Tokyo Sound

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Yoshida Tomoki asked his employees to leave work early, but he still stayed in the company. He entered his account and password and logged into the game. He leaned back in his chair and silently watched the world in the client, watching the characters wearing festive costumes, running on the streets to celebrate the New Year.

He smiled with satisfaction.

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Yoshiharu Kigami was the last one to leave the studio. After checking today's manuscripts, he turned off the lights one by one, went downstairs quietly and went home. Even on the way, he was still thinking about the shortcomings of his new work.

The phone rang. It was my son, with whom I had seldom contacted.

Kigami Yoshiharu answered the call without hesitation.

A voice that was no longer childish rang in my ears.

"Dad, Happy New Year... I see, Hyouka, you're not young anymore, don't work so hard."

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Tsuchiya Hongliang chatted back and forth in various groups, with the sound of keyboard typing incessantly, showing his profound surfing skills.

Ten lucky viewers from each group were selected to win the BD. Dongge was too active and never absent. He would raise his hand in every group to lower the chances of winning. In the end, the group owner couldn't stand it and temporarily banned him.

Netizens from all over the world happily sent emoticons and words of encouragement copied from other places.

Aliang thought for a long time and finally decided to book a nice restaurant.

He wanted to invite his father and mother to go.

I want them to know that they are independent, that they can do things other than just having fun, that they can earn money, and that they can be responsible for their own lives.

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Asamiya Kazuki got off the bus and saw her mother coming to pick her up from afar. She carried the suitcase with all her strength and trotted over, her face filled with a smile that could be called bright on this winter day.

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Hidaka Rina was wearing an apron and cooking. She flipped through her Twitter account and liked someone's latest post. Then she let out a low voice, either a sigh or a sigh.

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Uchida Maaya successfully stopped her younger brother from eating outside the stadium, ordered him to wash his hands, and began to set the table and cook the stew. Her father and mother also finished work and were on their way back. Maybe the family was more difficult to run in the early years, but as time went by, everything was changing for the better.

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Risa Taneda stood in front of the window of the apartment building. The thin glass reflected her beautiful figure wrapped in a warm blanket. The girl held a cup of hot coffee and looked out at the vibrant scenery of the city.

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Sakura Ayane ignored the dramatic conversation between her parents.

She simply walked aside, touched the cockatiel's head, added water and food, and then picked up the textbook to memorize the knowledge points, but for some reason, she seemed to be unable to concentrate today.

After thinking it over, she took out her phone and clicked on an avatar.

A long chat history was displayed on the screen.

She typed slowly.

"Happy New Year, mature and stable adult."

"Tauren Chieftain:?"

"Tauren Chieftain: Didn't I tell you this this afternoon?"

"Mature and stable adult: Oh, there is a rule that you can only say it once?"

"Happy New Year, mature and stable adult."

"Mnotauren Chieftain: Well, Happy New Year!"

The years never come back.

No matter the dreams you had yesterday or the complaints you make today, nothing can stop the arrival of tomorrow.

Being with the people you trust and value, you can keep going even when you feel down.

Many people hope that tomorrow's sunshine will be better, the wind will be gentler, and the world will be more beautiful and brighter.

Many people believe this as well.

Chapter 83: Pilgrimage and Wishes

The weather turns cold after the new year, and the clouds in the sky turn into snow.

This winter is the same as usual, with no surprises, no accidents, and of course no lazy sleep.

If I could, I would like to be a furry person on the first morning of the new year, wearing a leopard print cotton jacket and wrapped in a quilt, without any calculations or thoughts.

such a pity.

I still have to get up early.

The man stamped his feet on the spot, stepped on the snow, breathed out white air, and stuffed his hands in his pockets, unwilling to touch the cold air.

Although it was still early, many people had already gathered near the shrine. Among the crowds of simple down jackets, there were bright colors. Some young women wore traditional kimonos with novel designs, like beautiful flowers blooming in the cold winter. They had their hair tied up high, and they walked up the stairs and passed the high torii gate with their friends, chatting and laughing.

Yin Ze glanced at the crowds of people who came to draw fortunes despite the bitter cold wind, and wrapped himself tightly in the only high-end windbreaker in his closet.

The masses are very enthusiastic.

Local mythology says there are eight million gods in this place. Because there are too many backdoors, the pantheon is bloated and many unnecessary priests are created. Therefore, there are many shrines for the corresponding positions, some praying for marriage, some praying for career, some praying for education, some praying for a fat son, and of course the other way around, such as praying for the person you like to break up with the current one so that you can take advantage of the situation...

What an evil god! What a false god!

The first shrine visit of the New Year is very meaningful and ceremonial. Hatsumode is usually in the first few days of the year, and the impatient ones will even set out on New Year's Eve.

Master Yin, who had gotten up early, yawned, and the two people behind him who had also come to join in the fun yawned in unison.

Last night, the Yiyi trio, whose ranks were higher than those of the two generals Heng and Ha, ate and drank well and then went to sleep in someone's single doghouse.

They slept on the same quilt, with their feet touching, they were truly a couple with a bond stronger than iron. Even at night, no one fought over the quilt, but instead they divided the quilt into three parts in tacit understanding. I was really moved.

As for why such a romantic person would get up early and do something that is not in line with his personal style, it is naturally because he has an appointment in advance.

Unlike the agent who has two faces every day, this man is the one who truly keeps his word!

In January, it snowed.

The snow fell silently, and as the long night passed, the steps and eaves were all white.

"On days when the sky is too bright, light can even creep into my transparent heart. It's at times like this that I imagine growing a pair of unobstructed wings on my body, while having a strong premonition that I will accomplish nothing in my life." Shimazaki Nobunaga raised his head slightly, revealing his salty and soft profile. Snowflakes were falling on the tips of his hair. He was a pure poet who was independent of the world.

"Didn't you say you would become a rising star this year?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was puzzled, "How come you have accomplished nothing?"

"He's just having his old habit again, reciting Yukio Mishima's sentences. Don't pay attention to him," said Yin Ze.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu knew that he was possessed, so he turned around and continued to rub his hands to keep them warm.

"It's a bit cold."

"Hehe, people who say they are cold can't really be cold, because if they are truly cold, they can't feel the cold." Shimazaki Nobunaga said mysteriously.

"Winter is the perfect time for him to get sick." Yin Ze looked at a snowflake melting into the ground and felt sad. "This gives me another reason to long for summer to come."

Men don’t like the ruthless and lonely winter, because they hate the inconvenience of shivering when taking a shower, and they don’t like the despair of risking their lives to get up in the morning.

On the contrary, summer is wonderful. There are bubbles of iced happy water, the comfort of flip-flops and forked pants, the summer vacation with longer vacations, and the short skirts and long white legs in the streets of Omotesando and Shibuya.

"Except for mosquitoes, summer will be better than winter," Yin Ze said confidently.

"Miaomao, who can represent the seasons, you?" As a social person with a poet's sentiment, Shimazaki Nobunaga is of course more fond of the white world where all things are lazy and indulged.

"...Shouldn't normal people like the pleasant spring weather?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu didn't want to be too rude, but he felt that these two friends were quite different from ordinary people.

"It should be here soon, right?" Shimazaki Nobunaga asked lazily.

"Yeah." Yin Ze looked at the message on his phone.

"What do you mean by 'hmm'?" Shimazaki Nobunaga frowned.

"It means 'hmm'." Yin Ze said lightly.

"Well, if someone doesn't know, they would think you are in love with me and have a quarrel. How dare you be so rampant in the New Year? I must teach you a lesson!" Shimazaki Nobunaga was constantly ignored and was angry. He was ready to take advantage of the power of heaven and earth to use his unique skill of many years, the Ice Palm, and stuff his cold hand into the other person's warm vest to teach him the beauty of the white winter!

Master Yin stepped on the Seven Stars, his body movements were picturesque, he dodged like a loach, walked onto the steps, and poured into the crowd. On the one hand, Shimazaki Nobunaga couldn't choose a target to activate the effect, and on the other hand, he stretched out his hand to greet people, making it easier for them to find him.

In the team below, a short-haired girl who was also wearing dark clothes seemed to have seen it and immediately trotted up the stairs.

"This is..." Shimazaki Nobunaga had to put away his Ice Palm and was hesitant to speak.

"Sakura Ayane-kun, our contemporary." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu introduced.

"I know." Shimazaki Nobunaga wanted to say that his question was not this, but something else.

The girl was standing next to someone, a little shorter than her. She was wearing a pure white scarf and had no makeup on her face except lipstick, which still left her with a hint of campus life.

Youth is the best makeup, a gorgeous dress that everyone deserves to have for a short time. When you put it on, all the bright sunshine will be eclipsed.

Of course, the most important thing at this moment is that she was wearing the same dark windbreaker as someone else, so at a glance, the picture of the two of them together was very harmonious.

This is what the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven cares about.

"Hello, I am Shimazaki Nobunaga." Shimazaki Nobunaga politely extended his hand to greet him. This was a test.

"Hello, hello. Sorry to have kept you waiting. I missed the bus." Sakura Ayane said apologetically. She wanted to shake hands.

"Be careful of his ice palm." Yin Ze was familiar with all the martial arts in the world, including stepping on toes and blowing snot, and he cleverly interrupted the handshake.

"Ah? Oh." Sakura Ayane was a little confused.

“Hmph…” The Demon King of the Sixth Heaven retracted his fake moves and snorted intriguingly.

"Sakura-kun, I haven't seen you for a while." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said with a smile, "Did you get your hair cut?"

"Ah, yes!" Sakura Ayane touched her short hair a little embarrassedly, ruffling it nervously, "Because I'm preparing for the exam, so in order to strengthen my confidence, I cut my hair to motivate myself."

"I see. Then you must work hard," Matsuoka Yoshitsugu encouraged, "Try to get into a good university."

"Thank you, I will definitely try my best."

Sakura Ayane nodded vigorously, then asked the tutor in a low voice with some concern.

"My hairstyle shouldn't be ugly, right? Is it suitable?"

"Aren't you cutting your hair to show your determination?" Yin Ze was surprised. "If you're not cutting your hair to change your look, why do you care whether it looks good after the cut?"

"…What's wrong with you giving me your evaluation?" the girl muttered.

"Yeah." The man uttered a simple interjection.

"What do you mean by 'hmm'?" The girl frowned.

"It means it's okay." Yin Ze said very honestly.

"In the past, when my mother was nagging me, even if I had other ideas in my mind, I knew it was useless to say them out loud, so I could only keep answering with 'hmm' and keep silent."

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said suddenly.

"Later, this was extended to subordinates saying 'yes' when faced with requests from their superiors."

"?"

"Oh, these are what he told me before. Since you look confused, I will explain them to you." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said casually.

"I shouldn't have persecuted you recently. How dare you retaliate against me?" Yin Ze's eyes widened. "Have you forgotten how we slept side by side last night?!"

Shimazaki Nobunaga had folded his hands, narrowed his eyes, and remained silent.

"Why are you here alone? Didn't your uncle and aunt say they would come too?" Yin Ze turned around and asked as if nothing had happened.

"Mom paid her respects to the gods on New Year's Eve. Dad got up and felt the temperature difference between the bed and the outside, then lay back down at the speed of light. He gave me a few coins and some pocket money and asked me to greet the gods for him." said Sakura Ayane.

"The senior is worthy of being a boss. He understands the truth of spending money to buy time. I am far inferior to him." Yin Ze sighed.

Four people joined the queue and arrived at the donation box soon after.

For a good man who grew up under the red flag, a former elementary school grade team leader wearing a red scarf, and a staunch materialist, Yin Ze was just going through the motions.

Although he had had some supernatural encounters while squatting in the toilet... he felt that this person should not be that capable.

He shook the rope casually, clasped his hands together, bowed, and then threw a coin in and was done.

Before throwing it, check if you have thrown it in the wrong place. Don't throw away the game coins you just collected from the Battle Night Arcade. I guess God doesn't play video games, right?

The two idiots and Sakura who were accompanying them were much more formal.