Tokyo Sound

Tokyo Voice Author: Anonymous Friend Xiaochen

Summary:

I am a social animal with a normal outlook on life, values, and love. My worldview was shattered after my soul traveled through time. By chance, by ...

ps: I wish all book friends good health, winning the lottery, and that the female fox that I rescued in the mountains as a woodcutter in my previous life finally cultivates into a human form in this life to repay my gratitude.

PS for the proofreader: The timeline of this book is somewhat different from the real timeline, so don't be too picky.

Volume 1: For Daily Bread

Preface to the story of traveling around and looking around with a confused heart

Yin Ze had been slumped on the ground for nearly twenty minutes.

But he had not yet recovered from the soul-tearing feeling. The pain in his head was slowly easing, but he was becoming more and more confused.

I vaguely remember that I was using my phone while going to the toilet...but now my hands are empty. My phone and toilet paper are gone, and even the Yunnan Yuxi cigarette that I had just taken a few puffs of is nowhere to be found.

I sniffed subconsciously, but there was no intoxicating and deadly smell in the air, like the smell of leftover sauerkraut that had been digested overnight after a mixture of beer, liquor and barbecue in the stomach.

A magical thing happened, he was no longer in the toilet.

What was equally miraculous was that… the overwhelming urge to defecate that had woken him up from his endless sleepiness also disappeared.

Yin Ze rolled his eyes and slowly scanned this extremely unfamiliar apartment.

The area was small and there were signs of tidying up but still messy. The bed was made on the floor. Next to the bed sheet were magazines and a small radio. A little further away was an unclosed black laptop. There were a lot of sticky notes on the cabinet, and a few pieces of clothes and pants were draped messily on the back of a chair.

Just by looking at these, Yin Ze could more or less imagine the daily life of the owner of the house - lying on the floor listening to the radio and working on the computer, and when he was sleepy, he would cover his face with a half-read magazine and fall asleep.

While thinking, the pain and the sense of emptiness brought by trance were also subsiding, and the sense of touch, hearing and vision were gradually returning to normal.

It's like waking up from a dream.

Or in other words, I finally realized that this was not just a fantasy or a dream.

"Damn..." After a while, Yin Ze squeezed out a sound.

The sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, fine dust floated in the beam, the second hand of the clock ticked, and the sound of cars passing by outside could be heard in the distance.

There won’t be such extremely high-definition dreams.

There was even a bowl of instant noodles with a book in front of him, a bottle of mineral water with the cap unscrewed standing next to him, and the screen of the laptop was paused on a video of a variety show. It seemed as if "he" had just poured hot water and was ready to eat and drink. And Yin Ze's stomach was just feeling hungry now. Everything was so seamless.

Except that he was really sure that he was squatting in the toilet before.

Confusion and bewilderment were like a tide that was about to drown Yin Ze.

I pursed my lips, feeling a little thirsty, and subconsciously reached for the mineral water. It was not Nongfu, but a completely new brand and logo that I had never seen before.

When I squinted, it looked like Japanese?

Yin Ze was silent for a moment, then turned his attention to the magazines, sticky notes and notebooks again.

Handwritten, typed, and artistically rendered hiragana katakana fill the field of vision.

Yin Ze, who was supposed to have a happy holiday and get a promotion and salary increase afterwards, was really dumbfounded this time.

Chapter 1: Proud and Ignorant Modern People

Yin Ze stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring blankly at a face he didn't recognize at all, as if his mind was disconnected.

Suddenly finding himself in an unfamiliar environment, he thought he was dreaming for a moment, then he thought he was being kidnapped. Even when he saw his face changing, he was reminded of Nicolas Cage's "Face/Off".

Is he involved in some secret plan? In a few minutes, a beautiful Russian agent with blonde hair and black stockings will rush in with a gun and take him to a Ferrari to race against the chasing enemies. The rocket launcher will rampage in the city. After that, he will encounter crises such as air crisis, gust rescue, and nuclear bomb countdown launch. After several twists and turns, he successfully breaks the enemy's world elimination plan. At the end, he kisses and hugs the female agent before the sunset.

But plastic surgery shouldn’t even change your body shape, right?

Not to mention the nails and moles, the changes in weight and skeleton are just outrageous.

Yin Ze turned on the tap and washed his face with cold water to cool his nerves. He pushed his ear-length hair back and examined himself.

He has a typical East Asian teenager's appearance, with a hint of Johnny's Japanese style. At first glance, he looks a bit like Takashi Kashiwabara during the "Love Letter" period [Note: Japanese singer and actor, who was very handsome when young, you can search on Baidu if you are interested], but with much less dark circles and acne.

But his facial features are indeed well-shaped, upright and three-dimensional.

...But in this case, even if Tianle, Yanzu, Ekin, Wai Kin, Nicholas Tse, and Shirotake [Note: a bunch of famous handsome Hong Kong and Taiwan stars] were combined, it would not eliminate the horror of looking in the mirror and finding that it was not your own face.

Yin Ze returned to his laptop and hesitantly began surfing the Internet.

No matter what happens, no matter how weird it is, I will definitely still be on Earth.

As a result, World Time violently and instantly killed him.

2009 10 Month 15 Day.

It is not the local time but the network time that is updated in real time.

Yin Ze was stunned for a moment and got goose bumps all over his body.

He clattered away on the keyboard, using all his skills to frantically search for established facts such as history, countries, and geography that were difficult to change. Compared to these, his ability to spell and read Japanese fluently was already a small discovery.

Fortunately, there is no alien invasion, no extraordinary evolution, no gate to another world, and no biochemical doomsday.

All seven continents and four oceans.

The modern history of the world still begins with the October Revolution.

The old Russians [note: referring to the former Soviet Union] still split up, and the second Russians [note: referring to Ukraine] are still embarrassing themselves at the speed of light.

A cursory glance seems to show that nothing has changed, but a closer look leaves one scratching their heads.

Leonardo da Vinci was a woman, nicknamed Lisa, and left behind a classic self-portrait that has been passed down through the ages.

There is a Nobel Prize in Mathematics.

Beethoven was deaf in only one ear.

Newton was hit by an apple thrown by a naughty child. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and then he discovered gravity.

Old Cao [Note: referring to Cao Xueqin] actually persevered and finished writing Dream of the Red Chamber.

The Chinese national football team was so excited that they entered the World Cup three times.

After losing to the Empress [Note: referring to Tossgirl, a famous Korean female StarCraft player], Feng Ge [Note: referring to Sun Yifeng, a famous StarCraft player and commentator] was unwilling to accept the defeat and played several more games, and was crowned the "Nine-defeat Woman".

Satoshi [referring to Ash in the Pokémon animation] was finally given a great championship.

……

Ah this.

Although they look similar, some parts are strangely mismatched.

Yin Ze looked for those social software and tried to log in his own account, but some platforms did not exist at all or there were no such users.

Parallel world...Yin Ze thought of this.

The vast world was shaking and out of track, so how could any trace of him, a mere ordinary person, remain?

Yin Ze forced a smile, trying to digest this prank played by God.

His mind and thoughts were in turmoil, and his stomach was growling, so he simply ate the cup of instant noodles that was almost soaked. He finished it in a few minutes.

Then he lay on the floor with an empty head and said something in a low voice.

"Grass."

One word can express a thousand words.

Maybe if I smoke a cigarette and sit in the toilet, things might turn around.

Yin Ze, whose head was in a mess, was suddenly startled by the shrill ringing of an incoming phone call.

He fumbled for his cell phone, hesitating for a moment whether to answer the call.

After all, such a strange thing has happened. If I answer this call, will I be haunted to death by a female ghost at night?

Are there strange things in this world?

Although it cannot be found on the Internet, there is still a dark side that ordinary people are not aware of, which is the other side of the world.

For example, the origin has been devoured by evil demons, Mother Earth is in danger, the people of this world have been infected and lost their fighting potential, so they gather their strength to carve a summoning circle to capture geniuses from other dimensions, hoping that the brave can lead humanity to fight.

He is this unlucky hero.

But if you have a bunch of fighting partners of the opposite sex, it can help to ease your grief and anger.

Feeling anxious, he looked at the name again, not realizing that he was proficient in Japanese - class teacher.

Grass.

Yin Ze scratched his hair in confusion and pressed the answer button.

The impatient questioning voice suddenly pierced my ears like a sharp sword.

"Takizawa-kun, you still didn't come to class today. Didn't you promise me yesterday?"

"..."

"It's spineless for a boy to break his promise. No matter how much he tries to evade, difficulties won't go away on their own. You've been on leave for more than a month, and it's almost graduation time. Do you really plan to end it like this?"

"..."

Silence makes the other party even more dissatisfied.

"Do you plan to spend the rest of your life pretending to be an ostrich and playing dumb? Do you want to be like glass that breaks at the touch? Be weak, shameful, and become a joke in the eyes of others?"

Yin Ze tried to open his mouth. He instinctively wanted to speak his native dialect, but his tongue had its own persistence. He racked his brains to organize his thoughts and switch between the two languages.

In the end, he squeezed out a sentence in Japanese with a weird tone, no sense, and a confusing level of ten.

The female teacher on the other end of the phone seemed to have caught his reaction and was slightly stunned.

"Can crying and tears solve the problem?" The female teacher's words were powerful.

Yin Ze covered his face helplessly.

"Teacher, you know that this is the most sensitive and delicate period of your life. It is understandable that you will be disappointed and sad if your sincere feelings are not reciprocated, but if you continue to sink into this state, do you think you can change other people's minds?" Then the other end began a long speech with a bitter conscience.

"I, I'm fine." Yin Ze took a long time to finally utter a normal sentence.

"When will you return to school?" the female teacher asked firmly.

"Uh, the day after tomorrow?"

"Yesterday you said tomorrow, today you said the day after tomorrow, so the day after tomorrow you said next year?!"

"The day after tomorrow! I will definitely come the day after tomorrow! Believe me!"

"I'll come straight to you the day after tomorrow!"

Yin Ze looked at the call that was rudely hung up, feeling a little tired. He wanted to just say you dialed the wrong number, but how could he explain that?

He turned around a few times with a worried look in his mind, and then he began to look around the small house. It looked like it was rented, and it looked like it was occupied by one person. The refrigerator was filled with half-eaten fast food and drinks, and there was a space for some plastic figurines in cool clothes. He shook out his wallet from his clothes, which contained his ID and some banknotes.

The profile picture on the student ID card is taken very strangely. He is obviously quite handsome, but his eyes are a little timid and melancholy, and he looks very stupid.

Takizawa Satoru...

If we call him by this name, then this little brother is dead.

My mood is really complicated.

With the idea of ​​finding some more clues, he rummaged through the drawers again and finally found a notebook at the bottom of the drawer.

It's a diary.

Who would write a diary these days? He himself only pretended to write one for half a month when he was a child, but then he completely forgot to update it.

Yin Ze muttered to himself and began to peek silently.

The timeline starts from high school, and the first part is just a daily account, which is not very interesting. But it is enough for him to build a basic character image.

An ordinary high school student, he has never joined any clubs and is keen on working part-time. In his spare time, he reads comics and often follows TV series.

A girl named Huixiang often appears between the lines.

In the reconstituted family, he wrote complaints about his stepfather. He seemed unwilling to join his mother's new family, so he rented a house by himself and only contacted her by phone occasionally.

Because of this, I don't like to ask them for money, and I work hard to be independent. If possible in the future, I hope to join the animation industry that I like, and I have saved money to buy a digital tablet and do reading practice.

When I was two-thirds through the diary, the words suddenly became exciting.