Tokyo Sound

"That would be troublesome."

Hidaka Rina stood up and was stunned for a moment when she saw Yin Ze with empty hands. Then she glanced around and took the script that he had left on the sofa.

"Don't be too nervous." The girl thought that he had some problems due to being suddenly asked to re-record everything, so she comforted him in a low voice.

"Actually, I've memorized it all, but thank you for your thoughtfulness." Yin Ze said with a low laugh.

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Before Hidaka Rina could react to the meaning of this sentence, the sound director saw that they were all standing in place and said "Start".

The boy really didn't bother to look up the book, and just spoke it casually. This time the timbre, texture, emotion, and tone were completely different. After all the effort in polishing the technique, the voice of the speaker suddenly improved, and the aristocratic sense of the aristocracy was fully demonstrated.

The templated loyal soldiers disappeared in an instant, replaced by flesh-and-blood knights full of love.

The simple battle cry changed its feeling, from the dry roar of the soldier captain to the desperate cry of a great hero fighting a desperate battle and making a lonely throw.

The dying words were not a tool to highlight Aotian, but rather a solemn sadness of the hero of the prequel who, after going through countless swords and knives, was finally relieved to hand over the series to the protagonist of the main story.

Especially the sound of the last breath, which is the finishing touch and the essence of the story. There is no sense of incongruity when inserting the aria sung by a cold female voice into the ending song.

After reciting all of them, Nagasaki Yukinu took a sip of coffee and said with satisfaction, "This is the version I wanted. Thank you for your hard work!"

Yin Ze rubbed his throat and stepped back from the microphone.

"I didn't expect such an elegant and beautiful voice." Nakajima Jianshi looked at him with increasing admiration, "This voice is truly a gift from the ancestors."

"It's very powerful. I feel like I need to re-record it." Hino Satoshi agreed.

Yin Ze waved his hands and spoke modestly to the two senior employees.

Today's recording, Debut Battle ended in three hours. Although it felt quite relaxing, that was because he only had half an episode.

But it’s okay, let’s go back and eat. On the way here, I saw a ramen restaurant that seemed pretty good, so I went to try it.

Yin Ze said goodbye to everyone, handed his script back to the old man in Nagasaki, and walked towards the elevator humming a little tune.

"Takizawa-kun, sorry to bother you." Hidaka Rina suddenly caught up with him and called out to him.

"Uh, what's the matter?" The man scratched his head, still a little embarrassed about the previous mistake.

"Um, can I ask you what the line at 12:05 is?"

"Sure, but which episode is it from?"

"Eh? Of course it's the first episode..."

"In the first episode, the male lead said to the female lead, 'Just wait for me here for a while.'" Yin Ze replied.

"Okay, thank you." Hidaka Rina nodded in a silly way.

"Yeah, I hope we can work together again next time. Come on." Yin Ze waved and walked into the elevator.

Hidaka Rina quickly turned around and flipped through the script, looking for the lines at the time she had just said, and finally found that it was exactly the same as what that person said.

I actually memorized it.

I thought he was a frivolous man who didn't even take notes.

The girl looked back at the elevator that was already going down, with curiosity in her bright and sparkling eyes.

...This is a really strange guy.

Chapter 3: Hot Coffee for Overtime

"How was today's official recording?"

"The atmosphere was quite good, and the seniors didn't put on airs, but I was almost scared to death when Nagasaki-san suddenly asked me to re-record."

Yin Ze sat in the ramen restaurant with the heater on, happily enjoying the thick pork bone ramen while talking on the phone. The slices of barbecued pork were cut very thickly, which was really a conscience treat.

A full meal after work is like a blessing.

"I remember there were people from IM here, right?" asked Kashiwai Ippei.

"Are you referring to Mr. Masaru Nakajima?" Yin Ze said.

"Yes, that's him." Kashiwa Ippei said with a smile, "He is a well-known 'parent' in the firm. He likes to see the energetic juniors love each other and unite together. He often pays for dinner for the newcomers to enhance their relationship."

"He is such a kind person." Yin Ze said admiringly, "And his acting skills are also very good."

"You should also make more friends on the set... Well, it would be great if Matsuoka could handle socializing as well as you do." The agent said with emotion.

"Did something happen to him?" Yin Ze couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and asked.

"I feel very cramped all the time. Although there is no problem in the performance of the job, as always, I am serious, but voice actors are not just about fighting and killing. I am still worried that he will suffer." Kashiwai Ippei said, "Especially if you are the main role, you will naturally become the focus in the recording studio. Everyone will focus on you during the performance. In addition to the performance, there will be activities such as broadcasting and promotions. How can you not be smart?"

"Matsuoka just lacks training. After all, there are only a few people who are born shameless diplomats. Instead of worrying about it, why don't you let him really be the protagonist for once? With experience, everything will be easy." Yin Ze spoke up.

"It's a pity that I don't have that much power. In fact, all your opportunities were snatched from my peers, even those in the same firm." Kashiwa Ippei sighed, "It's very cruel to deal with all kinds of people and wrestle with them."

"It sounds like the agent is just like the concubines in ancient times, relying on their sons to gain status."

"We are in the same boat! Your analogy is so inappropriate!"

"By the way, Mr. Kashiwa Jing, have you ever brought out a big boss?" Yin Ze suddenly thought of something.

"The wind and waves are strong, it's not that easy." Kashiwa Ippei said calmly, "Your fantasy of having a direct descendant to take care of you is like fantasizing about being born in a royal family. Instead of complaining and daydreaming, you might as well climb to the top step by step."

"Do you believe this?"

"You have to believe it, this is how the president gives me chicken soup!" Kashiwai Ippei said angrily.

Every boss is a top chef who prepares the broth for the soul.

"That's it. Since you have successfully finished the recording this morning, come to my place in the afternoon for a new audition," Kashiwa Ippei urged.

"Oh, so urgent? I want to go back and clean up." Yin Ze scratched his head.

"You are not as good as Matsuoka in this regard. You actually despise the precious audition opportunity. Sigh... It would be great if you two could work together." Kashiwai Ippei started to imagine something beautiful.

……

Sakura Ayane sat alone in the waiting room.

The audition was more stressful than I had imagined. My voice was trembling uncontrollably. It seemed as if all the skills and experience I had learned from my teachers in the training center had vanished into thin air. I couldn't use even a single bit of them.

Her own timid and humble voice coming from the headphones made her feel ashamed.

Although her agent and supervisor did not show disappointment, she felt very unwilling to accept the result she got by sacrificing her normal and happy campus life for her acting skills and knowledge.

It is said that a person's life is connected by countless choices, so perhaps her first choice was wrong. The price she paid was a deep-sea alienation from the world, and she had to constantly lie to her parents.

The girl buried her head in the thick scarf and collar, with her short hair drooping down, feeling very uncomfortable.

When I stepped onto the stage, I was shocked to find that I couldn't be an actor in front of the screen. Then I turned to be a sound worker but found that I was so unfit for the job. I went through so much trouble but it was all in vain.

So far, the only phone numbers on my phone are my parents.

No matter what she did, she couldn't break free of the shackles on her body. Gradually, she even felt that she could no longer communicate with others, was unwilling to look people in the eye, and became timid and fearful whenever she was in social situations.

There is still white snow and gray fog in this season. When warm spring comes, the snow will melt and wash the city, and the fog will dissipate and become clear. But in her eyes, everything is still gray, without anything colorful to praise, and this cycle goes on and on all day long.

I clearly haven't done anything bad and I haven't bullied anyone.

I would hold an umbrella for stray cats and dogs in the rain, and I would feel sad for the death of a cicada.

You will be happy when you see sparrows playing together on the telephone poles, and even if you are clumsy, you will still go to comfort lost children.

But why... why is it like this?

I obviously tried my best.

I just want some "happiness" and "reality".

She stood up silently, holding up the warm cup of water in both hands, and the warmth from her fingertips drove away the slight chill.

On her knees was a brief introduction to the work and the lines, which she flipped open idly. The story was naturally a good one, with a childlike pure sadness in the fantasy.

A summer vacation with scorching sunshine, chirping cicadas, quiet streams, a long approach to the shrine, stone statues with their hands clasped together, a emerald green and transparent forest, and an ancient vermilion torii gate covered with moss and rain marks.

And the little girl who was lost.

Stories are often more logical and rational than reality.

There is no way to continue telling a story of true despair and without a glimmer of hope.

So the little girl must meet someone who helps her, so that there will be a sequel, and there will be a future worth writing about. The dense forest and the girl alone are of no value at all, after all, no one has heard her cries, and has seen her loss and fragility.

Sakura Ayane has been waiting for the "failed" notice for a long time, so long that the cup of water has cooled down and her fingertips are cold again. What is the supervisor hesitating about, or has he simply forgotten that there is such a bad first-year high school student... This is not the first time he has been forgotten.

She drank the cold water, crushed the paper cup and threw it away, put her hands in her warm pockets, and walked out of the lounge. She wanted to drink something sweet, so she walked to the vending machine.

The finely crafted down jacket wrapped her up like a ball, and the girl, as if curled up in a shell, stared blankly at the back of the person in front of her who was bending over to pick up a cup of coffee.

She likes small animals very much. They are cute and adorable. As long as you are nice to them, they will respond to you. Even if they are unhappy, their petite bodies can't cause much harm to people. Good intentions will be returned with kindness. Even if they are attacked, they will not feel any pain.

Stray cats are creatures that run very fast and may disappear in the blink of an eye. They are also unpredictable and no matter how much dried fish you feed them, they will run away in an instant.

Likewise, it was only natural that it would appear around the corner out of nowhere.

Even though this person doesn't look like a cat at all.

So the girl thought of the passage written in the script -

Hotaru, who got lost, met Gin, who was actually a monster.

The boy who had just arrived turned his head.

When he saw her, he was surprised for a few seconds, then he put on a smile and handed her the hot drink he was about to drink.

"Happy belated new year, long time no see, Sakura-san."

"haven't seen you for a long time"

Haven't heard it for a long time.

It was so sudden that I was a little panicked.

The girl pinched her sleeves, her eyes wandering.

"Well, long time no see."

"Don't you want to drink it?" The boy shook the can in his hand.

"Yes." Sakura Ayane reached out to take it.

So warm.

It's obviously just coffee.

It's really warm.

Chapter 4: Miracle Magic Still Fresh

Regarding the address, the man actually thought about it carefully in these few short seconds. There was nothing he could do about it because they had to follow these red tape here.

Sakura-kun, that's a little biased.

Sakura-san, he's obviously older.

Sakura-chan, that was too abrupt and seemed provocative.

Sakura-sama, Sakura-sama, Sakura clan... these kinds of joking titles are even more unacceptable.

But when it comes to names, there’s always a one-size-fits-all approach.

Just like the people who called him "boss" when he gave the anchor dried fish as a reward, the people who called him "handsome guy" when he passed by the mobile phone counter, the handsome guys who surrounded him after he got off the Baiyun Airport, and the guy on the opposite side who eagerly chased him after killing four people in a row and called him "dad" when he recognized his relationship in the chat box.

For students who are still in school, it is a perfect title.

"classmate"

Be approachable, natural, humble and polite.

"I didn't expect to meet you here. It must have been hard for you. After all, you can't play with your friends during the rare winter vacation." Yin Ze greeted.

The girl who was sipping her coffee suddenly lost her fragility and cast a cold and dangerous look at him.

Could it be that this brand of coffee is not tasty? The man felt cold and silently gave up the idea of ​​buying another bottle.

"Um, have you had lunch?" Yin Ze asked again.