Tokyo Sound

Chang Jingjun, who had jumped ship and followed the company, was still working overtime. He saw the ambitious president in the office, covering his head in deep thought.

This is very rare.

He was a man who was determined to make a spark start a prairie fire. From the founding of the company until now, he had never shown a cowardly attitude. But on this night of overtime work, he actually scolded himself in an empty environment.

Is it that they are finally going to launch a fierce attack on the top legion in the industry? And will this cause huge turmoil? Or is there a plan that dominates all personnel that is not perfect enough? Is it related to the future of their dreams?

Chang Jingjun didn't dare to disturb him, so he withdrew his hand that was knocking on the door, quietly returned, and continued to work overtime.

……

In front of Yin Ze was a bowl of instant noodles, a limited edition with meat, which offered a free price increase for an increased quantity. In addition to this staple dish, there was also some leftover salted fish and Chinatown Hongmen braised dishes.

Under normal circumstances, he would not be so extravagant as to have a mere dinner, but today was the day when Yoshida-san's outsourced work was completed, and the man felt entitled to indulge himself, after all, the reward for this order was not cheap.

Of course, as a responsible person, I have to check again before sending it to see if there are any omissions.

The software took a long time to load before it opened. Master Yin opened and closed the layers in detail to check the design. Finally, he shamelessly sighed that this element, this combination, this conception, and this aesthetic were really good value for money. Mr. Yoshida was really lucky to meet such a master as himself, who could contribute to his project.

Oh? Some flaws? Why didn't I notice it before?

Alas, one cannot immerse oneself in a picture for too long, or one will fall into the state of being confused by the person involved while the bystander sees things more clearly, and the master is no exception.

Dedication is unquestionable. The man quickly plugged in the tablet and started to modify it.

But it didn't take long.

The software has become unresponsive.

Master Yin waited patiently. It was understandable that this low-configuration laptop could not keep up with his extraordinary speed in painting.

Not long after, an error message popped up.

Master Yin looked pale.

Click on the source file and read failed.

It was night, a cloudless night.

From the small and cheap apartment came a heart-wrenching, heart-wrenching wail, scaring away the resting crows.

Chapter 132: Must We Work Hard?

"Effort and Struggle: This is a new audition. It's a tough one, but I believe you can handle it!"

"Pure Moon Man: My novel has been serialized on the web. It will be published and adapted in due time. It won't be a problem to gain both fame and fortune! The journey to the starry sea begins here! I know you are extremely excited now and want to read it right away, so I put the link here--"

"Auto Mechanic: This new barbecue restaurant is having a discount promotion, and it looks like the price of vegetables will go up next week."

"Mature and steady adults: Have you watched this broadcast? How are your grades? Have you not let me down? Also, is your fever getting better?"

……

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked, I just think they are noisy.

The laptop stood there silently, with another error pop-up on the screen. It didn't cry or laugh, but just mocked in silence.

Yin Ze was sitting cross-legged on the floor, with an unlit Peace cigarette in his mouth and a data cable in his hand, like an old monk in meditation. This was an epiphany under the Bodhi tree, because in such a huge desperate situation, a bold and amazing idea came to him.

Schrödinger's Corridor of Life has been running for a long time, from the initial concept version V1.0 to the current enterprise flagship cracked version V3.9D. It has wider compatibility, lower energy consumption, a completely redone UI, more user-friendly operation, and even developed overclocking black technology, which can help you concentrate and sober up, and speed up your thinking. It is truly the first cross-era product in history that can use software to repair hardware.

Judging from my feeling, this set of void equipment should be able to continue to be updated and iterated. Now that the situation is urgent, it is time to actively explore its potential!

Although the source file was damaged, the design draft was still well preserved in the Corridor of Life.

The question is, how to copy the output?

Wireless transmission is definitely not enough, but this data cable may give people some inspiration.

Like this, just plug one end into the laptop's port and the other end into...

Yin Ze touched his ears, which were closest to his brain, then his nostrils and mouth, and his eyes got lower and lower. Finally, the man woke up and shook his head with a gasp. He finally threw away the data cable and gave up before reaching the inhuman realm.

Flesh and blood can’t do it, or at least shouldn’t.

A message pops up on the phone.

"YoShi-P: Teacher, how is the progress?"

"Yin Ze: It's already been drawn, but it needs some minor revisions."

"YoShi-P: Thank you very much for your seriousness. Can you submit it tomorrow?"

"Yin Ze: I'm afraid not. I have very high requirements for quality."

"YoShi-P: Is it serious? You don't want a large-scale remake? We won't be able to keep up with the implementation."

"Yin Ze: Don't be afraid, it's just a technical adjustment."

"YoShi-P: Is the day after tomorrow okay?"

"Yin Ze: Haha, leave it to me!"

"YoShi-P: Really reliable."

Men on the Internet are passionate and energetic, and their punctuation marks are full of the professionalism and ease of industry experts. Men in real life have trembling fingers while typing, sweat pouring out, a pale face, and red eyes.

Master Yin checked the time, put his laptop into his never-used school bag, hurried out, and headed straight for the repair shop in Akihabara Electronics Town.

"This file of yours is difficult to handle. The store manager is not here today, so he has to come to your home for repair. Try another store." The young clerk looked at it and shook his head.

"Without a backup, recovery is purely a matter of luck." A capable female craftsman wearing a baseball cap, who was helping someone DIY a host, took the time to come over and take a look, and said with compassion like a doctor facing a terminally ill patient.

"This one is no good anymore. This model is from four or five years ago, right? Have you ever considered selling it? It's quite a classic and they're no longer in production. It's quite rare, so I'd keep it here as a collection." An old man of a certain age and wearing glasses examined the laptop carefully, clicking his tongue.

The man walked out of the store frustrated, looking at the crowds of people, and his mood was difficult to calm down. He was sublimated, not knowing where he came from or where he was going.

All strategies are exhausted.

It's over!!!

He squatted on the street, sighing.

Assuming Yoshida-san's working hours are 9 a.m., there are still 32 hours until the day after tomorrow to submit. The current situation is that I have memorized the finished product drawings in my mind, but I don't have the goods on hand. If I treat it as a copy, I don't know if I can catch up... Mainly all the design drafts, all of which require accurate three-view drawings, especially the pile of equipment, each model must be attached with the front and back sides. If it is not clear, the modeler will come with a knife to chop people.

4 complete characters with a complete set of gear from helmet to boots.

Damn, my eyes are starting to sore when I think about having to press Ctrl+R to drag the ruler to align the drawing view.

The Corridor of Life is calculating at high speed and estimating the feasibility. Finally, it is shown that in a race against time, the success rate of firefighting is 88.584%.

Woohoo, this is too much. Why would this be the result when there is a chance only if you try so hard… If it is a dead end that cannot be saved no matter how hard you try, then Master Yin could give up his fantasy on the spot, apologize to Yoshida-san in tears, and admit that he really did take out the heart when he performed the heartbeat magic and it cannot be restored.

I could have endured the endless darkness if I hadn't seen a glimmer of light.

Yin Ze stood there for a while, then turned around and went to the shop owner to buy a second-hand phone. This was a necessary expense, otherwise who could bear another crash? As for this old laptop, I won't sell it. After all, it has been with me for so long, I have developed feelings for it. I remember that when I first came here, I relied on this thing to get by, so it's nice to have it as a souvenir.

The most important thing is that all the photo resources you searched are in it.

The old man seemed a little regretful that he couldn't buy the antique machine, but he was still very enthusiastic about doing business and was helping him to match it very carefully.

"Your budget is too small, which is a bit embarrassing. It's hard to get an SSD. Since you're going to change the host directly, you might as well grit your teeth and get more money in one go. The 5-series Odin + Cloudshield, which was just released half a year ago, will make you have fun. It's definitely not wrong to match it with a high U now. Look at how valuable the Nordic 2600K is. You might as well go for Leviathan, but Cloudshield seems a bit low-end. Just go for the Rainbow. In this case, the power supply and heat sink will have to be replaced, but the big money has been spent, so don't be stingy with the small money. Oh, by the way, you're a painter, so the memory must not be low. First, try 48G to see if it's enough..."

Yin Ze was very tempted, but politely declined, and walked around the store like he was in a vegetable market, touching and looking at things, blowing dust and shopping.

The old man frowned and sighed when he saw that even his mouse and keyboard were picked out from the pile. It seems that this time he can only make some money... The chassis was peeled and old, and someone was shameless enough to pester the boss to give him a mouse pad and a few data cables. The monitor was ruthlessly bought a new model.

Yin Ze returned safely with large and small bags. He picked up the tools and started to assemble these companions that were originally scattered all over the world and abandoned by different owners. He ended with a standard box-slapping palm technique for repairing old TVs. The assembled chassis hummed and the screen lit up.

The man checked his watch for the time like a special operations soldier, then dragged over a chair and sat down, taking a deep breath, mentally bringing the finished image to the edge of his field of vision, his eyes radiating the bright light of an overworked soldier.

'The sky you look up to is the sky of men. The boy who once dreamed under the starry sky?'

The phone rang at the exact moment.

Why do you always disturb me when I want to fight for my life? !

The man answered the phone expressionlessly. He had already made up his mind that no matter who it was or what it was, he would say "no" firmly and coldly!

Go away, you damned gentle ones.

"Takizawa-kun? How is your cold?" The voice that came was Maaya Uchida.

"The fever is gone, and you still have a runny nose. It's okay." The man insisted firmly, his tone revealing the texture of steel.

"Make sure you get some rest."

"Well, thank you for your concern. Today I still have..."

"I stewed some chicken soup, but there was too much for my brother to finish. I thought since we live pretty close to each other, I might as well send it to you. It will also provide you with nutritional supplements. If it's convenient, I'll come over right away?" asked Maaya Uchida.

“Very convenient.”

"Okay, send me the address."

The phone hangs up.

As the saying goes, sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. Mental work is also labor, especially physical labor. Uchida Maaya always shows her gentle side at the right time. I haven't eaten yet, so there is no reason to refuse her kindness. It's a great honor to make such a friend.

Master Yin touched his hungry stomach and thought.

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

Driven by the seven deadly sins of gluttony and greed, the man ran briskly to open the door.

"Oh, please come in. You must have had enough trouble on the way. I'm sorry to bother you to come all the way..." The man stopped talking halfway through.

"You suddenly become so enthusiastic, I'm still a little unaccustomed to it." Sakura Ayane outside the door gave him a rather strange look, but then she laughed, raised the beautifully packaged takeaway in her hand, and tilted her head slightly, "I sent you a message today but you didn't reply to me, how are you, are you feeling better?"

Chapter 133 Fair Trade

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Yin Ze supported himself with his hands on the door frame.

"I told you, you didn't reply to the message yourself." Sakura Ayane explained.

"If I'm not at home, wouldn't you have come all the way in vain?" Yin Ze lamented that young people act on impulse and don't estimate risks in advance.

"It's okay, just take a taxi back." Sakura Ayane didn't care.

"...Hey, you just came here, but you brought so many things with you. It's a bit too formal." Yin Ze lowered his eyes and focused on the gifts.

"My dad said that when you visit a friend, you can't go empty-handed." Sakura Ayane snorted, "Why are you standing at the door? Why don't you invite me in and have a seat?"

"Oh, go ahead." Yin Ze quickly made way, bowed and stretched out his hand like a butler welcoming his master back.

The girl stepped in as she wished, and looked around curiously at this small single world that integrated the kitchen, living room, and bedroom. Since there was no clutter or garbage, it was clean and tidy overall. The wall paint had peeled off a lot, and yellowed posters of outdated idols were posted on the powdered walls. It was probably decorated by the previous tenant. There were five or six such "band-aid" decorations. A dusty computer with unsorted threads was playing a song. The biggest advantage of the knock-off speakers was that they were powerful and vibrating. The air was filled with old Chinese songs full of a sense of age.

There is nothing else except the furniture of tables, chairs, boxes and cabinets, and no other novel objects. It is a very ordinary old house, which perfectly interprets the word "simple". If the living environment can reflect a person's quality, then this man is undoubtedly stuck in the average line, neither higher nor lower.

Neither happy nor interesting, Sakura Ayane, who had originally come here hoping to discover a strange little secret, was a little disappointed.

"Just make yourself at home." Yin Ze was still very polite. He took out a clean glass and asked like a bartender, "Sir, would you like hot water or tap water?"

"Glenfiddich [Note: a type of Scottish whisky] on the rocks, please." The girl casually said the name of a drink she had heard from somewhere.

"Glen represents the majesty of the valley, and Fiddich represents the elk and its unrestrained passion. You can't judge a person by his appearance. I couldn't tell that you are quite knowledgeable." The man said solemnly, "Come on, the complementary wine is the best thirty-year-old snakehead wine [Note: a kind of medicinal wine brewed with snakes]. It is guaranteed to make you drunk and forget the world, and make you linger and indulge in greed."

Yin Ze then took out Mr. Kang's iced black tea from the small refrigerator and filled it up. The so-called snake head snack was vacuum-packed braised chicken wings. He turned around and looked at the guy who hadn't moved since entering the door, and said curiously: "Why are you still standing there? Come in."

"I couldn't find my slippers?" Sakura Ayane poked her head in.

"Because usually not many people come, there is no preparation. Just go in, it's no big deal." Yin Ze shook his head.

"Oh." The girl did as she was told, but she seemed to be taking care of the cleanliness of the host's house. She moved on tiptoe, and her tiptoeing looked like a cross between a novice thief who had just debuted and a young ballet dancer who had just started practicing. In addition, she was carrying the takeaway, so her image of a juggler on stilts was very vivid and unforgettable.

"...If you care so much, why don't you wear mine?" Upon seeing this, the man generously transferred his foot equipment, the pink rabbit-head slippers.

"I don't want it since it's already been warmed up by your big feet." The girl said with disgust.

Hey, that's quite exquisite.

"I don't want the cotton and wool ones for home use. Do you want the plastic flip-flops specially designed for bathing?" the man asked again.

"I'm not used to flip-flops. They hurt my toes." The girl objected.

"What? Haven't you worn clogs before?" the man asked in confusion.

"...My friends are all very busy. We haven't been to festivals or fireworks displays yet, so we haven't worn it." The girl answered firmly.

"Is that so? Then there is only one last solution. I have a pair of coarse cloth gloves for cleaning. Put them on and then enter the Qiankun Reversal, that is, move in an inverted position." The sincere man had just finished speaking when he quickly and flexibly dodged the other party's angry but practical but not heavy attack of throwing a sofa pillow.

It seems that with the communication, Sakura's tolerance index has increased a lot. In the past, she would have regretted it with a palm strike, but now, she just fought back symbolically because she couldn't bring herself to lose face. It seems that she is not just talking, but is indeed progressing towards a mature and steady adult.

This is very bad. Once you evolve to be completely immune to being teased, your future self will lose a great deal of the joy of life.