Tokyo Sound

The makeup artists seemed to have some internal disagreements. The foundation that the previous person had just applied was always wiped off by the latter. After a long time of struggling, there was not much progress. It was like constantly pressing Ctrl+Z, never reaching the finished real design draft, and the poor project team was shut down due to endless quarrels over power dispersion.

"Enough!"

Master Yin saw that his hair was being messed up to look like a star, and he immediately refused. In the real world, with his aesthetics, the bottom line of the hair style that he could accept for a card master was the same as that of Hai○Seto, and anything more fancy would be unacceptable.

The man wiped off all the beauty additives on his face with a towel, took the hair dryer, and blew it dry. This is a typical bachelor's daily routine of getting up in the morning and going to the bathroom to wash up. This simple and unadorned plan was naturally strongly protested by professionals. In the end, after a lot of wrangling, the makeup artists gave their lowest bottom line - at least apply some mousse.

Yin Ze was fortunate enough to walk out of the single room intact and went straight to the "studio".

Not bad.

Today is the day of the Revival Broadcast of the Dream Tapir Girls. Everything has finally come to an end, and this time it must be a complete end. The producers must not think of any more tricks like the resurrection of the dead or the voices of the living dead. All bad signs must be nipped in the bud!

The location is the same as the final episode, but the decoration is more luxurious.

The entire space has been completely sublimated from the previous warm orange color scheme to a festive red and orange atmosphere. The background wall covered with past photos and selected readers' letters also serves as an art wall. There are many little people drawn by the original animation artist, and even a message from the director. The balloons are specially made peripherals. When blown up, they look like the heads of the male protagonist and others. The most coquettish thing is the happy display board standing on both sides, which can be called the finishing touch. On it, you can see the words "warm congratulations", "it's you", "God-given good broadcast" and other meaningless words written in black ink with a brush. The abused peach heart element is also very distracting... Overall, the theme is very confusing, between welcoming the leaders to visit the company for research and guidance and congratulating the newlyweds on their marriage.

I really don’t know which miracle team made this arrangement. I’m afraid they took 80% of the kickbacks.

I'm really good at it!

Since there were three of them, they naturally used an extended and widened table, and all the action figures and dolls were present, not to mention the filming equipment, which had all been upgraded.

"As the saying goes, the first time is new, the second time is familiar. You have always been reliable. Remember to make it beautiful this time." Moriki Hiroshi walked over slowly and stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

"What is beautiful?" Yin Ze was puzzled.

"It's worth replaying and watching because it's beautiful." Moriki Hiromu stroked his chin, "The final episode was processed and uploaded to N stations many times by the audience, and it was extremely popular."

"Isn't it open and free on the Yinquan website? Why do we need to intercept it and upload it to N Station? And why do we need to process it? What kind of processing does it require?" Yin Ze became more and more confused.

"Do you know there is a book called "Spring and Autumn Annals"? " Moriki Hiroshi asked back.

"I'm not talented. Both Guan Erye and I have read it. What's the problem?" Yin Ze clasped his fists.

"That's good to know. Then do you know why there are so many interpretations of such a mere book?" Moriki Hiroshi coaxed.

"The book is concise but profound. Without annotations, it would be difficult for future generations to understand it. Therefore, many works of interpretation have appeared one after another, all of which explain and illustrate the records in the book." Yin Ze bowed again and again, apologetically, "I didn't expect that the producer, who is full of money and sinister and ruthless, has also read such a great classic? I was judging him by the cracks in the door, please don't blame me."

"It's my fault. I really haven't read it." Moriki Hiro shook his head. "The reason I say that is because your live broadcast is also like this."

"?"

"Because the interaction is too complicated and mysterious, ordinary fans do not understand its deep meaning. So a group of responsible, educated and fifth-level people have stepped forward and selflessly made annotation videos to clear up the confusion for the general public. If you, as the original author, are also interested, then I recommend you to watch the explanation version by 'Longzhong Feilong', which is more comprehensive." Moriki Hiroshi gave a thumbs up.

"There are still such boring people?!" Yin Ze was speechless. Shit, don't they work and study during their daily lives?

"In just twelve episodes, the Yansheng Radio was like a comet streaking across the sky, shining brightly and brilliantly, making the predecessors ashamed. You have created history, and I am honored to be able to stand in the position of the main creator and participate in it." Moriki Hiro sighed slowly, "Resurrection should be the last. This journey is not long, but it has opened up a chaotic road. I don't know what will happen next, but I don't regret it."

Yin Ze frowned, thought deeply, and then asked solemnly, "...I don't understand."

"It doesn't matter. This is just an ordinary complaint from a low-level producer in the broadcasting industry." Moriki Hiroshi patted the other person's shoulders with his broad palms, as if to send out some energy and faith. "There are still more than ten minutes left. Let's make some final preparations."

The producer walked away and joined the staff. His back was like Don Quixote, so cool and fearless, yet with a sense of unwillingness. It seemed as if there was still an ancient voice in his ears, practicing for him.

'I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will reward me on that day—and not only me, but also all who love his appearing.'

Today's producer always feels different from usual. Everyone in the program group has changed, becoming more cheerful, with eyes full of reluctance and relief as they watch their best friends run off into the distance. It's like a movie, the progress bar has come to the end, the music is soothing, the sun is shining, the city streets are hazy and clean, the pedestrians have slowed down their pace, and every move is slow and leisurely. Everything ends in gentleness.

A bald photographer with bulging pectoral muscles leaned over from behind the camera to look at him. His eyes were as gentle as hot water, melting the lonely winter snow.

Alas.

Master Yin couldn't help but shudder, pulling himself away from this subtle atmosphere. He rubbed his arms and went to look for today's assistant and guest.

……

Tsuchiya Hongliang heard thunder coming from outside the window. After days of scorching heat, a heavy rain finally came to cool down the streets. Tokyo in the rain was another scene worth capturing. Liang got up and closed the window a little tighter, then went to the bathroom, took out a Coke and potato chips set from the refrigerator, and then returned to the computer without any hurry.

The screen was a black webpage live broadcast room. Although it hadn't started yet, there were already quite a few comments scrolling. The two chat windows next to it were also very active. The activity of the Manzai Broadcasting Fans Group and the Friendly Witness Group at the same time was only comparable.

As the leader of two groups and walking between darkness and light, Aliang feels an indescribable sense of accomplishment at this moment.

Ha ha.

Is this the feeling of being in control of everything behind the scenes? It's such a wonderful feeling, making people fall willingly, like Lucifer.

Ding.

Message alert sound, and a new private chat window popped up in the center of the screen.

"Shadow: Are you pushing solo?"

The sky was gloomy, with wind and thunder roaring.

Tsuchiya Hongliang frowned unconsciously when he saw the message. He suddenly felt something indescribable, like an invisible mountain pressing down on him.

Aliang tapped on the keyboard with confidence.

"Heisei's Kong Ming: I am a fan of only one."

"Shadow: Do you know the essence of single push?"

"Heisei's Kong Ming: You say!"

"Shadow: It's about sincerity."

"Heisei's Kong Ming: Makoto?"

"Shadow: Only sincerity can reach the pinnacle of true love. Those who are not sincere are not worthy of calling themselves fans."

The other party took a short 2 seconds.

"Shadow: You are not sincere."

Ah Liang's pupils suddenly contracted, and the fat around his body suddenly tightened. After a long silence, he also asked the question that had caused it all to begin with. Fighting poison with poison.

"Heisei's Kong Ming: Are you pushing alone?"

"Shadow: Love has no limit, and so does single push. Since you are a pioneer, you should know that single push only requires sincerity in the heart, not in others."

"Heisei's Kong Ming: Who are you?"

"Shadow: I am a darker being than you. You who have played the roles of Crouching Dragon and Tsukuru consecutively, you should know one thing."

"Heisei's Kong Ming: What?"

This time, after a long time, when we talked again, the other party's nickname had changed.

"Gong Jin, who is righteous: the sound has enlightenment, Zhou Lang looks back."

"Heisei's Kong Ming:?!"

The two stopped talking, having said all.

The end of the road is the end of the world, the end of words is fighting.

The key is in hand and is about to be unsheathed.

At this moment, the live broadcast room with a black screen suddenly showed a picture, and the resurrection episode officially began. The bullet comments that had been accumulating energy for a long time were like a raging fire encountering boiling oil, and they ignited brilliantly.

Tsuchiya Hongliang's face was hidden in the light and shadow.

The heavy rain washed away the golden weapons, the cold light shone on the iron armor, the majesty and ferocity in the live broadcast room were beyond anyone's imagination.

Chapter 10 The social death of the devil

"Authentic good radio, authentic good voice actors. Welcome to watch the special resurrection episode of the Dream Tapir Girl brought to you by Yinquan, the leading platform of the animation broadcast. Retweet the tweet to participate in the lottery, and you will have a chance to win 1:1 hanging paintings and autographed colored paper. Follow Yinquan officials to learn more about the program information, or log in to the official platform to watch more exciting content. Special thanks to all the viewers who strongly supported the program team in the final episode. If the resurrection episode is the miracle of Jesus' return after the crucifixion, then you are using a shovel to dig the grave and pry open the coffin lid. Almighty Jehovah, Amen——"

The man sitting in the center of the screen was as serious as a news anchor, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, as if this was some grand press conference.

"As you can see, I am the host of this live show. As for my name, there is a sign with my name in front of me, so I will not introduce it in detail. Next, I would like to invite the two lovely and beautiful guests sitting on my left and right to greet you..."

"Wait a minute, it's not okay for me to not introduce myself just because I have a famous brand, right?" the assistant broke the silence.

"The charm of live broadcasting lies in its real-time nature and its interactivity. You see, my name is everywhere in the comments now, do I need to say more?" The host shook his head and spread his hands, exuding unparalleled affinity like God's spokesperson at the Last Supper, with a glow behind him. "Some of you have betrayed me, but it doesn't matter. Those who praise my honorable title will have eternal victory on the road to heaven. I will kowtow to you every step of the way, and my pension insurance will be cut in half to protect your studies."

"As expected of an existence that jumps back and forth between hell and the human world, it has already seen through life and death, and its thoughts have been sublimated."

"Innocent Monster EX"

"From resistance to acceptance of fate, the light in the eyes has disappeared (sadness)"

"Didn't the host die in the fight with Knight Elredo a long time ago?"

"It broke down right after you came on stage? I'm sorry, I'll take over the MC's authority temporarily now." The assistant took a deep breath, put on a charming smile, and spoke in a clear and pleasant voice, "Hello everyone, is the picture still clear? I'm Hidaka Rina, who plays Akizuki Meimeng. It's been a long time since I last saw you. Is everyone in good health? I'll try my best to bring you a lively show today. Let's enjoy the last moments together. Please give me your advice. Okay, this is the next one!"

"Hello, everyone. I'm Sakura Ayane, and I'm playing the role of my childhood friend Ichikawa. Uh, well, although I don't have many parts in the drama, I'm a key character that drives the plot forward, and I've received a lot of help from a lot of people on the set all the time. It's an honor to meet fans of anime and radio here today, um... that's desu [Note: desu = です: It is the ending of a sentence in Japanese and is used at the end of a noun. (The honorific form of the auxiliary verb "だ", followed by aspect, formal aspect, adverbs, etc.) means: is, for]!" The guest seemed a little nervous in the face of the live situation, his smile was childish, and the strength of his wave was unbalanced.

The two seemed to have discussed it in advance, and their dressing styles were somewhat similar. It would be better to say that they just appeared in their true colors, because they were both wearing school uniforms. Under the attack from both sides, the man in the Likpai windbreaker was slightly out of character, looking like a wanderer who had repeated his grade for two consecutive years and was receiving guidance from freshmen in a private school.

"Takizawa Hidaka Manzai Broadcasting Fans Group"

"Brother Dong: When two moons appear in the same sky, there will be chaos!"

"Hayate·DD·Alexander: Middle!"

"Five from Golden Pickup: Strange, how come the group owner didn't show up for such a big event?"

"Is this Ayane's first time participating in a broadcast of this nature?" Hidaka Rina asked across the host standing in the middle.

"Yes, I didn't expect that I could play it this way. Although I have done events and non-graphic broadcasts before, I'm still a little uncomfortable with it now." Sakura Ayane answered honestly.

"Hey, if you think about it carefully, it seems that you participated in all these activities and the first appearance with our host?" Hidaka Rina raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, I catch up every time." Sakura Ayane nodded slowly.

"It's such bad luck that I have to be with this guy..." Hidaka Rina leaned back exaggeratedly, "Did it leave you with bad memories?"

"No, no, he is very capable and thoughtful, and he always takes care of me during activities." Sakura Ayane said seriously.

"Facts speak louder than words. The host has not yet recovered from the outage. At this point, his disqualification has been fully demonstrated." Hidaka Rina used the "kill" method.

"They chose this moment to revive, and they didn't even bother to put on a show." The host, who had remained silent the entire time, used the word "dodge" in a muffled voice. "It's a fight to the death, so let's just break up as soon as possible."

"You suddenly seem to be in high spirits. Good. Keep it up." Hidaka Rina began to look for topics to talk about. "By the way, your coat is so thick. Is it a winter style?"

"It rained heavily today and the temperature dropped sharply. I don't have any equipment in my closet to deal with this kind of cold and stuffy weather. Plus, I'm in a hurry, so I have to wear this when I go out. It's okay when I'm riding a bike and feeling the wind, but it suddenly gets hot when I'm sitting here." After saying this, Yin Ze took off the coat with extremely exquisite fabric design, revealing the cool-colored floral shirt underneath. The hard-working ronin turned into a wanderer in Kabukicho Ichibangai.

"It looks so familiar... Oh, isn't this the outfit you wore in the official photo?" Hidaka Rina couldn't help but take a few more glances, and then she realized it belatedly.

"Hey, you have discovered this. You are very observant." Yin Ze was surprised and immediately nodded in praise.

"After all, they are the partners who set the record, so they still have to have a good eye." Hidaka Rina said bluntly, "The texture is great."

"You get what you pay for." Yin Ze said in a deep tone.

"It looks quite casual at ordinary times, but gradually it becomes more refined. Haha, it must have earned a lot of money recently."

"Heh, no matter how much you earn, it's none of Senior-san's business."

"Humph."

"Humph."

Both sides snorted in disdain at the same time.

Sakura Ayane watched from the side, covering her mouth lightly to avoid making any sound.

"Let's get our attention back to the script." The assistant looked down at the manuscript and stroked his chin. "First, let's play a small game. The loser must accept the punishment. The first item is rock-paper-scissors!"

"I give up." The host replied in seconds, "Next item."

“So soon? You’re not going to struggle...any more?” Someone surrendered so quickly that even Hidaka Rina didn’t have a chance to perform.

"No need!"

"Oh, that's really boring. At worst, I'll let you make one move and I won't play cloth."

"I see. I don't want to win unfairly. Can I not use the scissors?"

"can."

"?"

Master Yin suddenly stood up.

"Keep your word?"

"Of course, fair play." Hidaka Rina emphasized the word fair.

"Okay, that's cool enough."

The man rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair beggar-like unicorn arms. His expression was like Bu Jingyun, exuding a strong fighting spirit and a rising desire for revenge. It can only be described in four words: Don't cry, God of Death!

"Today, all the heroes of Jianghu are here to face each other. The life and death agreement has been signed. Victory or defeat depends on man, and wealth and honor depend on God. Come, let's compete in an upright manner!"