Chapter 8: After The Hangover
The next morning, Hiroshi Nohara clutched his head and crawled up from the tatami: “Ugh, my head hurts so much.”
“Who told you to drink so much yesterday?”
From the kitchen, a graceful figure in an apron puffed out her cheeks and walked out, one hand holding a pot spatula, the other on her slim waist, pouting her small mouth discontentedly: “Go take a bath quickly. Last night you were all stinky and still wanted to kiss me. You were so smelly!”
Hiroshi Nohara sobered up, looking at the tall graceful figure with her hands on her waist, and couldn’t help but show a bitter smile: “I’m really sorry about last night.”
That was Misae Nohara.
But regarding Hiroshi Nohara’s apology, Misae Nohara pouted her small mouth and turned toward the kitchen. As hot oil met water with a ‘sizzle sizzle’ sound, she said very discontentedly: “Hmph! Hiroshi-kun, you should know that last night, you did something even more detestable, even more detestable!”
“What?” Hiroshi Nohara got up from the tatami and walked toward the bathroom, planning to wash up.
But Misae didn’t answer.
While making omelet rice in the kitchen, her fair and cute face blushed slightly, and she subconsciously puffed out her chest.
The hand that reached out last night and the words said during the kiss about making her happy still seemed to linger in Misae’s ears, making her feel that the peak of life was nothing more than this sweetness.
But as the force from that hand increased and Misae felt sore and numb, everything ended with the appearance of that snoring sound.
It really kept Misae from sleeping well last night!
“Detestable! Detestable, detestable!”
Misae looked at the omelet rice being made, so she took out the small sausages prepared beforehand from the side, with no mood to cut them into octopus shapes.
Instead, she picked up the kitchen knife and chopped several times with ‘kachak kachak’.
The small sausages turned into slices on the cutting board.
“Hee hee!”
Misae suddenly bit her lower lip lightly and revealed a mischievous smile.
Hiroshi Nohara, who had just come out of the bathroom after washing his face, brushing his teeth, and simply shaving his stubble, looking neat and tidy, saw it and felt a slight chill on his back.
“What’s wrong, Misae?” So Hiroshi Nohara walked over and hugged Misae’s slim waist from behind.
Feeling this most adorable height difference and her youthful, vibrant figure.
He couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
“Misae…”
“You smell so good!”
Hiroshi Nohara couldn’t help but bury his head between Misae’s neck, letting his lips gently kiss her crystal-clear earlobe, and sighed ambiguously in her ear.
This directly made Misae’s legs go weak, her whole body tremble slightly, and her face and ears heat up.
“E-eat first.” Misae bit her pink lips and spoke.
“Sure.”
Hiroshi Nohara felt the absolute advantage brought by his age of just turning 20, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: “But what you eat first is up to me.”
……
Tokyo Television Station, Production Bureau.
Suzuki’s Classroom.
“Morning, Nohara-kun!” Yō Kitagawa, as the office assistant, arrived in the classroom first and was diligently working with a broom.
Seeing Hiroshi Nohara also come to the classroom, she greeted him.
But when greeting, she was a bit suspicious.
This Nohara-kun…
Why does he seem so fatigued?
“Morning, Kitagawa-san.” Hiroshi Nohara responded, then slowly sat down at his seat holding his waist, leaned back on the chair back, thinking about Misae’s voracious eating this morning— she ate sausages twice just from hunger— he felt melancholy.
His heart was filled with a sense of not being able to keep up.
Of course, this was probably also related to drinking a lot last night and having a bad hangover state all night.
Yes, it must be like that.
Then while Hiroshi Nohara was resting, Hoshi Minamimura and Roji Hase, these two young people, also walked over.
They greeted each other.
Then they stared at each other, waiting for Section Chief Suzuki Kiyoto to arrive.
“Why hasn’t Section Chief Suzuki come today?” Yō Kitagawa curiously checked the time and found it was past the normal start of work.
“Also, Deputy Section Chief Hashishita hasn’t come either.” Hoshi Minamimura was equally puzzled.
“What happened?” Roji Hase was also baffled.
This was very strange.
You know, whether Suzuki Kiyoto or Ichiro Hashishita, both were people who respected rules very much.
This was also related to Ichiro Hashishita being personally promoted by Suzuki Kiyoto from one of the four sub-stations under Tokyo Television Station, as his trusted subordinate.
The two had very similar personalities.
Both very steady.
Not coming to the office at the normal start time was simply outrageous!
“Could it be that Section Chief Suzuki and Deputy Section Chief Hashishita ran into something?” Hoshi Minamimura pursed his lips, his face awkward.
Whether Roji Hase, Yō Kitagawa, or Hiroshi Nohara who opened his eyes with a stunned expression, they were all a bit dumbfounded and speechless.
“Forget it, why don’t we start working first.” After a while, Hoshi Minamimura sighed: “At least complete the work first.”
Coming to work is the most important.
After all, yesterday Section Chief Suzuki had already arranged their respective work content, so they could just start working according to the arrangement today.
Plus with Hiroshi Nohara’s suggestion, they could make animation using the slideshow method.
The drawing boards were ready-made.
With slight modifications, they could quickly produce it.
So following Hoshi Minamimura’s suggestion, he and Roji Hase, the only two employees actually working, quickly got into the work.
Hiroshi Nohara also provided suggestions and guidance from the side.
How An Shizhi was made in the Neon of the previous life.
Just make it the same way now!
Standing on the shoulders of Neon’s film and television industry from the previous life, still the mature broad shoulders of the 21st century, for this parallel world’s Neon in the 1990s.
It was simply a dimensional reduction strike!
“Sugoi! Sugoi!”
“Yoshi! Yoshi!”
Hoshi Minamimura and Roji Hase sighed while quickly hand-drawing the initial version of the animation based on Hiroshi Nohara’s drawing board content and guidance.
This is called hand-drawing.
Now Neon’s animation production in the 90s was already quite mature.
How to use hand-drawn single-frame drawings, link them together to form frames per second, and merge with computer technology to form animation films.
Originally, this was a high-density, tedious hand-drawn animation production.
And quite cumbersome and boring.
But the slideshow mode proposed by Hiroshi Nohara completely simplified this animation production method, instead having a bit of a retro feel.
Therefore, it was very simple to produce.
Plus Hiroshi Nohara’s drawing board itself had completed the script plot, the settings were comprehensive, the manga already had storyboards and compositions done, even the coloring was decided.
They just needed to follow Hiroshi Nohara’s drawing board, repeat and repeat to form fairly coherent animation.
Simple to the point of being outrageous!
After all, compared to animation production of 16 or 24 frames per second, which means 16 or 24 hand-drawn frames per second in complexity.
Now, it was basically one frame every two or three seconds.
In other words, one drawing every two or three seconds.
How could it not be simple?
“So amazing, I bet we can finish the first episode of An Shizhi before the end of work today!” Yō Kitagawa also sighed.
But at this moment, it was just ten o’clock in the morning.
Suzuki Kiyoto walked in with a gloomy face.
Ichiro Hashishita followed behind him.
“Section Chief!”
Everyone present stood up to greet him, while looking puzzled at the gloomy-faced Suzuki Kiyoto and the equally bad-faced Ichiro Hashishita behind him.
Not knowing what happened.
“How’s the production going?” Suzuki Kiyoto came to the side of Hoshi Minamimura and Roji Hase who were making hand-drawns.
Looking at the hand-drawns they produced, he nodded in satisfaction, and the gloom on his face improved a lot: “Your hand-drawns are very good. Be sure to be careful when coloring later.”
“Yes! Section Chief!” Hoshi Minamimura and Roji Hase responded solemnly.
“Nohara-kun.” Suzuki Kiyoto looked at Hiroshi Nohara.
“Here!” Hiroshi Nohara responded immediately.
“Come to my office.” Suzuki Kiyoto pursed his lips and slowly exhaled a stifled breath from his nostrils. For this fierce general who could turn defeat into victory for him, his mood was much better now.
When pushing open the door of his office and letting Hiroshi Nohara in, he said to his trusted subordinate.
Also equivalent to his disciple, Ichiro Hashishita: “You too, keep it up.”
“I understand, Section Chief!” Ichiro Hashishita nodded seriously, sat down to understand the production progress, and joined in.
But his face still looked preoccupied.
“Section Chief Suzuki, did you… run into something?” Under Suzuki Kiyoto’s indication, Hiroshi Nohara closed the door.
Seeing Suzuki Kiyoto’s still unpleasant face, he asked caringly.
“Mm.” Suzuki Kiyoto didn’t want to hide it from him, so suppressing his expression, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth: “Ichiro Hashishita’s promotion to third-class director was rejected, and your An Shizhi copyright procurement was also cut by twenty percent.”
