Japanese big things

Time always flies by so fast, and unknowingly, it has arrived on the day of Fire Sunday. Because he had the party in his mind, and because the filming was already going smoothly, Masahiro Nakamura ended the filming early.<

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"I'm here now. I have to leave first because I have something to do."

Nakamura Masahiro called the producer assistant of the crew to him. While he was quickly arranging his clothes, he gave instructions to the Hokuriku Broadcasting employee: "The crew's side is left to you for now."

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"Hi, I understand."

The assistant nodded respectfully and agreed. In this crew, he is probably one of the most insignificant people. He is nominally a producer assistant, but in fact he is not much different from a handyman.

In this crew under the full control of Masahiro Nakamura, except for Shoji Oshiro, who is the assistant with real power, the other managers are basically superficial.

"Okay, I'll leave first."

After Nakamura Masahiro gave a few words of advice, he had nothing more to say. So, he grabbed the coat from the hanger, put it on smoothly, and then left the set.

At first, Nakamura Masahiro thought that the party would be held in Tokyo, and was worried about how to get there. After all, the Hokuriku area is indeed too far from Tokyo, and it is really difficult to get there in a short time.

Fortunately, he later learned that the party would be held in Osaka, which made Masahiro Nakamura relieved. If you take the JR limited express train from Kanazawa to Osaka, it will only take about three hours at most because it is a direct train.

Accompanied by the deafening roar, the train was traveling at high speed on the track. The scenery outside the window quickly receded, and before it had time to see clearly, it had completely disappeared from the field of vision.

With his eyes fixed on the receding scenery outside the window, Nakamura Masahiro passed the time in boredom. Although about three hours is not a very long time, once a person is in a boring state, it will be a bit painful.

After a while, Masahiro Nakamura took out his mobile phone to play with it again. But unfortunately, apart from two simple mini-games such as Tetris and Snake, the mobile phone did not have many entertainment options.

Well, it is undeniable that Japanese mobile phone manufacturers have achieved the ultimate level of mobile phone functions. But feature phones are feature phones after all, and naturally they cannot be compared with later smartphones.

Nowadays, in addition to making calls, feature phones are frequently used for sending and receiving text messages and browsing the web. As for other functions, they seem to be really insignificant.

In an instant, Masahiro Nakamura missed the era of smart phones. As the saying goes, if you have a phone in your hand, you can control the world. Smartphones are not everything, but without them, nothing is possible.

Compared with full-featured smartphones, the only advantage of feature phones is probably that they are novel in style. After all, the subsequent era of smartphones has long been homogeneous. Apart from bragging about improving certain efficiencies, the unified style of candy bar has nothing new.
The hand of time moves forward bit by bit, just like the JR express train Nakamura Masahiro boarded, rumbling towards the future, without any hesitation.

The scenery outside the window has changed countless times. The originally bright sky has darkened without knowing when, and its gloomy posture is like a warning before the storm is coming.

Some sparse spots of light appeared in the distance, dotting the night sky full of shadows, giving it an inexplicable sense of desolation. Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and Nakamura Masahiro seemed to have fallen into endless darkness, unable to see anything.<

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Immediately afterwards, a rumbling roar sounded in his ears, and the noise was comparable to a stereo. This made Masahiro Nakamura immediately realize that the train was entering a tunnel.

About ten minutes later, Nakamura Masahiro felt his eyes suddenly light up. The pitch black darkness that he could not see instantly disappeared. The lights above his head emitted a dazzling light, adding to the coldness of the carriage.

Warmth.

"I'm very sorry, there was a slight malfunction in the train's power system just now. However, it has returned to normal now, so please don't worry."

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from far and near. Nakamura Masahiro took a closer look and saw that it was the train attendant who had come to the carriage and was explaining the reason to the passengers one by one.

To be honest, because he was focused on playing with his mobile phone, Nakamura Masahiro did not pay too much attention to the changes in the outside world. Therefore, if it were not for the train attendant’s explanation, he would not have known that the train’s power system was faulty.

Compared with Nakamura Masahiro's calmness, some passengers in the carriage were not very good-tempered. The classic Japanese quintessence music was played loudly from time to time, and threatening complaints were also deliberately mentioned, scaring the train attendants into bowing and apologizing.<

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Of course, there is a high probability that they are just talking. After all, train attendants are just grassroots employees, just like thousands of ordinary cows and horses. They have no influence at all and cannot change at all.

As for the top executives of those companies, ordinary people's complaints actually don't have much effect. If it really makes a big fuss, it's nothing more than holding a press conference and then bowing and apologizing in public.

As for what effect it has? Well, it doesn’t seem to have much effect. For the public, the traditional spirit of craftsmanship is nothing more than a spiritual comfort.

With an unconscious glance from the corner of his eye, Nakamura Masahiro noticed that the passenger in the seat next to him was reading a book with gusto. The look of concentration and piety seemed to have no impact at all on the twists and turns just now.

Unable to restrain his inner curiosity, Nakamura Masahiro adjusted his posture slightly so that he could see the name on the side of the book. To be so attractive, this book must be of good quality, right?

However, before Nakamura Masahiro could clearly see the name of the book, his unusual behavior attracted the attention of the passenger sitting next to him. The other person glanced at Nakamura Masahiro with a slight curiosity, and then looked down at the book in his hand.

"Sorry, do you want to know about this book?"

The sudden question caught Nakamura Masahiro off guard, and a sudden feeling of embarrassment quickly filled his heart. His mind was spinning rapidly, but his mouth naturally took over the other person's topic.

"Well, I'm a little curious. Seeing that you read it so carefully, the content of this book should be very interesting."

Nakamura Masahiro's words seemed to add a ladle of water to the frying pan, and immediately triggered an enthusiastic response from the other party. The rather fanatical attitude made Nakamura Masahiro feel a little overwhelmed.

After quite a lot of effort, Nakamura Masahiro learned from the other party that the name of the book was "School Year 1 Year's Deviation Level 40 Upper Keio University Active Duty Pass".<

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Translated, the title of the book should be "The Story of the Hot Girl Who Was the Last in the Grade, Her Deviation Value Increased by More than 40 in One Year and was Admitted to Keio University". It is a dubious title-publisher, and has a sense of déjà vu from online literature.

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The strong chuuniu aura hit him, and Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but sigh: Sikuoyi, it is worthy of the traditional Japanese style, it is really straightforward enough.

I don’t know if the title of the book is so long, but I don’t know if it’s a bad title? Or is it a deliberate bad taste? Or maybe the author’s purpose is to increase the number of words and earn a little more royalties?

"Actually, I've almost finished reading this book."

The passenger next to him was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He stretched out his hand to adjust the frame of the glasses, then closed the book in his hand and handed it to Masahiro Nakamura. His tone of voice was also quite enthusiastic.

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"If you want to see it, I'll lend it to you first."

"Arigado."

After thanking him, Nakamura Masahiro took the book from the other person's hand. Then, he turned sideways, adjusted his sitting posture slightly, and then prepared to read the book.

"Nobuki Tsuboda?"

The first thing that caught his eye was the name of the author of the book. Nakamura Masahiro glanced at it and turned to the title page. He saw the identity information of Tsuboda Nobuki on it: Tsuboda Junior School Principal.

Well, to put it bluntly, this Pingtian School is actually a cram school. However, compared to ordinary cram schools, this Pingtian School has developed to a scale similar to that of an enterprise.

Subconsciously touching the page, Nakamura Masahiro felt that the texture of the paper was not very good. Logically speaking, publishing houses tend to choose better materials when publishing books.

As far as the material of this book is concerned, although it is not particularly bad, compared with the books on normal sale, the difference between the two is very obvious. Er, could this book be a pirated version?

"This book is a trial version of publication..."

Noticing Nakamura Masahiro's actions, the neighbor looked at the book and then said: "Only a small amount was printed, so the printing quality is not very good."

Since the other party has said so, Nakamura Masahiro will no longer struggle with this issue. The so-called trial version is actually equivalent to the nature of a sample and is not an official sales version. It is normal for the printing quality to be slightly worse.

Nakamura Masahiro read the novel with a fixed gaze, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly. After just reading the beginning, he had a basic judgment on the content level of the book: the author's writing style is good.

Although the title of the book has roughly spoiled the entire content, and there seems to be no suspense, Tsuboda Nobuki's excellent writing power presents a very strong appeal, making the content quite interesting.

Uh, why does it feel familiar? It seems like I have seen it somewhere?

As the reading continued, Nakamura Masahiro suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. Although this was the first time he had seen this book, the content in it was very similar to some of the dusty memories in his mind.

Subconsciously closing his eyes, Nakamura Masahiro thought hard, and many memory fragments flashed one by one. Soon, the name of a movie came to his mind.

"No wonder it feels familiar. This is the original book of "Bottom Hot Girl", right?"