Tokyo Sound

"It's just an affair for the third year, please forgive me~" Yin Ze continued to sing.

"Even if you kneel down on the ground and apologize, I won't forgive you~?" Sakura Ayane was pulled in and moved closer to the microphone. This national song had simple and catchy lyrics, so she could hum it perfectly.

The staff's beats became more and more consistent, and even during the breaks in the trio's a cappella singing, they stepped on the drums and shouted "Hey hey yo", just like the fanatical cheering group and the atmosphere group at the festival.

The barrage of comments is surging.

"The Road Never Imagined"

"Three people sang a cheating song together, and I sat there to show my admiration."

"Hell Scroll"

"Shura Road"

The Center of the Desire Realm

"Devil's Hymn"

"Happy cheater"

"The Buddha's enemy, Mara, is tempted to

"Hurry up and ask the cockroach king who can defeat all enemies!!"

……

After the chorus ended, Yin Ze closed his mouth tightly, refusing to utter even one more syllable.

"Encore——! Encore——!"

The excited staff members in the periphery, where the camera couldn't reach, called on the lead singer to offer a one-get-one-free promotion, but their strange laughter and jumping around looked like some evil cultists performing some crazy ritual.

"Youngster, you're best at Chinese songs, right? Let's sing another one." As soon as the senior opens his mouth, the newbie runs for it.

"You wouldn't understand even if I sang." Yin Ze shook his head.

"It's okay, it's just for the atmosphere." Hidaka Rina didn't mind, "But, your Chinese playlist won't also have infidelity themes, right?"

"I want to emphasize once again that an affair is an affair and bitterness is bitterness. Don't confuse the two." Yin Ze said in a deep voice, "It is because of people like you that the development of love songs has become increasingly narrow."

"It doesn't matter what, just start singing, we don't have much time." Hidaka Rina took the initiative to move the host's microphone forward, with a hint of cruelty in her hospitality.

The man fell into a brief silence.

This live broadcast almost ruined his reputation, because because of that damned oil-thief who was indeed dead, he was about to be labeled as the most cowardly man in IM, and also because of the rumors spread by his senior, he was about to be known as a lane-changing Shinkansen.

This can't go on like this.

Give me a song, can I make up for my loss?

First of all, we must wash away the bad influence brought about by "The Third Year of Changing One's Mind".

It seems that drastic measures are necessary.

Are there any hit songs that are so sad that they make the listeners cry and feel sad, and are also popular in the streets and alleys?

The corridors of life are sifting and filtering like crazy.

The man glanced at the champagne in his hand, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, illuminating the haze, and he suddenly understood.

Time seemed to go back to that lazy afternoon when he was playing pictures in an Internet cafe, staring at the pop-up window "Network connection disconnected" and the "Shadowless Sword·Eleno" on the ground in a daze.

The non-mainstream girl next to me was typing away on the spacebar to play Audition, and the guy opposite me was smoking and shaking his legs while loudly reporting the time. The diary in the QQ space was a cruel fairy tale, and the lines of Half City of Smoke and Sand were copied over and over again in the notebook by my deskmate.

Men just think they are noisy.

The sound systems in Internet cafes are the most ruthless and love to change songs, and this second is no exception.

The hoarse voice sang about the love of the past.

Yin Ze walked out from the dim past, he leaned close to the microphone, his voice was hoarse, and what came out was a perfect vibrato.

"I'm hiding in the car, holding a bottle of champagne, wanting to surprise you on your birthday~?"

"You were getting closer and closer~ There were two voices~ I was caught off guard~ I could only stand there~?"

"I should have been under the car~not in the car~seeing how sweet you guys are~?"

"This way~ it's easier for me to give up~ it gives me the courage to leave~ woooo~——" [Note: referring to the song "He Must Love You Very Much" sung by Ah-Du]

I have sung this song countless times in KTVs and in the last row of classrooms. There is no need to talk about my proficiency in it. Every note reflects the humility and dedication of an extremely honest person.

The scene in the live broadcast where only men were singing passionately with their eyes closed was incredibly infectious.

“I don’t understand, but I feel tears coming down my cheeks.”

"The crying tone is so perfect"

"Does anyone know which song this is? I want to listen to the original version."

"The emotional radio host lives up to his reputation"

"I seem to see a picture: an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life in the sunset bids farewell to his past youth, staring at the back of the person he once loved disappearing into the distant horizon and the sound of the train whistle."

DD Alexander was completely petrified in front of the computer.

The moment he heard the word "under the car", he, whose real name is Zhang Wei, was completely stunned. He withdrew his trembling hands from the keyboard, reached for the water cup, and drank some juice to calm himself.

Perhaps only Ah Wei, who has no cultural barriers, can deeply understand the pain contained in the singer and the song.

……

The second song ends.

Accompanied by thunderous applause, the drama finally came to an end.

The staff finally quieted down.

The clock hands passed the agreed time and everyone was looking at him.

The host is in a complicated mood now. He saw Senmu's smile of relief, loneliness and reluctance, and saw the staff with strong chest muscles lowering his head to wipe his tears.

The man actually felt a little reluctant and nostalgic.

No, psychologically speaking, this feeling is just Stockholm syndrome.

"I finally finished it after stumbling along the way. When I was first notified to do a series of broadcasts, I was still a little nervous and didn't take it seriously at first. After all, work requires both slacking off and being diligent."

Yin Ze sighed and spoke slowly.

"...but later I found that both the audience and the program team were very enthusiastic and easy to deal with, so I gradually became less nervous. The first few broadcasts were very effective, and the results seemed to have made it onto some charts on the platform, and I received everyone's congratulations. But while I was happy, I also had some concerns. After all, I didn't know whether the subsequent broadcasts would still meet everyone's expectations. Anyway, I did try my best to cooperate and think about the program effect."

Yin Ze scratched his head.

"Ah, it's not that all the communication with seniors on the radio is business, that's not the case, although some of it is, but not all. The fact that we can work together so smoothly is naturally based on our familiarity with each other. Of course, we are not particularly familiar with each other, just generally familiar..."

"The story of this series has not been told yet, but the series has ended. We have not received any news on whether there will be a second season. There are too many frustrations and regrets in the industry. We can only say that this is reality."

"But on the other hand, the choice of working in the animation industry is the beginning of regret. The moment people in the industry set foot on this road, what they pursue is no longer ordinary things, but a 'blossoming miracle' that is not inferior to time. That is a completely different type of reward and achievement from villas and cars and the generally recognized success of society. If you want a lot of wealth, you may need some ambition to drive your talent, but if you want to achieve miracles in this industry, you can only rely on burning your passion."

“Perhaps one day in the future, the three of us will reunite with everyone as the voice actors of those three characters, or perhaps not. But what remains unchanged is that this memory will be preserved.”

"The Nightmare Tapir Girl will not eat the broadcast and revive. That's it."

The host held up the bottle of champagne that he had almost finished by himself.

"The one accompanying you is Takizawa Satoru—"

"Hidaka Rina."

"Sakura Ayane."

"See you soon!"

The staff set off colored paper fireworks.

The muscular staff even rushed into the camera and hugged the host.

Moriki Hiro stared at the group of comments that almost covered the entire screen and let out a long sigh.

Tsuchiya Hongliang left his seat and stretched out the window.

The dark clouds above the city dispersed, and the summer streets watered by rain were so comfortable and refreshing.

Chapter 17 The Savior

In collection.

Part A.

"Oh, this is so exciting! I am so excited just thinking about being able to peek into your memories and rewrite your feelings!"

The man matched the images on the screen with a sinister and vicious smile with a synchronization rate of 92.41%. His voice was extremely greasy, which perfectly interpreted the "yellow-haired" attribute.

"But before I tamper with your souls, let's have a fun party! Ah... finally this long-awaited moment has arrived. Now the best guests have arrived, and my desperate patience is worth it! Now all the archive information in this space will be recorded! Just try to make some lively expressions!"

“What do you want to do…!” the black-clad swordsman yelled as he was paralyzed to the ground.

"Hehe, so beautiful. It turns out that NPCs can't make such a vivid expression that makes people feel pity."

The man blew two salty whistles like a street scoundrel. He laughed and waited until the scene where the villain went around the girl's back, grabbed a strand of her hair, put it on his nose and took a deep breath -

"Ha, eh hehe, it smells really good, um, it smells really good! It took me a lot of effort to faithfully reproduce Asuna-chan's scent in the real world. I really hope you can understand the painstaking effort I put into moving the analyzer into the ward!"

"Stop it...you bastard!"

"It's okay, Kirito-kun. I won't give in to such a small matter!"

"Tsk tsk, that's the way it has to be." The man licked his lips, "I'm curious how long you can keep your mouth shut, an hour? Or a whole day? Please try to prolong my pleasure as much as possible--"

The chest of the dress was torn and opened wide, and Asuna's fair skin could be seen from there. The girl's face was twisted with shame, and the edges of her tightly closed eyelids kept trembling slightly.

The Elf King caressed the smooth skin while tilting his head and laughing. His lips curled up, and then he stuck out his long red tongue and licked the girl's cheek.

"After we've enjoyed ourselves here, I'll go to your ward, lock the door, turn off the camera, and let us be alone. I'll set up a large screen there and play the video of today's party while I enjoy your body in the real world again, hahahaha!"

The man let out a sharp, satisfied laugh.

The restrained stickman girl was terrified, but she still kept her mouth tightly shut.

But the unsuppressible pain in my heart turned into two drops of transparent tears that flowed down.

The Elf King then licked away her tears with the tip of his tongue.

"Ahh... So sweet, so sweet! Come on, shed a few more tears for me!"

The man was overwhelmed with emotion, finally proving the value of his online name "Minotaur Chieftain". He performed more seriously.

Too bad it didn't last long.

Soon the situation was reversed.

"Higher authority than me? How is that possible? How is that possible? I am the ruler, I am the king of this world, I am God...!"

The Elf King shouted loudly and pressed his scratched cheek with his left hand, and flew backwards.

“Eeh…Ahhhh!”

The black-clad swordsman entered a berserk state, took a step forward, and slashed down from the front with the golden holy sword in his hand. The Elf King's right hand, which he raised reflexively, was cut off by the blow, and the broken arm spun and flew away.

"Ahhh! Hands! My power! My hands, ahhhhh!"

The man wailed in agony in front of the standing microphone.

On the screen, the Elf King's body in green robe was slashed by the black God of War.

"GUWAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

In collection.

Part B.

It was so quiet, there was no one in the parking lot.

Only large snowflakes fell silently from the sky, dyeing the whole world white. The young man who left the virtual world ran anxiously, exhaling hot white air.

"You're too slow, Kirito-kun. What if I catch a cold?" The enemy appeared from the shadows in the corner. The man hissed and said in a resentful tone, "You're really cruel. The pain hasn't gone away yet."

"Sugo, you're done. The evidence is conclusive. Just accept the punishment of the law." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said in a deep voice.

"What do you mean it's over? I'm not done yet! But there are a lot of companies that want to hire me. I still have a huge amount of experimental files accumulated so far. As long as I use those files to complete the research, I can become a true king, a true god. I will become a god in the real world!"

The man screamed shrilly.

"But before that, there are still a few things that need to be done first. Let's start with killing you!"