My Name is Hiroshi Nohara, Star of Neon Film and Television!

Chapter 261: Kamiki Shunsuke's Panic, Provoking the Real Boss?!

In the top-floor training room of Kirin Talent Agency in the center of Tokyo Metropolis, the lights were brightly lit.

The smooth floor reflected the spotlights on the ceiling. Over a dozen idol trainees in uniform training clothes stood obediently in two rows, their heads lowered deeply, not even daring to breathe loudly.

With his hands tucked in the pockets of his expensive custom-made suit pants and stepping in limited-edition leather shoes, Kamiki Shunsuke paced back and forth in front of the trainees.

He was only 22 years old this year, but relying on a bit of good looks and the strong promotion of Kirin Agency, he had gained some fame in the idol circle. At this moment, facing these new trainees who had just entered the industry, his face was full of undisguised arrogance and meanness.

"Raise your heads!" Kamiki Shunsuke suddenly stopped, his voice as sharp as nails scratching glass. "Each of you looks like frostbitten eggplants. Haven't you eaten? Or do you know you're fundamentally not cut out to be an idol and should get lost early on!"

The trainees were so frightened that they hurriedly raised their heads, their eyes full of panic.

Among them, a petite girl, out of nervousness, unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, which was exactly seen by Kamiki Shunsuke.

"You!" Kamiki Shunsuke pointed his finger at her, the malice in his tone almost overflowing. "What's your name? How old are you?"

The girl's voice trembled with fear: "S-Senior Kamiki, my name is Fujisa Mai. I'm 18 this year."

"Fujisa Mai?" Kamiki Shunsuke sneered, circled around her, looking her up and down. "Looking so ordinary, with an average figure, who gave you the courage to become an idol? I think you should just go home early and get married, rather than wasting the agency's resources here!"Fujisa Mai's face instantly turned bright red. Tears welled up in her eyes but she didn't dare let them fall.

The trainees nearby were also too scared to breathe loudly, and no one dared to step forward to speak up for her.

Kamiki Shunsuke seemed to enjoy this feeling of controlling others' emotions very much. He pointed to another boy wearing glasses: "And you! Wearing glasses like a nerd. What an idol needs is charm, not the ability to be a bookworm! Take off your glasses tomorrow. If your eyesight is bad, go get surgery! Otherwise, pack up and leave!"

The boy quickly nodded: "Yes, Senior Kamiki. I'll go get contact lenses tomorrow!"

"Contact lenses?" Kamiki Shunsuke raised an eyebrow, his tone even harsher. "Who told you to wear contact lenses? I told you to get surgery! Can't you understand human language? Or do you think my words are not important?"

The boy turned pale with fright and quickly corrected himself: "Yes, I will book the surgery this weekend!"

Kamiki Shunsuke then snorted in satisfaction and continued his lecture: "I'm telling you, once you enter Kirin Agency, you have to listen to my words! I am your senior, and what I say is the rule! If I tell you to go east, you cannot go west;

if I tell you to stay up late to train, you cannot rest early!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over every trainee present, his tone carrying a threat: "Don't think that signing the contract makes everything fine! If you dare to disobey me, or play petty tricks behind my back, I have plenty of ways to make it impossible for you to survive in this circle! At that time, not only will you not earn money, but you will also be scolded by the entire internet. Weigh it yourselves!"

A slightly bolder boy asked softly: "Senior Kamiki, we... we want to know what conditions are needed to become an idol like you? We will work hard."

"Work hard?" Kamiki Shunsuke seemed to have heard a massive joke and burst into laughter, his laughter full of mockery. "What's the use of working hard? In this circle, looking good, knowing how to please seniors, and being obedient are the most important! Let me tell you, I didn't get my current status by working hard!"

He leaned close to the boy, lowered his voice, his tone vicious: "Remember my words: speak less, do more, and put me first in everything! If I tell you to accompany guests for drinks, you cannot refuse;

if I tell you to take the blame, you have to carry it! Otherwise, I'll make you roll out the same way you came in!"

There was a dead silence in the training room, only Kamiki Shunsuke's voice echoing.

The trainees' faces were full of fear and grievance, but no one dared to retort.

They all knew that Kamiki Shunsuke was the "favorite" of the agency's President, Sato Tokugawa. He held immense power in the agency, and offending him would really mean being completely blacklisted.

Looking at the trembling appearance of the trainees, the pent-up anger in Kamiki Shunsuke's heart was finally vented a bit.

Recently, Nohara Hiroshi had been in the limelight too much. Not only was each of his works more popular than the last, but he had also been promoted to Level 2 Director, concurrently serving as Deputy Bureau Chief of Kanto TV. Even the Cabinet praised him profusely. This made Kamiki Shunsuke, who was extremely jealous, feel very uncomfortable.

He couldn't do anything to Nohara Hiroshi, so he could only vent his anger on these trainees.

"Alright, that's it for today!" Kamiki Shunsuke waved his hand impatiently. "Assemble here at six o'clock sharp tomorrow morning for training. Anyone who is one second late will be punished by running ten kilometers! Also, keep everything I said today in your hearts. Don't make me repeat it a second time!"

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back, leaving behind a group of traumatized trainees.

As he walked out of the training room, the meanness on Kamiki Shunsuke's face restrained slightly, but the viciousness in his eyes did not diminish at all.

Kamiki Shunsuke's exclusive dressing room was located on the third floor of the agency. It was luxuriously decorated and filled with various brand-name cosmetics and luxury goods.

As soon as he walked in, his manager, Yamashita Yuichi, immediately greeted him holding a cup of iced coffee at just the right temperature.

"Kamiki-kun, you've worked hard! Lecturing for so long, quickly drink some coffee to moisten your throat." Yamashita Yuichi piled a flattering smile on his face, his tone full of sycophancy. "I heard your voice outside just now. Those trainees are too ignorant to make you spend so much effort."

Kamiki Shunsuke took the coffee, took a sip, leaned comfortably back on the sofa, put his legs up on the dressing table, and spoke proudly: "A bunch of rookies who haven't seen the world. If I don't give them a harsh lesson, they won't know the rules at all! Did you see it too? Didn't I look especially like a senior just now? They were all so scared by me that they didn't dare to make a sound. How satisfying!"

Yamashita Yuichi quickly nodded and gave a thumbs up: "Of course! Kamiki-kun, you are now the pillar of the agency, those rookies should be properly disciplined! You were simply too handsome just now, both majestic and imposing. Even I couldn't help but worship you!"

"Hmph, that's more like it." Kamiki Shunsuke proudly raised his chin. "In this agency, aside from President Sato, people should listen to me. If those trainees are smart and follow me well, they might have a chance to succeed;

if they aren't smart, I have plenty of ways to deal with them."

Yamashita Yuichi leaned closer to him and said with a smile: "Kamiki-kun, you are absolutely right! But speaking of which, your resources have been really good recently. Next month's magazine cover and the movie collaborating with a famous director, these are opportunities that others would fight tooth and nail for but still can't get. This shows how much President Sato values you, and it's also the result of your own hard work!"

At the mention of Sato Tokugawa, a hint of a proud smile appeared on Kamiki Shunsuke's face.

He knew that his current status was inseparable from Sato Tokugawa's strong promotion.

Although he didn't like that fat and rude man, for the sake of resources and fame, he could only swallow his anger.

"That's natural." Kamiki Shunsuke's tone was arrogant. "I'm so talented and handsome, so it's only right that I get these resources. Unlike some people who rely on filming boring documentaries and manga to actually become popular. There really is no justice."

Yamashita Yuichi knew he was talking about Nohara Hiroshi, and quickly agreed: "You're right! Someone like Nohara Hiroshi isn't fit to be mentioned in the same breath as you! The stuff he films are just unpresentable things. Unlike you, the movies you film and the magazines you appear on are all high-end, atmospheric, and classy!"

Kamiki Shunsuke felt even more comfortable hearing this.

He had always been jealous of Nohara Hiroshi, feeling that Nohara Hiroshi had no real skills and was just lucky. Especially after Nohara Hiroshi was promoted to Level 2 Director, his fame grew greater and greater, even surpassing his own. This made the fire of jealousy within him burn ever brighter.

"Hmph, good luck can't feed you forever." Kamiki Shunsuke sneered coldly. "I heard that his recently filmed 'A Bite of Neon,' although it has some buzz, is just small-scale playing around. Once my new movie is released, it will definitely overshadow him and let everyone know who the real star is!"

Yamashita Yuichi quickly nodded: "That's for sure! Kamiki-kun, your new movie is a major production with a famous director and a luxurious cast. The box office will definitely be a massive hit! By then, your fame will surely rise to the next level, and Nohara Hiroshi won't be your match at all!"

The more Kamiki Shunsuke listened, the happier he became, and the smile on his face grew ever more radiant.

He picked up the mirror on the table, admired his own face, and proudly declared: "You're right. Since I am so outstanding, I will definitely surpass Nohara Hiroshi. By then, everyone in Japan will know my name and worship me!"

Looking at his boastful appearance, Yamashita Yuichi sighed secretly in his heart.

Kamiki Shunsuke had a terrible personality and strong jealousy.

But who made him Sato Tokugawa's "favorite"? He could only flatter him carefully and didn't dare to be the slightest bit negligent.

'Ring ring ring——'

Just as Kamiki Shunsuke and Yamashita Yuichi were chatting happily, the phone in Kamiki Shunsuke's pocket suddenly rang.

The ringtone broke the tranquility of the dressing room and interrupted Kamiki Shunsuke's complacency.

Kamiki Shunsuke frowned. He pulled out the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and his expression changed slightly.

He gave Yamashita Yuichi a look, signaling him to leave.

Yamashita Yuichi quickly and tactfully said: "Kamiki-kun, answer the call first. I'll go outside and check tomorrow's itinerary." Saying that, he quickly walked out of the dressing room and closed the door behind him.

Only then did Kamiki Shunsuke answer the phone, his tone impatient: "Hello, what is it? Didn't I tell you not to call me unless it's important?"

A panicked voice came from the other end of the phone. It was the leader of the delinquent gang he had previously hired: "Big bro Kamiki, I'm sorry to bother you! But something is a bit wrong. I must report it to you!"

Kamiki Shunsuke's frown deepened: "What is it? Is it about Nohara Hiroshi's Future Comic Club? I told you guys to teach them a lesson and let them know my power!"

"No, big bro Kamiki." The voice on the other end was even more flustered. "We... we went to find fault at Future Comic Club yesterday, but we didn't succeed, and almost had an accident!"

Kamiki Shunsuke's heart skipped a beat, and his tone instantly became severe: "Didn't succeed? How could you not succeed? Didn't you say there would be no problem? A bunch of trash! What exactly happened?"

"Big bro Kamiki, listen to me." The delinquent leader hurriedly explained. "Yesterday, we followed your orders to go to Future Comic Club to collect protection money, and even pushed over their easels. Originally, everything was going smoothly. But just as we were about to make a move, a man wearing a yellow suit and sunglasses suddenly appeared. He looked particularly fierce, like a yakuza boss!"

"Yakuza boss?" Kamiki Shunsuke was stunned. "What yakuza boss? How could Nohara Hiroshi know someone like that? Did you see wrong?"

"Absolutely didn't see wrong!" The delinquent leader's tone was assertive. "That man was slightly plump and had a particularly strong aura. The moment we caught his eye, we were too scared to speak. He asked what we were doing, and we said collecting protection money. He didn't say an extra word, simply glared at us, and our legs turned to jelly. We quickly ran away!"

Kamiki Shunsuke's face became somewhat ugly: "That's it? You guys are way too useless, aren't you? A stranger glared at you and you ran away? I paid you so much money, and this is how you handle things?"

"No, big bro Kamiki!" the delinquent leader hurriedly defended himself. "That man is truly extraordinary! We inquired about him later. Someone said he's the boss of a certain yakuza organization, has human lives on his hands, and is extremely ruthless! We are just a regular delinquent gang, normally just collecting protection money and getting into fights. How could we dare to provoke such a murderous character who doesn't bat an eye?"

"Murder?" Kamiki Shunsuke's voice instantly rose, his face showing a look of disbelief. "You say he murdered people? Real or fake? Don't try to scare me!"

"It's true, big bro Kamiki!" The delinquent leader's tone carried a hint of crying. "Someone in our circle knows him. They said he was extremely famous in the underworld before. Later, for some unknown reason, he retired and opened a kindergarten as its principal. But his prestige remains, and people in the underworld still wouldn't dare to provoke him! If we oppose him again, we might not even know how we'll die!"

The hand Kamiki Shunsuke used to hold the phone began to tremble, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He just wanted to cause some trouble for Nohara Hiroshi to vent his jealousy, and never expected it to involve the yakuza, let alone murder.

Although he was arrogant and domineering, in his bones, he was actually very cowardly and fundamentally didn't dare to provoke such a ruthless character.

"A-Are you sure he knows Nohara Hiroshi?" Kamiki Shunsuke's voice was slightly trembling.

"Certain!" the delinquent leader said. "We saw him chatting very familiarly with Nohara Hiroshi and his girlfriend. Nohara Hiroshi even called him Mr. Takakura. They seemed to have a very good relationship. That yakuza boss is definitely Nohara Hiroshi's backer!"

Kamiki Shunsuke fell silent, both shocked and afraid in his heart.

He never imagined that Nohara Hiroshi, who appeared so refined and polite, would actually know such a ruthless yakuza boss. Now he was in colossal trouble. Not only did he fail to cause trouble for Nohara Hiroshi, but he might also have brought disaster upon himself.

"Big bro Kamiki, regarding this matter..." the delinquent leader asked cautiously.

Kamiki Shunsuke took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He knew that he absolutely couldn't provoke Nohara Hiroshi again right now, otherwise, if that yakuza boss got serious, he wouldn't be able to bear the consequences at all.

"Forget it, forget it!" Kamiki Shunsuke's tone was rushed. "For now, don't go provoke Nohara Hiroshi anymore, and don't go making trouble at Future Comic Club! Whoever that Takakura is, absolutely don't go provoke him either! Just pretend this never happened, hear me?"

"Understood! Understood!" The delinquent leader quickly promised. "We absolutely won't go provoke them again! Big bro Kamiki, then our previous payment..."

"You won't be shorted on your payment!" Kamiki Shunsuke said impatiently. "I'll have my manager transfer it to you tomorrow! Alright, stop calling me, and don't look for me if anything happens!"

After speaking, he hastily hung up the phone and threw it on the table.

Dead silence returned to the dressing room. Kamiki Shunsuke leaned on the sofa, his face pale, with more and more cold sweat on his forehead.

He looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, his heart filled with dread and unease.

He never thought that merely trying to vent his jealousy would actually cause such a massive problem.

That yakuza boss named Takakura Bunta became a shadow in his heart.

At this moment, he no longer possessed any of his previous complacency and arrogance, leaving only utter fear.

He even began to regret—regret being impulsive and provoking Nohara Hiroshi.

However, what's done was done, and regrets were useless.

Kamiki Shunsuke could only pray in his heart, hoping that the yakuza boss wouldn't come looking for trouble with him, and also hoping that Nohara Hiroshi wouldn't retaliate against him because of this incident.

(Chapter Ends)