Tokyo Sound

"Okay, I've looked at all the requirements. Just leave it to me and I'll get it done for you in advance." Yin Ze was no longer joking.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Yoshida said seriously.

"The next question is purely out of personal curiosity. What is the name of this project?" Yin Ze asked curiously, "Of course, if it is inconvenient to disclose it during the research and development stage, your internal code name will also do."

There was a pause on the phone for a few seconds.

Mr. Yoshida immediately spoke in a resolute tone that would not allow for failure.

"A Realm Reborn" [Note: refers to Final Fantasy 14's 2.0 expansion pack A Realm Reborn]."

Chapter 118 I have a lot of feelings for my work

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was deep in thought, with a serious aura that no strangers were allowed to enter. Of course, it was not surprising for others to see him enter such a sage state.

But this time there is a decisive difference.

He was sitting on a sofa in a corner with excellent feng shui, with a serious expression and deep frown, holding the reference book and "One Lesson One Exercise" in his hands as if facing a great enemy. Various formulas were arranged and combined on the book, and English letters and numbers were paired together to form lines after lines of mysterious and profound spelling. Each symbol was mysterious and obscure, hiding the light of wisdom.

Staring at these corners of truth that are beyond the mundane realm for a long time, his mind soon began to become dazed and his vision blurred. It seemed that an unspeakable great existence whispered in his ears, leading him to the holy road to heaven.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu is accepting this extraordinary information with the cognition of an ordinary person, trying to analyze the truth and the answers.

As expected, he failed. His forehead was covered in sweat and his hands holding the exercises were shaking slightly.

This question is so difficult!

But it doesn't matter. The head teacher once said that when you encounter tricky test questions, don't try to get stuck in them. Instead, retreat tactically and jump directly to the next question. Wait until you have dealt with all the small issues and then save up your energy to deal with the tough ones.

So he simply turned the page, examined it for a few seconds, and then turned another page, followed by a long silence.

"Um, Matsuoka-san?" The childish girl at the side couldn't help but speak softly.

"What's wrong?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu didn't even raise his head.

"…Are you in trouble? You seem to be in a lot of trouble." the girl said.

"Don't worry, everything is under control. Although my academic ability is average, I graduated from high school. At the end of my senior year, my ability was above average in my grade. I am more than capable of helping with a few math problems." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said in a reassuring and steady voice, and his expression froze again, and he involuntarily turned another page.

"Matsuoka-san, there's no more homework later. This time the homework is only P13 to P16." The girl reminded.

"Oh oh." Forced to return to the starting point, Matsuoka Yoshitsugu found that there was almost no soft bones in the exercise book, only hard bones. He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and the pen in his hand repeatedly closed and opened the cover.

The Hokkaido boy has a large family. As the eldest son, he has shared some of the work of taking care of his younger siblings with his parents since he was young. He has rich experience in changing diapers, feeding, bathing, coaxing them to sleep and chatting with them, which naturally includes tutoring their homework.

Ah, I miss it so much.

Looking back on those years when he was needed and relied on, the cultural knowledge that had been buried by life and work was gradually reviving. A flash of inspiration seemed to strike his mind, and after a brief pause, he began to solve the problem haltingly. After he had almost figured it out, he whispered and explained it to the girl in an awkward manner.

Ogura Yui's eyes flickered in surprise, "Ah, so that's how it is, I really figured it out!"

"I'm glad I could help you." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu breathed a sigh of relief after winning the first battle.

"What about this question? How to solve it better?" Ogura Wei looked at the proof process several times in amazement, and pointed to another question with interest.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu just took a quick look in the direction indicated, and immediately felt a terrifying pressure like a landslide or tsunami. It was an icy blow from a higher dimension of wisdom, and he immediately took a breath of cold air.

"Well, well, I'd better ask my friends..." The helpless young man from Hokkaido was not a person who cared much about face. He planned to seek help from off-site. He first took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the question, sealed the truth in it, and then sent it out.

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"Tauren Chieftain:?"

"Tauren Chieftain: What is this?"

"Auto mechanic: Can you help take a look at my colleague's work?"

"Tauren Chieftain: Math problem??"

"Car mechanic: Yeah."

"Tauren Chieftain: It's a piece of cake. Wait a minute. I'll be out of the toilet soon. My legs are numb."

A few minutes later.

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"Mechanic: Got it."

As if he had obtained the standard answer, Matsuoka Yoshitsugu immediately shared the scribbled answer returned by his friend with the girl, full of confidence.

"Oh, is that so? Can it be solved this way? Didn't the teacher teach you that?" Ogura Wei seemed to be thinking about something.

"Perhaps he used formulas and proofs that are beyond the syllabus for a freshman in high school?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said calmly, "But the accuracy is definitely beyond doubt."

"That won't do. The process is very important." Ogura Wei said in distress, "There's nothing I can do. Let's see how the reference book explains it."

"Ah, so this comes with an answer?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu scratched his head, "Then why are you still asking me?"

“If you don’t have any skills, you’ll be like an ostrich burying its head in the ground when it encounters danger, turning a blind eye and avoiding it, or even directly looking for ready-made answers without using your brain. How can you make progress and breakthroughs like this?” Ogura Wei said firmly.

"...Yeah, that makes sense." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu nodded silently.

The girl took the reference book, turned to the last few pages, and began to look for the standard answers according to the question numbers. After a while, she said to herself in confusion, "Huh? Why don't the answers match at all?" Then she raised her head and stared at the adult beside her with an innocent and inquiring look.

It was rare that Matsuoka Yoshitsugu felt completely humiliated in front of that gaze.

……

"Auto Mechanic: What are you doing? The answer is wrong!"

"Tauren Chieftain: Huh? What? No way? And how do you know you did something wrong?"

"Auto Mechanic: The reference book has the correct answer!"

"Tauren Chieftain: You already have the correct answer, why are you looking for me?!"

"Auto mechanic: If you don't know how to do something, just look up the answer. How can you improve?"

The man, lying on the sofa waiting for the numbness in his thigh to go away, was staring at the screen of his mobile phone, confused.

"Mechanic: I have something else to ask you."

"Tauren Chieftain: Look through the reference book."

"Car mechanic: ...It's not an exercise. I heard that the show I'm in is going to be made into a radio drama, and I'm the main character, so I'll definitely be a regular."

"Tauren Chieftain: Well, it's your turn to enjoy the easy job of drinking tea and chatting and getting paid. That's good."

"Car mechanic: I'll be the host, and my partner is Ogura-san, whom you've met a few times. Um, I heard that your radio show is going very well, the producer praised it highly, and the number of views on Silver Spring is also very high. Based on your successful experience, what should I do to prepare?"

"Tauren Chieftain: My style is too murderous. It is a fierce and domineering dragon-slaying technique. It is too much for you to use it on an innocent child like Xiao Cang. It is unreasonable and unacceptable. I suggest that you just do your own thing and treat it as a tea party. Relax and don't be nervous."

"Car mechanic: I don't have any experience in having tea parties with girls?"

"Tauren Chief: Don't you have a sister? You've always talked to your sister, right? Haven't you ever had a life talk with her when she was troubled? Just do the same."

"Car mechanic: After she entered junior high school, she started to dislike me and kept her distance from me."

"Minotaur Chief: ... It doesn't matter, as long as you are in the right mood, you can talk about any interesting things in your work or life, as long as it does not involve privacy. The spectacle of sows falling into the ditch in a line is rare in ten years, but as long as you can think further, a cat sleeping on the wall can also be related to Natsume Soseki. It all depends on your spirituality."

"Mechanic: She just asked me for help with schoolwork."

"Tauren Chieftain: Oh, that's great. Partners should avoid having their own agendas. This may be a small matter, but it's friendly and intimate. The audience also likes this kind of behind-the-scenes footage. You can use it in your chat on the radio. What's next?"

"Mechanic: Then you got it wrong. She is not discussing it with me anymore."

"Mechanic: What can I do to prepare?"

"Auto Mechanic: Hello? Network is lagging?"

"Mechanic: Are you there?"

"Your friend, the Tauren Chieftain, is offline."

Yin Ze covered his face and logged off in grief.

It’s hard to explain it in a few words on the chat software, so let’s communicate face to face when we have time.

While I have some free time now, I'll get the package that Mr. Yoshida sent me.

The man took out the battle-worn digital tablet, plugged in the data cable, and opened the famous PhotoShop, which artists encounter every day and is as difficult to love and hate as a wife. The configuration of the laptop is a bit low, and it takes a while to open the software.

While the application is loading, the Corridor of Life retrieves the requirements in the document, and then laboriously recalls the amount of films I have watched throughout my life, using the labels "fantasy", "semi-realism", "fantasy", and "steam". It takes half a minute to retrieve 1824 references that meet the requirements from my memory, and then I eliminate the ones I don't like and throw them into a newly created folder. Finally, I optimize the order and clarity, and when I recall the photos again, it feels clean and comfortable.

Open PS, create a blank canvas, and fill the background with a gray color that protects the eyes. With a wide eye, the selected reference image immediately appears on the top, bottom, left and right sides of your vision.

Good! I'm going to start working hard! I'm very passionate about my work! And I'll never finish it!

……

The phone started to ring.

"The more turbulent ~ the braver ~ the world changes and I want to break through ~?"

The man paused and picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

"Brother Takizawa, I forgot to bring my things, can you help me bring them to school?"

"Aren't you supposed to have a day off today? Why are you still going to school?"

"It's the school's open day." Asamiya Kazuki said embarrassedly, "If you have something to do, I'd better run back by myself."

"It's okay, I'm fine. Don't hang up yet. I'm going downstairs to find the landlord. Just give him a call and I'll get the key." The man put down his pen instantly.

"That's great, thank you, Takizawa-san!" Asamiya Kazuki said happily.

“By the way, which school is it?” the man asked.

"Toritsu Bamboo Spring."

"Oh, I passed by there when I came back from my friend's house. Okay, leave it to me." The man put on his clothes and went out, leaving only the blank canvas alone in the room.

Chapter 119: Putting on the Battle Robe Again

The origin of "story" is difficult to determine, but its importance to the spiritual construction of human civilization is undeniable.

Generations of children have been enlightened by fables and fall asleep listening to fairy tales before bed. The truth, goodness and beauty of the stories open up the possibilities of their souls. When they grow older and enter the rebellious period of fearlessness, the justice and pioneering of the stories correct the trajectory of their souls. When they are in a crisis period of being entangled in trivial matters and losing their hair every day, the strangeness and beauty of the stories begin to numb the pain of their souls and offset their fatigue.

On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, the Baihe production team welcomed a new kid. He was not as lucky and honest as Daxiong, nor as fond of rolling in the mud as the sloppy king, nor as good as the fat tiger, nor as surrounded by beauties as Jia Fu Baoyu. He was just ordinary. However, one afternoon, he happened to get a copy of "Story Club" [Note: a famous story magazine] for 5 yuan in a newsstand. He was immediately shocked by the beauty and literary inspiration. He had mountains and rivers in his mind. All he thought about were Euclid measuring the pyramids, Socrates letting his apprentice pick wheat ears, and the self-proclaimed Ten Perfect Old Man [Note: Emperor Qianlong] who diligently wrote thousands of poems... Influenced by this, the kid was able to keep a diary for half a month.

Later, I happened to come across Mr. Guo's youth scars and pain stream, and I deeply agreed with it, and entered the Mars Department of Writing for further study. It was not until I read the real world masterpieces in Xinhua Bookstore that I realized the vastness of this world, and immediately turned around and deleted the non-mainstream comments with bangs covering the pictures of tearful red eyes. Later, by accident, I fell into the dark world in the online world, and read the words of mysterious people such as "Rainy Night with Knife but No Umbrella" and "Xiao Qiang", which shocked me physically and mentally, and I kept cheering.

By now, Master Yin has understood the mysteries of various masters. Now, from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., anything that can allow him to hold his mobile phone and read in the subway during his spare time must be something truly gorgeous and dazzling, and appealing to both the elite and the masses.

Yes, those are...

"The Return of the Urban Dragon King", "The God of Perspective in the World", "The Miracle Doctor in the Intensive Care Unit", "The Veterinarian Comes to the World of Beast-eared Girls", "The Man Behind the Female CEO", "I Saved 100 Female Foxes While Cutting Wood in My Previous Life and Now They Are Returning the Favor", "The Story of How My Stomach Is Connected to the Sewer and I Can Drink Jiannanchun Without Worries and Become the Most Drinking Man in the Department and Reach the Pinnacle"...!

Alas, my thinking always becomes rigid after working overtime.

Clears the blood and resolves phlegm, relieves cough and moistens the throat, soothes the mind and invigorates the lungs. What a refreshing article, it is my hope in the world!

Master Yin also fantasized about being reborn and traveling through time. To do this, he memorized the methods of making glass and soap, the formula of gunpowder, and reviewed classic battles of various dynasties at home and abroad, for fear that he would become a great lord one day and be needed in times of emergency.

What a pity, what a pity, now everything is gone.

There is not even any betting on the World Cup.

Of course, it was a blessing to be a student again, after all, the special identity of Japanese high school students was well known. But it was a pity that he went to the college entrance examination before he could fight against violence, win the Olympic Games, and experience youth with a beautiful figure in the grove behind the playground.

The man carried the package and walked towards the school gate in the distance. Before he arrived, the sound of youthful laughter was already in his face.

As the train of time slowly passed by the school gate, Yin Ze, who was in his sixties, stood there. Looking over with affectionate eyes, he saw his shadow when he was eighteen years old.

Don’t rush me, time. I won’t push away what is coming. Don’t rush me, time. I will still chase after what is going away.

The man outside the school stared at the crowd, as if he was in a grand and gorgeous dream play. Scenes flashed by, and the protagonist of each scene was himself. The immaturity of just arriving in junior high school, the passion of fighting for food in the cafeteria in high school, the helplessness of tears at graduation, and the heroic feeling of returning to school many years later and giving a cigarette to the director of the moral education department to reminisce about the past.

Looking back on his school career, Master Yin said: High school girls are still prettier.

"Hey, you're a grown man, standing here with red eyes, not moving, what's the meaning?" The muscular security guard with a riot baton on his waist came over and looked at him with a scrutinizing look, "Are you a suspicious person?"

"Oh, I'm here to deliver something to my sister. She was attending an event and forgot the props at home." Someone shook the package in his hand.

"Tell me the name of your sister's class." said the security guard.

"Class 2, Grade 6, Asamiya Kazuki." The man nodded.

"Huh, I don't know whether it's true or not. After all, I don't have a student register here." The security guard said in a deep voice.

"Then what are you asking..." The man was speechless.