Tokyo Sound

"Didn't you lose to me in "Fist of the End 4"? You looked unhappy. I usually beat you easily, but today you played surprisingly well. You must have been holding back your energy, which forced me to pay attention the whole time. After fighting for so long, I even forgot about letting you win." The girl paused and consoled him, "Don't take it personally. I'll let you win next time."

"Oh, that's not necessary. I still want to win with my own ability." Yin Ze couldn't help laughing and asked, "You are fighting alone here. But how can you be sure that Senior Sang is happy? Have you ever thought that he is just trying to impress himself?"

"No, didn't you see that she was smiling happily today?" Sakura Ayane said firmly.

"Well, it seems that you have gained new friends by turning down the internal offer, which is an example of good people being rewarded." Yin Ze put the curry chicken into his mouth, "If that's the case, why are you still struggling?"

"I just don't understand it. Plus, it feels like everyone around me is so amazing, whether it's you, Hidaka, or Matsuoka. Everyone I know is moving forward in an orderly manner, or even at a rapid pace, but I'm still spinning in circles. My assessment results aren't bad, but I'm always uneasy at auditions. I was able to participate in "Firefly Forest" by chance, just like this time's "Dream Tapir Girl", the only difference is that I didn't refuse like I did this time." Sakura Ayane was a little depressed, "To be honest with you, I did very well in the training center, but now I feel that the teacher's evaluation was just to comfort me. My ability is actually not enough, I just thought I was very good. When I first started working officially, I was hit hard."

"How many geniuses are there in the world who have to go through this kind of thing?" Yin Ze sighed.

"You are." The girl looked at him half resentfully and half admiringly, "Everyone is praising you for being so great."

"A lot of glory is just like borrowing arrows from a straw boat. People project honors that you don't deserve on you." The man sighed, "I have encountered such a huge setback, so severe that I felt that all the hard work before was rubbish and wasted. When I went to see the exhibition before, I heard you say that the reason you gave up painting was that you realized that there were countless talented people fighting each other in that field, so you ran away in shame, right?"

"Hey, my original words were not so cowardly and humble!" the girl protested.

"It almost means the same thing."

The man waved his hands, then his expression gradually calmed down and he spoke softly.

"If the opponent is just a 'human', no matter how unwilling you are, you can at least convince yourself to fall asleep and continue fighting the next day when you wake up. But what if the opponent is not even a living being? What should you do?"

Perhaps sensing the weakness in those words, the girl remained quiet and continued to listen.

"Since the day the camera was invented, countless people have said that tradition and classics are dead, but there are still people who believe that the skills accumulated through hard work are by no means worthless, and they are honed day after day. I used to think so, until I saw a demonstration video of a picture software plug-in on the Internet - just click the mouse to automatically convert photos into oil paintings. In fact, this prop has been available for a long time, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I was interested in downloading it and trying it out."

The man said, shaking his head.

"But it was scarier than I thought. I thought it was the same kind of rigid function as a 'filter'. But I never expected that after clicking start, the computer started calculating in an instant, and the picture in the window was filled with white. Then, on this brand new paper, it methodically filtered black and white, took neutral colors, spread out large tones, and then small tones, and then focused on picking out the key shadows. The drawing of color blocks also used the effect brush that came with the plug-in to produce textures... I watched the software generate step layers step by step and automatically named them 'draft', 'layer', and 'decoration and shaping'. I watched the color adjustment and watched it automatically load four or five different styles, with delicate brushstrokes, standard shapes, and a combination of virtual and real textures. It was like a mindless machine that had gained life and was doing the same work as a painter, but at a speed thousands of times faster than a human. I felt funny at first, but then became extremely heavy, and finally felt like I was falling into an ice cave."

The man let out a sigh of relief.

"This plug-in is available online and was released casually. It has few clicks and is even free of charge. However, this cheap thing with less than a few hundred megabytes of storage can transform anyone, even a pet, into a skilled court painter or sketching master in the Middle Ages as long as they can click a mouse. I stared at the screen in silence for a long time, not daring to move, and unable to sleep all night."

"So that's why you gave up?" the girl couldn't help but ask.

"… Anyone who knows the history of art knows the great impact of science on tradition. I know that, and I understand that the greatest reliance of mankind is subjective things such as design ability and aesthetics. But even if I knew that, when I really faced this kind of slaughter, I never expected it to be so bloody and cruel. A mining machine still needs 30 seconds, but if it is replaced with a mainstream computer, three seconds can make years or even decades of hard training become a joke." Yin Ze smiled bitterly.

"Then I seem to be luckier and stopped the loss in time." Sakura Ayane muttered.

"Don't give me that." Yin Ze said unhappily, "You haven't encountered anything this tragic before as a voice actor, right?"

"Of course not. Computers synthesizing voices, automatically rendering emotions, and automatically dubbing are too avant-garde and sci-fi, right?" Sakura Ayane snorted. "Besides, maybe I'm really bad now, but I will work hard to catch up."

"Oh? Where did this come from?" the man asked.

"Don't you think I'm very lucky after doing this job? It's because of this job that we can meet, and it's because of this job that I can make new friends." The girl raised her beautiful eyebrows.

"I think it should be okay for you to do other things," the man thought.

"No, definitely not." The girl said seriously, "At least I won't meet you."

"Are you so sure?" the man asked.

"That's for sure." The girl repeated, "Of course, not only in work, but also in life, I have to become more mature and stable!"

"You are really a fool. You actually want to grow up quickly." Yin Ze smiled in an incomprehensible way.

"What? You speak in such a disdainful tone again. You are still teasing me!"

"No, this idiot is not that idiot. On the contrary, I have high expectations of you."

The man quickly shook his head, kept smiling, and spoke deeply.

"Just spend every day like this, and you will definitely become an excellent adult in the future."

The girl looked at the two finished plates of curry dishes, then looked at the other person's serious expression with sweat all over his forehead, and whispered, "Thank you."

……

The city was already immersed in the thick night, and the brightly colored lights were breathing evenly, as if eliminating the fatigue of the day. In the dark blue sky, the bright moon rose, slowly rising to the middle of the sky, and the stars were quietly twinkling.

The evening whistle sounded leisurely, the night was hazy, the night wind was cool, she could think about anything and ignore anything. The girl took a deep breath and felt comfortable both physically and mentally.

At night, when the night is dim.

After saying goodbye to him, Sakura Ayane walked to the side of the crowd.

After walking about a dozen steps, she stopped for no reason and looked back.

The boy did not leave immediately in the crowd, but stood at the place where they parted, as if he wanted to watch her go away completely. When she suddenly turned around, he was slightly stunned, then nodded and waved naturally.

The girl's heart was filled with joy that came from nowhere. She nodded, turned around again, and disappeared lightly in the neon lights.

The first time I looked out at Tokyo Tower, I saw the lights mimicking falling stars.

Chapter 117 The Youth of the Youngest Brother Returns

I wonder if you have had similar experiences.

On your day off, you watch videos online, click on related content after watching them, and then continue to click on related content after watching related content. When you come to your senses, more than half of your precious vacation has passed. When you finish eating and wash your feet, the nightmare Monday is already grinning and waving at you. Only then do you cry and regret for wasting your time.

It's not how much time you have, but how you use it.

After wasting his life and getting cheated for many years, Master Yin has become experienced and knows how to operate and have fun with maximum efficiency. Especially now that he has supernatural powers, he is even more powerful.

For example, now, I am single and living in a small house.

The Corridor of Life runs diligently, reviewing Brother Qian’s wonderful life.

"Their family is related to the emperor, they are from the Eight Banners noble family, the Manchu Black Banner."

"The Black Banner? How can it be that color? That's the Yellow Banner!"

"Yes, your great-grandfather has a name, Aixinjueluo Kuang! There are eight iron-hatted kings in the capital, passed down from generation to generation, and your family is one of them."

'Well, one of them.'

'Eight Iron-hatted Kings, Green-hatted King!'

Pay-per-view on the web to relive Hong Kong martial arts classics.

"Linghu Chong, I have shown you my affection and have always shown you mercy, but you actually used such a harsh blow?"

"No matter who you are, there is no love between us, only hatred."

'Hahaha, are you doing this for revenge, or for these two women? Well, since you are so unfaithful, I want you to see these two women die in front of you!'

"Why would you, the unfaithful people in the world, save me?"

"I just want to ask you, was it you who was with me that night? Tell me, you are Shishi, tell me!"

'I won't tell you. I want you to remember me. I want you to regret it for the rest of your life...'

Hold the phone horizontally, and gamblers from all over the province, Hong Kong and Macau will run wild.

'Rob the landlord.'

'No.'

'I grab it!'

'Open card!'

'One against three.'

'I'm sorry.'

Under the crotch is a small indoor cycling machine that the man bought with a discount coupon from a supermarket. Proper muscle stimulation allows the man to exercise and sweat freely during these days when he stays at home, ensuring he is active and enjoying a healthy life.

The last free hand is responsible for logistics, taking soda and eating junk food.

The human body is gradually developed to the extreme.Jpg

In this way, the happiness index generated in one second can be ten times the normal level!

The only regret is that if you maintain this intensity of happy behavior, you have to rest at most for an hour. The corridor of life is good at everything, but it consumes too much energy and needs to be idle to recharge. His appetite is also increasing. If the supply does not meet the demand, he will become thinner and thinner, sweat easily and have back pain, get up frequently at night, and urinate frequently and cannot urinate completely. From a capable man, to a non-capable man.

It’s so horrible, so he always keeps all kinds of food in his refrigerator.

The time was up, Yin Ze got off the cycling machine breathlessly, collapsed on the sofa and enjoyed some baked snacks. Except for the card game, the movie and crosstalk were all paused. He lifted his legs and put them on the coffee table, looking so relaxed and comfortable.

Another Tian Hu, a straight, a plane, a spring and a king bomb. It is impossible to buy points with money. Only by using the built-in computer to figure out the card situation and using despicable means to eat other people's points can I maintain my Doudizhu career. Speaking of which, why doesn't Chinatown hold a Doudizhu competition? It's just mahjong over and over again. What's the future of cards? Sad!

Pushing the number is a daily routine, but recently his forwarding has been on a bit of a slump, mainly due to a lack of resources. No matter how he searches or how the fans who follow him with bad intentions urge him, he can only respond with tears in his eyes with powerless voices like "insufficient mineral reserves" and "more high-energy gas is needed."

Just bury your head in the ground like an ostrich when you encounter danger.

The man switched to the trumpet using his soul's real name.

There are no stupid people or stupid things, or snow-white and smooth legs of beautiful girls, but only a bunch of European-style realistic illustrations and graffiti with unclear intentions that are out of place in the environment where Japanese style is popular. Naturally, it cannot attract attention in this anxious and busy era. The number of fans is very few. To be honest, except for Cang Lanying, he doesn't even know whether those ghost users with pure character IDs and empty avatars are alive.

I have accumulated seven or eight private messages, and as a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, I immediately started cleaning up my hardware and file data.

In addition to the platform’s advertisements, there is also a familiar one.

"YoShi-P: Hello Mr. 'Yin Ze', it has been a few months since our last communication. I wonder if you are still busy now. If you have time and want to outsource, please consider me. Thank you for bothering me!"

The man was a little surprised.

It's quite sincere that he came back to ask me out after such a long time after he declined. Moreover, the information of this account is basically blank, and there are no other works except graffiti. He is so eager, I'm afraid that the workload of the project has accumulated like a mountain, and he is overwhelmed by the deadline.

The man took a few bites of hawthorn slices, which symbolized his childhood, and his fingers moved rapidly.

"Yin Ze: Tell me in detail."

After exiting the backstage, he secretly followed the big account, and then began to reply to Cang Lanying's sensational remarks one by one. As a student, the other party seemed to never be in the state of learning, and immediately began to resist.

Ding, you have a new private message.

Yo, what’s the matter? Are you so angry that you’re starting to switch from the comment section to private messages?

The man clicked in within a second.

But not.

"YoShi-P: Thank you for your reply! I have a lot of equipment design, character design, and monster design work here. If possible, can I ask you to design a few characters and a batch of professional suits? It will take about a month, and the salary is about 400,000 yen."

"Yin Ze: Please send the requirements and references to me first. This is my email address."

"YoShi-P: OK, please check it carefully."

The man interrupted his happy hour and switched to his standard office worker mode. He returned to his laptop, closed the movie page, logged into his email and started downloading the file package.

The Internet speed in Japan is acceptable. After a few crosstalk performances, he unzipped the video and started checking it out.

The document regulations are clear, the requirements are explicit, and there are a considerable number of reference drawings with clear styles, which is very detailed for the contractor.

This person is not just a business person, he should be an expert in technology.

Master Yin felt as if his youth as an artist had returned. He propped his chin up and read carefully with a frown.

Since it is clearly a design rather than a character illustration or a beauty promotion, the focus is naturally not on the modeling techniques. Well, it is more realistic, with a fantasy tone, but emphasizes reality and heaviness, such as the design that combines fantasy elements with a sense of steam.

Two characters and three sets of level 50 professional equipment. Judging from the quality, the scale of this project is probably not small. It should be a large-scale online game, right?

"YoShi-P: Teacher, can I do it?"

The man stroked his hair. With the help of the Life Corridor, how can the efficiency of work now be compared with the past? This quotation of 30 man-days should be completed in 14 days... as long as you don't slack off.

"Yin Ze: OK, I took it. I'll add the contact information later."

"YoShi-P: Thank you very much for your help!"

"Yin Ze: If it's convenient, please give me your phone number and company name, and sign a basic resource outsourcing agreement. I'm sure you know that this is easy to cause trouble, so it's better to get it done in advance."

"YoShi-P (Nanoki Yoshida's nickname): Of course, let's talk over the phone."

After a few minutes, the other party called.

"Hello?" Yin Ze answered.

"Hello, teacher. I'm Tomoki Yoshida [Note: Naoki Yoshida, current SE executive director and head of the third development division, producer of Final Fantasy 14 and 16], and I'm the person you just talked to on Twitter." A capable voice said politely, "I'm currently working for AQUARE ENIX [Note: neta from the current SQUARE ENIX] as a game producer."

"I often see your company's advertisements when I pass by Akihabara." Yin Ze was stunned. He didn't expect it to be such a large-scale company.

"Haha, that's true, but I haven't managed many well-known games myself." Yoshida said modestly, "I officially started taking on an internal project not long ago. There are so many things to integrate and modify that the team's production capacity is almost exhausted, so we urgently need the help of the backbone of the industry. This time, I'll ask the teacher to take more care of it."

"...You trust me so much?" Yin Ze smiled, "What if the pictures on my feed are all stolen from others?"

"Those are obviously all from the same person. What a fraud! He wouldn't be so stupid as to just steal the same series from the same person, right?" Yoshida also laughed.

"What if there are really such stupid people? Even if they didn't steal it, their actual skills are not that good?"

"It's okay. We have to sign an agreement and everything will be easy to discuss." Yoshida said calmly with ample space.