Tokyo Sound

"Well, okay, after passing such a difficult Tokyo University test and just participating in the heartfelt and polite admission speech by the dean, how do you feel right now?" the reporter asked excitedly.

"It's not very good. First of all, when I went out today, I didn't think it would rain, so I didn't bring a folding umbrella. This made me spend extra money to buy a new umbrella, which I feel is a loss."

The student sighed softly.

"Then, during the dean's speech, he mentioned the imbalance in the gender ratio at the University of Tokyo, and the scarcity of women. I would also like to take this opportunity to appeal to all sectors of society to respect women."

"So what are your plans for the future? Do you have any grand dreams?" The reporter was looking forward to his ambitions.

"No!" the student answered immediately.

"Well, you must have put in a lot of effort to get into the first high school. Can you tell me about your experience in preparing for the exam?"

“The books in the Human Civilization series are relatively thick and I think they can be used as self-defense weapons.”

“…What are your expectations for campus life?”

“Not forced to drop out of school.”

"Have you set any goals in the short term?" The reporter took a deep breath and forced the question.

"I've been craving for beef rice bowl lately." The student scratched his head sheepishly, "After all, it's a day worth celebrating, so I plan to practice it tonight."

The screen immediately returned to the studio, and the beautiful female host smiled and said, "With a firm heart and an everlasting dream, we are all happy and satisfied to have such a group of children who are fully motivated and have become the backbone of their families and even the society. The above is from the live interview..."

Sakura Ayane was still coughing, and she used tissue paper to wipe the crumbs and splashed milk on the table.

"Why are you so angry, kid?" Dad was speechless.

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something strange..." the girl dealt with it.

Chapter 6: Would you like to be my friend?

As a free-spirited man who didn't even want to squeeze into the cafeteria during school, it is so sad that I now have to compete with the strongest office workers on the earth for subway every day, be stuffed into the carriage like stuffing by the conductor, and have sex with all kinds of Mediterranean big-bellied office workers.

Yin Ze was sandwiched between the big men with an expressionless face, and was bored and played Schrödinger's Corridor of Life to kill time.

It was at this time that he realized that he had foresightedly searched the Internet for methods to make money after rebirth.

Betting on football has always been an excellent choice for time travelers to make their first pot of gold.

He knew about the 18 Germany 0-2 South Korea match, with odds of over 350 times the second half. There was also the Champions League Barcelona 2-8 Bayern, with an own goal, which basically meant he would have enough food and clothing.

There is also the classic 14 World Cup semi-final where Brazil lost 1-7 to Germany at home.

And of course, there’s mining Bitcoin.

The Corridor of Life organized this information into a data matrix and replayed it at high speed before his eyes, causing Yin Ze's eyes to sparkle.

But suddenly I thought that the Chinese national football team in this dimension could enter the World Cup three times, and could even beat France from start to finish in away games. This level of distortion and madness alone can be considered an A+ level lossbelt. What's the point of betting on this?

With a sigh, I packed up all the information and threw it into the trash. Then I opened the movie and TV area and found an episode of "Man vs. Wild" to watch.

Twenty minutes later, I was out of the misery and walked to my workplace.

It has been nearly two weeks since the last audition for "Firefly Forest", and finally the news came that he was selected. Director Keihiro Komori really appreciated how well his voice fits the monster, and after careful consideration, he decided to accept him.

In this way, this work was monopolized by IM, after all, it was basically the male and female protagonists' confrontation. I guess Kashiwai Ippei also quietly put in some effort in this.

Yin Ze rubbed his hands and slipped into the recording studio to enjoy the heating.

Another actress had arrived long ago and was ready, sitting in a corner of the sofa in a daze.

"Hello, Sakura-san." Yin Ze greeted.

"...Oh, um, yes, hello." The girl glanced at him, squeaked a few times and continued to remain silent.

What, are you in a bad mood?

The man began to think in his mind.

By the way, every time she meets this guy, her attitude seems to be different. Sometimes she is cheerful, sometimes she is introverted, and sometimes she is quiet. Today she seems to be introverted and shy.

As a social person who can read the atmosphere, I will cooperate when necessary.

It's normal, everyone needs to be alone and reflect.

After a busy day at work, the husband who drives home will unconsciously park downstairs for a few minutes and sit in the driver's seat to relax. The middle-aged uncle who is busy making a living will also go to the riverside to fish silently at night, letting the evening breeze blow away the fireworks and makeup stuck on his body. Even he himself sometimes feels that the only hour before going to bed, after taking a bath, browsing the phone and daydreaming in bed, is truly his.

You and I are both mortals, and we have no leisure time all day long.

Loneliness is a torment, but sometimes it is also a tranquilizer for anxiety and fatigue.

The workload in high school must be very heavy. While ensuring academic completion, you have to sacrifice your rest time to come here and deal with the producers. Privately, you have to refuse friends' invitations to play and hone your acting skills. I guess it must be very distressing.

The studio is quiet, perfect for recharging and relaxing.

Young Sakura-san, don't worry, I am a sensible person and will never disturb your rare peace before work begins!

The girl sat in the corner and the boy sat near the door, with a large space in between. This distance is called emotional intelligence!

Yin Ze was very satisfied. He sat down and continued to imagine Bear Grylls eating delicious food in his mind. Beef was the most insignificant thing in this feast. After all, anything else he caught had five times more protein than beef.

The world without a third party is silent.

Sakura Ayane was pretending to study her lines.

In fact, before coming here, I was already nervous. After all, when that guy was still a part-time waiter, I could still visit him as a customer and chat with him for a few minutes, because she was in a higher position as the one who paid for the meal. But it would be difficult to communicate with him as an equal.

If you think about it carefully, although we are colleagues and have run into each other quite a lot and even joked around a few times, we are still not very familiar with each other. I don't know if we have any common topics, and most of the exchanges are just social words.

The girl is not good at shortening the distance between hearts, otherwise she wouldn't go home alone after school.

But based on past experience, this guy is very outgoing, so I might as well wait for him to start a conversation. As a girl who has been outside the group for many years, I have some experience in agreeing and continuing the conversation.

After waiting for a long time, there was no sound.

I turned my head secretly and found that the boy seemed to be sitting at the other end of the earth...

What is this doing?

Is there something weird about me, or a weird smell?

Sakura Ayane was confused for a long time, then tentatively moved towards that direction.

Yin Ze folded his hands and hung his head, looking indifferent, staring at the floor calmly, not knowing what to say, but in fact he was traveling the world with the man at the top of the food chain.

Of course, he was not just AFK, as he still had some memory allocated. He noticed that the girl was looking at him with a fierce look, so he smiled apologetically and turned his back to her, indicating that he would not disturb her, and continued to study the practical uses of elephant dung.

Turn sideways, with your back to him, give a polite smile, and don't say a word.

Sakura Ayane was very familiar with this way of rejection.

I have encountered this kind of cold reception and disguised persuasion to quit many times in school. At this moment, my heart, which had been beating fast, turned cold and my expression became stiff.

It's going to fail again.

I had obviously thought of all sorts of excuses in my mind, just wanting to speak smoothly.

I clearly feel that if I strike while the iron is hot, we will definitely become friends.

A feeling of emptiness and falling from somewhere spread throughout her body. The dim lights in the recording studio seemed to grow dimmer, and the darkness echoed in her ears like a tide. She sank deeply into the sofa in the corner, unable to extricate herself.

...What went wrong again.

The girl twisted her fingers together in panic, her lips pursed into a thin line.

She looked at the figure leaning against the cushion by the door, and the few conversations they had had flashed through her mind.

——The sweetness of strawberry cake and the bitter warmth of hot coffee.

The heart is beating.

She suddenly clenched her hands, slowly stood up and walked over.

I really want to change and make friends.

I put all my strength into every step.

Be it being ridiculed or being despised for not being able to read the air.

Force your gaze not to shift away.

Her little stubbornness is trying hard to show off.

This time, I won't wait for any opportunity, I won't create any topics, and I won't try to fit in wherever and whenever possible.

Speak your mind openly and express your goodwill.

I can't have that kind of complex, well-connected and refreshing communication, but I have the courage to get straight to the point... I have been accumulating hope for so long.

The girl finally came over to her and looked down at her.

Yin Ze noticed something strange and immediately paused the documentary, looking up in surprise.

Sakura Ayane's fingertips were turning white. She calmed herself down and spoke clearly and firmly.

"Excuse me - could you please be my friend?"

The recording studio was completely silent, and the warm-up seemed to have stopped.

The girl's mind instantly became empty after this, and all the courage and hope she had accumulated disappeared with these words.

After a while.

"Sure." Yin Ze nodded unexpectedly.

"...Eh?" Sakura Ayane was stunned for a moment, blinked her beautiful eyes, and repeated, "Is it okay?"

"Ah."

"No, wait, we mean being friends? The kind of friends who would talk about interests and hobbies, complain about life situations, go to and go home together if we are in the same class, pass notes together in class, and give birthday wishes and share cake together?" Sakura Ayane explained hurriedly.

"no problem."

"Are you sure? You want to be friends with me?" Sakura Ayane pointed at herself.

"What's there to hesitate about? Or rather, I'm actually quite happy that you're willing to tell me this," Yin Ze said.

The girl was silent for a few seconds, then asked again, still unconvinced.

"Does that mean we are friends now?"

"...If you don't mind, um, yes." Yin Ze said cautiously.

The joy and blush that were almost visible to the naked eye quickly spread across the still chubby cheeks. The girl seemed to have guessed the heads and tails of the coin of fate. She clenched her fists and stomped her feet hard, her hair flying.

"You, are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Yin Ze was a little frightened and confused.

Outside the door, the supervisor and the agent, who were secretly peeping through the glass at the two people's long conversation inside, looked at each other, then tiptoed away.

Chapter 7 Who doesn't want to eat and wait for death?

Yin Ze was awakened again, but this time he was not stabbed while smoking.

Instead, when he was passionately circling behind, he met a bald man wearing sunglasses on a narrow road. He was hit in the waist by his fist with a million magnetic fields, and smashed into the wall, killing him.

My enemies include mutant monsters that can control gravity with a flip of their hands, speech-capable pilots who can travel back in time, scientists who harness the power of nature, tough guys in mini Gundam exoskeleton armor, and even artificial intelligence that can learn to incarnate.

As for myself, I use outdated darts, a wakizashi that the samurai used to disembowel themselves to apologize, and a funny katana that I can only pull out for 6 seconds for shopping.

Is there any royal law?

Yin Ze half-opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling before coming back to his senses. Then he covered his stomach and went into the bathroom to start his metabolism.

A beautiful morning starts with squatting on the toilet with a magazine in hand and a cigarette in mouth.

Use the seasoning packet bought from the convenience store to heat up the cold leftover rice from last night, and a bowl of fragrant and hot simple tea rice is ready. Pair it with a few spoonfuls of Lao Gan Dip brand spicy bean paste dipping sauce, which is appetizing and delicious.

He flipped through the recorded late-night variety shows and watched all the borderline and explicit scenes, especially when young girls were pranked and let out adorable screams, the men shook their heads and sighed with relish.

The morning drama is warm and approachable, the public service announcement at noon is so touching that it makes people's eyes red, and the documentary in the evening interprets the traditional craftsman spirit full of Zen philosophy. However, after midnight, all kinds of programs with no bottom line are rampant.

During the day, the same channel was broadcasting the touching life story of an old conductor who had been guarding the tram for decades regardless of wind and rain. Ten hours later, it turned into a weird segment where a twin-tailed underground idol, Sukumizu, performed a tearful performance and caught arthropods with her hands.

This country is really weird...

It's hard for office workers who punch in at work to earn a living, let alone those in the entertainment industry, which is a service industry.

Although the voice actor circle is not big, it is still related.

Alas, people here live under great pressure and at a fast pace, and as a result, they tend to become extreme when releasing their emotions.

The man secretly made up his mind that in this cold and ruthless city, he must stick to himself, maintain his dignity, and stick to his principles.