Tokyo Sound

Yin Ze, oh Yin Ze, stop watching these twisted things! You were once a good man who ventured into the world with the courage of sex, alcohol, and justice! How could you fall into this kind of low-level sensual pleasure built on the weak? !

The man realized what was going on and immediately turned off the late-night recording. He then turned on a harem-themed anime series.

Paper people are beautiful, generous and charming. They are fictional artificial elves. Their mission is to please and soothe the audience's wounded and tired hearts, and they will never hurt anyone.

This is the truly harmless spiritual pillar!

Besides, as a voice actor, isn’t it normal for me to see these things?

Yin Ze lay on the floor, immersed in the light and textured female bodies in the postmodern pink flat painting style of Japanese Ukiyo-e, which is different from the Western Greek realism.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression seemed as if he was deeply contemplating the rigor of the origin of the universe. If it were a still screenshot, it could be named "Researching Acting.JPG".

At first glance, I didn't think there was anything unusual, but the closer I looked, the more amazed I was. Then I thought about the fact that I was in the same industry, and an immature, shy, little idea began to germinate.

I kind of want to be this kind of male protagonist - to be more precise, the male protagonist of a harem anime!

After watching the movie "A man went to Beijing alone to work hard and his landlord turned out to be a 17-year-old female high school student", he got up and moved around.

I was short of money before and had nothing to do, but now I have some money in my pocket and suddenly I feel a little bored and have nothing to do.

Originally, Takizawa Satoru didn't have many close friends. In addition, his family was broken and his relations with relatives were cold, so he rarely visited his relatives throughout the year.

Not to mention himself, he had just escaped the crisis of sleeping under the bridge and knew only a handful of people. He couldn't just go to school to find the bald Mediterranean director and the health teacher Xincun to play Landlord with that deck of otaku cards.

I boasted online, watched some ghost videos, browsed a few social networking platforms, and went to ArtStation [Note: a world-renowned artist website that brings together world-renowned designers, modelers and illustrators] to admire the tentacle monsters [Note: excellent painters] showing off their skills.

Damn it, he suspected that these people were time travelers. Even students could draw so amazingly, where was justice?

Thinking carefully, I haven't written for a long time. As the saying goes, hard work pays off, but acting doesn't. Even a novice should find the feeling. In order to encourage himself, he specially renamed Photoshop [Note: the only designated software that can turn photos into fake photos] to Steam [Note: a fat man with a sweet smile is looking at you.jpg], and he must deceive himself first before deceiving the world.

Plug in the board and open a blank canvas.

…and it’s over! All my brushes are gone!

Yin Ze bid farewell to the past with a sigh, chose a hard side, and worked hard without any effort.

With the Corridor of Life at your side, you no longer have to collect materials yourself laboriously. You can just use your brain to call up references and put them next to your eyes. You can even open multiple apps, with pictures on one side, TV series on that side, songs on that side, Guo Degang and Yu Qian performing crosstalk on that side, and Zhang Zhen reading ghost stories on that side.

It feels really good, but it consumes too much nutrients and will be drained out sooner or later.

After tinkering with it for an hour or two, the man stared at the canvas with a look of frustration.

Too bad... I must put rehabilitation training on the agenda, otherwise the Ten Thousand Swords Technique of Shilipu will be changed into the Yuhang Zhenqi Healing Technique [Note: Both "The Ten Thousand Swords Technique of Shilipu" and "The Yuhang Zhenqi Healing Technique" are derived from the first generation of The Legend of Sword and Fairy].

While lamenting that although they are all primates, some of them have the bloodline of the Old Ones [Note: a god in the Cthulhu mythology written by Lovecraft], my cell phone suddenly vibrated.

When he took it and took a look, it was not his agent who ordered him to run around Tokyo recording studios all day long, but Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, whom he hadn't seen for a while.

"Hey, Matsuoka, what's going on?"

"Takizawa, are you busy today?" asked Matsuoka Yoshitsugu. He seemed to be in the mall, with noisy background.

"No, I'm quite free."

"How about we have a meal together? Several of us from the same period are planning to go to Iwasawa's house to make dumplings together." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu asked.

"That's great. OK, OK. Send me the location later."

"Okay, I'll go buy the materials right away." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu hung up the phone happily.

Yin Ze threw the pen away and closed the picture without being bothered to save it.

I washed the dishes, got dressed, checked my wallet, keys, water, electricity and stove, and just as I was putting on my Adidas shoes at the door, I suddenly remembered something.

We are having a gathering at the same time. Do you want to invite someone else?

He flipped through the sparse address book on his cell phone and dialed a brand new phone number that he had entered only a few days ago.

After more than ten seconds of beeping, a sound that sounded unnatural was heard.

"Hey……?"

"it's me."

"I know, I know. What's the matter?" Sakura Ayane asked.

"Are you free? Do you want to come out and play?"

"..."

"..."

"Hello? Can you hear me?" Yin Ze waited for a few seconds and saw no response, so he asked again.

"I can hear you! So what - let's go out and play, right? It's just friends inviting each other out to play, right?!" the girl's voice was hurried.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, what's up with you today?"

"No! I've already finished my homework!"

"Oh, I'll give you the address later, and we'll meet there."

"it is good!"

beep.

Yin Ze scratched his head while looking at his phone.

She was so excited and happy to hear that she was going to play. She must be studying at home. Now she can ask for leave from her parents with a clear conscience.

Chapter 8: Kneading dough has its own secrets

Akihabara Electric Town has always been famous as a holy land of otaku culture.

The iconic advertising screens playing ACG content, the exaggerated and huge animation posters, the cat-eared and white-socked maids scattered around handing out flyers, and the constant flow of people together form a textbook-like modern and prosperous commercial street scene.

Although the interpersonal communication culture here emphasizes "neither you nor I will cause trouble to each other", street chatting is not uncommon, especially when young and beautiful women stand there bored for a long time, some men will volunteer to chat with them.

The pursuit of beauty is the nature of living things. The act of reproducing offspring is deeply imprinted in their genes. In order to leave better offspring, they will instinctively look for those who are strong, healthy and beautiful.

Of course, this is not always the case. After all, some species look similar. So male birds will attract females by building nests, which corresponds to buying houses in human society.

In such a bustling business district, although many passers-by are introverted otakus heading straight for the maid cafes, it is not uncommon to be approached.

Sakura Ayane happened to witness more than one incident...although she was an eyewitness.

First, a Shibuya-style black-dressed girl appeared, and left angrily after getting no response from her persistent pestering. Then, a young maid who worked part-time as a flyer approached under the pretext of selling. Finally, a fashionable older sister wearing sunglasses and holding a new luxury handbag of the season whispered something in the boy's ear - anyway, he could feel that the boy was obviously shaken.

Finally, this round of events ended with Sakura's brilliant appearance.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." Sakura Ayane said apologetically but meaningfully.

"It's okay, it won't be long." Yin Ze threw the business card that was still sprayed with perfume into the trash can. After all, he had just made a vow to stick to his principles in the morning, and it was so shameful to go back on his word immediately.

The girl doesn't care about these things. When making friends, of course one should be broad-minded.

"Have you decided what to do later?" Sakura Ayane cleared her throat and talked freely, "I'm fine with anything. If you want to watch a movie, there's a pretty good movie called "The Code", with a big budget and a big cast. If you want to read books or see exhibitions, go to the Hong Kong Coliseum. I'm fine with the video game arcade, but definitely not pachinko. Or do you want to go to a maid cafe and try the heart-shaped omelette rice? That's okay, I'm willing to accompany you to see the world."

"You are such a playful person." Yin Ze complained.

"What, what do you suggest?"

"Hey, I'll take you to dinner."

"?"

Twenty minutes later, Sakura Ayane fell silent as she watched Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, who had opened the door for them with a bowl of fresh pork sauce in his hand.

"Come on, please come in, please come in." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu enthusiastically stepped back to make way.

"Is it already wrapped?" Yin Ze stepped in.

"No, I'm still cutting the meat and seasoning it."

"Have Takizawa and the others arrived? Long time no see! Wow, Sakura-chan is still so cute~"

The small room with poor lighting was bustling with people. On the coffee table was a dough being kneaded, and in the kitchen there was the sound of chopping meat. Several colleagues who had met for the first time at the last company reception were all here. Matsuoka Yoshitsugu went back to the kitchen after opening the door. Iwasawa Toshiki, as the host, brought a large bottle of oolong tea and cups of water to entertain them. Yoshimura Haruka waved her flour-stained hands to greet them.

After Yin Ze changed his shoes and went in, the timid girl who followed him closely behind quietly poked his waist and complained, "What's going on? Why didn't you tell me there were so many people earlier?"

"We are all colleagues, and we are not drinking today. We are just here to cook and eat happily together." Yin Ze said proudly, "And by the way, I will let you taste my cooking skills!"

"You can cook too?" Sakura Ayane asked suspiciously.

"I am not talented. I have learned a dough kneading skill before, which is called 'White Snake Refining'. It is the secret of the White Case of the East Country!"

"When did this happen?"

“I just made it up.”

"..."

Sitting down with the high school girl, the girl changed from the lively attitude when she was with him to the formal and reserved etiquette mode of her daily business, and began a mechanical greeting.

"Boys have stronger hands, so I'll leave the kneading of the dough to you." Jiacun Yao retreated with relief.

"Well, leave it to me!"

After washing his hands, Yin Ze rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fair and tender arms. As the corridor of life opened, he casually played an episode of A Bite of China and followed the pastry master to pat and knead the dough.

To be honest, this imitation operation seems to be quite realistic. At least Sakura looked surprised at first, but after finding that the dough didn't seem to have changed, her expression gradually returned to normal.

It's not without merit, at least the action of sprinkling flour is becoming more and more chic.

"That's it?" the girl complained.

"What do you know? I have already injected my internal energy into every inch of it. This dough has been sublimated." Yin Ze snorted.

After wasting a few more minutes, the man's forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

"...Takizawa-kun's stamina isn't very good."

The two women gave him complicated and strange looks.

Yin Ze remained unmoved, his heart chilled.

I've been playing the Corridor of Life every day recently. I've been catching up on classic childhood TV dramas before going to bed. Not to mention taking breaks in cars and on the set. I've been singing one exciting song after another. Am I overloaded? - I'm exhausted?

"Let me do it." Haruka Kamura kindly wanted to take over again.

How could Yin Ze be willing to endure such tenderness? He held the dough tightly like a primary school student holding a toy and refused to let go. In the end, the beautiful big sister pried his fingers open little by little and took away the dough.

...What a great wrist strength. Yin Ze looked at the clear red and white fingerprints on his wrist, which reminded him of the diplomatic handshake master Modi. I didn't expect that Jiacun-san looked like a charismatic queen who was well-educated, sensible, and wise, but she was so pure inside.

Haruka Kasumura's movements were obviously much smoother and more skillful, and her kneading was more powerful. She also had enough time to chat, "Does Sakura-chan usually cook?"

"Me?" Sakura Ayane was stunned, and then her eyes wandered, "I will do it occasionally, especially when mom is not around."

"When did it happen?" Yin Ze said, "You just made it up like me..."

Before he could finish his words, the man was stepped on lightly and was forced to shut his mouth.

"That's great. I was quite lazy when I was your age. It was only after I became independent that I started to explore the world of the kitchen." Jiacun Yao said in a soft voice without any doubt.

“But you look very skilled.”

"Kneading dough isn't difficult, and it's fun. Do you want to try it, Sakura?"

"I'll forget it." The girl waved her hands quickly.

"Why hide your shortcomings? Just show off your skills gained from home cooking." Yin Ze said insidiously.

"I, I don't usually cook this dish." Sakura said with her head held high.

"That's it?" Yin Ze complained.

"What, what? Let me show you!" The girl glanced at her "good friend", her face slightly red, and she went to wash her hands.

Sakura Ayane recalled the techniques used by the two men before, and immediately launched a series of vigorous and powerful combos at them.

Yin Ze and Jiacun Yao watched quietly without saying a word.

"How about it? Better than you, right?" The girl snorted.

"Good technique." Yin Ze praised.

"Humph."

"This massage technique, which is at least of the gold-standard level, will be used on the chickens, ducks, and fish that are about to be put into the pot and slaughtered. It will surely calm their grief and resentment. Even the lifeless dough exudes serenity, from being hunted, sublimating to euthanasia, and then returning to the origin of the universe. I would like to call this a soul-calming ritual. Do you pray for the ingredients like this for every meal? Sakura-san, you are so gentle." Yin Ze sighed.

"It's indeed a very delicate technique." Jiacun Yao nodded.

Sakura Ayane remained expressionless and her movements began to get out of control.

"What are you doing? Why does it feel like you're pinching a human face?" Yin Ze, who is well-versed in artistic qualities, keenly noticed the changes in the dough.