Tokyo Sound

"Then just wait until the second year. It's the same for all 360 professions. After all, you're entering a brand new field."

"It seems like the second year will be difficult too..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu sighed.

"It will be mature in three years." Yin Ze waved his hand, "The battle has just begun."

"But if we are not capable enough at that time, we will be overtaken by powerful newcomers and lose our competitiveness."

"No, no, the newcomers are not as experienced as us."

"But our experience is definitely not as good as that of our seniors." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu shook his head.

Yin Ze was speechless for a moment. That was enough. Looking at the man who was still doing the cleaning work meticulously even when he was talking, he didn't know whether he lacked confidence or was too full of fighting spirit. But he was too embarrassed to continue slacking off, so he wrung out the dirty water from the sponge to speed up the process.

The two of them worked together for dozens of minutes before they got everything done. After taking off their aprons and locking the doors and windows, Yin Ze looked at the sleeping commercial street and thought of something and said, "Mr. Songgang, it's rare to run into you while working part-time. Why don't we go have some beer and some midnight snacks together?"

"Can high school students in Tokyo drink alcohol?" The man from Hokkaido was extremely surprised.

"Well, no, I mean it's a get-together among colleagues."

"Okay, I know a cheap store nearby." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu thought for a few seconds and agreed.

"?"

To be honest, I didn't expect it to be so neat and tidy. After all, based on my impression, this person should be quite introverted, and he was just making the invitation out of courtesy.

"Matsuoka-san."

"how?"

"Let me tell you in advance, I like women."

"Uh? That? Eh? Me, me too."

……

In a small shop specializing in late-night food, two people sat on mats. Matsuoka Yoshitsugu took the menu, ordered two servings of fried rice and some meat and vegetable skewers, and finally ordered fried chicken nuggets and a drink.

"Mr. Matsuoka, you are actually not good at refusing invitations." Yin Ze looked at him for a long time and said.

"Not really, or rather, I'm not the type to receive many requests." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu quickly shook his head, and then praised dryly, "I can't compare to someone as handsome and confident as you."

"No need for honorifics. We work in the same industry, and you are older than me. It's almost midnight now, and it's too tiring to be so formal. Relax a little."

"I understand, Takizawa-kun, I'm sorry to have caused you trouble." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu straightened his body.

"…So there's really no need to be so formal. You're too tense."

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu pursed his lips, entwined his hands, and finally gave a bitter smile, "I'm not very good at speaking, sorry."

"Look at what you said. I'm not either. Be more natural." The man peeled the peanuts on the table and stuffed them into his hands.

"Takizawa-kun is obviously very talkative." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was eating peanuts.

"Matsuoka, just call me Takizawa."

"Ah, this..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu felt a little at a loss as to what to do.

"Japan is just too formal in this area. They can use a lot of fancy words for a single address. We're not discussing business here, so there's no need for honorifics or respectful titles," Yin Ze said in a firm tone.

"Takizawa-kun, uh, Takizawa, you are really confident." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu seemed a little surprised, "And you are not offensive, and you were able to deal with those difficult customers this afternoon... Should we say that this is the advantage of ikemian [Note: Internet buzzword, meaning handsome and popular]?"

"Because they are all insignificant things, and you don't seem to be such a detail-obsessed person, Matsuoka." Yin Ze said, "If it weren't for the influence of the workplace and the environment, I guess you wouldn't want to be so rigid."

"Because interpersonal communication is a delicate matter." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu finally began to relax a little, thought for a moment and said, "Especially with strangers. I know very well that words can actually be offensive. If the words are not used properly and make people angry and sad, it will not be good. So I envy your ease."

"In fact, socializing can be divided into polite words and sincere words. Empty social language is one thing, and communicating based on one's nature is another. In the final analysis, as long as you have good intentions and don't do bad things, and don't act insincerely, your personality will stand out and others will see it. Scheming and scheming will be discovered sooner or later, and once your treacherous nature is exposed and others know it, no matter how beautiful your appearance is, you will be despised and looked down upon by others."

Yin Ze also did not forget to throw peanuts into his mouth.

"It's easy to get along with people if you are good at dealing with people, but if you really want to make friends with people who are open-hearted, you still have to see if you are truly sincere and sincere. Otherwise, you will only get the pleasure of being the center of attention for a few minutes at a dinner party."

"But in this fast-paced society, how can we have any chance without fancy means to attract other people's attention?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said softly with his shoulders drooped.

The boss, wearing a headscarf, held a wooden tray in his hand and placed delicious fried rice, juicy grilled skewers, and carbonated cold drinks with ice cubes floating in between the two of them. He said, "Enjoy your meal," and walked away.

"Are you really troubled by this?" Yin Ze asked in surprise.

"I just had this thought by chance." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu specially picked a skewer with more fat and handed it to him. "After all, many people keep working hard but end up not even having a chance to show off. They can only keep repeating the training and keep creating their own confidence to get by."

"Because there is only a tiny possibility, I will still ask someone what will happen tomorrow before I close my eyes before going to sleep." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu lowered his head and ate fried rice.

"If I don't get a response, I will be worried." Yin Ze was silent for a while, then he paused, "Do you really like being a voice actor? What is the magic of this profession?"

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu looked up at him and thought about this question very seriously.

"I was just very moved. When I first learned that the voices of the characters in the picture came from real people, I was shocked."

After a while, his tone softened.

"My own voice and the voices of others suddenly become an important part of a story or character's soul. They are clearly my own words, but when I revisit them, it's like seeing another fresh and alive life. And no matter how many times I hear them, I will be excited. The sense of satisfaction that emanates from the bottom of my heart, should I call it obsession or longing?"

"Creation itself is sacred." Yin Ze smiled, and his voice seemed to float away into the distance.

Creation is the selfishness of personality and the selflessness of revealing oneself.

Creation is a cry for companions and also a confession of loneliness.

Feel happy when you progress and feel pain when you stop.

"It's a bit arrogant to say that, even though you haven't even participated in a work yet." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu scratched his head, "Takizawa, what do you think?"

“Maybe we won’t know until we participate in the show.”

"Didn't you get the audition notice either?"

"Why do you sound like you're quite happy?"

"No, no, it's just that someone as talented as you hasn't officially debuted yet, and I suddenly feel liberated." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu explained quickly.

"You're not the kind of person who would try to get back on track after being overtaken by someone in a marathon, are you?" Yin Ze smiled and continued to eat the skewers. "Don't worry, I don't have any talent. I might even need to rely on someone like you who has strong acting skills."

"No, no, my level is not worth mentioning."

"No, no, thank you for your guidance."

"Where, where..."

"No, no, no..."

"..."

Yin Ze tore off a piece of fat barbecue, raised the glass covered with ice dew and blessed the person sitting opposite him.

"I firmly believe that God rewards hard work. Although it sounds cliché, we are all ordinary people without talent. Becoming a righteous hero who eliminates evil is a fairy tale for little boys, while being tempered into steel is the story of us big boys. Let's go, good brother, you can do it."

In a broad sense, the good brothers of the flower-growing family are equivalent to the master you call when you take a taxi or get a haircut, and the teacher you call when you ask for directions or find someone.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was stunned for a moment, then he raised his glass and clinked it with him in great solemnity.

"Thank you!"

Suddenly it became formal again... He knocked against her so hard that I almost thought the cup would break. The owner even stared at him.

Yin Ze lowered his head to taste the food.

"This sparerib is good, but it's not spicy enough... Wow, it's really cheap. I'll grill some beef then."

"I highly recommend the fried chicken nuggets at this store. It's one of their signature dishes."

"The rice is not greasy, the cooking skills are really good, why don't you come again tomorrow night."

"Will such fumes affect my throat...?"

"So, ramen?"

"I know a place that has healthy ramen for midnight snacks."

"Why do you know me so well?"

“I often work in these stores.”

"Brother, let me introduce you... I feel like I may not be able to work as a waiter for long. My face has become stiff from smiling all day."

"Well, I'll ask for you." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu smiled sincerely.

On the night streets of Tokyo, the two people, like other tables, were enjoying the relaxation of the evening after a day of work.

The charcoal was burning red, and the cup reflected the starlight and the young man.

Chapter 15: Steak medium rare Thank you

Saturday is a day off, no school.

But Sakura Ayane was still pulled out of her bed by her mother and ordered to wash her face and brush her teeth. It rained at three o'clock last night, and the window glass and rose pots were covered with small raindrops, flashing spots of light under the sunny sun. The sky was blue and clear, and the cool morning breeze brought the moisture and freshness after the rain, and also brought a sense of the forest from afar.

The girl reluctantly changed into her pajamas and faced herself in the mirror with frizzy hair like a Siamese.

In the living room on the first floor, steam was rising from the coffee cup on the dining table, and the newspaper was folded on the side. Dad was playing with birds. I don’t know where he got a cockatiel from. [Note: Birds of the family Parrot in the order Psittaciformes. Also known as the high-crested parrot and the cockatiel, native to Australia. Cockatiels are small in size, with yellow heads and crowns, round red spots on the cheeks; feathers are white and light blue-gray; male birds have large heads, narrow chests, and wings forward; female birds have small heads, wide chests, and wings backward; male chicks generally start to call at 2-3 months old, calling at the earliest in 1 month, and calling more and louder after 5 months, while female birds do not call], and whenever he has free time, he will flirt with this blushing little bird and play Liszt’s music for it, dreaming that one day the parrot will be able to hum “The Bells” [Note: refers to the piano music collection composed by German composer Franz Liszt in 1834 for German pianist Clara Schumann. The third of six pieces in the Great Etudes on a Theme of Paganini. 】

Breakfast is grilled salmon with lemon and sakura shrimp tamagoyaki [Note: Japanese cuisine made with eggs, milk, salt, mirin, and Japanese bonito soy sauce]. Both nutrition and taste are perfect. The intellectual and beautiful female host in the Morning News is broadcasting the headlines of today.

"Saturday is great. I can get up late, enjoy breakfast slowly, and take a nap. The most important thing is that I can cross my legs and watch TV and ignore work." Dad said happily.

"The day I don't have to cook breakfast, lunch and dinner is a real day off." Mom snorted.

"It's okay, it's okay. Ayane has grown up now. It's time for her to start learning and inheriting your cooking skills."

“After exploiting your wife, are you going to exploit your daughter?”

"That's not what I meant. You know I would only cause disaster if I entered the kitchen. I'd better just wash the dishes for you two for the rest of my life."

"I won't let Ayane cook. Once she really learns how to cook, she won't be able to escape the responsibility of preparing three meals a day." Mom said seriously.

"…What if you start a family in the future?"

"Let my son-in-law cook."

"That's fine, as long as I don't do it, it doesn't matter." Dad accepted it happily.

"You should still choose a diligent and smart man as your husband. Women don't have many advantages in marriage. If you meet a wicked mother-in-law or a wicked father-in-law, you can only swallow your tears." Mom taught me earnestly.

"You still have to choose a gentle and considerate person as your wife. Men don't have too many advantages in marriage. If you meet a durian keyboard washboard, you can only fill your teeth with private money." Dad added.

"You say I'm domineering and arbitrary?" Mom glared at me with her beautiful eyes.

"Why do you say that? What I just said were clearly hypothetical sentences, aimed at awakening young people who don't have much experience. You are exactly my ideal existence, the ultimate incarnation of a partner, and the other part of my soul." Dad said righteously.

"When a man uses sweet words, it means his intentions are not pure."

"Soft words of love if not put into action are just lies that burst with a poke. I just happened to have reserved two VIP seats for today's performance of Don Giovanni at the Grand Theater. Please, beautiful lady, do me the honor of coming." Dad changed into the pretentious tone of a playboy.

"I'm a married woman, and you still send me such an invitation. It's so reckless!" Mom scolded with chopsticks.

"Even if this is unethical, I cannot suppress the throbbing and desire in my heart that comes from the root of my soul. I am jealous and envious of the man who got you. What's so good about him?!"

"He is handsome, has an outstanding personality, and loves his family. It is my honor to meet him. You should leave immediately. I don't want to be seen and gossiped about."

"Since he is so rare, powerful, talented and beautiful, I have nothing to say." Dad sighed in disappointment.

Sakura Ayane was eating tamagoyaki silently without saying a word. She just turned her head away helplessly, too lazy to even look at this funny couple.

The father looked forward to their world of two. He turned to look at his daughter and said, "Then your mother and I will go to the theater this afternoon. We won't send you off."

"I don't care." Sakura Ayane shook her head.

"That's great. I'll give you more pocket money! Have fun with your friends!" Dad doesn't mind being disliked.

"I'm going upstairs to do my homework." Sakura Ayane ran up the stairs with a piece of meat in her mouth.

When my father heard the heavy footsteps, he couldn't help but wonder if she was planning to lose weight... But he dared not say so.

As expected, the girl returned to the bedroom and did not study at all. Instead, she threw herself back on the bed and flipped through the latest fashion magazines. As time passed, the tomboy also began to study how to dress.

Today, except for the moment when she was reluctant to get up and felt a little unhappy, she was in a good mood.

As the semester was coming to an end, the students in the class spontaneously organized a party before the end of the semester. As a marginalized person, she received an active invitation from the handsome and highly respected class monitor.

After primary school, I have hardly participated in activities such as outings, spring outings, choruses, and dinners. But this pale youth is finally about to be replaced.

Gain friendships, share the ups and downs together, and even go on a final school trip. All those wonderful experiences worth savoring for a lifetime from movies, TV shows, comics, and novels come one after another.

And the one who lent her a helping hand and pulled her out of the gray quagmire was a person with a deviation value of 68, who was the most popular person in the grade with the best figure, appearance and talents. As a normal first-year high school girl, she was temporarily a little happy about this.

I went through my closet and tried to put together an outfit that would give people the most comfortable impression. I also did my makeup well, especially drawing my eyebrows and eyeliner.

After tinkering with it for several hours, when we went downstairs to have lunch, the bird-playing father joked, "Wow, if you didn't know, you would think you were going to meet your boyfriend... Seriously, that's not true, is it?"