sinovels Chapter 140 Kissing Scene Instructions
Chapter 140 Kissing Scene Instructions
Chapter 140 Kissing Scene Instructions (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
In late May, the rainy season in Tokyo seemed to have arrived early.
In the light drizzle, Kitahara Shin stood in front of an old building in Roppongi.
This is a six-story commercial building with some of the exterior tiles peeling off and the signboard at the entrance crooked. Among the surrounding high-rise buildings that are still barely maintaining a decent appearance, it looks particularly shabby.
But in Kitahara Shin's eyes, this was a gold mine waiting to be developed.
"President, isn't this investment a bit too aggressive?"
Ota stood beside him, holding an umbrella, his brow furrowed, his tone filled with deep worry: "This is 1992. The news reports daily about plummeting land prices; those once arrogant real estate developers are now lining up to sell at a loss. Yesterday I even heard that a company president ran away overnight because he couldn't repay his loans. At this critical juncture, we're throwing all the cash flow we've painstakingly accumulated through acting and film fees, even the money Akina-san and Izumi-san entrusted to you for investment—"
Da Tian glanced at the somewhat dilapidated building in front of him and said in a low voice, "This is like catching a flying knife."
It's not just Da Tian who thinks this way.
The real estate agent standing opposite, all smiles and desperately trying to sell, was secretly overjoyed.
In this day and age, are there still such fools who don't know what's good for them?
The agent wiped the sweat from his brow while stealing glances at Kitahara Shin with the look of someone who thought, "Come on in, you rich fool!" He inwardly scoffed.
As expected of an actor in the entertainment industry, completely ignorant of economics. Did he think having some cash on hand meant he could buy anything at rock-bottom prices? The bubble has already burst; anyone buying real estate is now carrying a mountain of debt. This building is a hot potato; the previous owner went bankrupt and was liquidated. Who would have thought they could fool this big star into taking it over?
Although he considered Kitahara Shin to be a complete novice when it came to economics, his smile was brighter than the hydrangeas of the season: "President Kitahara has such a keen eye! A truly unique eye! This location is the future core area of Roppongi!"
Although the current economic climate is a bit volatile, if we can weather this storm, this will definitely be a goldmine! Only a powerful figure like yourself would dare to take such action!
Kitahara Shin looked at the agent's hypocritical face, smiled faintly, and did not expose the other party's ulterior motives.
Of course he knew what these people were thinking.
The bursting of the bubble and the halving of land prices are indeed a disaster for ordinary people caught in the middle of this era.
But for him, who has a vision for the future and a huge amount of cash at his disposal, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Although this building looks dilapidated now, its location is excellent. In the next twenty years, this will become the most expensive entertainment heartland in Tokyo.
"Sign it."
Kitahara Shin took the pen from Ota and opened the thick house purchase contract.
At that moment, the agent's hands were trembling, afraid that the big star would suddenly realize his mistake and change his mind.
"Swish, swish, swish.
The name was signed, and the matter was settled.
Only after the contracts were swapped did the agent breathe a sigh of relief, looking at Kitahara Shin as if he were a spendthrift.
"Cash flow is just going to rot if you leave it unused; you might as well use it to invest in the future."
After signing, Kitahara Shin closed the folder, looked up at the building that now belonged to him, and a hint of undisguised ambition flashed in his eyes: "Ota, don't worry. I'll make back Akina and Izumi's money, with interest."
He pointed to the building, his tone calm yet firm: "From now on, this will be the new headquarters of Kitahara's office. I will transform it into the top entertainment company in all of Japan—the basement will be a top-notch recording studio, the first floor will be a reception hall, and the second and third floors will be rehearsal rooms and screening rooms."
"Our goal is no longer to be just a talent agency that makes a living by promoting one or two artists."
Kitahara Shin turned around and looked at Ota, who was still somewhat stunned: "What I want to build is an entertainment empire with independent production capabilities and the power to control the narrative in this industry."
Da Tian listened to his company president's calm yet arrogant words.
He looked at Kitahara Shin's resolute back, then glanced at the huge contract in his hand that had already taken effect.
As a partner, although he felt this move was too risky, he also knew that since following this man, when had they not been walking a tightrope? And every time, this man had won.
"————Alright then."
Da Tian regained his capable demeanor and said no more: "Since you have made your decision, I will have someone start working on the budget plan for the renovation and reconstruction as soon as I get back."
"Just don't make us lose so much money that we have to sleep under bridges."
Having resolved the major problem of "real estate," Kitahara Nobuyuki was in a good mood.
Instead of returning to his office, he drove directly to a small theater in Shinjuku.
Nanako Matsushima is here.
Ever since I lent her that "Muse's Confused Hairband," the girl's acting skills have indeed improved a bit.
Although he's still that big guy who gets nervous easily, at least he dares to move on stage now, unlike before when he was so wooden.
Kitahara Shin parked the car and slipped into the rehearsal hall through the back door with practiced ease.
The rehearsal hall was dimly lit, with only one light on the stage.
Several actors were rehearsing their lines, but he didn't see Nanako.
After scanning around, they finally found her in a corner piled with clutter.
Nanako was squatting on the ground, her two iconic long legs tucked together in a pitiful manner, holding the script in her hands, her whole face almost scrunched up like a bitter gourd.
She was still wearing that headband and muttering to herself, seemingly struggling with some difficult part of the script.
"What kind of emotions should be conveyed here?"
She scratched her head, looking utterly dejected.
Seeing her clumsy yet earnest demeanor, Kitahara Shin suddenly felt like playing a trick on him.
He moved quietly, like a cat, and silently circled behind her.
Then, seize the right opportunity.
"Snapped!"
He patted her shoulders heavily with both hands.
"ah-!!!"
Nanako was so startled that she jumped up from the ground, the script in her hand flew out of her hand, her beautiful big eyes widened, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
"Who—who is it?!"
She turned around, still shaken, and met Kitahara Shin's face, which was trying to suppress a laugh.
"Teacher Kitahara?!"
Nanako patted her chest, still feeling terrified, and spoke with a sob in her voice: "Why did you scare me like that as soon as you came over! My heart almost stopped!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Kitahara Shin couldn't help but laugh out loud, reaching out to pick up the script that had flown away from her: "I just found it funny to see you squatting there like a mushroom, so I couldn't help myself."
"I'm not a mushroom! And I'm not fun at all!"
Nanako took the script, sniffed with a hint of grievance, and then squatted back down angrily: "I'm so annoyed right now. This scene is too difficult. The director said I acted like a block of wood, and if I can't do it by tomorrow, they'll replace me."
Which scene?
Kitahara Shin didn't mind that the ground was dirty and sat down right next to her.
"?teacher?"
Nanako was startled and quickly tried to stand up. "The floor is dirty! Get up, I'll get you a stool!"
"Need not."
Kitahara Shin waved his hand and casually leaned against the prop box against the wall. "Aren't you squatting here too? Let's talk here."
Seeing this usually aloof superstar sitting so casually on the dusty floor, Nanako felt a surge of warmth in her heart and stopped insisting, obediently sitting down beside him.
"It's this one."
She turned to the last page of the script and pointed to a scene: "It's a tragic love story. The female lead is seeing off her lover at the train station as he's about to go to war. Here—there's a kissing scene."
When the words "kissing scene" were mentioned, Nanako's face immediately turned red.
For a 19-year-old girl with almost zero dating experience, kissing a male actor in front of everyone is indeed a huge psychological hurdle.
"teacher----"
She stole a glance at Kitahara Shin's profile and whispered, "You've filmed kissing scenes with so many actresses before—do you ever feel awkward? Or do you have any psychological burden about it?"
Kitahara Shin glanced at the script.
A very typical sentimental scene.
"Psychological burden?"
He smiled and turned to look at the girl's rosy face and her slightly pursed lips with a delicate pink sheen unique to young girls.
"It's alright. In front of the camera, I'm not myself, I'm the character. And since I'm the character, it's only natural for me to do whatever I want."
"But I can't do it—"
Nanako buried her head in her knees, her voice muffled: "And this is in a theater. Although we don't have to kiss in real life, we still have to act out the feeling of life and death."
The moment I saw my male co-star's face, I—I just wanted to burst out laughing; I couldn't get into the role at all.
"If you want to laugh, it means you don't believe it."
Kitahara Shin closed the script and looked at her: "You're treating this person as a colleague, not a lover. Try it, don't think about life or death, just think—this is the last time you'll ever see this person."
Nanako looked up, her eyes still glazed over.
"Then—how do I train?"
Kitahara Shin sighed as he looked at her dazed expression.
"Fine. I'm free anyway."
He stood up, dusted off his pants, and said, "Let's give it a try."
"?!"
Nanako's eyes widened instantly, and she swallowed hard. "Try—try what?"
"An audition, huh? What else could I be auditioning for?"
Kitahara Shin said matter-of-factly, "I'll be your partner. You act it out for me."
"To the teacher?"
Nanako's face turned even redder, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably.
"What? Am I not qualified to be your partner?" Kitahara Shin raised an eyebrow.
"No! Of course not! It's because I'm too qualified—I'm afraid I won't be able to act well—"
"Stop talking nonsense. Come on."
Kitahara Shin took a step back and adjusted his stance.
In that instant, his demeanor changed.
That casual, slightly mischievous feeling has disappeared.
Instead, there was a deep, oppressive sadness.
He just stood there quietly, looking at Nanako.
His eyes were filled with reluctance, yet he was trying his best to restrain himself.
Even without saying a word, Nanako instantly sensed it—this was her lover O, who was about to go to war.
"Let's begin."
Kitahara Shin's voice was soft and slightly hoarse.
Nanako took a deep breath and forced herself to get into the zone.
"Are you leaving?"
She read her lines. Although they were still a bit stiff, under the powerful aura of Kitahara Shin, something finally came to her eyes.
"Um."
Kitahara Shin nodded, his gaze fixed on her face, as if trying to etch her image into his mind.
Next up was that kissing scene.
According to the script, the female lead is to kiss the male lead before parting ways as a final farewell.
Nanako looked at the man in front of her.
Looking into those deep, bottomless eyes, that high, straight nose, and those beautifully shaped lips.
A scene suddenly flashed through her mind.
That was something she had accidentally witnessed on the set of "Ocean Waves"—the scene where Rie Miyazawa secretly kissed Shin Kitahara on the cheek.
At the time, she was wondering if she would dare to do that.
I never expected this day to come so soon.
Although it was just an audition—
Nanako's heart was pounding faster and faster, as if it were about to leap out of her throat. Her cheeks were burning hot, and even her ears were bright red.
do not care!
Let's go all the way!
I'm going all out for acting!
She closed her eyes, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and like a charging warrior, pouted and rammed into Kitahara Shin's face.
"Smack."
The expected soft touch did not come.
A warm hand firmly covered her mouth.
Nanako opened her eyes in a daze.
Kitahara Shin covered her mouth with one hand, looking at her with a helpless expression.
"Are you going to see your loved ones, or to kill someone?"
Kitahara Shin was both annoyed and amused: "The script called for a passionate kiss, not a headbutt. If you had rammed into me like that, we would have both broken our front teeth, you know that?"
Nanako blinked, only then realizing how stupid she had looked just now.
A tremendous sense of shame instantly overwhelmed her.
"Waaah————"
She let out a mournful cry like a small animal, her face turning so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
But at the same time, a secret corner of my heart inexplicably felt a sense of relief.
Thankfully, they didn't kiss.
If they actually kissed, I probably wouldn't dare to see my teacher again.
"alright."
Kitahara Shinrei loosened his grip, looking at her expression as if she wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground, and his tone became more serious: "Remember the feeling from just now, but slow down your movements. Don't close your eyes, look into my eyes. You need to remember what I look like, not just complete a task."
"One more time."
"? Do we have to do it again?" Nanako covered her mouth in horror.
"certainly."
Kitahara Shin stated unequivocally, "If you don't want to improve, go back to your corner. If you want to improve, come back again."
Nanako looked at his serious eyes.
The competitive spirit inherent in actors once again took over.
"----good."
This time, she learned her lesson.
She took a deep breath and slowly, cautiously approached Kitahara Shin.
Nearly.
closer.
She could see Kitahara Shin's eyelashes behind his glasses and feel his warm breath on her face.
Those eyes seemed to sparkle with stars, so deep that one glance was enough to draw you in.
Nanako felt as if she had fallen into the abyss of "Kitahara Shin" and couldn't climb out at all.
at last.
She tiptoed lightly, like a feather, and pressed her lips to Kitahara Shin's lips.
It's very light.
It's very soft.
It has a faint minty flavor.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
One second.
In just a second, Nanako recoiled as if she had been burned, taking several steps back and crashing into the prop box.
"Bang!"
The loud noise shattered the silence of the rehearsal hall.
Kitahara Shin touched his lips, looking at the ostrich that had curled up into a ball with some surprise.
This girl—
'
He gave a fairly fair assessment: "Well, I feel like you're filming kissing scenes a bit too early. Your technique is practically nonexistent; it's all instinct."
"Let's practice more next time. But let's skip it this time. Let's talk to them and see if we can use a camera trick or change it to a hug."
After saying that, he looked at Nanako, who had completely lost the ability to speak, and couldn't help but smile.
"Alright, I should go now."
He walked over and gently patted her head. "Keep practicing, don't always act like a doormat."
Even long after Kitahara Shin left the rehearsal hall, Nanako remained in that position, covering her mouth, squatting on the ground, too afraid to move.
My heart is still pounding.
The faint warmth seemed to linger on my lips.
"----first."
She murmured to herself, her voice so soft that even she couldn't hear it.
That was a second of utter chaos, devoid of any skill.
But that feeling—
She took a pink notebook out of her bag, turned to a new page, picked up a pen, her hand still trembling slightly.
The page was already filled with all sorts of notes about acting, but on this page, she drew a big, ugly crying face.
Then she wrote a line below: "Today I practiced a kissing scene with my teacher. The teacher said I was terrible and that I wasn't suitable for this role. Hmm—I also think I'm not suitable. That feeling was so strange. My mind went blank, and I couldn't remember anything. But—the teacher's eyes were so deep. It was like falling into them and never being able to get out. In the future—if it weren't for the teacher, I probably would never want to film a kissing scene again."
After finishing writing, she closed the notebook, hugged it tightly to her chest, and buried her burning face in it.
The rehearsal hall was empty, except for that one corner where a young girl's most secret thoughts were hidden.
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