Tokyo Bubble Life

As the sky slowly brightened, Naoki Nagayama opened his eyes under the powerful biological clock in the bedroom of Yamazakuin.

 Last night I drank with Kadokawa Haruki, and then there was a transition. In the end, Nagayama Naoki himself was a little confused.

 In short, Kadokawa Haruki is indeed a strong rival when it comes to drinking.

Looking at Yotaro running in, Nagayama Naoki shook his slightly groggy head:

“It’s decided, Taro Ying, let’s go for a morning jog after a long time!”

Nagayama Naoki, who took Yotaro for a morning jog, exhaled bursts of white mist, as if he was a monk puffing away clouds of mist. Some people who meet him will look at each person and the dog with a look of "Is there something wrong with this person?"

After returning to Sanzakuin and washing off the light sweat, I felt refreshed all of a sudden.

This morning, Nagayama Naoki planned to go to the studio later. Over there, Yoshimura Otomo and Itou Shuichi also drank a lot last night. According to their age, they are probably still at home enjoying the sourness of a hangover. experience.

 After breakfast, Naoki Nagayama took out a complete copy of the novel "Tomorrow's My Date with Yesterday's You" from his study room, and planned to take it directly to Shogakukan today.

Nagayama Naoki, who went out in a windbreaker, slowly walked towards the Shogakukan, which was not too far away.

 It’s already February, and the weather in Tokyo is still cold, and there’s even a chance of snow.

Pedestrians on the street are all wearing thick down jackets or cotton coats, scarves and gloves are also necessary to protect themselves from the cold, and they are walking quickly towards their homes or companies under the cool morning sun.

As Naoki Nagayama walked, he observed the hurried pedestrians around him, and even felt a sense of detachment from the world.

“I used to work from nine to nine, but fortunately I don’t have to work a part-time job in this life.”

Ten minutes later, Nagayama Naoki arrived at his destination.

“The Shogakukan building looks like a coffin. I don’t know if it was designed.” Nagayama Naoki complained and opened the door.

"Welcome to Shogakukan, may I ask?" Mitsuko Nishihara at the front desk was busy typing something in. When she realized someone was coming, she subconsciously said a greeting, but the next moment, she recognized the person, "Naoki mulberry!"

“Morning, Mitsuko-san~” Nagayama Naoki greeted, “Are you alone today?”

“Hi, Reiki-chan is in the Materials Department.” Mitsuko Nishihara explained, and then immediately asked again, “Is Naoki-san here to see Editor Morikawa?”

 “Hi, is he there?”

"Private Marseille, Editor Morikawa seems to have been delayed by something today and hasn't arrived yet." Mitsuko Nishihara has not seen Kuniji Morikawa all morning. "Is Naoki-san anxious?"

“I’m not too anxious.” Nagayama Naoki thought for a while, but there was actually nothing important today.

"Hey, Naoki-san, please come to the reception room and take a rest first." Mitsuko Nishihara led Naoki Nagayama towards the reception room. "There is a car phone in Editor Morikawa's car. I'll make a call to confirm when he will be there." arrive"

 “That’s really troublesome, Photon-san~”

 “Silly tape, that’s what I should do”

Came to the reception room of Shogakukan again, Naoki Nagayama felt a little emotional. Three novels have been published in this reception room, but this reception room has not changed at all~

Naoki Nagayama skillfully picked up a literary journal from the nearby newspaper rack and started reading.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the reception room, and then the baby-faced editorial assistant Furuya Yuya walked in:

 “Zhi Shu Mulang!”

“Furuya-kun?” Naoki Nagayama was a little surprised.

“Hi, Morikawa-senpai’s car broke down, so he asked me to come and chat with Naoki-san first since he came late.” Yuya Furuya said a little shyly.

I still have a good impression of this rich second-generation Naoki Nagayama. After all, his autograph session at Keio University was well organized.

“Haha, thank you for your hard work, Furuya-kun~”

"Where is it~" Furuya Yuya shook his head, and then asked, "Naoki-san came to see Morikawa-senpai today?"

“Ah, it’s nothing serious.” Naoki Nagayama opened his backpack and took out the manuscript paper from the document bag. “It’s just that I have finished writing my new novel, and I just want Bunji-san to take a look at it.”

“Eh? New novel?” Yuya Furuya’s eyes widened. This was his first contact with a writer submitting a manuscript. “Didn’t I say that I just wrote the beginning when I visited during the New Year?”

“Haha, sometimes inspiration is very strange~” Naoki Nagayama could only laugh.

Yuya Furuya’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he said hesitantly: "Arnold Naoki-san, can you let me take a look?"

As expected, he is a rich second generation who is inexperienced in the world. He doesn’t know anything about human affairs. This is a manuscript for Morikawa Kunji. No one except the relevant personnel should be able to read it before publication.

 Otherwise, what should you do if someone with evil intentions plagiarizes it?

However, Nagayama Naoki looked at the opposite person’s eyes with pure curiosity, and coupled with what Morikawa Kuniji had hinted before, the guy opposite was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he would never covet this little publishing fee.

"Haha, there's nothing wrong with it." Nagayama Naoki handed the document bag over and said, "It's just a youth romance novel. I don't know if Furuya-kun likes it."

 “Hi, Arigado!”

Yuya Furuya happily took the document bag and saw the title of the novel - "Tomorrow's Me and Yesterday's You" written on the cover of the manuscript paper.

"What a strange name." After a thought flashed through his head, Yuya Furuya opened the cover and said, ".Omo Series~"

Kuniji Morikawa felt that he was really unlucky today. His car broke down not long after he went out. However, with his decades of driving experience, he could not find the reason.

 Hand had to call to find a tow truck

While waiting, I found out that the benchmark author under my name had found the company

 Ask your new assistant to accompany others, don’t let him feel neglected, and then find out when you arrive at the company

 “Yuya-kun, what are you doing.”

Kuniji Morikawa opened the door of the reception room, and the first thing he saw was Naoki Nagayama standing up and looking boredly at the scenery outside the window. The assistant he called to accompany him was actually sitting on a chair and looking at something intently. No knock on the door was heard.

"What am I doing?" Yuya Furuya didn't react for a moment, "I'm reading a novel."

Morikawa Kunji said helplessly: "Didn't I ask you to come and chat with Naoki-san?"

"Ah!" Furuya Yuya finally thought of his responsibility, stood up quickly and bowed to Nagayama Naoki, "Private Marseille, Naoki-san, I was fascinated for a moment."

“Naoki-san, I’m very sorry, I was delayed on the way.” Kuniji Morikawa also sincerely apologized, “I didn’t expect that this guy Yuya didn’t greet me well.”

Nagayama Naoki waved his hand: "Haha, it's okay."

Then he said to Yuya Furuya, who was very embarrassed next to him: "Furuya-san, speaking of which, when Kunji-san read my first novel, he looked exactly like you did~hahaha~"

 “Huh? Todoroki?” The young man looked at Kuniji Morikawa in surprise.

“Ahem~” The old editor Morikawa coughed strategically, and then looked at the manuscript paper on the table, “So, this is Naoki-san’s new novel?”

"Hi, the name of the novel is "Tomorrow's Me and Yesterday's You"." Naoki Nagayama nodded.

At this time, Furuya Yuya said excitedly: "Morikawa-senpai, this novel is very interesting. It tells the timeline of a couple."

 “Autumn bean sack! Stop!”

Kuniji Morikawa rushed to the side, pressed the young man against the wall, and covered Yuya Furuya's mouth with his hand. The sudden burst of speed even surprised Naoki Nagayama.

Seeing that Yuya Furuya was stopped, Kuniji Morikawa said with serious eyes:

“Yuya-kun, you have been in Shogakukan for so long, don’t you know such an important thing?”

  “No spoilers! This is the basic literacy for reading novels!!

If you tell this story, how can I continue to read it? ! The anticipation and excitement of reading a novel for the first time will be ruined! "

With his mouth covered, Furuya Yuya could only make a helpless whine and barely nod his head, looking towards Naoki Nagayama for help.

Nagayama Naoki quickly patted Morikawa Kuniji on the shoulder: "Kuniji-san, Furuya-kun must have learned a lesson. Let go, he can't even breathe!"

 “Woooo~” Furuya Yuya also nodded crazily.

Kuniji Morikawa then let go of his hand and regained his composure: "Private Marseille, I was a little rude just now."

 Leaving the baby-faced editorial assistant who was still a little frightened next to him was breathing heavily.

""Tomorrow's Me and Yesterday's You". Naoki-san's new novel, there will definitely be no problem!"

Kunji Morikawa quickly packed away the manuscript papers on the table.

"Naoki-san, if there are no major problems, we will still use the previous royalty standard of "Love in the Sky", 10% is already the highest level, but the first printing will be increased to 200,000 copies."

Since he was already a recipient of the Naoki Prize, Shogakukan had full confidence in Naoki Nagayama, and Kuniji Morikawa easily stated the condition of a first printing of 200,000 copies.

“Hi, I have no objection to this.” Naoki Nagayama nodded.

Kuniji Morikawa continued: "However, the pricing of the novel will have to wait for subsequent review."

Since it has been done three times, Naoki Nagayama is very familiar with this process. However, since he came in a hurry today, the Shogakukan side must not have prepared a contract, so after Naoki Nagayama knew the situation, he was ready to leave. Got:

 “Well, Morikawa-san, since the manuscript has been delivered, if there is nothing else to do”

“Wait a minute, Naoki-san!” Kuniji Morikawa suddenly thought of something, “Didn’t we talk about a variety show before?”

"Ah, that "Newspeak Buzzword Award"." Naoki Nagayama smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

“It just so happens that our editor-in-chief Matsui Tsutomu is here. After telling him about your idea last time, he was very interested.” Kuniji Morikawa invited Naoki Nagayama to the editor-in-chief’s office to chat with the editor-in-chief.

Nagayama Naoki naturally agreed, but on the way he kept having an idea in his mind.

“Chief editor-in-chief Matsui Moshi? Were you not the editor-in-chief before and were you promoted again?”

In Sekota's mansion, Fukasaku Kinji was receiving Ishikawa Fumio. Fukasaku Kinji folded the newspaper and said:

“The nomination lists for the Academy Awards and the Blue Ribbon Film Awards are out. Is Love Letter actually nominated for almost every award?”

Ishikawa Fumio nodded helplessly: "Yes, they seem to want to win all the awards."

 “Hahaha” Fukasaku Kinji suddenly laughed.

“Why is Director Fukasaku laughing?” Fumio Ishikawa asked in confusion.

"I laugh at Naoki Nagayama and Shuichi Itou! Should I say they are too greedy?" Fukasaku Kinji said disdainfully, "If you focus on one or two awards, they are still very competitive. If you want them all, , then it will definitely not be possible!"

“The jury cannot let one film take all the awards!”

"They also have "High School" and "Midnight Ring", Fumio Ishikawa said next to him.

Hearing this familiar name, Fukasaku Kinji's face froze: ""Midnight Ring"? What's the praise for this movie? It's just an ordinary horror movie."

Ishikawa Fumio listened silently, mentally complaining: "I obviously scared you like that, or is it just normal?"

“Also, didn’t President Tanaka Tomoyuki promise to stop the selection of “The Ring”?” Fukasaku Kinji glared at Fumio Ishikawa.

Ishikawa Fumio didn't panic at all: "Hi, so this time "The Ring" is judged for a small award, the Best Topic Award. After all, this movie has brought many shadows to the audience and made many people afraid of television. Such ordinary household appliances.”

Fumio Ishikawa who was talking turned around and discovered that there was no TV in Fukasaku Kinji's bedroom. How boring would it be for an old man lying in bed without a TV?

 Sure enough, it must be a psychological shadow!

Fukasaku Kinji didn't notice Ishikawa Fumio's little move, and snorted and said: "Such a small award is also an award. If you ask me, "Midnight Ring" should not appear on the nomination list!"

Ishikawa Fumio did not argue with the old man, but said:

"What Director Fukasaku and Chairman Tanaka mean is that there needs to be more support for "Snow". From the current news, there is basically no problem with "Narayama Festival" being the best movie, and "Antarctic Story" Ken Takakura has roughly decided on the Best Actor award, but for Best Director and Best Actress, the competition between "The Mysterious Case of Tiancheng Mountain" and "Snow" is fierce."

"In addition, in terms of the Best Screenplay Award, "Love Letter" has a great advantage!"

 “Huh? Best screenwriter? Why?”

"Because "Narayama Setsuka" and "Antarctic Story" are adapted from real stories. "Love Letter" is adapted from a novel." Ishikawa Fumio said the reason.

 “But, "Snow" is also adapted from a novel?"

“But “Fair Snow” was already written decades ago, so it’s not as popular as “Love Letter”.”

"How could this be?" Fukasaku Xinji's expression changed, and he muttered, "A good book is a book that has gone through time. Today's books are too shallow and I don't know how to appreciate them."

 Ishikawa Fumio listened to his complaints and did not say a word. After all, the director in front of him was almost 60 years old. When they were young decades ago, they naturally liked to read old novels.

"Also, Director Fukasaku, it seems that there are many forces competing among the judges. Originally, there were only film production companies and other related film and television factions, but this time, even consortiums, publishing houses, and even some gangsters participated in the selection. "Shadow"

 “Is it so complicated this time?”

“Hi, so until the final result comes out, everything is uncertain.” Ishikawa Fumio confirmed, “That’s why President Tanaka wants to make more preparations.”

Fukasaku Kinji thought for a while and nodded: "I will find some old friends again."

 “Thank you so much~”

After continuing to say some pleasantries, Fumio Ishikawa heard the door open, and Sanae Nakahara, the wife of Kinji Fukasaku, came in carrying a plate.

 “Dad, take your medicine”

“It’s this tonic again!” Kinji Fukasaku said unhappily, “Eat, eat, eat. After taking it for so long, I feel my body is getting worse and worse!”

"This is the component of the medicine that is destroying the lesions in the body. It will naturally have some impact on the body." Nakahara Sanae explained calmly, and nodded slightly towards Ishikawa Fumio, "Drink it quickly, you will be fine after drinking it. !”

Fukasaku Kinji took a few sips with an unhappy look on his face, and angrily threw the half-empty bowl on the tray:

 “It tastes terrible! I won’t drink it anymore!”

“How could you, an old man, do this!” Sanae Nakahara seemed to be angry, “This is what I worked so hard for!”

 “I won’t drink if I say I won’t drink!”

Fukasaku Kinji actually didn’t really believe in this nourishing decoction. What’s more, his body was getting weaker and weaker during this period. At this time, his temper became irritable, like a troubled child.

"you!"

Sanae Nakahara watched Kinji Fukasaku ignore her and continued talking to Fumio Ishikawa, and could only put away the medicine bowl angrily.

 Ishikawa Fumio didn't think much about it. It's normal for old couples to bicker.

 So after continuing to chat with Fukasaku Kinji in the bedroom for a while, he was ready to leave:

“Director Fukasaku, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave~”

“Well, please rest assured, President Tanaka, I will work harder.” Kinji Fukasaku said, “We must not let Nagayama Naoki’s “Love Letter” win the award!”

 “Hmm~”

 I really wanted to get up and leave, but Ishikawa Fumio saw Nakahara Sanae walking in again carrying a medicine bowl, which contained half a bowl of medicinal soup.

She walked to the bed and handed the bowl over, her face calm and firm:

“You bad old man, you just haven’t finished half of the bowl, drink it quickly!”

Fukasaku Kinji was furious: "Didn't I tell you not to drink?!"

"This is the result of other people's hard work! Are you just going to waste it like this? Besides, the doctor said you must drink a bowl of it every day! Otherwise, the previous treatment will be in vain! Hurry, while it's hot!"

“I told you not to drink!” Fukasaku Kinji shouted excitedly.

Sanae Nakahara's expression became increasingly ugly. She seemed to be thinking a lot, and then she pointed toward the window: "Look there, there is a UFO!"

Fukasaku Kinji and Ishikawa Fumio subconsciously turned their heads, only to find a clear sky outside the window.

Then Ishikawa Fumio saw Nakahara Sanae holding Fukasaku Kinji's head with her right hand, and then quickly and accurately handed the medicine bowl to his mouth with her right hand, opened his mouth, and poured it in all at once!

Fukasaku Kinji was coughing after being poured in, but a mouthful of the decoction had already entered his throat, so he could only say angrily:

 “Oh no! Do you want to murder your husband?!”

"Who told you not to drink!" Nakahara Sanae regained her virtuous appearance and bowed slightly towards Ishikawa Fumio, "Private Marseille, I was just rude. My husband has been as tempered as a child recently."

Ishikawa Fumio waved his hands repeatedly: "Ahaha, I didn't see anything. If it's okay, I'll leave first!"

 After saying that, he ran away in a panic.

Fukasaku Kinji coughed for a long time before he recovered, and yelled at his wife: "You guy, I tell you, I won't drink anymore! Even if you force me to drink it this time, I won't drink it again!"

 “I will definitely resist with all my strength when you feed me!!”

Sanae Nakahara looked calm, looked at her husband and said:

“You can’t move anyway. If you don’t drink next time, then I will drink it first and hold your hands down.”

 Then feed it to you mouth to mouth! ! "

　　Fukasaku Kinji was frightened by this statement and glanced at the wrinkled face of the old woman.

“That’s all. It’s just a bowl of nourishing soup.”

 “I’ll just drink it!”