Tokyo Sound

College students and high school students stood side by side with their glasses in their right hands and their left hands in their pockets. After admiring the scenery for a few minutes, they moved on and continued shopping.

The spacious corridor was covered with reddish-brown carpets, which were lifeless when stepped on. On the walls were rows of paintings by masters. The small lights on the ceiling shone down like the light falling on the stage, and also to the glorious fragments of another dimension, the bright stars that had passed away, embracing everyone who walked here.

……

It was a bright and comfortable day. Master Yin wanted to continue sleeping, but Tool Man No. 1 Sakura sent a message, wanting to play a game at the Battle Night Arcade. In fact, since the more useful Tool Man No. 2 Shimazaki Nobunaga, the man rarely played prize games with Unit No. 1. However, in the spirit of recalling the bitter past and thinking of the sweet future, he gladly accepted it.

But the situation has changed. When he brought Unit 1 into the arcade again, the old guys who had defeated him pointed at him and laughed, saying things like "disgraced", "suicide man", "gun that pierced himself", "Bible maker", and other weird and rude things.

After finally finding a quiet spot to fight, another guy approached like a shy girl in love, with his chubby cheeks flushed like a throbbing lover, saying that he wanted his autograph. Master Yin frowned at first, showing his idol burden, and then mercifully agreed to everything the fan asked.

But the moment the fan took out the colored paper, the man realized that things were not simple, and his heart skipped a beat.

On the homemade colored paper, there are two characters, the Silver Knight and the Dual-Gun Heroic Spirit, with a Azure Dragon on the left and a White Tiger on the right. The Dream Tapir Girl Broadcasting logo is pasted in the center, and at the bottom is a string of quotes - "No one loses next", and the machine is very showy, turning over a row of No one lost next, which looks very international. In addition, there are semi-hollow fonts floating on the paper, such as "We are facing a master this time", "I will prove who is the peerless master", "Give me Lao Yuan, if you don't win, I will chop off your hand", "How did his shadow of collapse suppress me?"...

Wang Defa, you are using the Ultra Summoning to kill the Gun King?!

Yin Ze held the pen in his hand and was unable to make a move, but in the end he gave his real name professionally... After all, although the situation was a bit complicated, in some ways, this could truly be called a die-hard fan.

But unexpectedly, God's mercy was regarded as cowardice by the people of desire. First, the brother who committed the sin of pride came to tease him, and then the brother who committed the sin of greed, with a sincere expression, hoped that he would perform that again.

Before they knew it, the faces of these people gradually overlapped with those of the staff who were laughing at themselves for committing the sin of gluttony.

I wanted to communicate with you as a high-end player who lives in seclusion in the city, but I didn't expect that what I got in return was indifference.

Yin Ze pulled Tool Man No. 1 and escaped tactically.

Those single players who had been oppressed for a long time, seeing their oppressors retreat in defeat for the first time, burst into tears, cheered, hugged, and ran to tell others. After the sister Jazz used a quasi-professional joystick move and a cute female player took the initiative to buy water to kill all the dogs, this was the first time that the Alliance Army won a victory, which is worthy of being recorded in the history of the construction of the video game arcade.

On the streets of Shinjuku, the two stood in the crowded crowd and looked at each other.

"Where are we going now? I'm fine with anything." Yin Ze asked.

"Café? Aquarium? Bookstore?" Sakura Ayane thought of several places.

"Vulgar and unattractive." The man shook his head.

"Singing karaoke?" the girl said again.

"There are too few people, the atmosphere is not good enough, and we can't have fun." The man shook his head again.

At this time, a beautiful girl walked by on the street. She had a pure face and a hot body. She was wearing a belly-baring top and hot pants. Her twisting waist was full of charm and charm of a plump woman. Many compatriots couldn't help but cast their eyes on her, admiring, praising, or nodding. It was a replica of "The Malèna" [Note: a film directed by Giuseppe Tornatore and starring Monica Bellucci, Guiseppe Sulfaro, etc., released in Italy in 2000].

Then everyone turned around and was met with a death stare from their girlfriend.

Yin Ze was the warrior who stared at the beautiful girl the longest on this street, and the latter even gave a charming smile to this handsome and elegant man.

"Confident people are always beautiful." After a while, the man finally looked away.

"Your eyes are wide open, are you really that beautiful?" The girl curled her lips slightly and spoke in a slightly cold voice.

"Nonsense, it's not pretty, who would stare at it for so long?" The man said confidently, then pretended to be sad, stroking the air, "The autumn wind has added a bit of coolness, shaking off the petals all over the ground. Time is fleeting and makes people grow old, and happiness is broken in an instant. Alas..."

Master Yin sighed in a dignified manner, and walked towards Shengyang with his hands behind his back, with the demeanor and bearing of a lay Buddhist. Sakura Ayane obviously wanted to say something, but she found that the man was walking very fast, and his legs left a shadow. She had no time to say more, so she could only mutter a few words and hurriedly chase after him.

Some sharp-eyed compatriots around saw this and praised his professionalism. They decided to follow his example. However, before they could even repeat the poem, as soon as they uttered the first two words "nonsense", they were grabbed by the ears, their pride was interrupted, and they apologized with a gasp.

"I'm a little thirsty." Yin Ze lowered his scarred old baseball cap and looked at the hot sun.

"There's a fruit drink shop over there. I'll go line up. You wait a moment." Wearing a breathable sports shirt, overalls and sneakers, Sakura Ayane looked very heroic and energetic today. With her neat short hair, if you didn't look closely, you would think she was a dashing and handsome little boy.

Yin Ze liked hanging out with such responsible friends, and he found a place to rest with peace of mind. But after a while, he felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange. Those sitting nearby to rest were all young girls, while those waiting in line in the sun in front were all boys. It was as if Master Yin and Sakura had switched positions, and they were so out of place in their respective environments.

Yin Ze thought about it, and stood up, walked towards the team, patted Sakura's shoulder, and his domineering temperament was obvious, "I'll do it, you go sit down."

"Then I want a double scoop of strawberry milk tea with ice cream." Sakura Ayane said quickly, fearing that the man would go back on his word.

"You are gaining weight steadily now, and you are still drinking this kind of high-sugar beverage?" Yin Ze frowned as expected. "Every 100 ml of milk tea contains 2.4 grams of sugar and 6.3 grams of fat. In other words, each cup provides 41 grams of fat, which is more than 2/3 of the daily oil intake. There are also a lot of food additives... More importantly, the price of one cup is more than a bowl of rich tonkotsu ramen. I suggest you switch to lemon soda water with ice."

"I, I'm not fat, and I don't eat often, so I'm just a little greedy. What's wrong with drinking a little?" Sakura Ayane mentioned this topic, her face slightly red, "No matter what, I want this anyway."

Alas, okay.

Yin Ze successfully joined the team, while Sakura Ayane slipped back under the shade of the tree.

"Brother, you're awesome. You dare to talk to your girlfriend like that and even use the word 'fat' as the subject." The older brothers in front and behind all raised their thumbs, with a bit of envy on their faces.

"You misunderstood, we are not a couple." Yin Ze said politely.

"So that's how it is. No wonder, no wonder. There's really no need to be so humble." The brother suddenly realized.

Not long after, Sakura came back and showed him her phone. She asked with great interest and curiosity, "Is it okay to go there? I haven't experienced it yet."

Yin Ze looked down and saw that it was the Internet cafe that every teenager had lingered in. He hesitated and said, "Although I am tempted, I guess a minor can't go there, right?"

"Sure, you can go when you turn 16, but you can't stay overnight." Sakura Ayane raised an eyebrow, "How about it, do you have any ideas?"

"Forget it. I finally came out, but I'm just going to kill time here. It's a pity." Yin Ze thought about it and shook his head. There are still few PC games to play in Japan.

"You don't go to the cafe, bookstore, or aquarium. You don't even want to go here." Sakura was a little dissatisfied. "And don't think I don't know that you often go here with Shimazaki Nobunaga and the others. You stay up all night and have dark circles under your eyes and look listless for several days."

"Next time, definitely next time." Yin Ze took off his baseball cap and covered the girl's head with it to block out the sun, urging her to go back and cool off.

The girl who was sent away walked away muttering unhappily, as if she had received New Year's money but the red envelope was taken away and saved by her parents with good intentions.

Yin Ze continued to queue obediently. He inexplicably felt that the eyes of the guys in front and behind him were a little strange.

"If you're not a couple, and you're underage, you can't go. Tsk, the world is going downhill... humph." The guy in front carefully looked at the unreliable face of the man behind him, and considering the situation, he felt that he had guessed something and snorted contemptuously.

"You misunderstood again." Yin Ze was stunned for a moment and quickly explained, "She is just my sister..."

"Pervert." In the team, several brothers heard this morally corrupt declaration that they were not ashamed of but proud of, and they all made a "Puh" sound with disdain.

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……

Finally, Master Yin chose an elegant art exhibition, which should be harmonious and free from the disturbances of the world.

It just so happens that today the National Museum of Western Art is holding an event called "Michelangelo and the Ideal Body". The main work of this exhibition is the famous "David Apollo", which was specially brought from the Bargello Museum in Italy [Note: located in Florence, Italy, also known as Bargello Palace and People's Palace, it is one of the most important national museums in Italy]. It is truly a rare sight.

The ticket price is also very affordable, only a few thousand yen.

"There is controversy over who the sculpture depicts. One theory is that it is the biblical hero David, and another is that it is Apollo, the sun god in ancient Greek mythology. Look at the countless scratches left on the surface of the stone, the realistic texture of the skin, and the unimaginable craftsmanship. It's terrible. This is God." Yin Ze stared at the civilization treasure standing silently in front of him, carrying the weight of time, and sighed, "It is rigorous and closed, strictly adhering to the aesthetics and norms of ancient Greece, and the perfect ideal beauty. Michelangelo pursued the ultimate male beauty and dreamy body all his life."

"Why do you only pursue the ultimate male beauty...?" Sakura Ayane also looked up. It is indeed the pinnacle of technology and the symbol of civilization. The cold stone has been chiseled and chiseled to bring out the breath of life. Especially the uncovered lower body, which makes the girl feel a little uneasy. After all, it is a classical art. I really want to appreciate it, but I dare not look too closely...

"Maybe because he likes men." Yin Ze replied.

"Ah?" Sakura Ayane raised her voice slightly, then covered her mouth and asked softly, "How did you know this?"

"Don't you want to listen to the explanation?"

"These are two different things." Sakura Ayane was like a tacky middle-aged neighbor who was far more interested in the private affairs of celebrities than in human treasures. She continued to ask, "I'm curious."

"It's just a rumor, there's no evidence. He never married, wrote love poems to men, and wasn't very interested in the opposite sex. Leonardo da Vinci happened to have the same tendency..." Yin Ze shook his head and sighed, "The priceless treasure is right in front of you, but you care more about this kind of imaginary thing. When will you be as mature and steady as me?"

The National Museum of Western Art was built in 1959, with a total construction area of ​​17369 square meters. If you really want to visit it, you still need some time. Fortunately, the exhibition is thoughtfully divided into several sections in chronological order, from Gothic, Renaissance, Mannerism, to Rococo, each with a different area. Visitors can enjoy it according to their personal preferences.

"There's also an area for university exhibitions here." Sakura Ayane said as she looked at the 'Art Academy Student Works Area' written on the navigation board.

"The future belongs to the young after all." Yin Ze said in a mature tone, "Isn't the one above a work by a student of Women's University of Art? By the way, you are going to go to college, are you preparing for it?"

"Of course, my grades are still okay."

"Why don't I believe it?"

"My academic ability is better than Rina's, and I occasionally help her with math problems. You didn't expect that, did you~"

"I think the senior's results are not very good..."

"Do you dare to say this to her face?"

"Haha, I don't dare." The man paused, "How about I give you some guidance?"

"If you really want to help, I can accept it with reluctance. First, you need to make an appointment with mom for home tutoring." The girl said seriously.

"So troublesome?" Yin Ze groaned, "In that case, it's better to have less trouble than more."

"It only takes a few minutes to make a phone call. It's not a big deal." Sakura Ayane argued.

"Just pretend nothing happened. After all, your seniors might need my timely help more than helping you with your studies." Yin Ze whistled.

"...I don't quite get the hang of doing the Chinese test." Sakura Ayane said in a mosquito-like voice.

"What? Can't hear clearly?" Yin Ze moved closer.

"...If you have time, could you help me take a look?" The girl emphasized her tone a little.

"Is this the attitude of begging for a favor?" The man frowned majestically, "How about addressing elders and teachers with respect?!"

"...Please, please teach me Chinese." The girl lowered her head awkwardly and begged for help.

Hahaha, if I can’t deal with Ozawa’s Soul Catcher, can I not deal with my peers in the same company?

The man was pleased.

Sakura, who had been extremely strong since the beginning of the version when they first met, was finally able to resolve and conquer it by herself.

"So, classmate, what school do you want to apply to? Do you have any favorite institution?" Yin Ze asked in a friendly manner, like the director of the resource department of an institution for higher education.

"Dong, University of Tokyo." Sakura Ayane turned her head away, tangling her hair with her fingers again and again, and said embarrassedly.

"Which one in Tokyo?" Yin Ze nodded.

"It's the University of Tokyo." Sakura Ayane paused and added, "The one you attended."

"Be serious, I'm asking about this year's major, not the one you'll choose after repeating the grade for five years..." Before Yin Ze could finish his words, his instep was slightly trampled by the war.

The girl walked away angrily, wearing her sneakers, pushing the baseball cap on her head back, and walking away quickly, wearing it backwards.

"Give me back my hat."

"Humph."

Without his headgear, the true Tauren Chieftain of War Stomp can only wait and see... and find a chance to use Death Coil and mess up her hair later.

……

It was a bit hard to adapt to the transition from the exhibition hall of the great medieval painters to the student exhibition hall. It was like returning from the mottled battlefield of the weeping desert to the quiet academy of bookish atmosphere. Traditional art is a difficult and hard road, and those who have made achievements and left their names in history are all outstanding, and they are all stars who have achieved eternity in civilization.

When looking at paintings by famous artists, one can only sigh at the long, muddy and difficult road ahead, feel oneself insignificant, and be silent for the blood and tears poured into them and the murderous aura that presses on the opponent. But when looking at students' paintings, one is looking at oneself. At that time, everyone was still young, full of vigor and vigor, and wanted to crush all the fragrant dreams into colorful paints.

Having skills but no spirit is a common problem for many professionals at the end of their careers. Unfortunately, they no longer have time to look back and capture the innocence in the wind. Art university is the beginning of the anxiety of artists. Their strength is not enough to support themselves in the art world where gods are everywhere and winds are raging. After barely gaining a foothold, they can only make compromises and move with the flow of the water.

Yin Ze walked past the bizarre works, looking at them very carefully. The master's flawless and ruthless sword was right next door, and here were all newborn buds, not strong enough but full of vitality.

Compared to the peerless magic swords that were stained with the blood of their peers, he preferred these weak and real objects.

The man suddenly stopped in front of a few paintings and moved a little closer to observe them.

Title: The Birth and Fusion of Flowers and Girls

Bright orange-red rootless flowers bloom in the deep sea, leaving a gorgeous and stunning trajectory like a phoenix feather. The sunlight penetrates the water waves and turns into bright and fine dust to illuminate the flowers. On the other side of the light, on the other side of the flower, is the solemn face of the girl, with silver hair, snowy skin, and gray pupils. The flowers are in full bloom, but the girl is as cold as navy blue. The brushstrokes are delicate and the edges are clear, which is quite a legacy of fantasy literature from the last century.

"The transition between cool and warm colors distinguishes between humanity and nature. It's a unique idea, really good." Yin Ze praised softly.

The paintings in front of him were all from the same person, so the man wanted to move and take a look at the others.

Only then did I realize that there was someone standing on the right. I acted hastily and almost bumped into him.

When I came to my senses, I could smell the pure fragrance so close.

The grey chiffon dress was inconspicuous, and her hair was a simple, straight black hair that had not been dyed or permed. Her facial features were very soft. She had a nice smile on her face, her eyes were bright, and there was no aggression at all. It reminded people of a quiet woman walking in the ancient Kyoto in the 19th century.

They are keen on flower arrangement, with plain makeup, the most colorful of which is lipstick. They would wear wrinkle-free expensive kimonos and enjoy the mournful songs and dances of geishas across the Kamo River. They would hold a brush in their hands and work at their desks, their eyes filled with distant fantasies. Long white papers would fall from the low table to the tatami, on which were copied exquisite sentences of female poets of the Heian period, or love letters to their admirers from afar. When they traveled during the rainy season, they would still dress up meticulously, holding oil-paper umbrellas and wearing wooden clogs, crossing the vermilion bridge, with drizzle and cherry blossom petals falling on the thin umbrella leaves. In the distance, clear springs flowed, and the empty mountains were quiet.

"I'm sorry." Yin Ze apologized for his absent-mindedness and carelessness, stepped aside, walked around the quiet woman, and continued to look at the work.

The girl smiled and nodded, then stood where the man had been and looked carefully.

There were only a few people in the student exhibition area. After all, Michelangelo's masterpiece is here. In layman's terms, it is like a marble opening, reigning over the world, praising the three great masters of the Renaissance, and blessing you on the road of reincarnation. There is no comparison.

Yin Ze and the girl were both silent, the only sound was the slight sound of footsteps and the faint sound of breathing.

"…What's this word?" the man suddenly muttered to himself.

A person who preaches human principles, a person with a talent for converting between simplified and traditional Chinese characters, a senior expert in art history appreciation, and a person who travels through a parallel world, all find that they cannot understand the titles of the works.

Indigo, green worm, green lotus root?

Yin Ze scratched his hair and guessed.

"It's 'Qing繭'." A soft but resilient voice came from the side. The girl came over with her hands behind her back and said with a smile, "It means the blue cocoon."

"I see." Yin Ze said, and then shook his head pretending to be profound. "Students nowadays give weird names. They always want to make them more complicated. They seem to be very profound, but in fact they are a bit childish. You must know that the best way is to keep it simple."

"...It's okay." The girl felt a little uncomfortable and scratched the material of her dress with her fingers. "It's not that weird."