Tokyo Sound

"What exactly is your youth...?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was embarrassed.

"It's sleeping, playing games, and paying attention to the timing of entering the factory." Yin Ze concluded with a vicissitudes of life.

"Didn't you get into a good university?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu thought that this was an act of imitating comedians, so he complained.

"That's already DLC, another story." Yin Ze sighed and waved his hand.

"Well, that's also on display. Please take a seat again." Minase Inori said with effort, "You two are really handsome. I'm sure many classmates must have asked for your buttons when you graduated, right?"

"There is no such thing." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu replied immediately.

"This custom does not exist." Yin Ze replied immediately.

"Oh, so that's why... no one likes it." Minase Qi said in a daze.

"?"

"That's not what I meant. I just think that people as interesting as you two must have extraordinary campus lives." Minase Inori sat down with the guests, "Let's ask some more questions. After all, there was no such opportunity on the set... I didn't talk to Mr. Matsuoka at all. I just sat nearby from a distance, and there was a basic sense of 'he's over there'."

"Yes." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was very frugal with his words.

“So it’s fun to be able to communicate like this.”

"Yes."

"Matsuoka-san probably wants to talk too, right?"

"Uh, huh?"

"How about you start a topic now?" suggested Minase Qi.

"I, let me think about it..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu pursed his lips and began to think seriously.

Seeing this, Yin Ze couldn't help but want to give him some advice. After all, opportunities were rare, and it was great to let his good brother get some training.

Ding~DingDing~~

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

"Oh, no, it's time?" Minase Qi looked at the process book in surprise, "Time has passed so quickly, it's over. Forget it, I've said so much, it's great."

"Is that enough? Can't we extend the class?" Yin Ze stood up bravely.

"That's enough."

"..."

Onishi's friend has some similarities with his younger senior.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, who was thinking hard, looked at the host who was making quick decisions and showed a hint of appreciation.

"Boss, boss, it's time to pay the bill, boss." Sakura Ayane also stood up.

As the bell rang to signal the end of the segment, the staff trotted onto the stage and steadily carried away the tables and chairs needed for the scene to clear the venue.

"Mr. Matsuoka, what do you think of coffee?" asked Sakura Ayane.

"It's basically perfect." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said kindly.

"Thank you, that's so gentle." Minase Qi was a little surprised and bowed slightly.

"Well, from a system perspective, I feel like Minase-san and I are from the same system," Matsuoka Yoshitsugu added.

"Ah, is this true or not...?" Minase Qi inadvertently took two steps back.

"Isn't it? Is it my illusion?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu also noticed the other party's little action.

"She looks like she's trying desperately to deny it." Yin Ze coughed lightly.

"Do I look like you?" Minase Qi asked cautiously.

"That, that's it, the rhythm of the conversation, the way of thinking, you know." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu hinted.

"The rhythm is quite unique. Is there a sense of synchronization?" Minase Qi asked with understanding.

"Yes, yes." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu nodded repeatedly.

"So are you on the left or the right?" asked Minase Qi.

"I'm on the right."

“Then I’m on the left.”

"Oh..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu scratched his hair hesitantly.

What do you mean by different models in the same series? Is this the language of the gods? Why can I understand every word but not what you are saying?

For the first time, Master Yin felt that he gradually lost understanding of his brothers.

The tutor and the student looked at each other and hugged the guest and the host respectively.

"Thank you again to the two special guests for coming." Sakura Ayane said first.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Thank you for your hospitality."

As the light dimmed, the male guests, who were already dressed in black, disappeared into the shadows.

What happens next has nothing to do with them, because what follows is a girl group singing anime songs live, which can be said to be a small live performance.

"I didn't expect that Hidaka-senpai and Sakura-san actually rehearsed the singing in advance, and even had a simple dance to go with it." Yin Ze folded his arms, leaning against the wall of the backstage passage, looking cool, "Then you must perform well, I will be here to cheer for you."

"Oh, I suddenly feel disgusted." Hidaka Rina covered her chest and stepped back.

"Hehe, when I think about the fact that in addition to the photos, there will be an extra video in my phone about you, I am so happy." Yin Ze took out his phone in a despicable manner and smiled evilly.

"Backstage secret filming?" Hidaka Rina gave her a disdainful look, "You're violating the rules."

"Oh, you're shy." Yin Ze said with interest, "It's useless to stop me here, because this event will definitely be produced as a BD. Hehe, I'll buy a copy and watch it when the time comes."

"Tsk." Hidaka Rina tried her best to resist, "Whenever you start singing and dancing, I'll do the same thing."

"Haha, have you ever heard that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall?" Yin Ze smiled and said, "I am not one of those characters in horror movies who seeks death. How could I leave such a handle?"

"I'd like to see how long you can keep this slack." Hidaka Rina gently pushed someone's chest, snorted, and walked away.

"If I don't sing well later, you're not allowed to laugh at me after we come down." Sakura Ayane said beside her, as if she was in a bad mood.

"How could that be? Would I do something like that?" Yin Ze said righteously, "On the contrary, I will give you great praise. I will cheer for you in the background!"

"That's not necessary..." Sakura Ayane said softly, "Just be a normal audience, no laughing or complimenting, do you hear me?"

After finishing, Sakura-san also pushed someone.

Damn it, I have to bow to morality and principles and cannot fight back against this aggression.

Yin Ze rubbed his chest and thought to himself.

"Holding a live show, I'm so envious." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu suddenly said, with a hint of aftertaste in his eyes.

"Do you have a dream of becoming a musician?" Yin Ze was curious.

"No, we recorded a song before, for The Idol King 2," said Matsuoka Yoshitsugu. "At that time, I always thought that I would be able to participate in activities. I was very nervous at that time. I wondered every day whether I should practice privately. My character can do backflips, so I even went to ask a parkour teacher to learn it."

"That's not necessary..." Yin Ze thought for a moment, "But there's no point in saying this, it's all over now."

"Yeah, it doesn't look like the official has restarted yet." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said, "But sometimes I think that there should still be a chance for us to perform together."

"You're not the kind of person who likes to perform on a big stage, right?" Yin Ze asked.

"Yeah. But Odamaru Taichi is the first character with a name in my career." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu smiled, "Plus my teammates are you and Shimazaki Nobunaga... I suddenly don't feel so resistant. I came to Tokyo to be a voice actor because I wanted to live without regrets and experience more things."

"pretty good."

Yin Ze said this, and then he heard the music playing outside in the small passage backstage.

It's true that everyone is moving forward step by step.

From backstage to the spotlight.

Maybe one day I will do this.

Chapter 110: The Passing of a Peerless Master

"Welcome to the online meeting of "Last Fist 5". After this event, the game will be available for login. I believe that fighters all over the world can't wait to play. Before the new round of battle begins, please allow me to introduce the highlights of the new series to everyone——!"

A man in a suit and tie, exuding a successful demeanor, walked onto the stage, leaned against the wide screen, and began his lecture in high spirits.

“This game uses the latest Void 4 engine, the latest 3D graphics technology, and full 3D graphics to reproduce the emotions brought by the entire series in a more gorgeous way, making the battle experience more shocking! In short, it is very cool~”

The man's fist is clenched in the air, showing his confidence.

“We also made some minor modifications to the gas bar system. Compared to the previous game, the battle rhythm of this game is more diverse. You can suppress the enemy with gorgeous combos, or you can be patient and wait for the right opportunity to decide the outcome with one move. The moves of each character have also been expanded, with many possibilities, which is quite cool.”

“We have designed the online function in a more detailed way. Now you can compete with fighters from all over the world. We have also added many entertainment modes to choose from. In addition, there is a complete human-computer battle mode. Each character has his own campaign level and plot. Even if players cannot connect to the Internet for special reasons, they can still fully enjoy the charm of the game and the series. But no matter what, Yunxiao King is still at the top. Practice hard and reach the top!”

The man's tone was excited.

“The plot of this work is a continuation of the previous one, and the official comic is being serialized. It is updated every Friday, so don’t miss it.”

“The first version of the game has 16 controllable characters, and more will be added later. Each character has its own characteristics. Each character can be upgraded by accumulating proficiency, earning game coins, and unlocking kinetic gems, changing special effects and recording your data!”

"We have also adopted the latest mobile phone tokens to ensure account security." The man added humorously, "Everyone has a mobile phone, right?"

"In addition, the official has previously released a warm-up CG, and now we will announce its full version——"

The man waved his hand, the lights in the venue dimmed, and the big screen lit up immediately.

"Once again, I had the same dream, alone in the dark surrounded by the sounds of death."

An old, low and hoarse voice narrated slowly.

Deep in the corrupted purgatory, undead spirits in non-human form were howling and crawling towards the gray-robed old man who stood firm, drowning the old man with blood, flesh and curses.

"How foolish! When I stared at death and turned my back on it, you lost your only chance."

The BGM changes from gentle to intense.

"I live to fight, and as long as my blood is boiling and flowing, I will not surrender and will not be defeated by you, a mere rotting corpse!"

The old but resolute voice said forcefully.

The cold blue fighting spirit burst out powerfully, enveloping the old man. The skinny undead were overturned and exploded under the violent impact, and their obsession with revenge turned to ashes.

The old man in gray slowly opened his eyes and woke up from the dream. He looked at the Fist Demon with long, wild red hair who was coming straight towards him like a devil.

The old man's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he suddenly covered his mouth with his hands. He wiped the blood foam coughed out from his palm carelessly, and then once again, he put on the I-ryu boxing stance that had been deeply rooted in his soul and bones, and finally revealed a satisfied and happy smile.

"Now it's time for me to return to my battle with death, the only reason I'm still alive..."

The oncoming Fist Demon roared, and the murderous aura wrapped around his body was as hot as molten gold. Countless darkness was released, covering the entire world.

The old man who was laughing wildly also waved his hands, and the sky and earth lost their color, leaving only the grayness of embers.

There was no exchange of words between the two sides, they just used their strongest moves at the same time.

Black and white finally collided violently, and the BGM reached its peak rhythm at this time.

The scene stopped abruptly.

In the end, all that was left was a stop-motion animation of an old man slowly closing his eyes.

The venue was re-lit.

"This fateful battle that spans generations has finally come to an end today..." The planner of the press conference was still talking.

But the man had already closed the webpage showing the action scene, and he simply clicked the X in the upper right corner to close it.

The live broadcast screen then switched back to the ordinary computer desktop, with the classic blue sky and grassland slope. However, after a long time, there was no movement on the desktop, and even the mouse cursor did not move a bit on the desktop.

Time seemed to have stood still.

Only the sighs filled with disbelief, betrayal, despair and sadness convinced many viewers that the video was not frozen because of a network failure.

A string of question marks flashed across the live broadcast room.

"??"

"It's okay, it's okay, I have no shortage of roles I'm good at."

After a long silence, the man finally spoke, his words were insincere, but he spoke optimistically and calmly.

"Fortunately, Lao Yuan got what he wanted and died as a warrior, otherwise who knows what would have happened to him. The plot is getting more and more free now, and this is the best ending. As the player who understands you best on the server, let me say take care and goodbye."

The man paused and seemed to be choking.

"Goodbye, will we meet again? Old Yuan, please be happy when we meet again, you must continue to study martial arts, you must always be strong and persistent. Old Yuan, you must be happy, you must be happy... happy, happy! We will never be able to fight side by side again in the future, it doesn't matter, you must be happy!"