Tokyo Sound

"What's wrong?" Yin Ze stood up immediately.

"Tenonitis." Kigami Yoshiji sighed, somewhat self-deprecatingly, "It's an old problem... It looks like I really can't paint anymore."

"Take a break. There isn't much energy left anyway. It's still in time even if you sleep until the afternoon," Yin Ze suggested.

"Don't delay if you can. I'll take a nap. If the alarm clock doesn't wake me up, remember to tap me to wake me up." Kigami Yoshiharu rubbed his hands and turned the spring of the small clock on the table a few times.

"Okay, got it." Yin Ze told him to relax, handed him the second thin blanket, covered him tightly, and then adjusted the seat to be flat and slanted so that he could lie more comfortably.

The old painter soon fell asleep.

Master Yin sat back and continued to work seamlessly. After waiting for seven or eight minutes to make sure that Kigami Yoshiji was asleep, he quietly picked up the alarm clock and canceled it.

"…There are 62 left."

The man recalculated in his mind and let out a breath.

He picked up the painting by Yoshiharu Kigami and looked at it for a long time.

What a strong spatial imagination! These were actually drawn freehand, and in such a short time.

The fingers touching the paper felt an illusory burning sensation, which was the token of love that person left behind.

Even the picky director Takemoto would have nothing to say now.

Then next.

Schrodinger's life corridor, 300% operation——

The man has entered a special state.

Deep in his brain, which no one else could explore, in the ocean of his thoughts, a nine-level raging wave was blowing, the wind was roaring, the thunder and lightning were roaring, and countless data and information were shuttling across the world.

……

Taishi Nishiya came a little later today than usual. Usually he would arrive at the studio first, set the air-conditioning speed, and then make a pot of steaming hot coffee.

But today there seems to be some change.

It clearly showed that quite a few colleagues had clocked in, but the coffee bottles were completely empty.

Taichi Nishiya sighed at how much these newcomers could drink as he walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

Then I couldn't see anything.

Too many people stayed in the Drawing Department, and even people from other departments came to join in the fun, standing on tiptoe to look around, jogging around, as if they were excitedly attending a cultural evening party.

Could it be that cockroaches were found in the computer case? People were cleaning up? The number was too numerous to count? Nishiya Taishi's expression was serious. He had felt that there were small cockroaches in the company before, and he had bought insecticides and mothballs, but it didn't seem to work.

Taishi Nishiya finally squeezed in, only to find that the person who was surrounded as a big enemy was not Chong Chong, but three giant pandas. To be more precise, they were three familiar figures with black eye sockets.

Yasuhiro Takemoto was slumped in his chair, holding a pile of manuscript paper and laughing non-stop. He was filled with a sense of happiness, as if he had won a 1 million yen jackpot.

Master Kigami was holding an alarm clock in his hand, frowning. For some reason, he didn't look very happy.

Mr. Yin, the deadline nemesis and the friend of working girls, or simply the friend of young women, sat next to the printer, holding his forehead with his hand, seeming to be very sleepy. The printer next to him was constantly spitting out sheets of paper with complex content and pictures.

Looking closely, Ishihara Rikiya and his student, Yamai Naoko, were holding the laptop computer that they had lent to Teacher Yin and pointing and talking. They were inexplicably excited and seemed to be in disbelief. It was probably the same as seeing the Japanese football team beat the Chinese football team.

"What happened?" Nishiya Taishi asked, and he suddenly remembered a Hong Kong movie and asked, "Why did everyone surround the three of them like the ending of "A Better Tomorrow 2" like the belated police? Did they do anything?"

Indeed, in recent days, these three have been inseparable and working overtime like crazy, but as for what they are doing, they just said that the time limit for Hyouka has overflowed, and they want to fill in some things and carve it better. If the modification is confirmed, the subsequent links will also be taken care of by everyone.

Yin Ze held his swollen head. He saw Taizhi Nishiya, so he stood up and prepared to take the laptop and return it.

"I haven't finished reading it yet. Wait, wait. I'll help you pay it back later." Ishihara Riki refused to let go.

"--Are the last modification dates of these documents true?" Naoko Yamai's eyes were fixed on the man's face.

"Then you guys should return it." Yin Ze nodded reluctantly, "Yes."

Almost the youngest supervisor in the company, Naoko Yamai sighed and then said nothing more. She just remembered this person silently.

"I want to go back to the B&B and sleep. I can't hold on any longer." Yin Ze's steps seemed a little unsteady as he walked.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Kigami Yoshiharu suddenly spoke in a stiff voice, obviously he was sulking.

"I was so absorbed in painting that I forgot about it." Yin Ze grinned.

"Why didn't the alarm go off?"

"Maybe there's something wrong."

The old painter showed a look of resentment yet relief.

"I want to use my real name on the staff list this time." Kigami Yoshiharu looked at his disciple who had been laughing for a long time.

"You don't use that alias anymore?" Takemoto Yasuhiro was surprised. Since Kyoto Animation matured, Master Craftsman has deliberately retreated to the second line. Occasionally participating, he would mischievously use a completely unrelated name like Miki Ichiro. In the final analysis, it was because he didn't want to steal his students' attention.

Therefore, there has always been a joke in the industry that Ichiro Miki is the strongest newcomer in Kyoto.

"Of course I have to use my real name. I also want to be in the spotlight once in a while."

"Well, what about Brother Yin? Do you use a pen name or your real name?" Yasuhiro Takemoto remembered that the other party seemed to have always used a pen name when doing this kind of work.

"Use Yin..."

The man opened his mouth subconsciously, but stopped immediately, then shook his head and showed a relaxed and happy smile.

"Teacher Kigami, you have helped another person. Someone has been waiting for this day for a long time since the beginning of his dream."

"Please use the name Takizawa Satoru."

Chapter 50 Close

Great power is often accompanied by corresponding risks.

What does it mean when Schrodinger's Corridor of Life reaches 300% power? You can probably understand it gradually by looking at what happens when Shinji-kun and the purple long-legged robot reach 400% synchronization and the magnetic field of the troubled Kaihu-ge reaches 100 million horsepower.

After sleeping for 8 hours and eating two servings of beef rice, Master Yin still felt a little weak. He lacked the strength and agility of a late office worker who usually runs to chase the delayed bus in the early morning.

At the familiar platform, the beautiful girl’s promotional poster remains the same.

"This is Yatsuhashi cake, a specialty of Kyoto, and some matcha snacks. Take them all. When you have free time, come here more often. Tokyo is too crowded and we have very tight weekends off." Kigami Yoshiharu revealed his reluctance in his words as he handed over two packages of gifts.

"Is your hand okay?" Yin Ze took the heavy bag and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I just need to rest for a few days." Kigami Yoshiharu waved his hand, the plaster on his right hand was very conspicuous, "Leave the rest to Takemoto and the others."

"...Yes, for example, I am a dignified animation director, but I am ignored by Hua Li." Taishi Nishiya said speechlessly with half his eyes open.

"Haha, Brother Xiwu, don't show that expression of being abandoned. Also, this farce is all because of the supervisor. If you have any problems, remember to find him." Yin Ze said seriously.

"Takemoto has made two plans this time, one is a random one, and the other is a normal connection if he can't catch up. After all, it is his unilateral ambition, and it is not good to ask you to increase the workload for no reason. In addition to being his boss, I am also his master, so it is normal for me to help. Brother Yin is taking orders, and he has reasons and grounds." Kigami Yoshiharu comforted, "So don't feel abandoned."

"...It seems that what Mr. Yoshida said before came true. We really did make one more episode." Nishiya Taishi sighed, then shook his head and smiled peacefully, "There aren't many people I can work with this time. If I have the chance, I really want to sit next to you and see how you draw scenes like that."

"Okay, stop standing there and go back. The car will be here soon. I still have to talk to my agent when I get back because the vacation is one week longer than scheduled, and I have to postpone a lot of auditions. I even have to dub the original paintings that have just been released." Yin Ze said.

"You are truly a role model in the voice actor industry," praised Taishi Nishiya. I sincerely hope this is just a special case and that you won't be on this path in the future, or else you will really raise the level of competition to a level that shouldn't exist in the industry.

"Agent? Voice actor?" Kigami frowned, very confused. "What are you talking about? Isn't he the former art backbone of AQUARE ENIX?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, you don't know the details yet. No, he is a voice actor of I'm Enterprise and is still quite active. By the way, his most recent starring role is in "Hyouka", and he plays the male lead." Taishi Nishiya explained slowly.

“???” The old painter was completely confused.

"Well, the train is here. I'm leaving first." The rails rumbled in the distance, and the train slowly moved in. Yin Ze picked up two bags of specialties filled with his heart, stepped into the carriage in a few steps, turned around and waved goodbye.

The train quickly went away, gradually accelerated, and soon disappeared from sight.

Kigami Yoshiji watched the train leave, and recalled the scenes of his own arrival and departure in the past. His mother and childhood sweetheart must have stood in the same position. What a strange guy. Although we have only been together for a dozen days, I have the illusion that we have been together for a long time. In fact, I saw my former self in him, the boy who said goodbye to his shackles, left his hometown, and went forward courageously.

……

Yin Ze leaned back in his chair. The high-speed train was stable and fast, with only a slight vibration. The next few hours of boring driving, plus taking the bus, it was already afternoon and evening when he returned to the doghouse.

I took out my cell phone and opened various apps that I hadn't used for seven or eight days, completely immersing myself in the battle.

First, he clicked on the boat tour to collect the expedition. Then he pushed his account. If he didn't update his status for more than ten days, it was like he disappeared from the Internet for a high-intensity surfing expert like him. Netizens who couldn't get fresh photos of him in the water complained and wailed. Then, he saved himself and evolved in just a few days. He began to share pictures and text links in the comment area, passing on the torch. For a while, the comment area under each dynamic might be buried with treasures, opening up the Age of Exploration and the gold rush. Later, netizens who like to watch stupid people and stupid things also joined in and spread funny jokes. Those who discuss historical questions also formed their own school.

Smart netizens shed the cloak of freeloaders and accomplished the feat of transforming a dormant account into a forum.

The most helpless are the female fans who are attracted by the appearance of the promoter. Since the promoter rarely takes selfies, is too lazy to accept interviews, and has no intention of appearing on camera, there are only official photos, radio drama promotional photos, and event screenshots. They cannot form any fighting power and can only bide their time and wait for the day in the future to occupy the top of the promoter.

The king's fiefdom was filled with smoke of war and rebellious officials.

The man was speechless. He quickly saved the photo shared by netizens, edited it, and posted it immediately. This despicable behavior of reselling in the comment area was soon discovered. Everyone was happy and sad. The surprise was that the promoter remembered the password, and the sadness was that the promoter had no stock of beautiful photos.

Finally, open Line.

The unread messages from the car mechanic and the pure moon man are mostly about what to eat on the day off, what to play on the day off, and whether you are eating well behind my back because you are pretending to be an expert by not saying anything.

The mature and steady adult actually only looked for her a few times, and his words were quite polite and courteous. I don’t know what happened. Maybe he wanted to hide his true thoughts and didn’t want to be seen through, so he imitated the thinking of this Texas Hold’em player.

Uchida Maaya's news is about daily life, such as cooking and some funny things that happened between her and her younger brothers.

The agent was very restrained, just saying that life was good and that I should not think too much about it. If I really wanted to start a business in Hokkaido, I could just risk it myself. I just needed to pay more attention to the main characters of R18 games...

Great! I didn’t expect there would be such a pleasant surprise! I must take a screenshot immediately for future reference!

Hidaka Rina behaved similarly to Sakura, and it was here that the man learned that he was about to attend an offline fan meeting. What a pity.

After processing the messages in sequence.

"Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Philosopher's Stone: I tried to draw again before, but it turns out that I feel rusty if I don't hold a pen for a while. Untitled Image 1.JPG"

"Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Sorcerer's Stone: After Hyouka finishes recording, let's have a meal to celebrate. This time, I'll treat you."

Yin Ze tapped on the virtual keyboard.

"Tauren Chieftain: That's great."

"Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Philosopher's Stone: ?? I finally replied online. I thought this was a work number."

"Tauren Chieftain: I'm just busy."

"Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Philosopher's Stone: Oh, I mean I'm too lazy to reply."

"Tauren Chieftain: I'm really too busy to even look at my phone."

"Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Philosopher's Stone: A person's daily behavior will affect his future credit. In my opinion, you should not be so busy that you can't even check your phone. Just admit it honestly!"

"Tauren Chieftain: I have evidence!"

"T. Rex and the Philosopher's Stone: Empty Words Are Not Enough!"

"Minotaur Chieftain: The last episode of "Hyouka" is my gift to you."

"Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Philosopher's Stone: Huh?"

"Tauren Chieftain: You'll know when the time comes, hehe. After we finish dubbing together, you have to remember to watch the live broadcast on TV, otherwise the replay will not be fresh anymore."

Putting down his phone, the man looked at the rapidly passing field scenery outside the window, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

……

A few hours later, Yin Ze returned to the rental house with a lot of bags. He first changed clothes, took a shower and rested for a while.

Then he sat down at the table and took out the diary with the old cover.

——Takizawa Satoru's name will appear at the end. The people who participated in the production are all good people with dreams. They are more innocent than children in some ways and have courage. This animation is excellent, and I did my best in the end. I finally made up for the remaining unfinished regrets.

After writing a short line, Yin Ze put down his pen and closed the diary.

The contents of this notebook, from high school to society, have finally been finished with the joint efforts of two people from different worlds. This is the last paragraph, the perfect last paragraph.

I thought about finding a quiet and beautiful place to burn it away with fire. But after thinking for a long time, I decided to put it back in the drawer.

The past and the future, parting and arrival, the moment of reunion, all the secrets are hidden in different handwritings and writings. I have written the remaining half, which can be regarded as my own thing.

Just leave it here.

Until the day I open it again and miss it.

The man sighed, and the wind outside the window blew away his sigh and faint sorrow. He touched his belly, grabbed the keys and rode the hot blonde girl for a long distance.

……

Yin Ze hurriedly went upstairs carrying a plastic bag and knocked on Xiangyue's door.

"I've been eating bento and rice bowls for several days. I missed your cooking skills so much, little sister. This is a live duck we brought back from the market. Let's cook it. Boil some hot water first..." The man was holding the bag, and the duck was tied up, quacking as it let out its last words with despair.

"It's not a good idea to knock on an underage girl's door in such a hurry, even if you bring raw poultry and ginger, onion and garlic as a cover." The beautiful Yamayagiri Kiyokana stood behind the door.

"Oh, Dizhong... the dean's granddaughter, you're here too. Are you here for the meeting today as well?" Yin Ze was a little surprised. "How is the dean doing lately?"