Tokyo Sound

"It's Takizawa's name." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu seemed even happier than he was. He opened his eyes wide and pointed at the TV series in surprise.

"And he's ranked third. Even though he's just a supporting role, he's still pretty impressive." Haruka Kamura clapped his hands.

Sakura Ayane coughed lightly, glanced at him a few times, and said congratulations in a mosquito-like voice.

"It's really impeccable." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu seemed to still be immersed in the afterglow of the performance, thinking silently, "The tone, dialogue, coordination, emotion and layering are all great..."

"It's a fierce debut battle, we should take advantage of this momentum and make the most of it!" Iwasawa Toshiki gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you very much." Yin Ze clasped his fists repeatedly, "But I am really happy to receive everyone's praise."

"I remember that you, Matsuoka, seemed to have already been to the set for the official recording, right?" asked Iwasawa Toshiki.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was slightly stunned, then waved his hand with his usual friendly smile on his face, "I guess so, but it's just a few simple words."

"That's good too. I've failed auditions so many times in a row." Haruka Kasumura encouraged, "By the way, where's Sakura-chan?"

"Me?" Sakura Ayane was mentioned and subconsciously glanced at the boy who was stuffing dumplings into his mouth. "Well... it was also an audition. I'm lucky to have a chance to perform."

"Everything is getting better. Maybe it will be hard to meet like this in the future as we get busier." Iwasawa Toshiki said with emotion, holding up the cup of oolong tea. "I hope everyone's work and studies go well. I'll also work hard!"

Cups clinked against each other amid laughter and joy.

"Hmm?" Sakura Ayane felt like she had chewed something strange and quickly spat it out into her palm. Upon closer inspection, she found that it was actually a hundred-yuan coin.

"The person blessed by the goddess of luck has appeared." Yin Ze smiled when he saw this, "Maybe something good will happen recently."

"Did you put this there secretly?" asked Sakura Ayane.

"correct."

"It hurts my teeth." The girl took a sip of water.

"I should have reminded you before." Yin Ze reached out to take back her coin, but the other party refused to give it back. She looked at her with confusion, "Give it back to me?"

"No, since I've eaten it, it's already mine. There's no point in asking for it back now that I've given it my blessing." Sakura Ayane sneered.

Yin Ze opened his mouth, but finally smiled and didn't pursue the matter, but he felt very wronged in his heart.

No way, sir, even a hundred-dollar coin needs to be minted?

"Everyone, eat more, there's still a lot left." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu called out.

“The taste is okay, although the packaging is not good, which affects the taste a bit.”

"You have to go through everything before you can do it better."

"The TV series I'm following is about to be updated. Can I change the channel?" asked Haruka Jiamura.

"As for voice actors, they should watch anime, right?" said Toshiki Iwasawa.

“I’m not interested in anime where I don’t appear.”

"You didn't appear in that TV show either."

"...There's no way a girl would like you like this."

The thin-skinned and large-filled DIY dumplings dinner ended in such a pleasant atmosphere. After cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen, Iwazawa Toshiki walked them several hundred meters before saying goodbye.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu and Yoshimura Haruka were taking the train in the same direction, so they waved goodbye and left together.

As for this side, after all, the little girl was called out by herself, and she was still underage, so Yin Ze had to escort her for a while. Every time at this time, he would miss the taxis in his hometown, which were cheap and fast, and the drivers were good at chatting and bragging.

The night sky tonight is very clear and transparent, without any thick dark clouds. The moonlight is bright, pouring down on the long road and spreading all over the ground. Tiny star clusters form long streams.

"Are you full?" Yin Ze asked for no reason.

"Not bad." Sakura Ayane was on his right side, walking with her hands behind her back, and said anxiously, "...my dad has been urging me to lose weight recently."

"That's really a long-term battle." Yin Ze stood in awe.

"You mean I'm fat?!" Sakura Ayane said unhappily.

Yin Ze turned his head and looked him up and down.

Feeling his gaze, the young girl looked a little awkward out of reserve, her face slightly flushed in the evening breeze.

"Objectively speaking, you're a little fat." Yin Ze's words replaced the girl's shyness with resentment. Seeing that she was about to be kicked again, she quickly ran a few steps away and said, "But considering your age, you're still childish, which is very healthy!"

"Die!"

The two of them chased and played like elementary school students during recess under the moonlight, grabbing each other's clothes and slapping each other's backs. They ran for two intersections before they stopped with their hands crossed, panting slightly.

Yin Ze leaned against the street light, looking at this overly lively "friend" who could be her sister.

"Still staring? Are you that fat?" Sakura Ayane glared at him half annoyed.

"No, I want to ask, do you feel uncomfortable tonight?" Yin Ze said softly.

"That's what I wanted to say. Why didn't you tell me in advance that we were having a party at the same time?" The girl pouted when she saw him bring it up.

"I'm just worried that if I really said that, you wouldn't want to come. You don't know how to handle this kind of crowded occasion, right?" Yin Ze said. He felt that the little girl and Matsuoka had some similarities.

In private, he is actually a passionate and positive person, but he becomes depressed in social situations.

"…It's nothing. We're all from the training center anyway, so we're not strangers. And if I have to say, I feel happier, especially for your debut work." When Sakura Ayane talked about Elredo, the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously when she thought of the reviews on the Internet.

"No matter what the reason is, as long as I can make the audience laugh, I have basically fulfilled my professional mission," Yin Ze said modestly.

"I haven't said I don't mind you hiding military intelligence." Sakura Ayane shook her hair boyishly and said lightly, "Remember to make it up to you next time. This is just a game between us friends."

"So what do you want to play?"

"…That's right. We don't know each other's interests yet. So-called friends are those who have similar interests and share happiness. Hey, what do you like? Playing games? I know how to play arcade games." Sakura Ayane said with a little pride.

"I didn't realize you could also play The King of Fighters [Note: SNK's fighting game series]?" Yin Ze immediately became more alert.

"Generally speaking, it must be Street Fighter [Note: Street Fighter refers to Capcom's fighting game Street Fighter series], right?" The girl shook her head.

"What about the ones that pass the levels? I like Metal Slug 3."

"It's obvious that the second generation is more fun, right?" the girl said with disdain.

"Super Mario, are you ok with that?"

"Ah, I prefer Mega Man [Note: Capcom's horizontal game series] and Sonic [Note: Sega's horizontal game series]."

“This doesn’t make sense at all!”

The two people stared at each other.

The train was not crowded at night. Looking at Matsuoka who was staring at the rapidly passing street scene outside the train, Yoshimura could not help but ask, "What's on your mind?"

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu came back to his senses and smiled sheepishly, "I was thinking about Takizawa-kun's performance today."

"Come to think of it, that was indeed a very mature performance. He didn't sound like a novice." Haruka Kamura said with admiration.

"Yeah... that's what a voice actor should be like." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu lowered his head slightly, hesitated for a few seconds and then continued, "My previous debut was to provide the voice for the screams of the fleeing crowd. How should I put it? I don't mind the amount of roles. It was the first time I saw my name on the list, and I was deeply moved."

"But I just dubbed those meaningless, messy shouts and waaaa. Even with such performances, I can leave a name and get paid."

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu paused, and the light from the window shone on his profile, outlining it.

"To be honest, I am a little scared, especially after seeing Takizawa-kun's performance today."

"You really are a serious guy."

Jiacun Yao looked at the person in front of him and thought for a while, then whispered, clenching his fist to cheer him up.

"But there's no point in worrying about gains and losses. As long as you don't miss any opportunity and do your best to release yourself without regrets every time, you won't have this worry anymore."

"makes sense."

A smile appeared on Matsuoka Yoshitsugu's thin face, and he silently looked at the bustling night view of Tokyo. He made up his mind again.

Yes, we need to work harder and be more attentive.

Full power——

Chapter 11: More work means more attention from leaders

As we all know, humans are extremely hypocritical creatures and they are best at disguising themselves.

When he was in elementary school, a sixth-grade strong man at the level of a team leader came to do a questionnaire survey on the taste of the cafeteria food. The man was only in the third grade that year, but he could already ignore the burnt tomato and egg shells. He put on a mask, gave a thumbs up, and said it was the most delicious food in the world.

Not only that, humans are also extremely fickle creatures. They are best at imagining and always thinking about what’s in the pot while eating what’s in the bowl.

When he was in middle school, the whole school held a sports meet. The man was young and ignorant that year. The girl he had a crush on participated in the sprint race. He waited at the finish line like Hachiko. While watching the race, he was intoxicated by the heroism and beauty of his favorite girl. But soon his eyes were attracted by the long legs on the next track. Because they were too white and long, he even missed the opportunity to support the girl and pass her water.

When humans have a bed, they will miss steamed buns. When they have steamed buns, they will want to have fun.

Now, with a high-level diploma and some free money, he certainly wants to go...

"So you mean you want to go to a nightclub and find a mama-san to introduce you to some pretty girls in school uniforms, short skirts and white socks who have fallen from grace, so you can drink and play flying chess together?" Kashiwa Ippei's voice sounded magnetic and deep on the phone.

"I just want to take a break. Please don't make it so ridiculous." Yin Ze was speechless. After a few seconds, he asked tentatively, "Is there really such a store?"

"Of course, and it's very safe."

"Only newbies would consider safety, we only care about whether it's formal or not." Yin Ze said disdainfully.

"Stop talking so much, the schedule is already set, go to work immediately." The agent said coldly.

“The working hours are too unstable.”

"You are still too superficial. You should know that work can be divided into easy and hard work. For this task, you only need to brag, and you can get money and gain popularity." Kashiwa Ippei persuaded, "Why not do it?"

"Is this day finally here?" Yin Ze said in a deep voice, "I'm about to become Guo Degang's dubbing actor."

"…I'm a radio guest," said Kashiwai Ippei.

"What do you mean?"

"Dark Reincarnation Fantasy is very popular now, so we must also keep up with the corresponding broadcasts, commentary sub-tracks, and various peripherals. Otherwise, how can the boss buy a villa? You are the guest of the first broadcast."

"But I'm just a supporting role who died in half an episode." Yin Ze was shocked.

"But the character is topical." Kashiwa Ippei hummed, "and this opportunity can slowly promote you as the person in the middle. Remember to be humorous, approachable, elegant in conversation, keep interactive, and be flexible..."

"It's just like a blind date."

"Yes, yes, yes, you should treat your audience like your lover and pamper them, especially accumulate female fans," the agent advised, "They are also very willing to spend money."

"Mr. Kashiwa Jing, you are too narrow-minded. I have always regarded Party A as my breadwinner. After all, you can dump your girlfriend when she is unreasonable and in a bad mood, but you must comply with your parents' demands. It seems that your awareness is far from deep enough." Yin Ze shook his head in disappointment.

"Then be both a mother and a girlfriend. It doesn't matter what you do. Just cheer up." Kashiwa Ippei said, "Go now. I've sent the address to your email."

"Oh, I have to squeeze into the car again." Yin Ze pretended to be worried.

"Take a taxi, I'll pay." Kashiwai Ippei said neatly.

"Finally I've waited for you, Master. You can drive now."

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In men's impression, radio carries a mottled and yellowed sense of the old times.

When he was young, he had a radio. He remembered being shocked when he first heard human voices from that small square box. From then on, he would tinker with it before going to bed, sometimes listening to the news, sometimes to family matters, and sometimes to the mystery of the wild man in Shennongjia.

As for the in-car radio, which can be regarded as a shadow of the past, it was very popular among drivers who drove at night or transported goods. During the lonely journey of hundreds of kilometers, with the stars above the head, cigarettes in mouths, and the accelerator under the feet, the host thousands of miles away whispered and played music in the closed car. This was a different kind of company and entertainment.

But when television became popular and the internet and smartphones arrived, the broadcasting industry began to fail.

People can play games, watch variety shows, and listen to music online to relieve their depression before going to bed. Drivers also use social software to brag, and the more ambitious ones are busy grabbing orders and making money. Who would listen to Teacher Xiaomei reading readers' letters and chatting about the annoying mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship that is commonplace?

Before we know it, we have witnessed the aging and even death of some things.

Japan's broadcasting industry has also been hit by the Internet and smartphones, but overall it remains colorful.

As for voice actors doing radio programs, it is not a rare thing. Firstly, it is a suitable profession for them. Secondly, it is a source of income and a good opportunity for exposure.

For the audience, this is a good opportunity to get in touch with the people who play their favorite characters. With the appearance of a two-dimensional world, the jokes and gags are less earthy than in reality.

But Yin Ze was a little unsure.

He is a typical man of the wind.

To be specific, you can smile brightly when communicating, but when it comes to posing for photos, you won't smile... The same goes for chatting. You can say a lot of dirty words in private, but when you sit in the studio, with the staff outside the glass wall watching you covetously, and when you think that thousands of people may be listening at this very second, you feel a little restrained. It would be even worse if you say something inappropriate.

So the man decided to keep the setting of "normal person" throughout, just like a professional Texas Hold'em player, firmly controlling his words and actions.

He has never thought about becoming famous by doing something out of the ordinary. Deep down, he thinks that since it is a job behind the scenes, he might as well serve behind the scenes.

While thinking, I arrived at the workplace.

I forgot to ask before, I wonder which colleague will be the host of the broadcast.