Tokyo Sound

"In order to exclude Catholic involvement from school education and political activities and suppress Catholics, Bismarck tried to completely separate church and state..."

"It's a bit difficult, but it basically tests historical facts, and doesn't require too much discussion and evaluation. This is probably based on the style of the University of Tokyo, which focuses on basic academic ability and logic, and doesn't require memorizing many words. Waseda University and Keio University are relatively simple, but they require key words, and you have to remember all the names of people and places. Oh, among national universities, Hitotsubashi is also quite difficult." Yin Ze took out the experience taught by the director of Mediterranean Studies and the iron-blooded educator Principal Gu Quan and analyzed it step by step.

"You talk as if I can take the exam." Hidaka Rina rolled her eyes.

"Are you...studying?" Shimazaki Nobunaga looked at the two people huddled together holding textbooks, feeling a little bewildered. The hardcore content was far from the conversation he had imagined.

"That's really weird. I'm a college student and she's a high school student. Is there anything wrong with us discussing knowledge together?" Yin Ze turned his head and looked at me with disdain. "Do you think everyone is like you, dreaming of becoming an unrealistic ACG literary giant all day long?"

"You, how can you insult people's dreams with such empty words?" Shimazaki Nobunaga widened his eyes. "When I was in school, I was also the student council president. I was a role model and example in the eyes of teachers and students. Now I am reading famous books from ancient and modern times at home and abroad, which embellishes my soul more brilliantly. I demand that you apologize for your slip of the tongue!"

"Yeah, that's too much." Rina Hidaka, who is always polite and well-behaved in her dealings with others, poked the boy with her finger.

"It's just like a quarrel between a couple and kneeling on the remote control panel. It's just a joke between brothers." Yin Ze pushed away her mischievous fingers. "In fact, I have always admired him very much. When I first met him, I felt that he was very talented. Speaking of which, I haven't seen you write pretentious literature for a long time. Although it's a bit rustic, but in front of Senior Ozawa, can you give full play to it and improvise a poem on the spot? Let people know the background of your Qinger Production Agency?"

"No, no, no, all my poems are critical." Shimazaki Nobunaga declined.

"It's okay, just make one." Yin Ze shouted.

"Then I'll give it a try." Shimazaki Nobunaga looked around the surroundings, the two people in front of him, and then at the older brother who kept rolling up his sleeves to wipe his sweat in the distance. He pondered for a moment and said slowly, "The feedback from the studio sound monitor tells us that the main role is impermanent, and the rules of the workplace have lost their luster. The current situation is declining like vicissitudes of life. Arrogance and debauchery will not last long, just like a dream on a spring night. The tyranny will eventually be destroyed, just like the falling and rising of a star——!"

"Oh!" Hidaka Rina clapped in surprise, "That's amazing."

"Haha, it's just a casual work, not worth mentioning. There are metaphors in it, all for the sake of literary quality, don't delve into it too deeply." Shimazaki Nobunaga laughed heartily.

"You're really strong, Brother Shimazaki Nobunaga." Someone agreed reluctantly, out of consideration for the presence of outsiders.

"It's just so-so, Takizawa-kun~"

"Sorry to have delayed you all. This is the only version we will use. You can go home now." The generous voice of the sound director sounded.

"It's time to get off work!" When Yin Ze heard this, his whole spirit changed, as if he had a second spring, and he jumped up from the sofa.

"It's time to get off work." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was delighted when he heard this, like a student who was detained at school and finally got liberated when her homeroom teacher received a call from her husband asking her to go home for dinner. "Yoko-san, please give me more advice next time."

"Are you in a hurry to leave? Do you have any plans for later?" Hikasa Yoko still felt a little unsatisfied, she felt that she was talking about the key point.

"Uh, no." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was stunned.

"That's easy, let's go have dinner together." Hikasa Yoko nodded with satisfaction, "You are just starting out and life is difficult, so as your senior, I will treat you."

"..."

"Hey, why don't you guys come along?" Hikasa Yoko invited enthusiastically, "Our signature newcomer, Osawa's Hidaka-chan, and Aoichi's minor role."

"Why did it collapse at my turn?" Shimazaki Nobunaga was heartbroken.

"That's the truth. If you don't like it, it won't count as you?"

"Whether I am happy or not depends on what delicacies I will eat." Shimazaki Nobunaga said solemnly.

"Senior Hidaka will be going to the private school later..." Yin Zezheng explained.

"It's okay, I can go. I can ask for leave from the private school. After all, it was Hikasa-san who invited me. To put it in a bigger picture, this is an exchange between IM and Ozawa." Hidaka Rina raised her head.

Are your respective positions in the society so high that they have risen directly to the diplomatic level?

"Okay, let's go." Hikasa Yoko acted like a gang leader.

Chapter 157 This time he is truly the Great Emperor

After get off work, colleagues have a drinking party, which is a half-hearted social event. For some lazy people who want to cut work out of their lives, this is the dregs of workplace social interaction. After work, they have to drink with their leaders until their stomach cramps. Don’t you see corpses everywhere in the flower beds and countless corpses sitting under the telephone poles? Japanese office workers have suffered for a long time!

Now, Master Yin, who was only thinking about going back to his room to lie down and waste his time, was asked by his direct young female senior to accompany him for drinks, and he was completely... unable to refuse this.

Following Yin Ze's recommendation, everyone chose an old shop with a sense of age.

In this era of rapid development, there are many trendy chain restaurants with clever operations, and posters on the walls show celebrities giving thumbs up and saying "sugoi". But in the end, the evergreen trees hidden in the streets and alleys are the best.

The elderly couple was busy in the kitchen, while their daughter, who had just returned from school, was sensible and was running to the front hall wearing an apron. After more than ten years of accumulation and improvement, simple home-cooked dishes have become as delicious as those in high-end restaurants. A small dish of cold appetizers, a few sips of sake, close your eyes and listen to the old songs on the old player and the laughter and sighs of the diners in the room, and the taste of life is within reach.

Panting, suppressing the heartbeat.

You smiled and said, long time no see.

He laughed at me and said I was so stupid, why should I rush in such a hurry?

Even sweating.

I don’t know why, but I’m looking forward to seeing you today, as if I’m meeting a different woman.

——"Jun Rose Beauty" [Note: refers to the song sung by Bushi Ming]

Due to the aging of the machine, the sound quality of the song is not very good, but the noise of wear and tear highlights the sense of time, and the mellow romance of middle-aged and elderly men goes straight to the soft bottom of the heart. Yin Ze lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling, and the small wine cup swayed slightly with the melody.

"I never thought that the photo resource reposting expert who is highly respected by young people on Twitter is actually a person who loves nostalgia like old wine." Shimazaki Nobunaga looked at him enjoying himself, "...Your taste is so old-fashioned, maybe you can have a good chat with my dad."

"What do you know? Old doesn't mean outdated." Yin Ze drank slowly, calmly, "In the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s, the wars stopped, the world became multipolar, the economy recovered, information was transmitted faster, and different cultures began to collide fiercely. How many great creations were born during this period, in this melting pot of inspiration. Until now, we have only innovated on the basis of our predecessors. If I think about it carefully, if there is another era like the embers of fire, it may only be the Interstellar Era."

"Are you really from the Heisei era?" Hikasa Yoko felt that the way he sipped his wine with squinting eyes was no different from the hairy uncle at the next table. And if he sneaked a peek at the waiter's thigh, he would perfectly fit the image of a sloppy old man in a TV drama.

"When I was having dinner with the older generation, such as the sound supervisor, they also said the same thing." Yin Ze said reservedly, "But it's okay, I'm not that old. I'm not interested in the Noh Kyogen and geisha performances they mentioned, but I do have a great interest in Sichuan Opera face-changing."

"No wonder you get along so well with those old uncles." Hikasa Yoko suddenly realized.

"In order to take shortcuts in his career, he would invite the older generation to old shops to drink and chat about the past, while he would help the younger seniors with their homework. He catered to their preferences and acted accurately. He was really cunning." Shimazaki Nobunaga conspiracy theory said.

"In order to clear the obstacles, I was so despicable as to poison the food and drinks of my companions." Yin Ze said as he sprinkled chili powder on the grilled fish of Brother Shimazaki Nobunaga, causing the latter to let out a heartbreaking cry.

"Are you trying to say that you are a traditional person?" Hikasa Yoko supported her chin with her hands crossed, exuding the weird aura of a sinister commander.

"A good man is neither traditional nor trendy. I think the goodness of a man can only be known by the woman next to him. It's just that who is poison and who is your treasure?" Yin Ze waved his hand and said casually. By the way, he unscrewed the cap of the large liter bottle of orange juice that had just been served to the table, and stood up to pour it for the two women who didn't drink.

"Oh my, what a gentleman! He's so attentive, but it's too obvious how he's trying to show it." Hikasa Yoko snorted when she saw her newcomer pouring drinks for her senior Osawa with both hands.

The man felt those uniform gazes coming at him and felt a little puzzled.

It's strange, how can pouring water be considered gentlemanly and attentive? If it was a banquet in his hometown, he would pick up braised pork elbow for a female classmate who was determined to lose weight. Shouldn't he be rewarded with a title and made a king?

"Takizawa-kun, I've finished my drink too." Shimazaki Nobunaga was making trouble again. He immediately received a cold and rude response.

"You don't have hands?"

"Oh, I'm not happy about being treated differently." Shimazaki Nobunaga pouted angrily and tapped the rim of the bowl with chopsticks, like a young girl who was hurt by her overbearing boyfriend.

"You seem a little abnormal lately..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu moved away calmly. He was indeed not good at dealing with the opposite sex, but that did not mean he was obsessed with the same sex.

It was Rina Hidaka who took the initiative to pick up the thin sake bottle and fill Shimazaki Nobunaga's glass, which the latter enjoyed very much.

"Oh my, this young lady with a mustache is so arrogant that she let the senior pour the wine for her and accepted it with a clear conscience." This time it was Master Yin's turn to be a little unhappy. He drank the whole drink in one gulp and smacked his lips.

Seeing this, Hidaka Rina, who was still holding a sake bottle, also stretched out the mouth of her cup towards his cup, but Yin Ze was not a fool, so he didn't dare to do that. In order to compare their personalities with the real fool, he quickly reached out to cover the cup and said kindly, "I'll do it myself."

Hidaka Rina tilted her head, looking a little confused, but still gave him the bottle. After the man finished pouring and placed it on the table, the younger senior took the bottle again, this time pouring wine for Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, who was always timid and nodded to accept it.

At this moment, Master Yin frowned, realizing that things were not simple. He had a suspicion of cultural differences and acclimatization.

"Well, then, um, do people here prefer others to pour the wine for them? Will it taste better this way?" the man whispered.

"Isn't it normal for a girl to pour wine for a boy?" Hikasa Yoko said, "It's polite."

"What, I am the passive party? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" Yin Ze was slightly surprised.

"No, it's always the girls who pour. It's an unwritten rule at the table," Shimazaki Nobunaga explained.

"What if we are strangers to each other?" Yin Ze asked.

"That's right, and if it's a stranger, we should give him face, right?" said Shimazaki Nobunaga.

"…Are there any special cases?" Yin Ze asked.

"They are just a couple in love. It's normal for the boyfriend to pour drinks and pick up food for his girlfriend." Shimazaki Nobunaga smiled mysteriously, revealing his white teeth.

The man's face was stiff. He didn't expect that Han Xiangzi, a dignified bartender, would make such a rookie mistake. Before, he always drank with a bunch of rough guys like Bai Jing. As a young pioneer who grew up under the bright red flag, how could he know this little-known fact about the island country?

What an outrageous and distorted etiquette! It's simply the remnant of feudal society. If you indulge in male chauvinism like this, you will be punished by the Beidou Bailie Fist and you will have to apologize.

"Not entirely, there are also cases where the elder brothers pour the wine for the younger ones." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu added.

The man's expression warmed up and he chuckled, "That makes sense. Miss Hidaka is both my senior at work and my junior in age. I should be considerate and polite to her in both public and private matters. It's not that I'm ignorant."

"It's a private gathering, so don't make a big deal out of it. There's no need to call us seniors or juniors." Hidaka Rina drank the orange juice, her eyes smiling into a pair of crescents.

"Yes, yes, it's not working hours, don't be so tense." Shimazaki Nobunaga followed closely.

"Are you trying to bury something in your words?" Yin Ze suddenly turned his head. He always felt that this idiot was tending to become the sinister villain in the animation. His eyes and attitude were annoying.

"No, I have always been honest." Shimazaki Nobunaga maintained a hypocritical smile and looked leisurely.

Hikasa Yoko kept nodding, and then looked at Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, who was sitting at the corner of the table, quiet and taciturn, and sighed like the eldest sister of a gangster family who found out that her younger brother was being bullied by a group of bad girls on campus.

"I remember you once made a bold statement that you wanted to become a novelist and redefine the way light novels are written? After all this hard work, have you made any progress?" Hikasa Yoko asked the only voice actor at the table who had not yet played a leading role.

"I have already rejected several outlines. Although they all have the potential to reach millions, my goal is to reach tens of millions. If I want to conquer readers, I must first conquer myself. It will soon be my masterpiece that I have worked so hard on." Shimazaki Nobunaga said generously, "If you have investment acumen, you should ask me for my autograph now."

"Does this mean you haven't started writing yet?" Hidaka Rina said half-comprehendingly.

“It moved, and it didn’t move.” Yin Ze said, “I wrote it, but it was basically nonsense, which is almost the same as not writing it.”

"That's a lie. What you've seen are all experiments. You haven't read my real masterpiece yet." Shimazaki Nobunaga stroked his bag, which contained his pride and soul. "I will definitely win the Lightning Library Contest this time."

"The pioneer of carbon-based biological aesthetics has a new draft?" Yin Ze smiled, "What kind of advanced art is it this time?"

"Well, since I'm invited to dinner today, I'll release some information in advance to liven up the atmosphere." Shimazaki Nobunaga carefully pulled out a stack of copy paper secured with a reverse clip from his bag, as if it were as valuable as a billion-dollar order.

Yin Ze, who was sitting next to him, took it directly and took a closer look.

At first I didn't take it seriously, but gradually I became dumbfounded.

Demonic Wars

"Shimada Nobumoto, a key university student, disappeared in an experimental explosion while researching controlled nuclear fusion. When he woke up, he found that he was not dead, but came to another world with another identity. This is a world of swords and magic. There is no rigorous science, only swordsmanship and forbidden spells that have been cultivated to the peak! Deep in the demon world where cold and darkness coexist, nine huge demon corpses guard the golden ancient coffin, which will last forever. And a letter of breaking off an engagement started Nobumoto's extraordinary journey of saving the world and hunting demons..."

Damn it! !

The man's heart was raging like the waves of the sea because of these words. Thunder and lightning, beacon fire, split and burned his soul.

"You, who are you?" Yin Ze's hand holding the manuscript paper trembled slightly, and his eyes were as big as bells.

"You look like you are impressed by my masterpiece?" Shimazaki Nobunaga was stunned, then smiled proudly, "Although I don't want to admit it, your suggestions and ideas are all good. I stayed up all night thinking about it and finally decided on this version. This book will definitely stir up the industry."

That's right brother, brother is too right.

"How about this, is there any progress?" Shimazaki Nobunaga held his head high.

This time it was no joke. Yin Ze pondered for a long time, and finally could only sigh, "The Emperor's posture..."

Chapter 158: Thing of Pride

"Thanks for your hard work."

Another drinking party ended, and people who were dizzy and confused were supported by each other to go home, and those who could not walk were carried into taxis by the crowd. Everyone swore that he would never vomit, but the experienced driver still took out a plastic bag and hung it on the drunk's chest.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, who was also drunk, waved goodbye to his colleagues in the production team, then turned around and walked unsteadily along the brick pattern of the sidewalk.

The city's street lights flickered, announcing the darkness of the night. The crowds of people passing by were silent, drowned in the noisy streets.

There is no night here. The noise and dazzling lights have forgotten the memories of the dark nights in my hometown in the endless rush of time. The dim moonlight and the highly saturated neon lights echo each other, telling the loneliness in the sky and the prosperity in the world respectively. After being washed by beer and sake, Matsuoka Yoshitsugu looked around in a daze, feeling an inexplicable nostalgia and sadness for no reason.

The cell phone screen flickered on and off, the phone book was opened and closed, and I looked at my parents' names, with their shadows stretching out a long distance behind me.

There is a saying that goes "report good news but not bad news." He now has good news, but he doesn't understand what he is afraid of, and ultimately he didn't call it.

A city is a place where millions of people live together in solitude.

He can see the loneliness behind the bustling city. If people didn't have thick makeup on their faces, their smiles might be more friendly and natural, and people might be able to communicate better and become more friends.

Therefore, the type of person who is honest and outgoing is so rare and becomes the central topic of discussion.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu walked towards the small building. The room without lights on was his room.

I don’t know since when, the small rental house with dusty walls is not as deserted as before. Although it is still pitch black to greet me every time I open the door, the feeling of "going home" is gradually becoming deeper, and the words "I'm back" also have warmth.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu collapsed on the sofa, breathing heavily with a strong smell of alcohol, rubbing his temples to relieve his fatigue. His alcohol tolerance was only average, even some girls couldn't drink more. But even though he felt uncomfortable, he still turned on the TV. The room was suddenly filled with various sound effects of animations.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu also promotes his account. Although he does not operate it as intensively as some people, nor does he aspire to be a literary godfather, he still does the necessary publicity and reposts updates like ordinary netizens.

A philosopher once said that vanity and greed are the two major fatal weaknesses of human beings, and vanity is the most difficult to eradicate.

He is no exception. After achieving some small success, he becomes curious about other people's comments.

The enthusiasm for Sword Sanctuary also spread to him as the main character. He could clearly feel that the number of visits to his Twitter account and blog suddenly increased.

But the well-known shortcoming is that people will talk big even if they only know a little bit, and rely on their own imagination and speculation for the unclear parts.