My Name is Hiroshi Nohara, Star of Neon Film and Television! Chapter 56: Nohara Section Established!

However, when certain people were still in a secret room depicting an illusory future for a wedding dress that didn't belong to them, the sun of a new week in Tokyo had already unfurled its golden carpet.

TV Tokyo Production Bureau Headquarters Building.

The naplate of the Suzuki Section was quietly taken down overnight.

Replaced by a brand new tal naplate — 【Nohara Hiroshi Special Production Team】.

This naplate was like a newly awarded dal.

Silently yet incomparably clearly declaring the arrival of a new era to the entire building.

Quite a few passing Production Bureau employees consecutively fixed their eyes upon it.

Every single one also wearing a face of astonishnt.

After all, as an intern who had rely newly arrived at the TV Tokyo Production Bureau for less than two months, directly being promoted on the frontline to a Level 4 Director, this was sothing nobody had ever achieved in the history of the TV Tokyo Production Bureau.

But thinking about the "Yamishibai" produced by Nohara Hiroshi, from Season 1 to Season 2, those exaggerated viewership ratings.

Were sufficient to prove the other party's formidable might.

Therefore, all the people present, even if just passing by, when facing the section that was replaced and nad after Nohara Hiroshi, within each of their eyes they were still convinced.

Just based purely on the "urban legend genre" he innovatively produced, it was already capable of leaving a heavy stroke in the history of animation.

This is what a genius is!

...

However, currently Nohara Hiroshi, including Minamura Hoshi, Haseji Kakeru, and Kitagawa Yao who joined his section together with him.

As well as Hashishita Ichiro who was said to be transferring to another section.

Were currently all gathered at the platform of the Shinkansen.

"Section Chief Suzuki... no, we should call you Director Suzuki now."

Hashishita Ichiro stood on the platform, looking at Suzuki Kiyoto who was about to step onto the Shinkansen heading to Kanto TV. On that face always written full of steadiness and depression, at this mont carried a complex emotion.

Regardless of what choice was made, regardless of how jealous he was in his heart, Hashishita Ichiro still had considerable respect for Suzuki Kiyoto.

Therefore he decided, before the matter was exposed.

To also personally co bid farewell to Suzuki Kiyoto.

"All just empty titles." Suzuki Kiyoto smiled. He patted Hashishita Ichiro's shoulder, then looked towards those young people behind him whose eye sockets were all sowhat red.

The gaze finally landed on Nohara Hiroshi, who rely stood quietly from beginning to end.

"In the future, I hand this place over to you."

He paused. In those always turbid eyes, for the first ti revealed a kind of expectation and gratification belonging to an elder: "Nohara-kun, work hard. Don't let those guys who look down on our 'Kanto Faction' underestimate you!"

"Hai!" Nohara Hiroshi bowed slightly, his voice calm, yet carrying a power allowing no room for interference.

Everything was understood without words.

Suzuki Kiyoto also left a few words of encouragent for everyone present.

The train sounded its whistle.

The Shinkansen then slowly departed from the platform.

That gradually retreating back carried away an era belonging to Suzuki Kiyoto, yet also thoroughly pulled open the curtains for a legend nad Nohara Hiroshi.

...

Then everyone returned to that completely refreshed office.

"Nohara... Section Chief!"

Minamura Hoshi held it in for a long ti, ultimately still unable to hold back, using a tone carrying a bit of probing, a bit of excitent, and a bit of teasing, to yell out this address.

"Pfft." Kitagawa Yao beside him couldn't hold back and giggled, those sparkling eyes curving into two beautiful crescents: "Minamura Hoshi, you guy! Why are you shouting 'Section Chief Nohara' so stumbling over your words! Can't you be a bit more straightforward!"

Haseji Kakeru also joined in the commotion: "Right, right! Section Chief Nohara! Please advise us much from now on!"

"Section Chief?"

Nohara Hiroshi was also amused hearing this.

He leaned back in his brand new office chair. In his mind, untily, a scene from another world erged—

A middle-aged man in Futaba Corporation, frantically overwheld by monthly performance targets, sighing over a thirty-two-year mortgage, getting dead drunk entertaining clients, and still getting chased and beaten by his wife with her fists when returning ho.

That man, seed to... also be nad Nohara Hiroshi.

His final position, seed to... also be Section Chief of the Sales Departnt.

"Destiny truly is an interesting thing."

Nohara Hiroshi chuckled lightly in his heart.

But looking at these familiar young faces before him, he gently waved his hand, his face bearing a bit of free-spiritedness unique to young people: "Let's call it this way when there are outsiders, if there aren't any, just call Nohara, it sounds more intimate this way."

These relaxed and humorous words of his instantly made that subtle estrangent in the office produced by changes in position quickly dissipate into nothingness.

Of course everyone also knew.

Nohara Hiroshi could say it like this.

But.

They as subordinates, absolutely couldn't do this.

But Nohara Hiroshi was ultimately a soul that ca over from Huaxia in his past life. In essence, he didn't have that huge of a class concept.

At the very least towards hierarchical concepts, he wasn't as heavy as traditional Neon people.

Everyone chatted openly.

However, right amidst this cheerful atmosphere, that brand new landline phone on Nohara Hiroshi's desk symbolizing his new identity suddenly rang sharply.

"Ring ring ring——"

Nohara Hiroshi raised his eyebrows and picked up the phone: "Hello, this is the Nohara Production Team."

"Hiro... Hiroshi-kun?" On the other end of the phone, transmitted a familiar female voice carrying a bit of softness and shyness.

It was Misae.

The corners of Nohara Hiroshi's mouth curled upwards unconsciously, his voice also instantly becoming far gentler: "It's , Misae, what's wrong? Did you miss ?"

"I-I didn't!" Misae on the other end of the phone, her voice instantly elevating a few pitches, like a kitten having its tail stepped on, carrying a bit of annoyed but charming cuteness: "I... I have serious business to tell you!"

"Oh? What serious business?" Nohara Hiroshi thought of Misae's crazy wriggling a few days ago, subconsciously licking his lips.

"It... it's just..." Misae's voice lowered again, carrying a kind of hesitation and uneasiness like a little girl reporting matters to her parents: "My mom and dad... they... they said, this weekend, they are taking a tour to Tokyo with a few relatives, and incidentally coming to... see ."

Nohara Hiroshi upon hearing this, was slightly stunned.

Father-in-law and mother-in-law are coming?

Hiss hiss hiss!

Nohara Hiroshi inhaled a breath of cold air.

This was far more troubleso than dealing with an old fox like Takada Toshihide ah—of course, that was relatively speaking.

"And then?" He asked despite knowing the answer, his tone carrying a trace of teasing.

"And then..." Misae on the other end of the phone remained silent for a long ti, so long that Nohara Hiroshi could almost envision her tiny face blushing to the point of dripping blood right now, and those small hands tightly wrung together from nervousness.

Finally, she used a voice as thin as a mosquito, almost inaudible, to muster her courage and say: "And then... they said... want... want to et you..."

"et ?" Nohara Hiroshi feigned surprise, "et for what? Could it be that the Kumamoto Prefecture Agricultural Association finally discovered the astonishing hidden farming talent on my body, and wants to specially hire as a technical consultant?"

"Ay ya! Hiroshi-kun! You're so annoying!"

Misae was finally angered by this unserious appearance of his, letting out a charming scolding sound on the other end of the phone: "Are you coming or not! I... I told them, you are my... you are my boyfriend, you are my... fiancé!"

When she reached the end of her sentence, her voice already carried a crying tone. That was a complex emotion of both pride and grievance.

Especially along with Nohara Hiroshi's massive success recently.

Koyama Misae's heart was trembling slightly.

"Hahaha, alright alright alright, I'll co, of course I'll co." Nohara Hiroshi finally stopped teasing her. Within that laughter, was full of pampering and tenderness.

He glanced at the calendar on the wall, already having a plan in his heart.

Handling the demons and monsters of the television station was rely a novice village quest.

Now, the true S-rank dungeon — "eting Father-in-Law and Mother-in-Law", was finally about to open.

"Relax, Misae."

His voice beca incomparably solemn, carrying a manly responsibility of one about to head to the battlefield: "Tell uncle and auntie, tell them to prepare their strictest examination standards. I, Nohara Hiroshi, have already prepared to properly accept their... final judgnt towards , their future son-in-law!"