Japanese big things

"Oh, I really don't understand you. You are obviously looking forward to a beautiful age and should enjoy your youth wantonly. Why do you feel that your ideas are a bit like those of an old man from the old times..."

Mizuno Kazuji sighed and couldn't understand Nakamura Masahiro's thoughts: Ginza is a paradise for men, why isn't Nakamura Masahiro interested?

Unconsciously, the car stopped steadily in front of a hotel in Minami-Aoyama 2-chome, Minato-ku. The hotel was booked in advance by Kazuji Mizuno. It was very close to Honda's design department, only about ten minutes away.

"Nakamura-san, do you want to go get something to eat?"

After getting out of the car, Nakamura Masahiro was about to step into the hotel. Mizuno Kazushi followed behind him and extended an invitation to Nakamura Masahiro with a calm smile on his face.

"I know there is a restaurant near here, it tastes pretty good."

"No, Mizuno-senpai, I don't have much appetite right now... You can go alone and don't worry about me."

"That's okay...you haven't eaten anything. When it's late, I will notify the hotel front desk and bring you some food."

"You really don't need to go to such trouble, senior..."

Nakamura Masahiro shook his head and declined Mizuno Kazuji's kindness. Then, under Mizuno Kazuji's gaze, he walked straight into the hotel.

From the remote Nemuro back to the prosperous Tokyo, Nakamura Masahiro was completely untouched along the way, and he did feel a little hungry.

However, the long journey and lack of rest on set caused the fatigue that had already accumulated to spread, directly overpowering the weak hunger.

Rather than going out for dinner with Mizuno Kazuji, Nakamura Masahiro would rather go back to his hotel room and lie down, and then have a very comfortable sleep.

"Masahiro Nakamura, room 404."

Arriving at the front desk of the hotel, Masahiro Nakamura reported his name and reserved room number, and got the room card smoothly.

"Are you the Nakamura Masahiro-san who sang "I Thought About Death"?"

The front desk staff was a pretty girl who looked about twenty years old. She kept looking at Masahiro Nakamura secretly, her eyes sparkling.

"Well...."

The look on his face was a bit astonished. Masahiro Nakamura was surprised by the identity mentioned by the other party: he was clearly a supervisor, but he seemed to be recognized as a singer by the other party?

"Hi...it's me."

After struggling for a moment, Masahiro Nakamura reluctantly claimed his new identity as a singer.

Although he thinks that the movie single he released is just for the promotion of the movie "One Long Day", he does not feel that he has entered the music industry as a singer.

However, the sales of more than one million singles shocked many singers and idols in the music industry, and it also left a very deep impression and recognition on the public.

Compared with the movie-watching group, the audience size of the song will undoubtedly be higher.

Therefore, compared to his identity as a film director, Masahiro Nakamura's identity as a singer is probably more recognized by the public.

"Ah...sorry..."

The girl let out an exclamation, and then subconsciously covered her mouth with both hands. Her bright eyes were wide open, as if she had discovered some huge treasure.

"Excuse me, can you sign your name for me?"

The timid appearance was inexplicably cute. The girl cautiously and tentatively asked Nakamura Masahiro for his autograph.

"Uh...okay."

Looking at the girl's eyes full of expectation and longing, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but smile, then nodded slightly and agreed to the other party's request for an autograph.

"Please wait...."

The girl's face was full of surprise, she tried hard to restrain her excitement, and started looking for it at the front desk in a hurry.

Nakamura Masahiro stood aside quietly, and then watched the girl looking for something in a panic, the surprise on her face was replaced by anxiety.

If Nakamura Masahiro's guess is correct, the girl should be looking for something like an autographed book, right?

"Otherwise...I will stay in the hotel for two days."

Seeing that the girl's search had not yielded any results, and her fair little face was faintly red due to anxiety, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but make a suggestion.

"Prepare your things and I'll sign them for you when you check out."

"Hi...Arigado."

With a solemn response, the girl's nervousness eased slightly, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief: She clearly remembered that there was a signed book at the front desk of the hotel, but who knew that she couldn't find it now, and she didn't know who took it away?

"correct...."

After taking only two steps, Nakamura Masahiro returned to the front desk of the hotel. He smiled at the girl and said in a gentle tone: "I almost forgot to ask your name."

"Hi, my name is Yoshi, Riho Yoshioka..."

Nakamura Masahiro's move made the girl stunned for two seconds. She came back to her senses in a slight panic and stammered her name.

"Riho Yoshioka?"

After subconsciously repeating the name, Nakamura Masahiro felt that it was a bit familiar. But after racking his brains to search, he could not find any relevant memory fragments in his mind.

After all, being separated by a sea is not only a geographical sense, but also an invisible cultural barrier that exists extremely tenaciously.

The Japanese entertainment industry is not as good at marketing as the Korean entertainment industry, and its conservative and self-proclaimed attitude makes Japanese artists rarely consider developing overseas.

Except for the top artists who have a lot of fame and fans overseas, the vast majority of Japanese artists are unknown.

Maybe the name Riho Yoshioka will be a member of the Japanese entertainment circle in the future? But she is not among the top, so she failed to leave a deep impression on Masahiro Nakamura.

Fortunately, Nakamura Masahiro didn't have much interest in Yoshioka Riho. He took a deep breath and turned his back to the girl and waved.

"Good night, Yoshioka Riho-san..."

"Good night, Nakamura Masahiro-san...."

The girl's voice responded from behind. Just like her pure and gentle appearance, her soft and waxy voice sounded very comfortable.

The car door slowly closed, and as the floor numbers displayed began to beat, the elevator gradually climbed up quickly.

With a ding, the elevator stopped steadily on the fourth floor. Then, the car door moved to both sides and slowly opened.

Slowly walking out of the elevator, following the arrangement of room numbers, Nakamura Masahiro quickly found room 404.

He held the door card close and swiped it. After a slight sound, Masahiro Nakamura reached out and opened the door smoothly.

The hotel room is not small in size, and the simple decoration style reveals an elegant taste. At a glance, it seems that the treatment is better than that provided by TBS TV station.

Nakamura squinted his eyes, tiredness welled up in his heart again, and Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but yawn.

The room card and mobile phone were casually thrown on the bedside table. Nakamura Masahiro quickly put on his slippers and took a shower.

After washing up, just as Masahiro Nakamura was getting ready to go to bed, the doorbell of his room rang suddenly.

"Yoshioka Riho-san?"

With doubts in mind, Nakamura Masahiro opened the door. Appearing at the door was Yoshioka Riho, the hotel front desk staff he had just met before.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Looking down, Nakamura Masahiro saw the dining car next to her: Well, Mizuno Kazuji did notify him after all, and it was here to deliver food to him.

"Hello...this is..."

Riho Yoshioka acted very nervous, his face was full of anxiety, and his speech was stammering and unclear.

"Just leave it to me, it's troublesome..."

Showing a gentle smile at the girl, Nakamura Masahiro bent down and picked up the tray containing food from the dining cart.

Riho Yoshioka felt a little nervous and apprehensive. She watched at a loss as Masahiro Nakamura took away the food. Then, the door was gently closed.

"As expected, it still doesn't work. I still want to talk to Nakamura Masahiro-san..."

Looking at the tightly closed door, Riho Yoshioka couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and he couldn't help but blame himself.

"I don't know if I will be there when he checks out. If I miss it, it will be troublesome."

"Yoshioka-san, has the meal been delivered? If it has been delivered, please come down as soon as possible..."

The ringtone of her mobile phone suddenly rang, which brought Riho Yoshioka back to her senses. She picked up her mobile phone and looked at the caller ID. It was Uncle Higashino who was on duty at night and was in charge of the kitchen.

"There is a passenger here at the front desk. I don't know what to do..."

"Hey, the delivery has been finished. I'll be down right away."

Listening to the slightly anxious voice of the other party, Riho Yoshioka responded quickly, hung up the phone, and left in a hurry while pushing the dining cart.

Arriving on the first floor of the hotel, there was indeed a traveler standing there at the front desk, with a large suitcase on the ground at his feet.

Uncle Higashino next to him had an apologetic smile on his face, lowered his head from time to time, and kept saying apologetic words in his mouth.

"Smith Marseille, Smith Marseille..."

Abandoning the dining car aside, Yoshioka Riho quickly ran over in small steps. First he apologized, then turned back to his post, and in a slight panic, he took out a registration form and put it in front of the passengers.

"Please register..."

"I have made an appointment in advance, there should be a record..."

There was a trace of fatigue in the passenger's voice, probably because he didn't want to waste his energy worrying about this, so he did not reprimand Riho Yoshioka for his dereliction of duty.

He just raised his hand and glanced at the time, and then announced his name in a slightly impatient tone.

"My name is Honda Goshiyu, please check it out."

"Hi, please wait a moment."

Riho Yoshioka responded cautiously, and then quickly clicked the computer mouse with her fingers. Not long after, she found the reservation information of Honda Goshisuke.

"The room number you reserved is 406. This is your room card. Please take it. If you need anything, please inform us..."

The passenger nodded, ignored Yoshioka Riho, picked up the suitcase beside him, and walked quickly to the elevator.

Watching the passenger disappear at the elevator entrance, Riho Yoshioka couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: Fortunately, the other party didn't care. If he met someone with a bad temper, he would probably be scolded.

"Uncle Dongye, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble..."

With an apologetic smile on her face, Riho Yoshioka bowed solemnly to Uncle Higashino: She felt a little guilty for causing trouble to him.

"It's okay, just be more careful next time."

Uncle Dongye waved his hand, with a kind smile on his face, and said to her in a warning tone: "I actually don't mind, mainly because I'm afraid it will affect your work."

"After all, you come to the hotel to work part-time. If you are complained by a guest because of your negligence at work, you can easily be fired..."

After some serious instructions, Uncle Higashino quickly brought the topic to Nakamura Masahiro.

"Is that Nakamura Masahiro-san an idol? Or an actor? Why do you feel so attached to him?"

"He is a film director... However, I really like the songs he sings. I am his fan."

When Riho Yoshioka talked about Masahiro Nakamura, his face was filled with excitement and his eyes were filled with expectation and longing.

"He promised to give me an autograph, but unfortunately the autograph book at the front desk was taken away by someone..."