, he seemed to be struck by an invisible lightning, and his whole body shuddered.

"Hi! Hi! Hi!"

The expression on his face switched from dull to extreme flattery and fanaticism at a speed almost as fast as Sichuan Opera face-changing.

He bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, his voice distorted by excitement. "Dear... distinguished guest! I'm so sorry! Please wait a moment! I'll... I'll call our manager right away!"

He almost crawled to the manager's office on the second floor.

Meiya was stunned by this look.

But Nohara Hiroshi knew very well.

Tokyo TV's background is so huge that it is no problem to say that it is the No. 1 in Japan's publicity industry.

He was so young and had so much money, and he was also a section chief at Tokyo TV.

Never mind whether it is a special classroom or not.

But just say it.

Such a young man can become the head of the classroom.

Could that be someone he offended?

Maybe there is a more powerful existence standing behind it!
Soon, a middle-aged man with a big belly and wearing a more advanced suit rushed down from the upstairs with a group of people like a gust of wind.

"Mr. Nohara! Welcome! Welcome!"

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief while handing over his business card. His waist was bent even lower than the car model next to him.

For the next hour, Meiya felt like she was experiencing a bizarre dream.

She watched a group of people surrounding Nohara Hiroshi, serving him tea and water, and nodding and bowing.

Watching those tedious procedures being completed at an incredible speed under the personal supervision of the manager.

Looking at the "artwork" that had just been displayed in the center of the exhibition hall, it was affixed with a temporary license plate, filled with gas, washed spotlessly clean, and parked quietly at the door like a tamed black horse.

The manager even personally presented a bunch of gifts that were claimed to be only for the "highest-level VIPs of this store" - top-quality car fragrances, free maintenance cards for the whole year, and even two invitation tickets to a high-end restaurant in Ginza.

Misae was still in a daze until Hiroshi Nohara drove the brand new Crown Majestic smoothly into the traffic of Tokyo.

She stroked the warm leather seat beneath her and looked at the street scene rapidly receding outside the window. She felt that everything was so unreal.

"Guangzhi-kun..." She turned her head and looked at the man beside her who had been smiling calmly from beginning to end. There was a light that was almost intoxicated in his big watery eyes.

"Ok?"

"You were so handsome just now." Mei Ya's eyes were sparkling with admiration.

"That's it?" Nohara Hiroshi heard this and just freed one hand to gently ruffle her hair, with a confident smile on his lips: "Hold on tight, my destined Mrs. Nohara."

"Our castle is now officially about to set sail."

However, driving this Toyota Crown Majestic, which is indeed an entry-level luxury car in Japan, is indeed impressive.

It's quite impressive!
Nohara Hiroshi looked at Misae, who was still stretching out her tender little white hands, constantly groping the leather seat, feeling uneasy and extremely excited, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

How does that saying go... a good car and a girlfriend... are more suitable for garages, the wild, and remote corners...!
(End of this chapter)