Tokyo Sound

'SwordArtOnlineⅡ,Activated.'

The picture changes from stillness to montage. The huge steel city under the black fog stands silently, the streets and alleys flashing with highly saturated light signs, the mercenaries wearing goggles, the skeleton warriors wearing dark raincoats...

The climax song of the second OP was played directly, and the already completed smooth animation was pieced together at a fast pace. The beautiful long black hair that reached her waist was flying in the air, and the black female swordsman with a beautiful face waved a burning lightsaber and cut off the oncoming bullets. The floating steel city flashed by, and the companions who were reincarnated into various tribes of fairies flapped their wings. The warrior wrapped in bandages raised the simple Black Star pistol, his eyes were bloodshot.

"It's so beautiful!" Yoshino Shonori praised again, "It's a completely different style from the first issue! And it looks like it's already very complete, right?"

"Yes, the staff worked very hard," said Matsuoka Yoshitsugu.

"A new character has been added this time, and it's played by Sawashiro Miyuki-san. She's a senior, so how does it feel to play opposite her, Matsuoka-san?"

"Well, as for acting, it's naturally..."

"Of course your acting is impeccable. Do you have any other thoughts?" Yoshino Yoshinori used God's Declaration and forced his way into the next chain.

"The voice has been developed to perfection, it's very pleasant and beautiful. I am also very dedicated and set an example for us younger generations, showing us what a voice actor should be like," said Yoshitsugu Matsuoka.

"Have you discussed the script?" Yoshino Yoshino asked.

"Well, because of the current plot, Kirito and her relationship is not very good, so we can't talk much, and the senior's aura is too strong, I dare not step into that field easily..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu scratched his head.

"That's completely unrelated." Yoshino Yoshiki said in a frown, "What do you think about that, Takizawa-san? You don't seem to be completely sure about joining the second phase, right?"

"Making animation is sometimes the same as filming a movie. The production process cannot follow the plot timeline, so I still have a chance." Someone said with courage, "And after watching the PV just now, I was deeply impressed by the cool camera language and excellent character design of the second season. I want to compete for the role of Kyoji Shinkawa even more. I will also go all out and join the SAO family again with a new identity!"

"That's very impressive! Keep up the good work! Let the supervisors feel your determination!" Yoshino Yoshino encouraged.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu's eyes turned towards his friend with increasingly complicated expressions.

"Also, although it was only a short clip, we seemed to see a beautiful swordsman with long hair. What's going on?" The host asked, "From the appearance, she is quite similar to the black-clad swordsman. Could she be Kirito's other sister?"

"It's me..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said vaguely.

"What? You actually used an account of the opposite sex? What's the meaning behind this?" Yoshino Yoshiki pretended to be shocked.

"It's normal to use an account of the opposite sex for online games, right? There doesn't need to be any special reason." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was silent for a moment.

"Yes, but this is an animation after all. What kind of voice should be used for the female account? Will the voice actor be replaced or will you still perform it yourself?"

"No, the voice actor hasn't changed. It's still me."

There was a burst of booing from the audience, accompanied by slogans such as "Come one more", "Come one more".

Master Yin showed a gratified expression, and was touched. Finally, finally, it was the turn of others to enjoy such a grand occasion. Driven by a twisted mentality, he also joined the fun camp, shouting for another one, and eventually led the guests on the stage to join the camp of lust.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu looked like an eggplant roasted on a fire, his expression wrinkled into a pile. Then he gave up his fantasy and approached the microphone with trembling lips.

"I am, Tongzi-chan, aim~"

If you don't look at that wrinkled face, just by the voice, it is definitely reminiscent of the silver-haired cold boy from a wealthy family that appears in high-class female-oriented gal games or special radio dramas. Good-intentioned smiles came one after another, and the venue was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu slumped in his chair, lifeless.

Master Yin assumed a comfortable posture, which pleased the emperor greatly.

"This is an unprecedented path. What do you think, Asuna?" Yoshino Yoshinori asked cheerfully.

"I have a boyfriend and a good sister, isn't that a good thing?" Tomatsu Haruka smiled while covering her mouth.

"What does Nobuyuki Nasugo think?"

"If I had known this, with my strategy and ambition, I would not have just captured Asuna."

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"Well, all the procedures for today have been completed, and more than an hour has passed. Happy times are always short. Finally, please let the voice actors express their gratitude again. Let's start with Nobuyuki Sugo, who I met too late." Yoshino Yoshiki said with a slight bow.

"Hello everyone, thank you very much for buying tickets to attend the event today. Sword Sanctuary is indeed a good work, and it is produced very attentively. I am not surprised that there will be a second season. Thanks to your support, I believe this series can go further. I will also work hard and hope that I can follow this team and appear in front of you in the future, even if I am a villain or a clown. I hope we will meet again by chance." Yin Ze stood up, faced the audience, and expressed his heartfelt words.

Everyone wants to be the protagonist with bright lights, but he is willing to be a supporting role just to push the work to a better level, which is very touching. Tsuchiya Hiroaki and his group of friends expressed their feelings.

"Yes, just like the junior said, we will definitely repay this expectation and encouragement, and push this bond further and further." According to the order, Hidaka Rina followed closely behind, continuing the above statement.

"This is the first time I've interacted with the audience offline, and I can feel your enthusiasm. All I can say is thank you. I will continue to be with Asuna - although Kirito-kun has a lot of luck with women, I firmly believe that he wouldn't dare to run away, right, Matsuoka-san?" Tomatsu Haruka turned around and asked.

"The author... the author would not write like this." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said, looking at the ceiling.

"It was a great day today, after all, I got to defeat the Elf King with Mom and Dad again. But in the end, Dad and the Elf King actually had a mysterious relationship that no one should know about. But if we step out of the animation, Matsuoka-san is a very interesting person and very hardworking. He really cares about how to portray Kirito. In the future, I will continue to work hard with these excellent colleagues!" Ito Kase Hui clenched her fists.

"Hello everyone, um, before this, I haven't participated in many activities, so I have been a little nervous, but at least I made it to the end. The preparations for the second phase of the animation are very thorough, and the team even went abroad for collection of materials. It was quite hard work, so please look forward to the final results. In addition, I also want to thank these companions around me. Without their help, I would not be where I am today."

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was lost in thought.

"Thank you very much, everyone. Finally--"

The male protagonist mustered up his courage and was full of energy.

"I wish you all good luck in your work and good health. I am Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, with all my strength!"

However, because he was too excited, he accidentally pressed the microphone off button.

The audience could only hear the first half of the sentence and see his passionate and determined eyes, but they could not hear the second half at all. They all looked confused.

"Open it for a while." The host reminded.

As a result, after I hastily turned it on and was about to reiterate my enthusiasm, the positive feedback in the internal loop of the microphone circuit produced a self-excited scream, and I couldn't hear anything again.

The male protagonist was in a panic.

The event slowly came to an end with this interesting accident.

Chapter 60 The Scene on the Other Side

In the simple and shabby bachelor's rental house, a fire was rarely lit, and the aroma of high-quality fish rose from the frying pan, and a few spices were sprinkled on it, exuding the infinite charm of luxury. The man's fingers slid across the cold wine bottles, and he followed the bar master's method and began to make his own drink.

A dry martini, shaken, never stirred.

Add three parts Gordon's gin, one part vodka, half a part Kina Lillet, shake with ice, and finally a thin slice of lemon zest.

Just after a hot shower, with damp hair, the man brushed aside his bangs and quietly picked up the glass of wine. The ice cubes collided with each other and he took a sip. It was a refreshing and sharp taste. He closed his eyes and felt like a graceful butcher with a hint of sadness. Hidden in the bustling market, waiting for the top secret. Clear and elegant, just as the rumor said, Martini is a wine that can arouse passion.

It was a wonderful night, the cold wind after the winter was blocked by glass and walls. The best thing was a good sleep on a rainy day and a warm fireplace on a snowy night. He now had a day off, good wine, good food, and a song of forgotten times playing on a second-hand stereo. All of these made people feel happy.

The gifts received from enthusiastic fans have been properly prepared. A sophisticated boy must know how to use kitchen utensils, even if he can only cook a bowl of fried egg and tomato noodles. Believe me, when facing a girl with a weak psychological defense, it is at least much better than pouring a cup of boiling water.

The hot grilled tuna is tender and the aroma of pepper penetrates your nose. A sip of iced specially made Vesper cocktail makes men forget all the unpleasantness of being a office worker.

Life still needs to be decorated with care, elegance will never go out of style.

Yin Ze's little finger flickered across the screen of the phone seductively, calmly and casually. Assuming this was a gambling table, he would have already thrown out several chips worth hundreds of thousands.

'Hurry up, the flowers I've been waiting for have all wilted~'

'3. ’

'Yes. Are you a guy or a girl?'

'Yes, 3.'

'I'm sorry.

What?!

The man nearly choked to death.

"It's such a pleasure to work with you~"

President Yin lost 1.3 million in the Royal Casino. Even though he was a man of noble character, he couldn't help but frown and secretly cursed his teammates for being such a jerk. How could he replicate Chen Daozi's miracle when he was matched with such a bug?

Whatever, it’s just a small place worth a few million, no need to worry about it.

Yin Ze cleaned up the dishes, shook the wine glass, looked up at the wall clock, reached out for the remote control and turned on the TV, switching from the paid Victoria's Secret talent show channel to the TV station and began to wait.

An ordinary late night, an ordinary animation adapted from a novel will come to an end tonight.

……

Tsuchiya Hongliang was holding his chin, reviewing the manuscript he had just written. After checking the information and revising it several times, he saved the document with a sigh of relief. His eyes moved to the lower right corner of the computer screen. After realizing that the animation was about to start, he got up from his seat, walked quickly to the sofa on the coffee table, turned on the TV and changed the channel.

The time had not yet come and there was still a TV shopping program on the screen. The host was reading out various parameters fluently, and the guests echoed him at the right time, saying "Wow", "That's awesome", and "I can actually enjoy such a discount".

The bear-like man hummed a little tune, took out biscuits from the refrigerator, made a cup of hot tea, lay comfortably on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, joked in the group chat, and talked about everything under the sun.

The group members are extremely active and basically all online. I guess they are all waiting for the last episode.

"Hyouka" has been widely praised since its premiere. With its high-quality original work, wonderful paintings, comfortable and charming narrative like a kitten licking its tongue, and storyboards full of fantasy and youth, it has truly achieved both critical and commercial success. With Aliang's rich experience in watching movies, this work will undoubtedly stand the test of time. With the same style and type, it is difficult for latecomers to surpass it.

Perhaps it is not up to the concept of "masterpiece", nor does it discuss grand propositions, nor is it a passionate epic, nor will it cause social impact, and even the reasoning is limited to the daily life in the classroom and campus. It is not sharp, nor is it burning, but just like an old friend, quietly staying somewhere, playing together when free, even if there is no contact in the future, waiting to recall, but can not help but smile.

A complete set of BDs is already a done deal. If you buy two or three more, you can give them to your friends through a lottery. After all, he is a big blogger, and Aliang has such a broad mind.

The host was still talking about the advantages of the new electrical appliances, and the guests were also exaggerating to create an atmosphere. The elderly people on the show were also very cooperative, playing the role of host and making people feel involved.

Tsuchiya Hongliang scratched his head, suppressed his anticipation, and continued to chat with his friends about the previous activities. From the gift-giving of Brother Dong to the killing of another incarnation by the might of the devil in the game, there were constant emojis, and it was very lively.

The shopping show stopped without me noticing.

There was a brief silence.

"This is the Oreki residence."

"Hello, I'm Chitanda. Sorry to bother you on your day off, but I'd like to ask if you have any plans for the day after tomorrow?"

"Hmm, let me see...no."

“Great. Um, Oreki-kun, although it’s very rude, could you please hold an umbrella for me?”

It was only after hearing this conversation that Tsuchiya Hiroaki came to his senses and looked up.

But the screen is black.

There are only clear and clean voices of the two voice actors in the conversation.

"The shrine near my home is holding a Hinamatsuri festival, and there will be many dolls in royal costumes. In the past, there seemed to be five musicians, but recently the number of children has decreased, so they have been cancelled... Anyway, someone has to hold an umbrella for the main dolls. But the person who took on this job suddenly got injured in recent years. Because of the size of the clothes, it's not possible to find anyone casually. For example, Fukube-san's figure is a little small. In my opinion, Oreki-san should be just right."

"Oh……"

"We are already short-handed, and everyone we can think of nearby has been assigned to other work. There is really no other way. The work itself will probably take less than an hour... Can you please help me?"

"I'm not interested."

"That's it..."

There was an awkward silence. The TV screen seemed to be off. It made me wonder if there was something wrong with the playback file, and only the audio was playing.

"Let me do it." the boy said suddenly.

"Huh? Is it okay?" The girl was a little surprised, her voice revealing surprise and relief.

"Ah."

"Thank you, Oreki-kun!"

Tsuchiya Hongliang frowned slightly, thinking that this might be a different kind of performance. As he thought about it, he reached out and tore open the biscuit bag.

The sound of a bicycle chain turning rang out. After the crisp jingle of bells, the world suddenly drove towards the silent and magnificent fields in the distance.

Aliang's eyes were shining with light, and he accidentally used too much force, and the biscuit packaging bag opened with a crackling sound, and the wafers fell on his clothes. But the bear man did not move.

He was bound by the scroll.

Take advantage of the sunshine, the gentle breeze, and the flowers that have not yet bloomed to their fullest.

The sparse woods, with patches of snow still visible, the morning sun shining brightly, the air quite cool. The color of the mountains is brighter than the new green, it is the glory of the revival of life, the eternity of the four seasons, the magnificence and simplicity of nature, a small shrine is surrounded by the green shadows.

Those flowers are beautiful by the roadside, their slender shadows moving very slowly, the early spring sun falls on the fields, and the flower branches covered with fine frost chant Matsuo Basho's short poem: The snow melts a little, and the angelica buds become pale purple.

The embroidered bird's beak is stained with cherry blossom powder. The road in front of the bicycle becomes clearer and clearer. On the way upstream, a cherry blossom tree blooming alone in the cold weather comes into view. The boy walks among the petals, and the wind drives the shadows of the cherry blossoms.

The Wolong cherry blossoms are so determined to scatter because they know they will bloom again next year

On a clear morning in April, a young man walked past me. He was not handsome, nor was he well-dressed, and his hair was covered with traces of sleep. But from the moment he saw this world, his chest was shaking like an earthquake, and his mouth was dry and rustling like a desert.

So beautiful, so beautiful.

Tsuchiya's vision was captured, with the glowing cell phone in his hand, but he neither put it aside nor cleaned up the scattered cookie crumbs.

I can't bear to look away for even a second, every frame is so exquisite.

He seemed to be able to see the flow of time, which appeared as dreamy, bright, and transparent light and shadows. Everything was contained in the color symbols that interpreted the myriad things in nature. The silent fields, the rivers after the ice melted, the flocks of birds and the mountains... everything was so beautiful. He felt like he was completely integrated with the world.

So full, so lifelike, and for the first time, he felt so close to that dimension, so close that he seemed to hear the sound of spring buds breaking through the soil, so close that he could stir the white clouds with his hand, and so close that a light touch on a puddle would cause ripples to bloom.

Warm, delicate, without any edges or corners, the scene in the mind is turned into reality and generously presented to every viewer. How soft the painter's heart must be.

Tsuchiya Hongliang's expression unconsciously twisted slightly.