Tokyo Sound

"But after knowing the name, the theme suddenly became clear." Yin Ze nodded.

This time, the color is ultramarine blue. The girl in the raincoat is staring at the blue butterfly spreading its wings in front of her. The background is the dark air, with a spiderweb-like bouquet of flowers condensed, as if she is in the abyss. The raincoat wraps the girl like a cocoon. The girl's face is no longer pure and flawless like the previous one, but black hair and black eyes, with a scar-like blush on her face.

"It's very meaningful." Yin Ze said softly, "The pure cold tones are still distinguished, and the biggest highlight is the light from above. Although it is also cold green and lemon yellow, it is also given a subtle warmth against the background of high-saturation dark blue, just right. The atmosphere of heavy rain is also there. This one is more complicated than the previous one, but it has a solid foundation and a sense of story."

"You see things very clearly." said the girl in surprise.

"It's because the author has drawn so many things that I have so much to say." Yin Ze said modestly. He took a few more steps and looked at the next painting. The girl seemed very interested and followed him to look.

"Birth of Crystal", the birth of crystal.

This work is the most powerful, with a 3-meter-high canvas that requires one to take several steps back to conveniently see the entire picture.

The only word to describe it is "blossoming". With all the preparation and accumulation of the flowers and butterfly cocoons, it finally blossomed completely here at the end. It was a strength and excitement that broke through all shackles.

The strong light penetrates, and the green water lilies burst into unparalleled life. In the center, there is a regular, symmetrical, technologically beautiful crystal, which seems to grow absolutely in an instant. The transparent ice crystals spread at the bottom, and the splashing ice dew fills the picture, adding information and acting as a speed line, making the painting more dynamic and powerful.

"This guy really likes the color blue." Yin Ze raised his head. "It must have taken a lot of effort to make it so high."

"It seems that because of the graduation project, you are ambitious to make a giant painting." The girl also stepped back a few steps and stood beside her, smiling and said, "What do you think of this one, Mr. Judge?"

"Perfect." Yin Ze put his hands on his hips and gave an unexpectedly heroic answer.

"Such a high evaluation?" The girl was surprised and tilted her head slightly. "There are paintings by Rubens [Note: Peter Paul Rubens, a 17th-century Flemish painter and a representative of the early Baroque school] and Renoir [Note: a 19th-century French Impressionist painter who combined traditional painting techniques with Impressionist methods in his creations, using bright and transparent colors to express the vibration of sunlight and air and the bright atmosphere, with a unique style] next door. Do you understand?"

"Is this a graduation work? At least for this artist, it should be a perfect work." Yin Ze sighed, "Such a large piece of work can still ensure the integrity of the composition without any fragmentation. Although the main body is a symmetrical geometric shape, it is a trick, but it obviously took a lot of effort. The brushstrokes are highly precise, and it must be very painful to repair them later. For this person, this is a summary of what he has learned so far, and 80% of the things are stuffed in. For the author, of course, it is perfect. I believe that person must be very satisfied at the end and breathed a sigh of relief. The apron must be covered with paint and can't be washed clean. His hands and face are also dirty."

The girl just lifted her hair in front of her forehead in response.

"The shape of this pistil..." Yin Ze narrowed his eyes, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and exclaimed, "Was it a skull before? Was it modified in the end?"

"How did you know that?" The girl was surprised again. She raised her eyes again and saw a thick layer of strong paint.

What kind of eyesight does it take to see the draft hidden at the bottom?

"My personal style tends to be more European and American realism, and I often use classic elements like skulls. Practice makes perfect, I guess." Yin Ze sighed, "But classic also means old-fashioned. Nowadays, a simple skull is synonymous with tacky..."

"Indeed." The girl also laughed. "If I really draw a symmetrical skull, the teacher will definitely frown and say, 'This is a bit sick...'"

"I saw some nice paintings." Yin Ze added, not sparing any praise.

"Even compared to those famous classics?" the girl persisted.

"Of course." Yin Ze said affirmatively, "Picasso spent four years to acquire Raphael's level of skills, but he spent his whole life looking back on his childhood. Every stroke is full of heart."

This unwavering attitude made the girl feel a little embarrassed.

"When you study theories and techniques and achieve excellence in the eyes of ordinary people, your initial ignorance will inevitably be worn away by practice. When you go back and try to communicate with your childhood self, you find that your techniques have become iron thorns, deeply rooted in the road behind you, and you can never return." Yin Ze looked around and smiled with some relief. "Innocence is my teacher..."

"Which college are you from?" the girl suddenly asked, "Can I see your work?"

"To be honest, I haven't touched paper painting for many years..." Yin Ze said, "and my paintings are not as good as these. They are just the offspring of commercial production on the assembly line."

"commodity?"

"commodity."

Yin Ze finally moved closer and looked at the name and introduction of the artist below the huge painting. Then, as if he had spotted a great opportunity, he quickly waved to the girl, "I'll leave first. I wish you a pleasant visit to the exhibition today."

The girl waved back.

Soon, she looked at the young judge in confusion as he trotted out, tiptoeing slowly towards an unsuspecting little girl like a lion or tiger before hunting, then got close to her, quickly took off her baseball cap, and reached out to ruffle the little girl's hair.

In order to avoid causing trouble to others and disturbing the quiet atmosphere, the two people's wrestling was very restrained. You pushed me gently and I had to push you gently.

The girl looked at the competition between the elementary school students and was stunned at first, then laughed out loud in helplessness and surprise.

She turned around again and looked at the blooming ice crystals, the corners of her mouth curled up, as if she was regretful, yet complacent.

“…It’s not that good.”

Birth of Crystal

Author: Risa Taneda

Introduction: At the same moment, the same feeling passes through you and me, and this moment is a miracle.

Chapter 1: Dark clouds loom over the city, threatening to destroy it

"Takizawa Hidaka Manzai Broadcasting Fans Group"

"Dong Ge: In the peaceful days, I was like a drowning prisoner, like an empty shell praying to a broken idol, numbly and mechanically swiping the man's number, grinning like a slit-mouthed woman. I knew that this was a curse I had contracted, and this disease had no cure."

"Stir-fried sweet potatoes:?"

"Brother Dong: I rewatched the whole life broadcast, which barely relieved my sugar craving instinct, but this is just a temporary solution. Why haven't I been able to revive yet? I can't replenish my energy, and I'm about to die."

"Urban Strange Phlegm: Which school are you from? Does your homeroom teacher not care? You spend the whole day on your phone surfing the Internet, and don't you study?"

"Brother Dong: Haha, I have left behind my student status and become a worker with greater financial freedom."

"Stir-fried sweet potatoes: Are you planning to stay idle until the end of the day? You useless parasite, you will only make rice more expensive if you stay in this world."

"Brother Dong: Don't make a fuss. My family sells seafood. We catch fish and deliver them in the early morning. We finish our work and sit in the store to bargain during the day. Why don't you hold an offline event? I must grab a front-row seat, breathe the warm air exhaled by that man up close, and give him a few tuna to prove my feelings!"

"Austrian boyfriend: I won't die, and you guys are just my mistresses after all."

"Urban Strange Phlegm: Damn it, I told you to kick this guy out earlier, and now there's an infected person!"

"Five of Golden Pickup: By the way, are Takizawa-san and Hidaka-san just business partners? All the interesting interactions are for show effects. Now that there are no crosstalk shows to watch every week, I feel calm. I checked their Twitter accounts several times before and found that there is no communication. If there is, it is for publicity. To be honest, is it just a show?"

"Brother Dong: I think you are an old official, but you said such a ridiculous thing and disrupted the morale of our army. What do you want to do?!"

"Urban Strange Phlegm: What's there to be entangled about? Brother Takizawa has said more than once, 'Just a simple colleague'. If we really want to talk about their private relationship, we still have to look at Sakura, who made the tough guy generously swallow the spicy curry."

"Brother Dong: Great, one or two of them have become traitors, they are really in the vegetable market but their hearts are in the Sakura Courtyard! Could it be that they have secretly joined the neighbors and are spies for the enemy?!"

"Brother Dong: Our army has just finished a battle, and it is time to rest and recuperate in preparation for the future. You guys are not up to the task, and you are really impatient. Through an informant, I have obtained reliable information that the group next door is recruiting troops on a large scale, and group members are passing around the Firefly Forest activity CD for free..."

"Heisei's Kong Ming: Is this true?"

"Brother Dong: It's absolutely true."

"Kong Ming of Heisei: Well, I was careless for a moment and was almost fooled by that eagle-eyed and wolf-like Sima boy."

"Urban Strange Phlegm: ..."

"Heisei's Kong Ming: We should also take action and show support."

"Stir-fried sweet potatoes: The question is how do you support them? Broadcasts and live broadcasts are free and open to the public on Ginsen, there are no events, no character songs for sale, and no photo albums. However, Takizawa-san will briefly intermittently broadcast live on N Station..."

"Austrian boyfriend: It's useless. Last time I invested two samurai swords, he donated all the proceeds to the World Children's Fund. He is worthy of being the man I like. Hiss, hiss, this kind of person is beautiful and kind-hearted-"

"Urban Strange Phlegm: I think the 'Takizawa Satoru 10-year Single Fan Group' next door is more suitable for you. Although they are all vulgar female fans who are obsessed with that man's handsome appearance."

"Austrian boyfriend: I created that group."

"Heisei's Kong Ming:?"

"Stir-fried sweet potatoes:?"

"Brother Dong:?"

"Urban Strange Phlegm: What's going on? Are you guys MI6 fighting the CIA?!"

"Five from Golden Pickup: No one is replying to me? My topic is the root of this chaotic world where the winds and clouds gather and the dragons and tigers fight each other!"

"Heisei's Kong Ming: After all, we are just the audience, we can only watch the performance on the stage. Once the curtain falls, we can't see anything."

"Golden P.E.K.A. Five: Master, is everything we do meaningless?"

"Kong Ming of Heisei: Foolish boy, how can it be meaningless? You and I have established friendship because of our common hobbies. It is our greatest fate and gain to have met each other in this vast sea of ​​people. In addition, manzai makes you laugh, youth gossip makes you sigh for the past, and scheming makes you laugh. In this materialistic society, isn't a little bit of light happiness enough?"

"Brother Dong: Just like Schrödinger's cat, we don't know the truth behind the curtain, so the probability of sincerity and business relationship is 50-50..."

"Urban Strange Phlegm: I understand that my brother is an optimistic person."

“Hayate·DD·Alexander: What are you talking about? The news of the resurrection broadcast has come out! Why don’t you go and watch it!”

The group of enthusiasts fell silent immediately.

Thunder roared between heaven and earth.

The four countries, the nine provinces, the five provinces, and the seven provinces, all of them are rising up to the sky, with great momentum. Brothers scattered all over the country open the webpage together and squeeze into the official account.

Yinquan @onsen 10 seconds ago: "'The Dream Tapir Girl Will Not Eat You Radio·Resurrection' has finally started~ The most popular radio drama of the season has finally come to an end?! Is this a farewell? This time we will use the latest broadcasting technology! Let's meet on a cool and beautiful Saturday in the hot summer! Retweet for a chance to win a mysterious gift~! b(￣▽￣)d"

"Stir-fried sweet potatoes: If we fight well in this battle, there will be no more troublemakers in the world except for us vegetable eaters!"

"Urban Strange Phlegm: You just took one look and then you went back to the group, right? Why don't you take another look?"

"Ginquan@onsen: Participating guests, Takizawa Satoru, Hidaka Rina, Sakura Ayane"

"Golden Pika's Five: Coming with a fierce force, dark clouds looming..."

"Takizawa Sakura friendly witness group"

"Scallion fried rice without egg: I never thought that the power of the Dream Tapir Girl Broadcast would be fully unleashed in the hands of Miss Sakura."

"Yukiguro: I was also in the top five in that episode, which is understandable. What kind of episode would it be without Sakura-san?"

"El Explosion: Is this the dawn after the darkness? We have recruited many talents and avoided the sharp edge. We thought it would take a long time to rise up, but unexpectedly, this is a godsend opportunity. This is the perfect time to steal the authentic mainstream. The blue sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established!"

"Shieldman: What do you mean by stealing? It means taking back the glory that is yours."

"Zhongda, the scholar: Well, it's time to prepare a strategy and write a letter to submit. Zhuge Village next door is not an ordinary person. Fighting him always feels like fighting yourself. You must act carefully and make sure everything is linked together."

"Brother Dong: Thank you, military advisor."

"Chewing the thick phlegm: ..."

……

I'm Enterprise, Yoyogi, Shibuya-ku, Tokyo.

Yin Ze was half lying on the public sofa in the club, and the phone in his hand kept ringing, indicating that many people were @ing him.

Ugh.

He knew what it was without even looking at it, Moriki Hiro had told him in advance. For the trials that would come soon, he decided not to think too much about it for now, and quietly became a scumbag who would leave all the troubles to his future self.

In response to this, the man had only one question, asking why the Yamaha R6 that he earned with his own ability had not yet arrived, whether it was hype, a blank check, or someone else's money?

Kashiwa Ippei was sitting opposite him, concentrating on reading documents. After a while, the agent put down the thick printed paper and cast a stern look at the salted fish in front of him. He said angrily: "Matsuoka-kun has just encountered setbacks, but he has become stronger. He insists on reporting to the office every day. From top to bottom, there is no colleague who does not praise his responsibility. He even occasionally goes to the training center downstairs to act as a guest teaching assistant, selflessly imparting his only experience to the future seedlings of the industry. Now all the resources in my hands are poured into you, but you have this attitude. Alas, where there is comparison, there is a gap!"

"We are so familiar with each other now, so stop using those words. I'm tired of hearing chicken soup for the soul and all that. Just say what you want to say." Yin Ze propped himself up.

Kashiwa Ippei coughed lightly and glanced back secretly.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was seen chatting and laughing with Nakajima Maji, who, as the only designated intimate big brother in the office, had not been as radiant and sweaty as he was in the past few days. Nakajima Maji knew that Matsuoka would be in a bad mood during this period, so he took him out to play all day, and occasionally when he was too busy to take care of the baby, another intimate big sister Hikasa Yoko would take care of the baby.

In short, it looks like a doctor or nurse caring for a heartbroken and frustrated patient.

But Matsuoka Yoshitsugu's momentum far exceeded his colleagues' expectations. Although he was more reserved and taciturn than before, he always had a smile on his face. Even though resources were stagnant, he was still full of energy and vitality, taking on a lot of supporting roles and underwriting work. He didn't look like he had encountered any setbacks at all. Instead, he looked happy and fulfilled as if he had won a 100 million yuan lottery ticket, and everything he saw had a rainbow filter.

According to the voice actors on the Sword Sanctuary set, he sat in the corner and would occasionally laugh out loud.

...This seems a bit weird and creepy.

"What did you say to him that night?" Kashiwa Ippei was suspicious. "...Did you cast a curse on this honest kid?"

"We just had a brief discussion and decided to work together on our careers," Yin Ze said.

"That's it?" Kashiwa Ippei certainly didn't believe it.

"That's it." Yin Ze said while breaking the oranges on the table, "He gave up his citizenship, so I'll give up my citizenship too. Let's all go back to the countryside and farm."

"I can understand that..." The agent was silent for two seconds. "Bullshit! Have you ever asked for my opinion? Have you forgotten that we've been together through thick and thin? You two ran away, and I'm left alone? I'm trying to face the midlife crisis, and you're murdering the future of an old man whose youth has passed!"

"Why don't you come with us to Hokkaido?" Master Yin said seriously, "I've seen it all. The houses there are cheap and quiet. The cost of opening a company there is very low, and it won't affect business transactions. It's the era of information-based office. In addition, the local area has many preferential policies to stimulate the economy and retain young people. Matsuoka wants to repair cars, which we don't care about, but I can start an outsourcing studio..."

"Stop, stop trying to fool me." Kashiwa Ippei waved his hand and looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "You're like this, and you're still planning a career?"

"What do you mean by that? Do you think I've never looked for a job? Do you think I'm just your tool for announcements?" Yin Ze frowned, "Let me tell you, I'm in Shinjuku, AQUARE ENIX, the third development division, and I've earned the right to be the protagonist of a series there!"

"You really should be an actor. This sense of conviction is so oppressive. Even the fake ones seem real." Kashiwa Ippei chuckled and started to eat oranges. "Okay, Final Fantasy, a national IP, such a great resource. Who did you communicate with to get it?"

"The game producer and general director is at Tomoki Yoshida's place." The man crossed his legs.

"Hey, you must have been cheated out of quite a bit of money, right?" the agent said in a very serious tone.

"Oh, never mind, never mind." The man declined, "They just forced it on me."