Tokyo Sound

"Has Miss Taneda ever experienced this? Has anything lucky happened since then?" Yin Ze asked curiously.

"I don't have many memories, but there was one time recently when I was attending a Hyouka audition. The tea leaves in the cup were tilted when I was eating breakfast. So that can barely be considered upright, right?" Risa Taneda said thoughtfully.

"Oh, there is one set. After that, your audition was successful. Although this is definitely related to your own efforts and performance, it can also be said that you were blessed that day." Yin Ze applauded. He was thinking about going to Dajian Navy immediately when he encountered this.

"Actually, I had a good thing happen before the audition, so maybe the good fortune of the day didn't come from the audition, but from the way there." Taneda Risa added, then smiled and said, with a hint of something else in her words, "It happened to have rained the night before, and the weather was very good during the day. When I was studying in the park, I met a handsome older brother who encouraged the frustrated kid and helped him regain his enthusiasm. I think this was the good thing that happened."

"I see. In this busy, fast-paced life, there are still good people who protect the innocence of children."

The man nodded.

"In this age of interests, we are gradually losing the most precious qualities of being human, but enthusiasm cannot be extinguished. We should sympathize with the weak and help each other, even if others think it is stupid... Occasionally, I will do something that I can see and do within my ability. Although I am powerless, I hope to convey kindness and have a clear conscience."

Yin Ze sighed and spoke slowly.

"Since you and I will both end up at the bottom of the earth, why would we hurt and kill each other just for a momentary superiority or inferiority? In this universe, we are all afterimages, so at least leave something glittering behind to prove that we have been here, rather than those rotten and dirty desires.

"That's well said." Risa Taneda gently lifted her hair.

"It seems a bit deliberate, saying such nice words on the radio." Yin Ze hesitated.

"No, no, no, that's not the case. I absolutely believe that you are not just talking big, but you are really practicing what you mean." Risa Taneda said with a firm tone.

"What a powerful trust. Miss Taneda is really a gentle person." Yin Ze was a little embarrassed and a little uncomfortable. He returned to the topic, "So, Chabashira's experience has an explanation. Why is it specifically?"

"Why?" Risa Taneda repeated.

"I don't know." Yin Ze repeated.

"I don't know either." Risa Taneda repeated, "Ah, there's really nothing I can do, but I have a plan. Let's leave it to the staff to collect evidence again, and after having a lot of references, make a detailed interpretation."

Moriki Hiro finally couldn't hold it anymore. He raised his hand seriously and used the noble authority of a producer to interrupt the conversation, "No, why are you pushing all the problems onto us? It's really not fair of you to do this."

"Are you qualified to say such things..." The man looked deep in his eyes.

"We are on the same front, Mr. Morimu. At this point, the guests and I are helpless and can only rely on you. You have promised before that you will be our excellent backup force." The girl said in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Well, this..."

"The wind is rising and the clouds are flying. How can we find producers to guard the four directions?" Master Yin played a fire kill. "Brother Senmu claims to be the leader in the industry and leads a professional team. Can't he even handle such a small matter? Let me make it clear first. This is not just my suggestion. It is also the suggestion of the host of this radio drama."

How come in the blink of an eye, these two people stood together and formed an alliance?

This is completely contrary to the experience I have accumulated so far.

Moriki Hiroshi was in deep thought.

Chapter 40: Winner or Loser is Determined

"The next part is the "Wage Competition"! In this part, the host and guests will work together to answer various questions provided by the program team. If you answer successfully, you can take 500 yen from the bonus pool set up by the program team as a reward. If you fail, you have to pool 100 yen and put it into the public bonus pool."

What kind of person is Master Yin? Thinking of this, I was already very happy.

"What a humane segment. Brother Senmu is here to do charity work today?"

"Are you so confident? We don't even know the question bank at all? What if they're deliberately making things difficult for us?" Risa Taneda was skeptical.

"It's okay. Although the producer has eagle eyes and wolfish eyes, he has a rebellious heart and is far from the definition of a good person. But now I have the opportunity to exchange 100 yen for 500 yen, so I have the advantage. If I win, I will have enough coffee. If I lose, I can run away after the show. There is really no reason to be timid." Yin Ze analyzed, and at the same time, there was a burning fire in his heart. He said ambitiously, "The world only knows that I am the shame of the terrifying upright ape who is afraid of cockroaches, but they don't know that I am also a human guardian who has memorized the history of civilization. I have swallowed it whole for two and a half years. Today is the time to wash away the shame and unsheathe the sword!"

"You are worthy of being a student from a prestigious school. You have such confidence. Well, today I will take out all my hundred-yuan coins and accompany you on this adventure." Risa Taneda's mood also cheered up.

"A wise choice." The man nodded. He also took out all the coins he had on him, and acted like a gambling god handing over a Swiss bank note to win the game. He waved his sleeves and said calmly, "Staff, please come up with the questions quickly."

Moriki Hiroshi did not make any rash moves for the time being, but silently examined the host and guests.

Since you have formed an alliance, don't blame me for being ruthless and indiscriminately collecting your beer money after get off work.

The producer pushed up his glasses in a pretentious manner, took out his personal notebook, picked up a page, and said slowly, "Question 1: The birth and death of Takeda Shingen..."

“1521年12月1日到1573年5月13日。”尹泽打了一个脆爽的响指，出手赫然就是抢答。

"I haven't finished yet. In his last words before his death, he also instructed..." Moriki Hiroshi continued.

"The funeral is a secret. It is a secret." Yin Ze repeated.

"It's not enough to just talk about it, you have to quote from the classics."

"I knew this day five years ago, so I signed 700 pieces of paper with my personal signature. My death will not be announced for three years, but the official documents can be used in the meantime. Other countries will not dare to take action if they do not know that I am dead."

"Yours is not formal. I want the version with the written certificate of the Onjuku Kenmono..." The producer kept pestering and correcting me.

"It is a pity that I have not been able to see the Takeda flag raised in the imperial capital. If the news of my death spreads, the enemy will surely swarm in. Therefore, within three or four years, we must keep it a secret, reorganize the territory, and train volunteer soldiers..." The man did not pause. The Corridor of Life accurately flipped through various documents.

"Okay, okay, you got this question right." Moriki Hong seemed to have expected this and was not disappointed. Instead, he regrouped and asked, "Question 2: Who was the first to discover dinosaur egg fossils?"

"I know this, it's Roy Chapman." Risa Taneda's eyes lit up when she heard this and raised her hand to answer.

"What's the full name? What's the exact time? What kind of dinosaur's egg was discovered?" Moriki Hiroshi was merciless.

"Uh, it seems to be 1925..." Risa Taneda frowned.

"In 1923, Roy Chapman Andrews first discovered dinosaur egg fossils in the Gobi Desert. They were initially believed to be Protoceratops eggs, but were later confirmed to be theropod Oviraptorosaur eggs in 1995." Yin Ze gently wiped the dust off his sleeves and added in a chat, "At the same time, he and other explorers became the prototypes of the protagonists in adventure movies in the 40s and 50s, and were one of the inspirations for the classic screen image of Indiana Jones."

"You know so much about it?" Risa Taneda asked in surprise.

"I watched the documentary." Yin Ze said modestly.

"Excuse me." Moriki Hiroshi said in a cold tone, "What was the first work of the famous writer Onishi Kawase?"

"Haha, this is really the beautiful wife next door who has recovered from her illness - she is much better." Yin Ze didn't even bother to use the helper for this easy question, "It is exactly The Silence of the Dead and The Roar of the Angry Beasts."

"Humph, you're wrong! They should be "Mysterious Work" and "The Yonghua of the Dead"!" Moriki Hiro retorted, "These are all officially published short stories! They won the May Festival Award!"

"It seems that you don't know Mr. Onishi very well. The two books I mentioned are scripts he wrote for his classmates for performances when he was in college. Although they are not very famous, he himself thinks that they are well-finished works and are stories written formally as the author." Yin Ze explained.

"Just saying it."

"it is true."

“I don’t really agree.”

"I can send a text message to the dean on the spot to collect evidence."

"This is really a fan targeting Thunder Bluff - they are starting to brag." Moriki Hiroshi was unmoved.

"Haha, the dean treats me like Baosi and Daji. If we have a good relationship, it's like farting and burping - we communicate with each other, and seeking confirmation is just a matter of pressing a button." Yin Ze took out his mobile phone calmly, as if he could prove it at any time.

"...I acknowledge your accomplishments in the humanities." Moriki Hiro narrowed his eyes, "But the battle has just begun. I hope you can handle the next offensive with ease."

"Finally, you have some of Oreki-kun's temperament." Risa Taneda flattered against her will.

"Humph, after all, I can't always show weakness to others." The man raised his head proudly, with a supreme heroic spirit in his heart to beat up the six major sects on Guangmingding. "Today, I will use a knife to cut the audience's buttocks - to open their eyes!"

"You're full of jingles. Do you want to take the postgraduate entrance exam?!"

The producer was so angry that he laughed. There was an evil light in his eyes. It was a sign that he was practicing some evil magic. He just said it lightly.

"Please factorize the three numbers 672, 3876, and 6549 within 2 minutes."

"What is prime factorization?" Risa Taneda was stunned. Has the question suddenly risen to this level?

Of course, I have no ability to solve this problem, so I can only put my hopes on this seemingly omnipotent companion.

The human guardian still maintained a confident smile, looking very graceful. The man pushed a 100-yuan coin slowly towards the staff without hesitation, then turned around and asked in a gentle voice, "I voted, what about you, host?"

"You look so unfathomable, at least try to struggle!" The girl held her forehead with her hand.

“Hahahaha, it’s useless, this is his Achilles’ heel!” The producer laughed like a sinister villain, “It’s worth my repeated inquiries to your friends, colleagues, and agent in advance. I finally found the deadly weapon that can defeat you, and that’s science!”

"It's ridiculous. It's just arithmetic. Why should I be afraid?" The man remained calm. To be honest, with the Corridor of Life at his side, ordinary addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are almost easy to do. In terms of fast calculation, he is at the computer level!

"I know you have other things to rely on, but I can say responsibly that from now on, I will read "100 Classic Mathematics Questions for Tokyo University Examination" from beginning to end." Moriki Hiroshi's face was covered with a thick shadow. He took out a reference book from his back pocket, "If you can solve it, then give it a try! Today I must turn all the money in your wallet into beer and fried chicken for me to drink at the pub tonight!"

What? So vicious? No chance of survival?!

The outstanding young man Master Yin finally changed his expression.

But time is on my side, there is not much time left in this link, even if it is given for free, it is still within my affordable range.

"You must be thinking, I can't give many questions in the remaining time, even if you get them all wrong, it won't be a big deal, right?" The producer said like a venomous snake, "However, as a producer in charge of the overall situation, how can I let go of this opportunity? To be honest, I have finished the recording in advance. I will play 20 recordings of my own questions at the same time, which is equivalent to giving 20 questions at the same time. If you can't answer them, don't blame me for robbing you, okay?"

"Ah?" Is there any law here? The man's expression was distorted. He repeatedly looked at the name of this segment, which he felt was not clear. Now he looked again and found that it clearly said "Salary Recovery Plan". He subconsciously wanted to find his only comrade, the host, to rely on.

"You still have time to peek at the beautiful host? Take this twenty times wisdom energy bomb of mine!" Moriki Hiroshi opened his arms and shouted like a devil.

This is the silence before the storm.

Short and humble.

Then it was like opening Pandora's box.

In an instant, more than twenty familiar voices began with "Excuse me", setting off a bloody rain.

The pronunciation and exhalation overlapped, creating a spell-like effect that instantly surrounded the recording room, like a life-threatening Sanskrit sound. Combined with the funny laughter of the staff outside the venue, there was an icy feeling of falling straight into the eighteenth level of hell and standing in front of a group of ghosts.

Those syllables that collide with each other are actually various profound and difficult math problems.

Mental arithmetic, judgment, overview, proof, drawing, application and other types of questions, shining with blood, overwhelming, killing everything. They turned into Yaksha evil spirits in the depths of hell, with green faces and fangs, surrounded by murderous aura, holding bloody butcher knives and pointing them at the poor students, salivating.

Some of the big questions were even more profound, and even showed the appearance of the devil. One could see a pair of eyes as bright as a mirror, two eyebrows as bright as red neon, a mouth as bloody as a basin, and teeth as thick as copper coins. It was the roar that frightened the examinees, and the movements were so powerful that they were in a panic. The four seas were called chaos, and the east and west were called mathematics!

Every time I looked up and breathed in, I saw a blood-red hell. Formulas and theorems were clashing to produce thunderous sparks, logic and law surged, and all my souls and spirits were wiped out.

From the humanities field at home to the bloody Shura field of advanced mathematics, the man once again recalled the fear of being a college student who could only answer multiple-choice questions.

The Demon Lord of Topology, the Evil King of Function Theory, and the Satan of Quantum Mathematics all launched attacks on this tiny mortal.

The compassionate Sir Newton, the wise Archimedes, the great and virtuous King Gauss, the most holy teacher, masters, please save me!

It’s a pity that the son of a humble man does not have the qualifications and talents to resonate with the ancient powers, nor can he bathe in the glory and protection of the saints.

Then the gates of hell opened, and the gods and ghosts howled. The mortal was drowned and covered by this tragic scene, and even his bones and flesh were dissolved into dust by the mysterious theorem formula.

Human nature is withering!

"Hahaha, 2000 yen is a big discount. Thank you for the beer. I hope the guest is very generous and in good health."

Having completed the destruction of humanity, Moriki Hiroshi stood outside the recording room, his hands on his hips and laughing. He also borrowed the famous words of thanks that the victims often used in live broadcasts. It can be said that he not only killed the person but also destroyed his heart.

The muscular staff around also applauded, witnessing this god-killing feat and sharing the joy.

Risa Taneda looked at the lifeless guest lying limply on the table and felt a wave of sympathy, but also a sense of humor and amusement from a postmodern comedy scene.

“Oreki-kun, there’s no need to be so depressed. We’re going to have a good meal later. It’s my treat,” the girl consoled.

"Ms. Taneda is still an honest person." The man struggled for a while. He gained some hope from these words, which neutralized the humiliation of his crushing defeat in the IQ competition. He tried to stand up and said with emotion.

"You insisted on having your own way and were blinded by your pride, causing the host to lose coins. But instead of comforting her, you asked her to treat you to a meal? You also call yourself a real man?" Moriki Hiroshi was astonished.

"Is this unworthy of being called a real man?" Yin Ze was surprised, and then said solemnly, "This is called stop loss."

"Yeah, pfft-haha."

Risa Taneda covered her mouth and let out a burst of laughter. She tried hard to be reserved, but found that she could no longer control herself.

"I'm sorry, this broadcast is just too funny."

Moriki Hiroshi looked at the elegant host who couldn't stop laughing, and the guests who were lively and interacting with him. Suddenly, the sense of accomplishment disappeared, and he felt like he had snot in his mouth - it was all his fault.

He looked at the hundred-dollar coins on the table, feeling lost.

We won these coins...but lost the entire country?

Chapter 41: Empty

Although the math shot went off twenty times, all the evil spirits in the recording studio retreated, the gods and ghosts fell silent, and the staff took away a number of coins.

But considering that he had answered three questions correctly before, he only lost 500 yen in total, and even this had to be shared with the host, so in the end it was only 250 yen, which is enough pocket money that even elementary school students would think is too little... But this number, combined with the fact that the guest lost the IQ game, is really full of hints. Could it be that the despicable producer is so well versed in Chinese culture that he even took this into account?

So terrifying.

"But what exactly does this public prize pool mean?" Yin Ze was a little confused.

After inventing the battle pass that unlocks prizes based on listening rates, is it possible that the company is planning to create a radio drama precedent where viewers write in to buy peripheral products to accumulate a prize pool?

He is self-taught and has such amazing talent. It is really a pity that he doesn't become a game planner who bears all the evil in this world, but stays here doing radio programs.

"It's similar to what you've experienced before. The amount in the prize pool will increase accordingly based on the results of each episode. The ultimate grand prize is an additional outdoor recording at a location chosen from major holiday tourist destinations, which is roughly equivalent to a free trip." Moriki Hiroshi broke away from his anxious mood and gave a simple explanation.

"It's no use now. At least we had Yamaha motorcycles back then. Now the highest prize is just an outing with the program crew following us. The very least we have to upgrade to a four-wheel vehicle to be considered progress. How about an entry-level supercar?" Yin Ze sighed.

"Then next time, won't we unlock the stealth fighter? In a few years, we'll invite you to live in the orbital space station?" Moriki Hiroshi said unhappily, "This grand prize is for the audience, it's a special gift."

"What if the results are not good enough to unlock the special privileges?" Yin Ze asked again.