Tokyo Sound

Yin Ze also crawled out of his bed with sleepy eyes, put away the peanuts on the coffee table, and threw his clothes and pants into the laundry tub. He simply fried eggs and bacon in a frying pan and enjoyed the beautiful and pleasant morning.

There were so many messages on my social media accounts that I couldn’t reply to them all, so I just pretended to be asleep.

After breakfast, log in to the game.

As soon as I came online, someone sent me a private message, inviting me to form a team and do daily tasks.

Initiate a voice request.

"So early?" Yin Ze asked.

"This is part of the job." Yoshida Tomoki said slowly, "I watched the last episode, and I didn't expect it to be like this..."

"Are you shocked by me?" Yin Ze smiled slightly.

"I didn't expect it to be like this. Your precious first time to give your all was not for my game project, but for animation." Tomoki Yoshida said sadly.

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"But in this way, you have met some new people, right?" Yoshida Tomoki sighed, "The connection between people and the world is gradually established in this way."

"Stop talking nonsense and click OK to enter the copy." Master Yin urged.

"Hey, you, I care about you so much, but you don't even say thank you." Yoshida Tomoki muttered.

"Thank you."

"What? I didn't hear you clearly? Please say it again."

"Thank you. Don't roll for the top later, I want to transmogrify."

"Is this called something? Oh yeah, tsundere?"

"hehe!"

Chapter 63: Lightning Return

hateful.

hateful.

It's so abominable!

Sakura Eiji's ten fingers fluttered on the phone screen, turning into flowers. His vast knowledge was output into specific sentences and words, and turned into a giant sword statue on the Internet, fighting against enemies he had never met. One finger bloomed a flower, and ten fingers bloomed into lotus. This is the best pianist. Those who don't know him would think he was playing a super crossbow-level whack-a-mole game.

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, the number of fans of this account increased again, and a group of kind-hearted and upright young people were bewitched and transformed by evil. This made his job of arguing more and more difficult, and he would be besieged if he was not careful.

But I won't give in.

Sakura Eiji connected the power of heaven and earth with the snap of his fingers, the fifty-sounds diagram vibrated wildly, the kana runes formed a key array of heaven and earth, and Western words were used to stimulate the murderous aura. The law was strict and solemn, and he followed the orthodox path of the Faculty of Law of the University of Tokyo, where every word was a gem, strict and oppressive, and citing classics. For a time, the strong undergraduates cried and the high school realm was annihilated into ashes.

But the enemy's momentum is not diminished. There is a ninth-level master of the keyboard, called "Dong Ge". He is a master of the keyboard, and has cultivated the worldly atmosphere. His jokes and jingles are soft but strong. He comes and goes like the wind. He practices the evil method of pulling others to the same level as himself and then using his rich experience to fight and kill. At the very least, he can only exchange one for one. He is very vicious and is not someone who is easy to deal with. What's more, there are strong reinforcements on the side.

Sakura Eiji drank a cup of coffee, plugged in the charging cable, connected to his wife, and released the secret method. He fought one against many, and the battle lasted for two hours. Both sides were exhausted, and they retreated only when the opponent ran out of power.

Oh, what an Osaka keyboard master, a traitor. It's a pity that a high-end luxury machine like me has to kill such a nobody.

The middle-aged man moved his sore fingers and snorted coldly in a tough manner.

"Wash your hands and eat. You two have been browsing your phones all morning. What are you doing?" Sakura Edamori came out of the kitchen carrying hot dishes and said unhappily, "You are so lazy. Can you at least help serve the rice?"

"I was just having a text-only meeting with my staff."

"I was just looking up information."

The father and daughter put down their cell phones at the same time, and took turns to serve rice and scoop soup.

"Today's food seems a bit simple and light." Sakura Eiji said casually.

"You have high requirements. You can choose whether you like it or not." Sakura Edamori gave a fake smile, seeming unhappy, "I have been cleaning the past few days, so how can I have time to make complicated food for you? You don't like to go out to eat by yourself."

"...Alas, that's not what I meant." Sakura Eiji was stunned for a moment, then said flatteringly, "How about this, let's go out for a good meal tonight to adjust our mood? How about Mediterranean cuisine? Anatolian cuisine? Turkish cuisine? After that, we can go shopping in a clothing store. Don't worry, you can use my card."

"Oh, so you are tired of eating my food, and you have to eat other people's food to feel good? So you dislike me."

"How could you have such an impossible idea?"

"Haha, it's different now that you're out on your own and become a big boss from an executive. After all these years, you must be tired of the same old family life, right? You're tired of me, too, right?" Sakura Edamori said coldly, "Okay, pack your bags and go live with your young secretary."

"What are you talking about? I always recruit male secretaries and assistants, you know that." Sakura Eiji defended.

"Then why have you been so gloomy in front of me these past two days? You've been acting very abnormal since the day before yesterday, looking listless and absent-minded. When I asked you what was wrong, you just said 'nothing'. When I asked if the company's business was not going well, you just said 'it has nothing to do with these, don't worry about it'."

Sakura Edamori frowned.

"You stayed up late at night on your phone, typing and chatting with people, when you usually read books! You got up during the day to go to work, but you left the house without hugging me. You were thinking about other people! It's clear that your mind was no longer at home!"

"..."

Sakura Eiji opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know where to start.

Everything started from the moment he clicked on #作画主管系声作# with his shaking hands. In the dozens of hours that followed, he was verifying and fighting against fate, looking for the correct timeline.

"You must have changed your mind about making money and have other thoughts. This really breaks my heart. After this meal, I will call my dad and ask him to clean up the room. I want to go back to my parents' home." Sakura Emori said calmly.

Sakura Eiji was so frightened that his chopsticks shook. First, he absolutely loved his wife, there was no falsehood. Second, he definitely couldn't withstand a punch from his father-in-law who had twenty years of experience.

"This is all a misunderstanding. I've been working on a new plan these days to keep in touch with my overseas partners. You know there are time differences between different regions. In order to reconcile them, I have to disrupt my rhythm. As a self-disciplined person with two abdominal muscles, I would be very uncomfortable if my rhythm was disrupted in a hurry. I didn't get enough sleep that day and thought I had already hugged her." Sakura Eiji said immediately.

"Do you think I will believe it? There must be something hidden behind this!" Sakura Edamori firmly believed it.

"It is love, love on the surface and love deep down." Sakura Eiji recited with deep emotion, as emotional as an actor in a stage play, "Love, your thorns have pierced the eyes of those trapped in it! Love, you are like charcoal, once it burns, you have to find a way to cool it down. If you let it burn freely, it will burn a heart!"

Can I be forgiven just by reciting a few sentences?

Sakura Ayane, who was eating quietly on the side, was skeptical about this.

After all, it's quite rare for these two to have disagreements and quarrel.

"Juliet, the brightness of your face would shame the stars, as the sun puts the lights to shame. When your eyes stream through the air from the sky, the birds will think the night is over and begin to sing. I wish I could be your glove, so I could touch your face."

Sakura Eiji's voice is expressive and his lines are clear and powerful, showing his actor's demeanor.

Sakura Ayane opened her eyes wide, she found that with just these few words, her mother, who had an unhappy look on her face, actually began to waver!

"What's wrong, my love! Why are your cheeks so pale? Why did the rose on your face wither so quickly?" Sakura Eiji stretched out his hand and asked a question. He expected an equally poetic answer.

Sakura Edamori curled her lips, turned her head away, and still said clearly: "...mostly because of the lack of rain and dew, but the tears in my eyes can irrigate them."

"Alas! The path of true love is always rough and full of obstacles. Even if the two are in love, war, death or disease may invade it, making it as short as a voice, a shadow, a dream, a flash of lightning in the night, showing heaven and hell in an instant, but before you can say "Look!", the darkness has opened its mouth to devour, and bright things have become chaos."

Sakura Eiji clenched his fist with determination and smiled a smile as mellow as aged wine.

"Listen to me, Hermia. I will marry you. If you love me, I will wait for you."

"My good Lysander, by the strongest bow of Cupid, by the purity of the dove of Venus, by the power that unites souls and protects love, by the fire that burned the queen of ancient Carthage. I swear to you that I will come."

Sakura Eiji finally handled the crisis. He walked forward confidently, walked around the table, and hugged his wife who was sitting opposite him.

"Ah? He just sang two lines? Mom, you forgive him just like that?" Sakura Ayane asked in surprise.

"What do you mean by forgiveness? I didn't do anything wrong." Sakura Eiji was speechless.

"I can't help it. It's too, too mean. These are what he said at the wedding... He and the groomsmen rehearsed excerpts from Shakespeare's operas, Romeo and Juliet, and A Midsummer Night's Dream, just to show his love to me." Sakura Edamori rested her head on her husband's chest, recalling the happiness.

"Wow, so romantic." Sakura Ayane raised her eyebrows and continued to take a bite of her meal.

"That's how amazing I am. Everyone at the time was amazed at my arrangement, except your grandfather who thought it was rather pedantic and superficial." Sakura Eiji said proudly, "But that was like a scholar meeting a soldier, it was a special case."

"I don't know what Ayane's wedding will be like in the future. It would be great if the man is as responsible as your father, loves life and has a sense of humor." Sakura Edamori sighed, "Your father and I met at a college social. In the blink of an eye, you will also go to college. I wonder what kind of person you will meet."

"Friendship is a good thing, but there are both real elites like me and fake people among them."

Sakura Eiji let go, dragged the stool over, sat next to his beloved wife, and said lightly.

"I went back to school a few days ago to attend a class reunion, and I actually saw a most beautiful face contest being held on campus. This kind of farce, anyone with a bit of ambition and commitment to the future would not waste time participating in. The most horrible thing is that afterwards they seamlessly connected it with a handshake meeting to promote products, which is really disrespectful. You have to pay attention and don't be fooled by those people's acting skills."

"Forget it, these are too far away. By the way, Ayane, I've found a tutor for you, and he will be here this afternoon." Sakura Edamori said.

"Oh." Sakura Ayane nodded.

"What's the price?" Sakura Eiji couldn't help but ask.

"It hasn't been finalized yet. They said I can try it out first and then negotiate the salary if the results are good. They're very friendly." Sakura Edamori said with a smile.

"Are you so unsure? Are you really that incompetent? Don't think about saving money on this kind of thing. Your exam is at the end of the year. You'd better go to a strong institution to find foreign teachers. Use my credit card." The pillar of the family is always convincing.

"He's from the same school as you, not a ronin, a freshman, and was ranked in the top ten in the third category of liberal arts that year." Sakura Edamori added patiently.

"I see. Then I feel a little relieved." Sakura Eiji thought for a moment.

……

"I'm going to the company now. Ayane, talk to the tutor later to see if he has any real skills. Although the deviation value is high, being able to solve problems by yourself and being able to teach others to solve problems are two different talents." Sakura Eiji reminded, "If you really feel that it is of no help, just turn it down. Don't think that you have any face-saving or something like that."

"I know." Sakura Ayane agreed crisply.

"Uh-huh."

President Sakura changed his animal-themed pajamas into a suit that looked like a CEO in the workplace, put on his shiny leather shoes, and walked out to his Mercedes-Benz AMG S65, which represented a successful person. He sat in the driver's seat, adjusted the rearview mirror slightly, and moved slowly. Soon he was a few blocks away.

It was a little crowded, and he inadvertently took out his Rolex watch to check the time.

At this moment, a powerful motorcycle in black and gold color came into view.

Every man has a knight's heart. Even if he is driving a good car that can beat AE86 in social status, he will still look at the precious horse galloping against the wind.

At this time, the big horse was in the other lane, and passed by the slow-moving car. The rider was wearing a cool helmet, with the tail of his windbreaker fluttering gently. His back was indescribably chic, and it would not look out of place even in a special effects scene. It was as if the protagonist was heading to a harsh battlefield.

When I was young, I should have been like this, handsome as a flame.

Sakura Eiji looked at the figure getting farther and farther away in the rearview mirror.

Suddenly, I felt that the clothes looked familiar.

...Does Ayane have the same one?

The middle-aged man scratched his head and finally shook his head. Without thinking too much, he drove away.

Ten minutes later.

Mercedes-Benz makes a grand return.

Sakura Eiji, who was holding the steering wheel, realized it belatedly and looked serious.

I am applying for leave today. I will write the note myself and have it approved by myself.

And he returned like lightning.

Chapter 64: Tutor

dong dong.

There was a polite knock on the door.

Wait until the door opens.

"Why do you feel thinner? No matter how hard you work, you must remember to rest and eat on time." Sakura Edamori looked at the young man outside the door, frowned like an elder and said, "Most young people nowadays are sub-healthy, and they can't be without health awareness."

"Don't worry, Aunt Zhisen. I have always been a person who combines work and rest. My heart is firm and no one can shake it." Yin Ze smiled happily when he heard that, and took up the exquisite gift box in his hand. "I specially prepared some small gifts for your visit today."

"You're too polite. You even brought a gift."

Sakura Edamori took the bag, but soon recognized that it was a product of Kyoto Nishijin weaving. This kind of fabric is luxurious and heavy, and it is also expensive. It is a luxury handicraft and can never be said to be an ordinary gift. The hostess took this good gift and complained and blamed it.

"Why are you spending all this money? Isn't that too polite?"

"Well, it's my duty. Sakura and I are very close friends. I didn't bring anything last time I visited you in a hurry, so I'm making up for it this time. Besides, I've been earning a lot lately, so there's no such thing as being frugal." Yin Ze said with a smile, "The tie is for uncle, and the bag is for you."

"Doesn't Ayane have a share?" Sakura Edamori chuckled and asked jokingly.

"Of course I won't fall behind. It's better to say that for her, I have tried my best during this period. Apart from other things, I went to various major bookstores, compared and selected, and consulted famous teachers before finally deciding on this big gift package - "Fish Leaping Over the Dragon Gate: College Entrance Examination Sprint Thousands of Questions"!" Yin Ze's face brightened when he said this. He neatly put the more than ten kilograms of schoolbag behind him on the floor, and immediately made a heavy sound of knowledge, as if it was filled with a pile of earth bricks instead of light pages.

"Well, she will definitely like it." As a parent, Sakura Edamori couldn't help but admire and said, "Don't stand at the door, come in."

"Okay, excuse me." Yin Ze changed his slippers and walked into the living room. The Sakura family's mansion was large, well-lit, and well-located. The interior was also well-maintained and spotless. It was definitely a world apart from his own doghouse.

There was heating in the house, so Master Yin took off his coat.

"Ayane, the teacher is here." Sakura Edamori went upstairs and knocked on the door.

The girl in pink and white pajamas pushed the door open and looked into the living room curiously. She saw someone familiar with him, with his hands behind his back, approaching the cockatiel named "Beethoven" like an old cadre, as if he was learning bird language to chat. After feeling the gaze, the man turned around, smiled and waved, behaving like a warm man.

Sakura Ayane's heart suddenly tightened, her expression changed instantly, and she retreated back into the room, tapping her slippers.