I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 58 We Meet

The Shinkansen "Hikari" is like a long white steel snake, moving smoothly and swiftly across the land of Japan.

The scenery outside the car window was stretched into blurred green and gray shadows, fleeting, just like the old times that are gone forever in some people's hearts.

With his hair slicked back and a stern face, Yoshiharu Koyama held a cup of steaming green tea with the precision of a samurai, as if he was holding not a paper cup but a precious tea utensil passed down for centuries.

He took small sips, and the scalding hot tea slid down his throat, but it did nothing to melt his face, which was as cold and hard as the rocks in Kumamoto Prefecture in winter.

His eyes were calm, yet filled with an uncontrollable anger.

It seemed as if anger would burst out from those not-so-big eyes in the next second, burning all the unruly noise in the carriage to ashes.

Having served as a principal for twenty years, he was accustomed to maintaining order with silence and eye contact.

pity.

On this train to Tokyo, his authority clearly had no place.

Especially when he thought of his second daughter, Xiaoshan Meisai, whom he loved and was angry about, he couldn't help but feel angry and depressed as a father.

After all, according to Yoshiharu Koyama's arrangement, his second daughter's life at this time should be to stay in her hometown of Kumamoto Prefecture, go on blind dates, and marry the son of a local civil servant whom she knows well.

Instead of having your heart stolen by a guy who appears out of nowhere.

When thinking about these things, Yoshiharu Koyama felt that his blood pressure was rising faster than the speed of the Shinkansen!
Especially when I heard the old woman next to me mumbling and complaining.

Yoshiharu Koyama's face was even more gloomy.

"Oh my goodness, a bento costs 1,500 yen. That's too expensive!"

Sitting next to him, his wife, Koya Koyama, was sighing over the menu, her well-maintained face filled with complaints about Tokyo's prices: "If it were in Kumamoto, this price would be enough for a nice set meal for our family."

"Hmph." Yoshiharu Koyama snorted coldly in response to his wife's words.

He was too proud of his status to answer these questions.

of course.

The family members did not expect the old man, who had been extremely old-fashioned and strict since he became the principal, to say anything comforting.

"Mom, you're right. It's a bit expensive." The eldest daughter, Masaki Koyama, who was sitting next to her mother, gently agreed at this time.

She was wearing a well-fitting beige suit and had a gentle and quiet temperament. Like her father, Yoshiharu Koyama, she exuded the conservatism and reserve of a traditional local elite.

As a middle school teacher, she has always been very careful with her financial planning.

After all, she has entered society.

Know the importance of money.

However, before she could finish her words, a voice as clear as a wind chime sounded with a hint of disapproval and ridicule.

"Sister, Mom, are you guys making a big deal out of nothing?"

Sitting at the outermost edge, my youngest daughter, Yumesae Koyama, was engrossed in a fashion magazine. Without even looking up, she said, "This is the Shinkansen to Tokyo! What is Tokyo? It's the capital of Japan, an international metropolis! Of course it's expensive! That's what we call being in line with international standards!"

When she finished speaking, her big black eyes sparkled with an undisguised yearning for the legendary prosperous city full of opportunities and handsome men.

Seeing the look in his little daughter's eyes, Yoshiji Koyama's brows furrowed even deeper.

He put down his teacup and stared at his little daughter with the sharp eyes that were unique to the dean of studies, as if they could see through any disguise, and said in a deep voice:

"Yumsae, when you get to Tokyo, don't make a fuss, and don't be blinded by the false prosperity. People in Tokyo look down on those of us who come from small places. You have to remember that our Oyama family is a well-known family in Kumamoto. Don't embarrass yourself by going out there."

Although these words were said to Koyama Yumesae.

But he also said it to his wife Xiaoshan Gaoya and eldest daughter Xiaoshan Zhenya.

"what?"

But the youngest daughter, Yume, rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, closed her magazine, and grumbled, "Dad, we're just an ordinary family of civil servants. There's no such thing as prestige. Besides, it's a different era now. Who's still looking down on who?"

As she spoke, she leaned forward, her youthful face instantly lit up with gossip and excitement:

"Also, I heard my second sister say on the phone that her boyfriend is amazing! Not only is he a well-known manga artist, he also works at Tokyo TV. He's already an assistant director at such a young age and even helped plan the hottest horror anime right now! He's highly regarded by their section chief!"

She paused, holding her face in her hands, pink bubbles starting to appear in her big eyes: "Oh, I don't know... Is he handsome or not?"

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Yoshiharu Koyama choked on a mouthful of tea and started coughing violently, his cold, hard face turning the color of liver.

He tightly grasped the paper cup in his hand, and the poor cup groaned under the weight in his hand, which was trembling slightly with anger.

Nohara Hiroshi!

This name was like a poisoned awl, piercing his heart deeply.

Not only did he kidnap his most beloved second daughter, but now, even this troublesome little daughter is about to be corrupted by that kid's sugar-coated bullets!
What’s more, there is no sugar-coated bullet!

"Wait until we get to Tokyo."

Yoshiharu Koyama gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, his voice piercing through his teeth with the stubbornness that was so characteristic of Kumamoto Prefecture: "I must let that brat know that our daughter of the Koyama family isn't so easily kidnapped! I want to see just how capable he is!"

He wanted to give him a warning, a warning he would never forget!
Xiaoshan Gaoya, who was standing by, looked at her husband's furious look, but a helpless and doting smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She knew that her husband, who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, was just a paper tiger.

However, when her gaze was cast towards the rapidly passing scenery outside the window, deep in her gentle eyes, she couldn't help but feel deep worry for her second daughter who was far away in Tokyo.

……

Isetan department store, Tokyo.

This is a temple of material desires and a weather vane of trends. The air is filled with a dazzling scent mixed with high-end perfumes, leather products and money.

"Guozhi-kun, this...this is too expensive, right?"

Misae watched as Hiroshi Nohara put a bottle of beautifully packaged "Juyondai" sake into the shopping cart without hesitation, and her delicate little face was full of pain.

She knew that the price of this bottle of legendary "Fantasy Wine" was enough to cover her entire living expenses for the past month.

"To deal with a stubborn tank boss, you must use special attack weapons." Nohara Hiroshi pushed the shopping cart with a smile on his face that showed he was in control of the situation.

The posture did not seem like shopping, but rather like preparing the final weapons for an upcoming decisive battle.

He then led Meiya to the dessert section on the basement floor. In front of the Wako counter, which always had a long line, he said to the delicately made-up clerk in a tone that brooked no argument, "Could you give me one of your new seasonal white strawberry cakes?"

"Hiroshi-kun!" Misae stamped her feet anxiously.

Even though she knew that these were gifts for her family, this kind of purchase without regard for cost made even her feel the pain!
But Hiroshi Nohara gave Koyama Misae a reassuring smile.

Takeshi Kaneshiro's brilliant smile.

Thinking about the perfect service experience that Misae Koyama gave him in the car, Hiroshi Nohara would definitely not let down this loyal and destined wife.

"To deal with a gentle assistant and intelligence officer, you must use a limited edition item. A one-hit kill."

So Nohara Hiroshi didn't even turn his head, but took out a credit card that was shining with gold from his wallet.

The sales staff in front of them immediately brightened up. Who doesn't love Golden Legend?!
Next, he picked out a set of Shiseido's highest-end skin care products for his strong sister-in-law Masae in an almost sweeping manner; and bought the latest Chanel lipstick and cosmetics for his vain sister-in-law Yumesae.

When the two of them walked out of the revolving door of Isetan carrying large and small bags, Misae still felt like she was walking on clouds and was a little dizzy.

She looked at the man next to her who was carrying twice as many shopping bags as her but was still calm and composed. There was a light in his big watery eyes that was almost intoxicated.

She never thought that one day she would be able to enjoy the pampering of being held in the palm of someone's hand and squandering money as she pleased, just like the heroines in fashion magazines.

"Let's go, my princess."

Nohara Hiroshi switched the shopping bag to his other hand and naturally took her hand. There was a hint of teasing in his tone that only the two of them understood: "Our castle is still waiting for us in the parking lot."

……

Tokyo Station, Shinkansen exit.

The surging crowd was like a river restrained by an invisible dam, gushing out from the narrow gate and filling the small square in an instant.

Misae nervously clutched the corner of Nohara Hiroshi's clothes. Her little face, which always looked full of energy, was now filled with the nervousness of an ugly daughter-in-law meeting her parents-in-law.

Of course, the people she should be meeting at this time are her biological parents, but at this time she feels guilty.

After all, I came to Tokyo on a whim.

I found a boyfriend as soon as I got here.

They also lived together.

Japan is still relatively traditional nowadays, and her parents are also quite traditional, so of course Xiaoshan Meisai would feel guilty.

"Guangzhi-kun... I... I'm a little scared..." Her teeth gently bit her pink lips, and her voice trembled.

"What are you afraid of?"

Nohara Hiroshi gently squeezed her little hand. The warm touch, like a warm current, instantly soothed the uneasiness in her heart: "Just remember, from today on, you are no longer alone. Behind you, stands me, and our castle."

His voice was not loud, but it was steady enough to withstand a mighty force.

Meiya felt relieved.

Nohara Hiroshi comforted Misae a few more times, and seeing Misae's cute face relaxed, he smiled and held her little hand even tighter.

At this moment, Meiya's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Dad! Mom! Over here!"

She stood on tiptoe and waved her arms vigorously.

In the crowd, a family carrying their luggage looked around in bewilderment. Leading the group was none other than Yoshiharu Koyama, who wore a stern face, as if the whole world owed him money.

When his eyes met the young man holding his daughter's hand, two rays of light as sharp as searchlights suddenly burst out from his eyes, which were not big to begin with.

coming.

Nohara Hiroshi chuckled inwardly, but a humble and gentle smile appeared on his face. He took Misae by the hand and went to meet them.

"Uncle, aunt, sister, and my sister Yumesae, right? Thank you for your hard work along the way."

He gave a perfect 90-degree bow, his posture impeccable, his voice as gentle as jade: "I'm Nohara Hiroshi, Misae's... boyfriend."

Yoshiharu Koyama snorted with an ambiguous meaning.

His sharp eyes, like an X-ray, scanned Nohara Hiroshi carefully from head to toe.

He looks like a decent person, but unfortunately, he doesn't look like someone who can endure hardship.

"Yeah." He just replied indifferently, then stopped looking at him and turned to his daughter and said, "Mei Zai, take your luggage. Let's find a subway station first and go to your place."

He deliberately emphasized the three words "subway station", and the implication was self-evident.

However, Nohara Hiroshi didn't seem to notice the slightest hint of intimidation. He just smiled and said, "Uncle, don't bother. I've already arranged a car. It's in the parking lot."

"Car?" Koyama Yoshiharu was stunned, then a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face: "Rented?"

In his opinion, for a young man like him who is working hard in Tokyo at such a young age, being able to afford to rent a small Corolla is already very capable.

Nohara Hiroshi did not answer, but just made a gesture of invitation.

"Fangzhi!" Right next to him, his mother Xiaoshan Gaoya pulled his arm and pouted slightly, obviously a little angry at the old man's seriousness.

She also took the initiative to say: "Is it Nohara-kun? Misae told me about you. You are a promising young kid."

It eased the atmosphere.

"Thank you." Nohara Hiroshi chuckled.

Lead everyone to move forward.

The group walked through the bustling station hall and arrived at the underground parking lot.

Then when Yoshiharu Koyama saw the Toyota Crown Majestic, which was completely black with smooth lines and still exuded a calm and restrained kingly aura under the dim light, a crack appeared on his always stern face for the first time.

"This... this is..." He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Wow! It's a crown! And it's Magesta!" Yumesae on the side exclaimed without any concealment, and her big eyes were flashing with a light brighter than when she saw any other handsome guy.

Young people all know cars.

What's more, Toyota is Japan's national brand. How could a fashionable girl like her not understand it?
Nohara Hiroshi pressed the car key.

With two soft "beep" sounds, the luxury car that looked like a black horse lit up its two bright headlights, as if giving the most respectful greetings to its owner.

He opened the back door, and the interior, which exuded the aroma of high-quality wood and leather, and was spacious enough for an adult to cross his legs, was like a laughing mouth, revealing the little pride in Nohara Hiroshi's heart.

"Uncle, aunt, please get in the car."

Nohara Hiroshi's voice was still gentle and humble.

This is the Toyota Crown.

Majestic!

My father-in-law, Yoshiharu Koyama, sat in the passenger seat, and my mother-in-law, elder sister-in-law, younger sister-in-law, and Mi-ah were all seated in the large space at the back. They could just squeeze in and everyone could fit in.

The space of a super-large luxury car is really huge!

"Ah... then get in the car." At this time, Yoshiharu Koyama swallowed his saliva, and when he looked at Hiroshi Nohara, his expression looked a little strange.

This car is so new.

It looks just like it was just bought...definitely doesn't look like a used car that was leased.

He thought of what he heard on the phone: his daughter Misae Koyama said that Hiroshi Nohara was highly regarded by the leadership of Tokyo TV. It was said that not only the section chief, but even the deputy director above him admired this young man very much.

So, Koyama Yoshiharu gasped, "Could it be that the deputy director of Tokyo TV thinks so highly of Nohara Hiroshi that he even lent him such a nice luxury car?"

For Japan, which doesn't like to trouble others, being able to lend his luxury car to his subordinates means he is considered a confidant!
PS: Brothers, please give me monthly tickets and recommendation tickets~
(End of this chapter)