Tokyo Sound

"I don't think I've met him yet." Sakura Ayane pondered.

"Maybe we met, but you couldn't recognize us. After all, we are behind-the-scenes staff and don't often show up in public," said Rina Hidaka.

"But I think most people are nice and not difficult to get along with. The acting teacher I met at the training school was very kind and caring. People in the industry, like you and other guys, are also very nice people." Sakura Ayane smiled a silly smile.

“Actually, there are also types that we can’t deal with. After all, we are just ordinary people. Of course we have joys and sorrows, anger and happiness. There are those who can’t get along with each other from the beginning to the end, and there are also those who have a very good compatibility from the beginning. Well, for example, when I first met the original host, I thought he was a really weird guy.” Hidaka Rina said and laughed to herself.

"What happened?" Sakura Ayane asked subconsciously.

"He wanted to arrive early, so he got up very early and rushed on his way half asleep. In the end, he found that I arrived earlier than him, so he concluded that I must be very nervous. He also thought that we were new people, so he approached me with a gentle smile and took the initiative to talk to me. He communicated with girls without any unfamiliarity. He talked vividly and even brought me hot coffee to keep away the cold. At that time, he still had a very artistic pigtail. My first impression was that he was a bit frivolous."

"Hot coffee?"

"Uh, yeah, what's wrong?"

"The first time I met him on the set, he also brought me hot coffee." Sakura Ayane replied.

"Ah? Could it be that this guy has his own set of standards and familiar procedures when caring about others?" Hidaka Rina was a little shocked when she heard this. "Then it seems that my initial intuition was completely correct!"

"He is a bit too friendly, sometimes even too enthusiastic, which may even make people feel troubled, but he is a kind person after all." Sakura Ayane couldn't help but think of the steak incident before. That person was wearing a well-fitting waiter uniform and took the initiative to comfort herself who was collectively forgotten and abandoned.

"He does have some merits. My first impression of him was a bit bad, but when recording, I was surprised by him. He is really special." Hidaka Rina said, "He memorized the lines, even other people's lines. I was really shocked at the time. It was the first time I saw such a hardworking person. You know, he was just a minor role in that drama."

"Yes, I was scared at first too." Sakura Ayane felt the same way, "but now I'm used to it."

"I thought he was working so hard because it was his first game in his career, but he has been working so hard ever since. Now he is memorizing everything. I also asked him why he always had to memorize it thoroughly, and he said in a strange tone, 'I remembered it after reading it a few times'. It's so infuriating!" Hidaka Rina said indignantly.

"After all, he is a student of Tokyo University. It's not surprising that he has a good memory."

"But he's really bad at math."

"how do you know?"

"When he helped me solve five problems, he got four of them wrong! I believed him at the time, but ended up getting called to the teacher's office."

Sakura Ayane suddenly remembered an interesting story and wanted to share it urgently, so she spoke faster: "Come to think of it, I saw him on TV before in the Tokyo University entrance ceremony interview program. The other interviewees were speaking their minds and talking about the future, but he was the only one who said he wanted to eat beef rice when answering what he wanted to do."

"Hahahaha, really, is that guy an idiot?"

Rina Hidaka probably imagined the nonsensical look of someone giving a serious answer, so she clapped her hands and laughed along, but she quickly put on a stern face thanks to her excellent expression management experience.

"Oh no, why are you praising the disqualified original host? It's because of him that the expectations of a viewer who wrote in were dashed."

"That's right." Sakura Ayane also restrained her smile and agreed with it.

Moriki Hiro looked at the two people and couldn't help but tilt his head strangely.

I always feel that this flow has become so confusing.

"Let's take a look at the third letter right away, from the broadcaster named 'Heisei no Kongming'. Hello, Ms. Hidaka, Ms. Sakura, and Mr. Takizawa who doesn't exist in that space right now. Although I'm a loyal fan of the series, this is my first time to contribute. Since the first episode, I have been enjoying the joy brought by the Yumemo Broadcast, and I am very grateful to the production staff for their hard work. Excuse me for being so abrupt, but I have a question for Sakura-san."

"Huh? Are you asking me?" Sakura Ayane pointed at herself in surprise.

"Last month, the CrimsonRoses store in Shinjuku collaborated with the anime "Dream Tapir Girl" and launched a themed set meal and limited-edition peripherals, so I went to eat there." Hidaka Rina continued reading, "It was almost full at the time, so after ordering, I actively looked for a seat, and soon after, I caught a glimpse of a familiar face."

Hidaka Rina habitually glanced at the content below in advance and paused involuntarily.

"…Since I often visited a certain gentleman's personal Wikipedia before, and saw his handsome official photos so many times, I recognized him almost at first sight. It seemed to be Mr. Takizawa Satoru! And he didn't come to eat alone, he had a companion. Since I have seen the BD of the promotional activities of "Firefly Forest", the companion also looked familiar. It should be Sakura-san who was the guest of the radio today. The glimpse of him that day made me so concerned that I couldn't sleep, and I was entangled in the following days. I would like to take this opportunity to tell you the details if possible!" Hidaka Rina read it all in one breath.

Sakura Ayane didn't expect to be brought up here, and was a little embarrassed for a moment, so she foolishly imitated the uncle's weird tone and said, "I've been discovered~ Oh hehe."

"There is such a thing?" Hidaka Rina opened her eyes wide, very curious.

"You were there too, on the day we went to the arcade." Sakura Ayane explained, "I noticed that a nearby restaurant was holding a joint event that day, and I wanted to invite you, but you had classes, so I went with him in the end."

"Ah, it was that day." Hidaka Rina suddenly remembered and said regretfully, "So there was an event. I should have asked for leave earlier. How was it? Who paid for it in the end?"

"it's me."

"That guy is so ungentlemanly!"

"No, no, no, I insisted on treating because he was the one who treated me most of the time before, such as ramen, barbecue, and beef rice." Sakura Ayane said embarrassedly.

"Come to think of it, you do have a very good relationship, and you've known each other for a long time." Hidaka Rina nodded suddenly.

"Yes, Takizawa-san and I are from the same class and we have a very good relationship, so Mr. Kong Ming was not wrong, it is indeed the two of us. We each ordered a character set meal, but the only flaw is, why is there no meal for Ichimatsu's character? There are only dishes for the male and female protagonists, and there are so many characters who appear."

Sakura Ayane complained and then perked up.

"There is one more thing I must say, Takizawa-san, Takizawa-kun... because the character set meals are all curry, and they are not Japanese-style, but pure Thai and Indian-style. I felt bad about that curry the first time I took a bite. If it was less spicy, I could still tolerate it, such as kimchi and wasabi, but I can't bear that level of attack power. But I can't waste food, so I have to endure it."

Sakura Ayane said solemnly.

"In the end, it was Takizawa-san who helped me kill that difficult enemy. He was amazing. He was originally dealing with an opponent of the same level, but when he saw that I couldn't do it, he lent a hand and dragged me over to deal with my part. I am really grateful to him. He looked so handsome at that moment, and his stomach was so strong."

"How should I put it? It feels like this is his style." Hidaka Rina thought for a moment and said with a wry smile.

The staff heard about such an interesting daily event and laughed in a friendly manner again.

But the producer is gone.

Moriki Hiroshi stood there with his hands folded. He was unexpectedly calm, his temperament was extremely sharp, and an indescribable light flashed in his eyes again and again.

Chapter 131 Two-Faced Man

Hiroaki Tsuchiya knew it was time for him to update.

The empty room was filled with the languid red light of dusk outside the window. The broad figure on the chair cast a long, distorted shadow at the diagonal back of the single bedroom, deeply imprinted on the wall and bed with cheering posters. The air was entangled with loneliness and stillness, and silence covered the passionate heart. It was as if a heart-warming snow had fallen here.

Almost a month and a half has passed since he posted a high-profile announcement on his blog that he would be doing a 100% ultimate perfect legendary strategy guide for "Silver Rise Fantasy".

During this period, he completely completed the game, unlocked all the processes, content, achievements and easter eggs under the pressure of nightmare difficulty, prepared the materials by category, collected the creative team's thoughts, and even analyzed the first public play of a male guest at an offline promotional event. Now all he needs to do is write a complete article.

Tsuchiya Hiroaki's original intention was to take a few days off after completing these annoying preparation stages, relax and recharge himself, watch some anime, visit exhibitions, then come back to fill up on energy drinks, get excited until blood is gushing out, and finally write the best game guide in China.

According to previous calculations, the entire topic should be coming to an end now. It should have been like this... if I hadn't suddenly gone to Crimson Roses in Shinjuku to eat the collaboration curry.

Tsuchiya Hongliang put all his weight on the ergonomic chair under his buttocks, staring at the blank document with no progress like a puppet with its soul extracted. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked very haggard. He was holding a chocolate bar between his fingers, and occasionally took a small bite of it, sighing with melancholy.

The bear man is actually a person who cares a lot about his appearance. The word "otaku" has a certain negative meaning in today's social evaluation, and it accounts for a relatively large proportion. As a big hand with hundreds of thousands of fans, spanning multiple fields such as tasting, gossip, analysis, and popular science, he feels that he has the responsibility to represent his brothers to show the extraordinary quality and handsome style of otaku, so he attaches great importance to appearance. He cuts his hair, trims his eyebrows and shaves his beard frequently. Most of his clothes are clean and flawless white. He is neat in every way he walks, stands, sits, and lies. He is absolutely upright in his attitude when shooting at exhibitions. He does not have any dark and dirty intentions to flirt with anyone. The articles he produces never pull down others, do not fan the flames, and do not make things up. The evaluation is also based on data, and professionalism comes first.

It is precisely because of his action, noble sentiments, no nonsense marketing, and focus on his works that he is recognized by his peers in the circle and is honored as "Second Dimension Menxu Kaiden", "Anime Master", "Paper Man Intimate Brother", "Qualified Hero from Another World"...

But now everything has changed.

Tsuchiya Hiroaki, who was known as the Little Abe Hiroshi [Note: Japanese actor and model, his major works include "Dragon Sakura" etc.], stopped burning, his professional spirit dissipated, and even his proud appearance management was flawed. His hair became very greasy because he had not washed for many days, the chest of his white sleeves was stained with oily stains from drinks and food, and his beard was stuck to his chin like weeds.

The computer screen entered the standby interface after being silent for a long time. He silently moved the mouse to terminate the standby mode, and then it remained silent for a long time before entering the standby interface again, repeating the cycle over and over again.

He knew he had to write something. The materials were all there, and everything was ready, except for the work. But he kept writing and deleting, and in the end, he ended up with nothing.

Aliang once heard that any creator would have an empty mind. He didn't know if he was too optimistic. He always thought that Yoshihiro and Kentaro would quickly find more materials and postpone the update. But who knew that he would be the one who would be delayed the fastest.

A Liang waited from early morning till sunset, and in the one minute before 9:29, he wrote a terrible preface that was so bad that it was blindingly ugly, like a lump of top-quality fertilizer that crops love the most. This is a fact that he cannot change. He will remember this minute, but not take it seriously.

When the dusk ended, Liang knew that inspiration would not come again.

I'm starting to procrastinate, right?

Whenever the bear man closes his eyes and thinks, the memory scene of a crowded restaurant filled with noisy voices will jump out of his mind. Sitting in the corner is a man who has haunted his dreams, and he is chatting and laughing with a young girl.

Summer in Tokyo, why did time pass so quickly? The people around him changed, and some disappeared?

Tsuchiya Hiroaki crushed the chocolate bar in the ashtray.

In fact, he doesn't smoke at all. He bought an ashtray and put it on the table just because he thought it would make him look like a poet.

Liangzi opened the webpage out of habit, logged into Yinquan's website, and saw the push notification, which was published 1 minute and 24 seconds ago.

His eyes came alive and stars were rising.

Tsuchiya Hongliang put on his headphones and leaned back in his chair, a smile unconsciously appearing on his face, all his decadence swept away, spring was back, fresh buds were breaking through the soil, the roots of flowers were climbing up the body, it was like bathing in the shadow of an old green forest, tiny elves were flying around, playing the harp with clear sound like spring water.

It had been a long time since he had delivered a letter, and it had also been a long time since he had felt so hungry and thirsty. Although he knew the road was not very far and he would get off the bus soon, the twenty minutes of broadcasting made him feel so warm.

When he opened his eyes again, the bear man stood up, stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the brilliant neon lights. He was bathed in the night fire, and his whole temperament was different, as if he had opened a second door and the truth solved his doubts. It was also as if he had survived a cold and desolate winter, and what greeted him was a world full of vitality and revival.

"I understand."

Tsuchiya Hongliang muttered to himself and sat back down. Now he felt that his thoughts were clear and his mind was flowing. The beginning of this large-scale topic might as well start with the story of Aiwani and the first generation of Yeluan Sword King.

...But before we officially start work, there is still one small thing to do.

The bear-like man clicked on the URL in his favorites and was automatically redirected to a certain account page. He browsed it carefully, then opened the chat software, thought for a few seconds, and entered the key words. Soon, a bunch of group chats were searched out.

"Takizawa Satoru Fans Group (Harmonious Communication)"

"Elredo Explosion Company·Online Running Group No. 1"

"Pannis Tool Training Range·Online Running Group No. 2"

"Prepare in advance for a group of BL fans of Takizawa Satoru (male fans are not allowed to join)"

"9527 Silly People and Silly Things Photo Resource Collection Group (Good People Have a Peaceful Life)"

……

I can feel the deep love from netizens.

However, these are not what Heisei's Kong Ming wants.

Hope is neither existent nor nonexistent. It is just like the road on earth. In fact, there is no road on earth, but when more people walk on it, it becomes a road.

Tsuchiya Hiroaki nodded, clicked the Create Group Chat button, and after thinking for a long time on the name line, he finally typed in "Takizawa Hidaka Manzai Broadcasting Fans Group". When it came to the introduction line, his fingers paused on the keyboard for a long time, and finally, half-jokingly, like a spy slogan, he typed in a bunch of random characters like "@日高里菜".

Click the mouse, confirm, and the creation is successful.

After finishing all this, the bear man heaved a long sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. Just as he was about to put this aside for the time being and do his serious work, the words that had enlightened him came to his mind again and lingered in his ears.

——'Takizawa-san and I are from the same class and we have a very good relationship, so Mr. Kong Ming was not wrong, it is indeed us.'

Tsuchiya Hiroaki looked hesitantly at the bookshelf filled with collectibles. There was a BD of the only public event of "Firefly Forest" so far, which was also a precious video recording of someone's first appearance event. He discovered it while tracing the source and purchased it together with the promotional BD of "Silver Rising Fantasy".

Having watched it so many times, it’s natural that I can’t forget some of the important interactions.

'This time we used the pre-recording method. After all, the schedule was not tight. Don't think they are very close now. Although they are indeed very close, they didn't communicate at first. The seats were very far apart, and there was no one in between. I think this is good. The work itself is about the story of two people cultivating precious memories like treasures on a small stage. Later, the distance between the two people gradually shortened, which really fits these. As the coordinator, I am very happy. And it is worth mentioning that in and out of the play, Hotaru is the active one. '

"It's because this guy is so rude, he doesn't take others seriously at all, he has no respect for others at all, I went to remind him to be polite!"

'As the saying goes, there is no friendship without fighting. Now we have a very good relationship. She often supervises me to give up my seat to the elderly, return lost property, protect the environment, respect teachers... Uh, this activity should be recorded and used as a special prize for the later sale. Be reserved.'

"Pa!" This was an attack of slapping one's arms in anger and shame, and Tsuchiya Hiroaki remembered it clearly.

The bear man hesitated, a conflicted and struggling expression on his face. He scratched his greasy hair silently, his eyes filled with dark thoughts. The atmosphere in the room froze again, and the spring day was shrouded in dark clouds.

A Liang suddenly remembered a movie. The local prosecutor walking in the light had the left half of his face burned off by fire. One half was intact and the other half was covered with flesh and bones. Suffering from physical and mental pain, he finally understood in the hospital how to make a choice between good and evil, which is to toss a coin.

Tsuchiya Hongliang took out a game coin from the drawer and spent a little time to make a distribution in his mind: the front side was to maintain the original intention, and the back side was to take another path.

He hesitated for a moment, then gently tossed the coin upwards. The coin spun in the air, fell on the table, and bounced onto the keyboard.

The bear man froze in place.

The coin was embedded in the keycap.

Not the front, not the back.

It's in the middle.

Tsuchiya Hongliang temporarily forgot a lot of things. The noise of the night city outside the window suddenly faded away. The heart under the fat layer seemed to be split into two halves. The angel was comforting him with all his heart, crying and insisting, and the devil was laughing, provoking his fragile nerves with a flaming fork.

A terrible, bold, and absurd idea that deviates from the bottom line of one's own loyalty and principles is spreading like a virus and drilling into the heart and brain like a parasite.

The bear man stretched out his hand tremblingly, then retracted it, and stretched it out again, repeating the previous process.

Create a group chat, enter a name, think of a description, and confirm.

Each step was getting faster and faster, just like his mind, which went from resisting panic to trembling and calming down. Was this a fall from the clouds, or a return to the true path covered in mud?

Now there were two windows in front of him.

"Takizawa Hidaka Manzai Broadcasting Fans Group"

"Takizawa Sakura Friendship Concurrent Witness Group"

The sunlight faded, the lights dimmed, and there was no light on in the room. Tsuchiya Hongliang leaned sideways to get some water, half of his face was illuminated by the computer screen, and the other half was hidden in deep shadows.

There were messages coming one after another. It was the application to join the group.

Aliang smiled slowly, half in the light and half in the shadow, the smile seemed warm and strange.

……

Sakura Eiji put on headphones and leaned back in his chair, frowning unconsciously. He felt relaxed and clear that everything had been swept away. Winter was coming, and the evil spirits of hell were breaking out of the ground. The hot chains climbed up their bodies, and it was like bathing in a terrifying crimson hell. Bloody bats were flying around, and in the wind, the devil was chanting the Bible in a pretentious manner.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a middle-aged man walking back and forth in the office with a changeable expression. Sometimes he looked at his mobile phone, and sometimes he faced PPT and tried to escape from work. He was depressed and irritable.