Do I really have a thing for female voice actors?

The five hundred thousand that walked toward him.

Although he didn't get a degree, Toru Tazaki was a genius who was admitted to the composition department of the Royal Academy of Music at the age of 13, and he had to seize this opportunity.

In order to stop mooching instant noodles at the female voice actress's house, and to stop lying in the female voice actress's bathtub and sofa.

However, before Tazaki Toru could discuss the matter with the store manager, a female clerk in her uniform rushed in, saying that Yoshimura had vomited violently in the restroom and fainted.

What happened next was nothing short of a disaster. Tazaki Toru and another part-time male student helped Yoshimura into a taxi, and the male student took Yoshimura home.

Ms. Kuroki seemed to have not had enough of drinking and called over a few female friends. Judging from Tazaki Toru's judgment, she would probably have to talk about her ex-husband again.

In the end, only Tazaki Toru and Oshima Haruna had to go to the nearby station to take the tram home.

The two weren't particularly close; although they were traveling the same route, they barely spoke to each other.

Suddenly, Oshima Haruna seemed to remember something, abruptly stopping in her tracks, her lips slightly parted, her gaze fixed on Tazaki Toru, who had turned to look at her.

"My guitar is still in the shop."

“If we go to get it now, we’ll miss the final train,” Toru Tazaki said.

"Hmm...that makes sense."

She gave up readily, as if nothing could make her show any regret.

"Mr. Tazaki, why do you want to work in a live house?"

"What a sudden question."

"It's just to find a topic to avoid awkwardness. If it's difficult, you don't have to say it."

"It's not that it's difficult, well... let's put it this way, if I don't listen to something or sing something, I might die."

It's not just a possibility.

Oshima Haruna blinked her beautiful eyes, remaining silent.

Tazaki Toru thought that his answer was enough to make people feel confused, even surprised, or even disgusted.

That's how it was in my past life.

But the girl in front of him didn't.

Instead, something happened that puzzled Tazaki Toru: she started to chuckle.

I don't know what they're laughing at.

"What a coincidence!"

"skillful?"

"Me too. If I didn't sing, I would definitely die and turn into a flower in some unknown place."

"Turn into...a flower?"

"Mmm! Turn into a flower!"

The evening breeze in March carried a hint of cherry blossom fragrance, ruffling her black hair and long dress. She took a few steps and waved goodbye to Tazaki Toru with a cheerful expression.

"Well, I'll be going now. See you tomorrow."

7. Please! I can do anything! (Seeking monthly votes)

Late at night, Tazaki Toru returned to his apartment. As he passed by the neighbor's apartment, the door suddenly opened, and Takagi Mika poked her head out.

"Mr. Tazaki, you're back?"

The staircase outside the apartment building had been there for who knows how many years. Every time you stepped on it, it made a piercing metallic scraping sound. It must have been the noise of Tazaki Toru going upstairs that caught her attention.

"Yes, I'm back."

Have you had dinner yet?

"The manager of the part-time job treated everyone to a meal."

"I see."

Mika Takagi wasn't just chatting with Toru Tazaki; she took out a key and handed it to Toru.

"The landlord came today, this is the new key."

Tazaki Toru took the key, expressed his gratitude, and said that he would pay this month's rent as soon as possible. Upon hearing this, Takagi Mika suddenly laughed for some reason.

Tazaki Toru didn't understand what he had said that made her laugh.

"You look great today, how should I put it..."

"Like a living person?" Toru Tazaki said bluntly.

"Yes! Like a..."

Mika Takagi immediately covered her mouth, her eyes darting around aimlessly, unsure of what to do.

Seeing the voice actress so flustered, Toru Tazaki couldn't help but chuckle, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. His smile completely stunned Mika Takagi.

Tazaki Toru quickly stopped smiling, and was about to say something when he heard Takagi Mika exclaim in surprise.

This is the first time I've ever seen you smile.

"Eh?"

"That's great. I always thought you were bored with life because you always had a gloomy face. I can't believe you can laugh like this, Mr. Tazaki. Now I'm relieved."

Even though it was night, her simple smile was like the scorching sun on a hot summer day, making the asphalt road in the countryside scorching. In the end, Tazaki Toru had only met her a few times.

There really are such kind and simple girls in the world.

“Actually, there’s something I need to tell you,” Toru Tazaki said.

"What is it?"

"I'm not gloomy, I'm just always hungry, but I ate a lot tonight, so I'm in a good mood."

Mika Takagi stood there in a daze, and when she saw Toru Tazaki's serious expression, she burst out laughing.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I wasn't making fun of you, it's just... Pfft! Mr. Tazaki is a much more interesting person than I imagined."

"Um... it's not exactly interesting."

“No, that’s what makes it interesting,” she said confidently, raising her index finger.

If she says yes, then it must be.

Without much small talk, Tazaki Toru returned to his room, which was pitch black. He casually pressed a light switch, and the light actually came on after flashing a few times.

He doesn't have the money to pay the electricity bill.

Tazaki Toru glanced subconsciously at the house next door, realizing that it was probably the neighbor's doing again.

Was his name Nanfang Zong?

It's incredible what kind of environment could nurture such a girl.

The room remained exactly as it had been since he arrived, with draft papers scattered all over the floor, which Tazaki Toru picked up one by one.

His handwriting was illegible and certainly not pretty; his writing was also incoherent and rambling.

But Toru Tazaki knew that these were his cries for help.

Tidy up, wash up, and go to sleep.

……

……

The next day.

When Tazaki Toru arrived at SHELTER, he had just entered the lounge when he saw Yoshimura, the store manager, sitting there in a daze.

Tazaki Toru greeted him, but Yoshimura seemed not to hear him, staring blankly at the computer screen.

I went over and took a look; the laptop was displaying the interface of music production software.

Tazaki Toru recalled what he had overheard at the izakaya last night; it seemed the manager was planning to compose the music himself.

He then glanced at the constantly lit phone screen on the table, where a search page displayed a complete list of FL Studio keyboard shortcuts.

Dude, are you still at this level?

"Manager, manager..."

"Manager."

Yoshimura snapped out of his daze, glanced at Tazaki Toru with a blank look, and gave a weak "hmm".

Although Yicun was among the first generation to play music and naturally formed a band, he was not good at composing and arranging. Now, however, he had to create three original songs within three weeks.

He exuded an aura of utter despair.

"Manager, what's wrong?" Tazaki Tomo asked knowingly.

"Tazaki-kun, what's the date today?"

March 3rd.

The 39-year-old man looked serious and slowly shook his head: "No, that's not right."

what?

He crossed his arms, his gaze unwavering: "Today is September 2nd, last year's date."

You said it was "last year," you're just escaping reality.

Tazaki Toru sighed softly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Let's turn back the clock to six months ago."

So that's how it is; they've been driven to a dead end.

Suddenly, the determination on Yicun's face could no longer be maintained, and he collapsed in an instant, clutching his head and howling in pain.

"What the hell is this?! Who can understand this?! How am I supposed to input the melody?! Damn it!"

Looking at the distraught middle-aged man, Tazaki Toru thought to himself that he must never become such an adult in the future. With a helpless sigh, Tazaki Toru stretched out his hands.

"Although I cannot turn back time."