Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 785 - 478: The Magic of Editing (Part 2)

"Come up with another plan, anyway, you’ve got plenty of ideas." Minamoto Tamako said nonchalantly, her eyes glued to the TV screen.

At this moment, the screen switched to the backstage dressing room, where Fushimi Roku was practicing lines alone, pretending to perform in front of the air, continuously chanting ’Violence is my life motto’... Then the director called in the makeup artist, and Fushimi Roku immediately put on a serious face, cleared his throat, and sat in the chair.

A burst of ’hahahahaha’ sound effects played, and the bantering narrator chimed in, making Minamoto Tamako laugh out loud. This scene was happening simultaneously in front of all TVs, and all the audience couldn’t help but smile.

Fushimi Roku’s face turned red, and he crushed the popcorn bucket in his arms.

Whether he liked it or not, the show continued to air.

The clueless Minamoto Tamako entered the scene, with a hidden camera aimed at the two: Fushimi Roku was completely unconcerned, while the makeup artist busied herself beside him. Minamoto Tamako held a small pipe, looked baffled and a bit weary: "What’s going on here?"

"Investigating a case." Fushimi Roku said, sitting in the chair.

The bantering narrator A chimed in: "Huh? Are you really investigating a case?"

The bantering narrator B: "Are you baka?! It’s obviously a lie!"

The narration indicated that at this time, the director called away the makeup artist, leaving the two to be alone. Minamoto Tamako leaned closer to Fushimi Roku, looked down at the script in his hand, her ahoge bobbing up and down, looking adorable even with a serious face: "What are you actually doing?"

Seeing this, Fushimi Roku couldn’t be bothered with the sting operation plan anymore. He just hoped the show would broadcast the truth, so the audience would understand his intention, thus salvaging his personal image...

"Beep beep beep... beep beep beep beep beep beep..."

Fushimi Roku watched himself on the screen, all his words beeped out, speaking while showing an evil smile, fingers intertwining as if simulating a groping motion.

"Beep beep beep beep beep... negligence... beep beep beep beep beep... took the bait... beep beep beep beep beep... flaw... beep beep beep beep beep..."

Fushimi Roku’s face turned green.

He took a sip of cola to cool off, complaining: "This is clearly malicious editing! Completely twisted my original meaning!"

Minamoto Tamako defended the production team, standing on their side: "Isn’t the investigation of a homicide supposed to be confidential? The production team also has a duty of confidentiality, so the details of the case must be censored and beeped out... Didn’t the director tell us that before?"

Fushimi Roku remembered, but that didn’t stop him from being angry.

Minamoto Tamako didn’t want to hear him criticize the production team anymore, waved a hand to interrupt: "Alright, alright, it’s no big deal, just quietly keep watching... My lines are coming up next!"

Fushimi Roku thought what’s with the lines, it was clearly a candid shot!

He stared at the TV screen, in the dressing room, Minamoto Tamako looked worried and asked: "Is this going to work?"

The cameraman gave her a close-up, perfectly highlighting the face of the beautiful girl in worry, and annoyingly, the post-editing even added an angelic soft light effect.

Then the scene switched, and Fushimi Roku patted the script, looking proud, saying: "Beep beep beep beep beep beep... beep beep beep beep... now I’m already starving."

As he spoke, he pinched Minamoto Tamako’s cheek: "You are the sweet and tempting beep... beep beep beep... beep beep beep beep beep beep..."

"?"

A question mark appeared over Fushimi Roku’s head.

He was stunned for a second then flew into a rage, getting up and scolding: "Who edited it like this?! Beeping isn’t done like this! No, I’m going to call and complain!"

Minamoto Tamako ignored him, letting him go to the living room to get the landline.

Fushimi Roku dialed the director’s number, asking questions aggressively and demanding the TV station to take down the show immediately, or he would sue Fuji TV Station for defaming his honor.

The director was not rattled at all; he came from a background of prank shows, and nonchalantly mumbled a sentence: "Why have you changed your phone number..." then hung up.

Fushimi Roku called again, only to hear the busy tone. He realized he was blocked, so he used his cell phone to call, only to find out that number was already blocked long ago.

"Fine, fine, fine."

Fushimi Roku gritted his teeth, angrily laughing.

He simply gave in, sat back on the sofa, pretended to be magnanimous, saying: "Whatever, I won’t mind such small matters. The highest form of humor is self-mockery..."

"That’s good, that’s good," Minamoto Tamako interrupted, completely unconcerned: "Look, it’s my scene again!"

On the TV screen, Fushimi Roku seriously patted Minamoto Tamako’s shoulder: ’Did you become a criminal police officer to become famous? Don’t forget your original intention! Catching the culprit is the most important thing!’

The bantering narrator B: "Does anyone believe such cheesy morning drama lines?"

The bantering narrator A: "At least find a smarter lie to fool people, I can see through it too, come on!"

Then, Minamoto Tamako nodded vigorously, giving a heavy "hmm."

The bantering narrator A and B both shouted aloud: "She actually bought it?! For real?!"

That soft light filtering effect filled the screen again, the bantering narrator A said Officer Yuan is a simple-minded little angel, while narrator B called her an idiot, the two bickering and quarrelling, the audience enjoying every minute.

Fushimi Roku inexplicably felt sour in his mouth.

As the scene transitioned, another joke burst out.

The two received the ’character scripts’ prepared in advance by the production team, and Watanabe Shun & others in front of the TV were already holding back laughter. Since he didn’t need to go to work, he had been drinking with Kazama Tatsuya again, and at this moment, they were drinking and watching TV in the neighboring apartment.

When on screen Fushimi Roku said: ’Got the wrong script, right?’