Tokyo Sound

Although the big foreign horse is convenient and you can also experience the feeling of Kamen Rider, but when it comes to going on a long outing, a large iron-clad car is better.

When you feel like slacking off one day, just rent a car, drive around, go to Otaru to see the snow, and soak in a hot spring. Your agent will be so far away that you can’t do anything about it. Isn’t that wonderful?

"What do you think of my car, junior?" asked the driver.

"I have money." The man said simply. This is the boss brand that beats AE86.

"It's just so-so. It's not new after driving for a long time." The driver said calmly, "When you get your driver's license, if you don't plan to buy a car in the near future, come to our house and drive this one first to keep up with your driving skills."

"That's not good. If it gets scratched, it won't be beautiful." Yin Ze said politely.

"Well, I see that you are not a reckless person," the driver said, "but let me make it clear that you are not allowed to park in front of those dance colleges. I will be angry if I find out."

"To be honest, I don't like Mercedes-Benz very much." Yin Ze shook his head.

"Oh? What do you like?"

"Santana, and the one with a square frame." The man gestured with a simple expression and bright eyes.

In the past, that car was the business card of the big boss, and the practice cars in driving schools were also of that kind. They were friendly to drive and could satisfy the shortcomings of childhood.

"That's great. My junior brother doesn't have a competitive spirit and knows how to be content. I am very happy." The driver said comfortingly.

"Just drive and don't talk nonsense. Can't you see Ayane is still studying?" Sakura Emori said dissatisfiedly.

The middle-aged driver opened his mouth, but still felt unsatisfied and stopped his enthusiastic understanding of the junior.

……

There was a light snow rain falling from the sky. A thin piece of snow fell on the back of Sakura Ayane's hand. When she looked down, it had already melted and was wandering in the texture of her skin.

The girl glanced around and saw candidates wrapped in scarves, wearing thick clothes and with serious expressions. There were also many parents who were accompanying them. Most of them were chatting in low voices, and their words were full of expectations and encouragement.

Sakura Ayane exhaled a puff of white air, became more and more nervous, and began to stamp her feet anxiously.

The old father was quite cheerful, talking happily while holding his wife's arm. At this time, he returned to his alma mater, with a youthful beauty, and showed his heroic qualities with great vigor.

What an old man who can't read the atmosphere. Other parents are hugging and cheering their children, but he looks like he is just going back home to go shopping.

Sakura Ayane looked at the boy next to her. Unlike her father, he looked deep and reliable.

He must have been remembering the day of the exam. To be honest, he had a bad relationship with his family, so he probably came alone to take the exam.

The poor student who was once excluded by the class group, bearing the pressure from family and the world alone, staying up late to study, wearing old clothes, standing alone in the middle of thousands of competitors, relying on a slender pen, keeping silent all the way, cutting through thorns and brambles. It must have been a difficult and torturous time.

The girl thought.

No wonder he showed such a worried expression. His mood at this moment probably returned to the past.

——The dean actually asked me to find this professor. Is he going to secretly assign me another S-level project?

When a man is in this realm of knowledge, he can feel the invisible gaze of the saints of literature and Taoism, and he feels heavy-hearted and uncomfortable all over.

"I'm standing in the same place where you stood a few years ago." Sakura Ayane suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Yin Ze came back to his senses and nodded, "That's good."

"Not at all... I'm so nervous now." Sakura Ayane pursed her lips and frowned slightly, "I'm really worried that my mind will go blank later."

"Haha, it's no big deal. Just take the exam again next year." Yin Ze, a player with a big heart, said so.

"I don't want to be a ronin." Sakura Ayane said immediately, then lowered her head.

Having said that, I am actually worried that even if I repeat the year, I may not be successful.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Dad and this guy both look relaxed... but this is after all the most difficult test on the road to academic advancement in the country.

It’s different. Both dad and he are excellent talents.

Just standing here, I have already tried my best.

"Legend has it that people in the Arctic are so cold that their words turn into ice and snow as soon as they open their mouths. The other party can't hear them, so they have to go home and slowly roast their words to listen." Yin Ze smiled, "So those scary words should be saved until the battle is over. Then we can sit on the carpet by the heater, drink hot tea, and I'll listen to you talk slowly."

Light snow flakes were dancing in the air, the cold wind was whistling, and layers of snow were piling up on the branches of the pine trees.

"It's a bit cold." Sakura Ayane blew air into her palms.

"Then why don't you wear more clothes inside?" Yin Ze asked casually.

"...What a low EQ remark. A real gentleman should take off his coat and put it on the woman at this time." Sakura Ayane said.

"You've watched too much TV." Yin Ze waved his hand. "It's not cold in the exam room. If it doesn't work, I'll buy you two heat packs."

"Forget it, my hands are just a little cold."

"Then you can put it in your pocket."

"My pockets are full of pens..."

Yin Ze looked at Sakura in shock as she took out a handful of stationery from her pocket with a slightly aggrieved look on her face.

One must be very worried to make such preparations for war. It is also self-consolation. If it were burning incense, I'm afraid the ashes could be used to build a wall.

The man finally had a clear understanding of the girl's turbulent mental state at the moment.

Sakura Ayane exposed her hands to the cold air, rubbed them again and again, and then tried to stretch her sleeves in an attempt to cover her hands. Her sleeves were stretched straight, and her clumsy look like a penguin really gave her the charm of a kindergarten classmate.

"I really can't do anything about you. I'll give you a pocket." Seeing this, Yin Ze kindly took his left hand out of his pocket.

"Ugh, so greasy." Sakura Ayane bared her teeth when she heard that.

“Don’t count it.” Yin Ze went back into his pocket.

The girl was quick-witted and quick-handed. She took a small step to close the distance between them and put her right hand into the boy's pocket. Her left hand was also ready to move, wanting to do something unjust to the other pocket.

"Leave one for me." Yin Ze said solemnly as if discussing business, "I finally managed to keep warm.

Sakura Ayane stood close to the boy, using the remaining warmth from him to warm her hands. She could see the boy's angular face when she raised her head slightly. She felt her cheeks getting slightly hot, and raised her head reluctantly and said, "Don't you still have pockets in your pants?"

"Unfortunately, there is no parking space left with my wallet, keys and a roll of copy paper stuck in there." Yin Ze thought of the project again and shook his head sadly.

The snowy wind was a little cold, ruffling the girl's hair, but Sakura Ayane, with her hands crammed in someone else's pockets to enjoy the warmth, obviously had no intention of tidying up her hair.

In the end, the kind-hearted tutor couldn't help but simply smooth the girl's hair.

Sakura Ayane didn't dodge or evade and let the boy do it. She felt her mood was being replaced by another kind of tension, and she didn't know whether it was good or bad for the next test.

Even your fingertips have a beautiful color.

"...What's in your pocket?" Sakura Ayane shook her hand.

"You can help yourself to the White Rabbit milk candy. You need to use your brain now, so it's a good idea to replenish your sugar intake first," Yin Ze suggested.

……

Sakura Eiji stood far away, trying hard to reduce his presence.

For a role model who has made his fortune from scratch, he has always shown his charm. When he has questions, he stands up and asks loudly, instead of sneaking around in the distance and pretending not to notice.

The old father looked at the young couple who were quite close to each other from afar, with mixed feelings.

Using the other person's pockets to warm your hands, this trick I have never used before!

It's really speechless!

"Hey, Zhisen, my hands are a little cold—"

"What does it have to do with me? You care more about style than warmth. You're only wearing a suit. Who are you trying to be cool for?"

It was a response that was almost as cold as the season.

"..."

Sakura Eiji looked up and carefully observed the falling snowflakes. He remembered a lesson he had learned from experience.

That is, the best age for love is between 16 and 21. Of course, there are individual differences, and it cannot be generalized, but if it is lower than this, it is inevitable that it will appear childish and make people laugh.

If you are over 21 or even over 30, you will definitely be entangled with practical problems.

If you are older, you will have more unnecessary ideas.

When he was young, Sakura Eiji was also obsessed with love. Chat software was not popular at that time, and all he sent were text messages and emails. Mobile phone storage was limited, and the mailbox was full. He was always hesitant and distressed, and he selectively deleted those messages that were relatively less affectionate.

So immersed and focused, so detached from the world, with the inertia of happiness.

If you don't speak, I will endure and fill my heart with your silence.

I must remain silent, like the night, keeping sleepless watch under the twinkling stars, patiently bending over and lowering my head.

The morning will come, the darkness will vanish, and your voice will break the sky and pour down in golden rivers. Then your words will become songs and fly in every one of my nests, and all your voices will bloom in all my jungles.

Is this Ayane's last experience in high school?

It really makes me happy.

Chapter 113 Dark Contract

"Give me two bags of crispy peanuts and a can of frozen pineapple beer." Someone walked up to the company's front desk lady with ease, lifted his bangs, and then put out a collector's edition CD of the most popular young man of the season. The bribe was open and aboveboard.

"Are you using this to test me, your sister?" Miss Zhenzhi, who was in charge of everything including the front desk, lobby, lounge area and snack area, immediately frowned her beautiful eyebrows and asked in a clean and upright tone.

"Add another calendar for the idol group." Someone added more chips.

"Haha." Miss Maori remained unmoved.

"Forgive my financial constraints... the best I can do is just smile." Someone tried to give a sincere smile.

Her face is like the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, her complexion is like the flowers in the early spring, her temples are as sharp as a knife, and her eyebrows are as black as ink. When she smiles, it seems that the whole world is bright.

"There's really nothing I can do about you. Go get your own food. We just changed the goods today." Miss Maori seemed to want to stick to her principles, but after hesitating for a long time, she said reluctantly.

Great goodness.

Yin Ze walked on the snow without leaving any traces, like geese plucking feathers and animals leaving their skins. Soon, he took a bunch of snacks and drinks, heated up a pot of coffee, and lay down on the familiar sofa. His phone automatically connected to WiFi, and he watched a movie first, and then brushed the materials for the activity map.

The steps are already templated.

Several young people from the office passed by, but they were not surprised by this handsome lazy guy. They were busy helping members to process documents and print materials, hoping to gain recognition and appreciation.

Kashiwa Ippei stood far away and witnessed with his own eyes the contradictory scene of desire sinking on the left and releasing light and heat on the right. He once again felt the fact that the world is divided. At this moment, he seemed to resonate with the wise men and philosophers in history books.

The agent lived a dreamlike life day and night, but was always waiting for a miracle to happen.

Kashiwa Ippei walked forward and sat down on the other side of the sofa with an unclear expression.

"Take it yourself. Don't be polite to me." Yin Ze raised his eyes slightly and said generously, then lowered his head to eat melon seeds and watch the movie.

"Didn't Maori say that she would give you targeted treatment? She also said that she would reduce your laziness? We can't let it go any longer?" Kashiwai Ippei folded his arms and puffed out his chest in a dignified manner.

"I got her a precious gift from her favorite boy band," Yin Ze said.

"You actually activated the blood compensation and paid the price of your life value?" Kashiwa Ippei raised his eyebrows.

"I can still distinguish between having a full meal and being full every meal." Yin Ze nodded. Hasn't he heard that one who can gain great benefits with small efforts is a true hero?

Humph, Kashiwa Ippei snorted softly, he is truly a profiteer and a real unscrupulous businessman.

But the smartest way to deal with the world is to turn a blind eye to the secular world and at the same time go along with it.

So the agent also grabbed some snacks and started eating and drinking, then opened his phone, went to N Station, clicked on the favorites, and opened the live video titled "Peerless Low Hand".

It is more than 20 minutes long, with content comparable to that of an episode of animation, ranging from RTS, FTG, FPS to chess, cards to minesweeper, and includes various Waterloo operations and defeats of a certain anchor. Both the editing and the soundtrack are a reflection of high technical strength and it is a top-notch work.

There is also a sister series called "Peerless Master", but that is a positive energy collection of the host defending against professional guys and various god-like moves. It's boring. It's all about the host performing and being flattered, but the agent doesn't like it very much.

Once again contributing to the playback volume of the "Low Hand" video, Kashiwa Ippei left a message of encouragement, hoping that the UP host named "The Generalissimo of the Three Armies of Dongwu" can produce more such precious works.

By the way, there is another "Longzhong Feilong" in the site, who is also tirelessly creating related videos, but they are all about cheering, live broadcasts/activities/broadcast slices. Everyone's inspiration comes from different areas.

"What are you looking at and laughing so happily?" Yin Ze couldn't help but ask.

“Something nice to look at.”

"Why, is it a promotional video for a new game?"

"That's about it. It's related to games." Kashiwai Ippei shook his head.

"Why don't you quote classics and make some fresh chicken soup for the soul today?" Yin Ze was curious.

"I gave up."

Unexpectedly, Kashiwa Ichiping was like sinking into water.

"Since persuasion is useless, I will give up the art of speaking."

He had once been a master of office wars in companies like Dentsu, had once been in izakaya seven times a night, and had once been valued by leaders for his versatility in dealing with people and winning high-quality resources. In the agent's mind, his skill in painting cakes was invincible, but now his rhetoric could not touch the dignity of the evil dragon in the slightest, but the agent would never admit that his words were useless.