Zongman: Nohara Shinnosuke is about to be chopped off

One month ago... (foreshadowing at the end of Chapter 25)

"Handsome guy, are you interested in doing an interview?"

"Interview? What interview?"

Xiaoxin scratched his head and tilted it, looking confused.

When the reporter heard that Xiaoxin didn't directly refuse, he knew there was a chance, so he hurried forward and patted Xiaoxin's arm enthusiastically.

"My name is Hashimoto Saburo, what's your name, handsome guy?"

"My name is Nohara Shinnosuke"

Xiaoxin put his hands on his hips and introduced himself seriously.

"Nohara Shinnosuke, that's the interview where you just got the congressman to confess. Come on, let's talk while we walk. As long as you're on TV, you'll definitely be in the spotlight."

Saburo Hashimoto quickly painted a rosy picture for Shin-chan, his face full of excitement, and told him that as long as he performed well, this interview would definitely allow him to charm the girls of his age.

Saburo Hashimoto drove Shinnosuke and stopped in front of a dilapidated building.

“What a shabby house.”

Xiao Xin blinked in surprise and said directly without any concealment.

"Although this building is a bit old, it has a long history, nearly 100 years old."

Saburo Hashimoto on the side hurriedly explained awkwardly with an unnatural smile on his face.

"It just so happens that the evening news is about to start at this time. How about we give you a live broadcast later?"

Saburo Hashimoto hurriedly led Xiaoxin to the leader's office, his steps brisk and full of anticipation.

"It will be all right."

Xiaoxin didn't quite understand any of this, he just knew that he seemed to be on TV again.

He shrugged, looking nonchalant.

"Okay, wait for me here for a while."

Saburo Hashimoto nodded with satisfaction and went into the leader's office.

When he came out, his face was flushed and he was smiling brightly, obviously having received praise from his leader.

"Come on, let's go straight to the studio."

Saburo Hashimoto walked in front with a brisk pace. He could already imagine the day when he would get a promotion and a pay rise. His eyes sparkled and his face was filled with joy.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Saburo Hashimoto's eyes fell on the studio on site, and he saw that everyone was busy setting up the beach scene, apparently preparing for the shooting of a swimsuit advertisement.

He quickly shouted at them to stop.

"What's the matter, Hashimoto?"

The photographer walked over and asked, looking confused.

"The leader has said that we should not shoot the commercial yet. We can shoot it anytime. Please make room for it and everyone should prepare for the evening news. It will be broadcast live."

Hashimoto Saburo gave the order in a firm tone.

Everyone looked at the beautiful beach that had just been carefully decorated, and a look of helplessness involuntarily appeared on their faces.

But they didn't say much. After all, the leader had already spoken, and they could only nod silently to show their agreement.

After all, it's just a swimsuit ad, and it can be shot anytime.

"Mai, I'm your mother, how can I hurt you?"

Mrs. Sakurajima looked serious and looked at Mai Sakurajima with a frown.

"You are such a good mother to me, letting your daughter sell her body in a swimsuit in public."

Mai Sakurajima forced a wry smile with tears in her eyes.

"Mai, why are you saying such harsh things? What do you mean by selling flesh? This is just a normal commercial advertisement. It's just an ordinary swimsuit, just like the swimsuits that people wear on the beach."

Mrs. Sakurajima took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and advised earnestly.

"If this is just an ordinary swimsuit advertisement, mom, you have such a great figure, why don't you go and shoot it?"

Mai Sakurajima said stubbornly, her eyes full of disappointment in her mother.

She really couldn't believe that she would be forced to accept this kind of nude commercial that she didn't want to shoot at all when her agent was her mother.

"Asshole, what are you talking about?!"

Mrs. Sakurajima slammed the table angrily and stood up, her face flushed with anger.

"Hello, both of you... um."

The photographer opened the door and was about to tell them that the commercial was postponed when he saw the mother and daughter arguing.

There was a hint of embarrassment on his face, and he looked at a loss.

"Is it convenient now?" the photographer could only say silently.

"Are you ready to start filming?"

Mrs. Sakurajima took a deep breath and tried to force a smile, her eyes full of anxiety.

"Sorry, your swimsuit advertisement has been postponed. You can go home and wait for further notice."

The photographer shook his head and spoke apologetically.

"What? There's no time to take pictures today?" Mrs. Sakurajima said anxiously and in shock.

This time, she deliberately tricked Mai Sakurajima into coming just to shoot this swimsuit advertisement in one go.

If this delay continues, it is hard to imagine how much trouble will arise.

"I'm sorry, but we have to do an interview with a man named Nohara Shinnosuke, so we don't have time to film your commercial."

The photographer shook his head helplessly.

Since they knew it was indeed their fault, they patiently explained it.

"Nohara Shinnosuke?"

Mai Sakurajima looked surprised, her eyes full of confusion.

She never thought that she was blessed by God at the critical moment and someone prevented the tragedy from happening.

Afterwards, Sakurajima Mai sighed helplessly again. She knew very well that if she couldn't take the photo today, there would always be a day in the future when she would have to take the photo.

She could not disobey her mother, let alone her mother's strong desire for control.

At this moment, an idea suddenly came to Mai Sakurajima's mind. How nice it would be if others could forget her, especially her mother.

And this thought became stronger and stronger, her eyes were filled with despair and her face showed pain.