Tokyo Sound

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Huixiang's friend discovered Takizawa's hidden thoughts and led the class to add fuel to the fire.

Due to family reasons, Takizawa was not confident and even had low self-esteem. He lacked close friends, and he had never tried to hide his hobbies as an otaku, so the light novels in his bag were unfortunately spilled out.

The students flipped open the seductive illustrations of busty elf girls, and passed them around with laughter and discussion. For a moment, the classroom was filled with joy.

As the person at the center of the incident, Huixiang naturally asked her friend to stop the farce with disgust, and awkwardly rejected this pure love in person.

Amid regretful boos and whistles.

The boy's mentality was a little out of control. Amid the suffocating gazes and laughter of the crowd, he picked up his schoolbag and ran away, and has been absent from school ever since.

The end of the diary is filled with resentment and irritability. It has become a tree hole for venting, and the negative emotions are heavy.

Yin Ze originally lamented that young people are thin-skinned, but then he thought that he was not much better when he was in school.

I was dozing off in math class and the teacher called me up to answer a question. I hemmed and hawed for a long time and was finally rushed to the blackboard to solve the problem. The gazes from behind me were like needles pricking me.

I was so embarrassed at that time that my ears turned red. Even after the get out of class, I still felt like I was being laughed at.

What he encountered was the ultimate triple persecution of having his secret crush exposed in public, his otaku attributes being publicly punished, and his affection being flatly rejected while everyone was watching live.

This matter has probably spread throughout the whole grade. If I go back, I will definitely be laughed at again. Only a fool would want to go back to school.

After flipping through it again, Yin Ze sighed, then put the diary away properly.

For a moment, Yin Ze didn't know what to do next.

No matter how unlucky Takizawa is, he is not as miserable as him.

More than twenty years of life were cut cleanly apart by morning diarrhea.

He really turned into a wandering ghost in an instant.

"Go buy a pack of cigarettes first."

Yin Ze picked up his wallet with a gloomy face, took his keys and went out.

Chapter 2: Shilipo Sword God

He is clearly just an hourly wage worker, but he insists on strictly questioning whether he is an adult. The spirit of the Japanese service industry is touching.

Even though Yin Ze's every move showed the bad habits of a social slicker, once his long hair that made him look younger was combed back and tied into a pigtail, he instantly became a fashionable man. The salesperson still firmly adhered to the bottom line of being a social person and gave him a bag of pokey bars instead.

Okay, that works fine.

Holding the stick between two fingers and flicking it with the thumb, Asia squatted on the street with a dazed look in his eyes, and the pokey stick made a crunching sound as he was eaten.

…Even though I was trafficked, I still had to survive.

First, just put it off until you graduate from high school. As for taking the college entrance exam, don't even think about it. This is just a joke. Just remember the multiplication table.

I am very happy to have learned Japanese skills at the native level. It is very practical. I can apply for international companies when I return to China. But for now, I will do my old job to earn some money, slowly adapt to the place, and then make plans.

This is the advantage of being a skilled worker. He doesn't need to think too much about becoming rich, but at least he won't starve to death. Besides, this is Japan, a high-quality market.

Takizawa had enough money left to last for another month, so there was no need to rush. He could just buy some food and drinks and then go home.

In fact, if we have to say what kind of fate there is between the two of them, it might be that they were both practicing painting.

Yin Ze used to be an inconspicuous brick in the big cake of the game industry, a hard-working tool man, and a humble original artist who was wantonly humiliated by the client.

After working hard for several years, I finally had the chance to switch jobs and become a chief designer, where I could spend my days just drafting pictures, making casual suggestions, and slacking off during the day.

As a result, I was slapped here. I felt so bitter that I couldn't say anything and had tears in my heart.

Yin Ze opened a can of iced fat-house water, held a chocolate bar in his mouth, and surfed the Internet while stroking his chin.

In his line of work, there are many experts and demons everywhere. He can catch a group of Cthulhu tentacles by putting down a bait.

Craig Mullins is naturally the eternal god.

At this point in time, Brother Jia Jia should have moved abroad, Brother Guang Jian successfully won the first place in DW not long ago, Yang Qi [Note: Game Science Producer]'s Douzhanshen is in the works, and a group of top names who will be well-known in the future have begun to make efforts.

The golden wave is coming.

Thinking of this, Yin Ze's fingers trembled as he broke the pokey stick, his desire and ambition burning!

Then wouldn't I, a parallel visitor who has accumulated aesthetic knowledge and vision for the next 10 years, be able to rise to the top? Wouldn't I be able to gain both fame and fortune by opening a class?

This wave, this wave is the Sword God of Shilipo!

Just when he was imagining that his female fans would leave messages asking for guidance, he saw a CM exercise, and when he looked closely, he was pale at the great power of the god.

Well, at most it’s the Ten Thousand Swords Technique of Shilipo.

There are some drawings stored in the computer, which must be the practice that Takizawa did in his spare time. From his perspective, the shape and design are naturally lacking, but the key is persistence.

Judging from the tone of the diary, Takizawa probably wants to be a cartoonist or animator.

Alas, I am a pragmatic person, but my dreams are so unrealistic.

There are two professions, one is the one that Japan has the most, and the other is the most miserable for Japanese painters. How can we be so depressed? Although we are already very depressed when we study painting.

I found the digital tablet, and there were obvious scratches on the surface, crisscrossing each other to form almost a circle.

Seeing these traces, I felt quite touched.

Let’s exchange the baton, Yin Ze said softly.

Opening the software and looking at an exercise that he had studied over and over again, Yin Ze started to make revisions.

As evening approached, he ran to a nearby printing shop, printed out the revised and completed manuscript, returned to the house, and burned it in a stainless steel basin.

I put some makeup on your dream, I hope you can receive it.

Perhaps it was because this body still retained the sentiments of youth. Watching the manuscript gradually turn into ashes, he felt unwilling and sad for no reason.

After cleaning up the ashes, he once again searched for jobs online.

This process was boring. I first looked at the ones that were close to the rental house, then the ones with good treatment and reputation, and then the ones with suitable styles. After more than an hour of searching, I basically picked a lot.

It was already night outside the window, and the brilliant neon lights were shining like a river. Yin Ze rubbed his sore eyes, lay down on the ground, stared at the ceiling and began to fall asleep.

What will happen tomorrow? What will happen in the future? To be honest, it feels very empty.

But “it’s here anyway.”

There is no other choice but to make the best of it.

Tomorrow he plans to draw some works so that he can submit his resume, and secondly, he plans to learn more about Takizawa through some channels. The day after tomorrow he will return to school to consult his teacher about graduation issues.

In a daze, I fell into a dream.

The boy held his breath and pedaled hard. The man behind him held the back of the bike to help him maintain balance. He let go when they were on the road. As a result, the bike suddenly tilted and the boy screamed and fell down. The man behind him put his hands on his waist and laughed and ridiculed his own son.

On a hot summer day, a big man and a small boy wearing the same short-sleeved shirt and shorts sat cross-legged under the swaying wind chimes. When the "start" sounded, the two of them competed in eating watermelons, their cheeks puffed up like hamsters, and the juice and seeds flew all over the floor, making the floor dirty. Finally, they were driven out by their resentful mother, and squatted in the shadow of a nearby convenience store to lick cheap popsicles.

There were performances at the opening ceremony of the sports meet, as well as races and tug-of-war. The dads who came to watch the games were always cheering passionately, raising their cameras to take pictures from time to time.

On the way home, we found a lonely kitten. After taking it home, it took a lot of effort for me to convince my mother to raise it.

I watched special effects and animations on TV at the right time. He played a righteous warrior, and his father was an evil villain scientist who wore a pot lid as a helmet. In the end, he rode on the villain's head and declared victory.

Fragmented scenes flickered.

Time seems to be sped up by the gods. The beauty of spring and summer, the wind and snow in autumn and winter, the four-leaf clover on the riverbank, the swing after school, the chirping of insects in the bushes in the evening, the washed uniforms, the humming old fan...

Gradually, without knowing when, I no longer lived on that street, and there was only my mother and the orange cat that was getting fatter and fatter at home.

Suddenly one day Fat Orange also died. Afterwards, a strange tall man stood at the entrance, holding a gift with an awkward and polite smile on his face.

The dining table has become a floor seat, the leisurely variety shows I loved to watch in the evening have become late-night animations, and the rental house does not have a small courtyard in the summer with tinkling wind chimes. I haven't learned how to ride a bicycle yet, but no one is willing to help me patiently.

When I grow up and look at the world, what I see is mostly gray. Although there are bright colors and lights in the cities, most of them are just shop signs and neon advertisements.

The lush green shade of the trees and the evening breeze with its lively smile gradually faded away.

Open an old comic book and play an animation disc, only the world inside has not changed and time has not flowed.

The protagonist on the screen smiles innocently, traveling with his friends in a strange and unknown land. Off the screen, the father and son playing house in front of the TV can be vaguely seen.

So he took action, carrying with him memories and expectations, imitating, painting, and telling stories.

Yin Ze opened his eyes and subconsciously reached out to wipe his face, which was covered with tears.

He propped himself up and looked at the time. It was six in the morning and the sky outside the window was just beginning to brighten.

Dreams actually disappear very quickly, and you may forget most of them within seconds after waking up.

Yin Ze drowsily recalled those messy dreams.

Those are Takizawa Satoru's childhood and stories.

I can still vaguely feel the sadness and frustration of "myself" in the dream, but after waking up, these thoughts gradually fade away and are no longer so immersive.

There might be a thin thread between me and Takizawa, passing the remnants of our souls. This thread is tight and will be broken slowly.

Yin Ze sat in silence.

"You're actually a very good kid."

The word "youth" originally contains both brilliance and despair, childishness and innocence. Some are just beginning to grow wings, while others fall into the valley.

Yin Ze went to the bathroom to wash his face, then walked to the window, leaned against the sill and looked out at the dark gray Tokyo. The morning breeze brushed across his water-stained cheeks, making him feel instantly cool.

He calmly picked up a piece of chocolate.

Unfortunately, I’m not a child anymore, and I can’t bring myself to cry like you.

I should have said it first, but it's two days late.

He paused and spoke in passive-proficient Japanese.

"Nice to meet you, Takizawa-kun."

I will help you draw, after all, this is my job.

Yin Ze smiled gently, turned back to cook instant noodles, and prepared to start a new day.

Today, let’s fully demonstrate the strength that has been honed by the painstaking challenges posed by the foolish clients in China!

I am the king of tools!

Goal! Submit your resume to 30 companies!

After half a morning, Yin Ze, who is well versed in assembly line production, has already produced several UIs. He plans to draw some more character designs during the afternoon break.

This long-awaited opportunity to prepare a portfolio without having to revise it frantically based on feedback is like returning to that young, enthusiastic self who was looking for a job!

Come to think of it, this body is in its youth. After staying up for two nights and having a good sleep, I will feel full of energy.

Rush!

At this time, the phone rang loudly and Yin Ze picked it up.

"Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Takizawa, my name is Kashiwai Ippei. I sent you an email yesterday but you didn't respond, so I thought it would be a good idea to call you."

"...I really didn't pay attention. What's the matter?" Yin Ze was naturally a little confused.

"There's a welcome party for new members tonight in Yoyogi."

"Join the company?" Yin Ze said, "Isn't it a mistake? I'm only a high school student."

I haven't submitted my resume yet.

"Excuse me, is this Takizawa Satoru?" The other end was a little confused when he heard that.

"Yes."

“That’s right.”

"No, what company?" Yin Ze asked again.

"I'm Enterprise. You were successfully selected based on your outstanding performance."

"...This? What kind of business does this company run? Is it outsourcing or R&D? Am I hiring an artist or a designer?"

This Takizawa secretly and quietly found a job?

"What's all this? We are an office." Kashiwai Ippei was also a little stunned.