Tokyo Sound

"It can also be the other way around. When you become strong enough, you can report to the agency and ask for a better agent. Not job-hopping, but firing the other party," Yin Ze suggested ambitiously.

"Is this what you think, senior?" Ohnishi Saori's face was solemn.

"It's just a thought. Alas, you and Matsuoka are both popular voice actors, so it's only natural for you to choose a bright future. But I can't abandon him." Yin Ze sighed, "Although his support for me is almost zero now, and he even stabbed me in the back, we met when we were still in humble positions, and our friendship is still there. Even Prime Minister Cao, who was gradually turning into a dragon, still regarded Chen Gongtai, his rival, as his white moonlight, didn't he? I really can't bear to see Brother Kashiwa Jing alone."

"Senior is so kind." Saori Ōnishi sighed.

"Xiaobailong finally said something sensible." A voice said behind the sofa, somewhat moved.

"You bastard, you finally came out of the toilet--" The tenderness on Yin Ze's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by ruthlessness and determination. He picked up the bread on the coffee table and made it into a dagger, ready to fight for his life.

"You were so affectionate just now, why did you change your expression now?" Kashiwa Ippei stepped back and shouted.

"Nothing special, just borrow your head." Yin Ze gritted his teeth.

"You just said I was your white moonlight!" Kashiwai Ippei showed sadness at the two-faced scumbag.

"Ha, if I must say, the moonlight should be Matsuoka, and Shimazaki Nobunaga-san can barely be considered a street lamp. As for you, it's okay. I can still recite Tagore's love poems while holding your severed head!"

What yandere?

Two grown men fell onto the sofa and wrestled with each other. The air was filled with the aura of masculine fighting and it was extremely intense.

"Oh no, I just heard that my good friend was reported for workplace conduct issues." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was worried, and hurried over to say, "Ohnishi, look... Hey? Are they here? You came back from the police station so soon? Why are the two of them hugging each other?"

"They are communicating with each other." Saori Ōnishi wanted to see the tragic battle over there, but she was a little shy and did not dare to look boldly. She said reservedly.

"Matsuoka, you came just in time." Kashiwa Ippei struggled to break free from someone's strong hand that was cracking his head, and threw the broken piece of bread into his mouth and ate it. "Hurry up and persuade your friend who is determined to fall into the dark path. He has really gone astray."

A few minutes later.

Re-dress.

"Misunderstandings aside, today the Kashiwayi clique has all met together. I suggest that we have a drink together to celebrate everyone's success in their careers." Kashiwayi Ippei said warmly, "Even though we are only a few of you now, we will definitely become even stronger in the future."

The agent held up a free cup of hot coffee.

But Onishi Saori and Matsuoka Yoshitsugu did not respond, mainly because they felt that it was a bit strange to have a hot pot party in such a public area. After all, not everyone can shamelessly occupy the sofa for days and eat and drink for free. Most voice actors are out on business, and only a few can stay in the agency all year round.

The agent frowned slightly when he saw that no one was moving.

"Didn't you hear what the boss said? Why are you just standing there? Come, let's raise our glasses and drink together." Yin Ze laughed and issued new orders.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu probably thought that with this guy around, other people's attention would not be drawn to him, so he raised the paper cup in response.

Saori Ōnishi had to follow closely behind.

But after everyone drank, the girl secretly realized that something was wrong and belatedly looked at the boss Kashiwai Ippei.

As expected, the broker had a complicated expression at this moment, as if he was in pain after failing in stock trading, and his face was as red and green as a traffic light... Speaking of which, when Emperor Xian of Han was in power, he was probably in the same state as now.

"I saw my senior approaching you to discuss the broadcasting matter earlier, but you haven't replied yet." Kashiwa Ippei said indifferently.

"Don't go."

"You said you won't go, so why don't you go?" Kashiwa Ippei said in a firm voice, "Nowadays, after an anime is aired, who doesn't have broadcasts and activities? It's ok to be a sidekick, but why do you want to run away as the main character? You do nothing after leaving the recording studio, don't do any promotional work, and all your account ads are reposts with no originality. You will definitely be abandoned by the industry in the future. You have no professionalism. Senior came to invite you personally this time. How dare you ignore it?"

"Then just go once." Yin Ze thought about it.

"?"

Are you letting it go now?

"Are you so afraid of meeting Miss Hayami?" Kashiwa Ippei was skeptical, as if he had discovered a new world. He quickly calculated whether this information could be used for his own benefit.

There are women that my brothers can't handle? So tricky? Matsuoka Yoshitsugu secretly remembered that he would be more careful when working with them in the future.

Chapter 115: Snow has colors

With the passing of the old and the welcoming of the new, Master Yin has aged another year. His physical age is now over 20, and his mental age is needless to say. Coupled with the burdens of the workplace, the years have gradually left vicissitudes on his breathtaking face.

Twenty years old was the year of coming of age, which was very symbolic. Even if a man borrowed the power of dry toilets to cross the barriers of the world dimension and was forced to live a second life, he would never be called a "young man" in the future. Alas, so it is said that in life, blooming is moving towards withering.

Hold on.

Having said that, Sakura-san is about to turn 20. In the blink of an eye, a few years will pass and she will graduate from university. By then, the title of "classmate" will be in name only, and you will have to politely address her as "Sakura-san".

Although the school exam results of the tutor's only student have not come out yet, it does not prevent the man from holding the original version of "History of the Persian Wars" in one hand and sighing about the waste of time in this world.

Youth is ultimately a bowl of Coke in a bamboo basket. After it is spilled all over the ground, it still leaves little bubbles of memories. Youth is also poison, because even if poison wine is spilled all over the ground, it will also leave little bubbles.

After posing on the sofa for a long time, the man still didn't wait for the main character. His hands were tired because the book was more than 200 pages. He had to switch to a relatively thin book "The Three Musketeers" and continued to frown and ponder like a university scholar, while pretending to be a scholar and observing the surroundings with his peripheral vision.

The newcomers who came to the office to show their faces and work as usual also noticed that someone was unusual, but they just discussed it in a low voice at most and did not dare to get close. They were not sure what the person was doing today. One of them was using the Internet for free, and instead of playing with his phone, he was reading classical masterpieces.

More than ten minutes later, a young female voice actor with a quiet temperament walked into the hall.

When Yin Ze saw his target appear, he immediately perked up. He first pretended to recite a line of high-level foreign poetry in pure Mandarin, "Rain hits the duckweed, making the red fish play; wind blows the dry grass, making the crickets tickle." This line may sound profound to others, and then he showed an expression of surprise and joy at meeting an old friend by chance.

"Isn't this a coincidence to see you earlier, Senior?——"

Hayami Saori glanced at the scholar sitting on the "throne" and said hesitantly, "How is this a coincidence? Didn't you say that we would leave the office together and go to the broadcasting studio?"

"It's still early, senior, you should take a rest first. It's a nice day today, why don't we discuss literature?" Yin Ze forced the topic to academic exchange and showed off a series of famous books he brought today.

"Why do you bring so many books?" Hayami Saori was stunned.

There were no snacks or drinks on the coffee table!

There are only piles of heavy books, many of which are in foreign languages, with official photos of famous writers. The masters have deep eyes and understand the suffering of society. The atmosphere of the strong men of literature is filled with the weight of humanistic knowledge. This is not a rest area in the corner, but a desk that only old scholars have. In the influence of wisdom, the ordinary coffee table also has a cultural and sophisticated atmosphere of red sandalwood furniture.

"I am a student from a prestigious university, and it is normal for me to delve into profound knowledge. My senior is also a talented woman. It would be a great story for us to exchange our experiences," Yin Ze invited warmly.

A few days ago, due to the treacherous operation of a despicable agent, a groundless rumor arose within the company.

Master Yin was used to being harmed by public opinion. Besides, he was not a gentleman and did not mind showing his ambition to be the king of the harem. However, he did not expect that the public's voice would become more and more outrageous. He was galloping on the path of homosexuality at a rapid speed. Some related production companies with high execution ability have sent formal invitations, saying that they are "willing to tailor-make a dark OVA", "you can choose any theme of the script to adjust your taste", "you have the final say on wrestling or gunfight", "the proceeds from the event will be split 50-50"...

The Tauren Chieftain was sweating profusely after reading it.

There is no one in the world who can understand true heart!

In order to kill this evil trend, Yin Ze recreated the scene, and this time, the key evidence was replaced by a masterpiece with great style and value. As I said just now, two talented people, in their spare time, discussing literature together, is a good story of famous scholars and talented women.

"There are so many, are you going to take them away later?" Hayami Saori looked at the copy of "Wuthering Heights" that was forced into her hand and felt a little at a loss.

"Why would you take it away? Of course you put it here."

Yin Ze said noblely, emitting the aura of a role model.

"I plan to turn this place into a 'narrow room of knowledge', where every tired office worker can come to find spiritual comfort and draw wisdom. Isn't this much more fulfilling than simply playing with a mobile phone? In the long run, my IM voice actors will surpass other peers in terms of ideological realm and become a benchmark in the industry."

"I remember that this area is under the jurisdiction of Ms. Maori at the front desk, right?" Hayami Saori asked, "Aren't you overstepping your authority by doing this?"

"Ms. Zhenzhi and I are very familiar with each other. After learning that I would pay for the textbooks, she expressed her approval of my idea and put forward eight key points, four guidelines, and five primary principles..." Yin Ze introduced fluently.

"Oh, but let's talk about this later. We have to hurry to the broadcasting room." Hayami Saori was a kind girl. Faced with the other party who held such a great and glorious power, she promised to come back for academic exchanges later.

"Wait a moment, there is a pen here, please pretend to write."

Yin Ze took out the props and started posing for photos skillfully.

Soon, there were photos of classmates studying hard and working together. They would be polished up with official language and sent to the company group. It would be a great story of two college students from prestigious universities admiring each other. The rumors would be self-defeating and it would also lay a good foundation for writing the second dimension paper later.

hum~

Hayami Saori, who does not play a role, is truly a kind and gentle person who will never refuse. She is a rare clear and conscientious person in this agency full of evil people.

After putting the books neatly in order, the two went out together.

The senior was even generous enough to hail a taxi on the roadside, which shows his family background.

Someone has been here for so long, but has only played a few games. Occasionally, he would ask his agent to reimburse his commuting expenses.

"I will learn a lot from you when I do the broadcast later." Hayami Saori said modestly while sitting on the left side of the back row.

"No, no, my senior entered the industry much earlier than me. He has handled all kinds of business and his experience is ten times more than mine. How dare I pretend to be his teacher?" Yin Ze said honestly as he sat on the right side of the back row.

"Being a radio broadcaster still depends on the person." Hayami Saori said firmly, "I didn't notice it before, but when I came back and someone reminded me, I realized that as long as you participated, the broadcast rate was very high. This is a debut without a failure. Don't be modest. Just give it your all later. I'll just help you with the chores. After all, I'm not very good at gags... verbal arts."

"Who reminded you?" Yin Ze frowned.

"Mr. Kashiwai, he also asked me to take the trouble to correct you, but I don't have such talent for languages..." Hayami Saori said embarrassedly.

Having said that, the man couldn't help but recall roughly, and found that the animation series broadcasts he had handled did perform well, and the best one even had a transcendent status among the top three in Silver Spring.

But behind the bright and beautiful figures, aren't there periods of unbearable suffering? This book is a publicity; it is used for?!

"Senior, you haven't heard it all, right?" Yin Ze felt a little uneasy.

"I've heard the classic ones." Hayami Saori nodded.

"What are the classic models?" Yin Ze was puzzled.

"There are many clips of your shows on N Station." Hayami Saori said sincerely, "The results are all very good. I also benefit from your true love for fans, who roughly know your style."

"My style?" Yin Ze was surprised, "What is that?"

"Of course it's the royal way that has been passed down in our firm." Hayami Saori said calmly.

But aren’t the words “comedian” just the four words that are about to come out and are left in the shadow of those words?

"As expected of a junior that Hikasa Yoko personally taught."

"..."

What a familiar scene.

She is both a guest and a female voice actor who is the host and is entrusted with an important task.

The historical scars on my heart began to ache.

But looking at the well-educated, reserved and well-mannered young lady in front of him, the man suddenly had a new idea.

"I've changed my route."

Yin Ze sighed deeply and lifted his hair, like a sentimental poet who took off his straw raincoat and let himself be swept away by the muddy current.

"Since you have done your homework and searched for me on N Station, you must know that apart from broadcasts and a few events, I have basically never accepted any interviews or appeared on stage, right? The reason is very simple. I am not a person who likes to stand in front of the stage. Or maybe I am a shy person by nature. The laughter in the slice is just a mask. It is a job requirement."

"Now that you think about it, it's true that you have been in this industry for quite some time, but you have done very little official-related work." Hayami Saori thought this was true.

Yin Ze turned his head to admire the street view and nodded deeply.

"In comparison, your daily live broadcast is the highlight, and some clips have even been featured on the website's homepage." Hayami Saori added.

"..."

"I think the subject matter of the animation broadcast may have limited you, because you can't give full play to the theme. On the other hand, live broadcast is an unlimited stage, where your talent is truly unleashed. Many of your sentences have been cited as templates, and netizens only need to change the subject at will." Hayami Saori said admiringly, clenched her hands into small fists, and said solemnly, "You have a keen sense of the Internet. In other words, you have unique insights into humanities. You are worthy of being the seventh in the third rank of Wensan, a man of great reputation who is rich in beauty and gorgeous clothes, and single-handedly suppresses the early Qing Dynasty."

"How do you know all this?!" Yin Ze turned around in shock and even forgot to call him senior.

"This is your canvassing introduction in the Campus Most Beautiful Face Contest. I've also heard about it at Waseda University." Hayami Saori said naturally.

The man was speechless again. He wanted to say that this had nothing to do with him and was just the dean's exaggerated operation after getting drunk.

"I drew a field at Tokyo University as a fighting arena, challenged all the heroes by myself, and mocked the great deeds of the world without beauty. Please don't tell others." Yin Ze bowed deeply and begged, humbly and sadly, "I, the white-gloved Rose Sword, really don't want to bear the grudges of the great masters anymore."

Even the driver in the driving seat couldn't help looking at the rearview mirror after hearing these defiant words.

"No, what if you don't contribute to the broadcasting?" Hayami Saori was stunned.

"?"

Yin Ze opened his eyes wide, his mind racing with disbelief.

"Senior, are you threatening me?!"

In this numb society full of material desires and filth, even the rare true love has flaws. It turns out that white snow can also be stained black!

"Why do you think so?" Hayami Saori comforted, "I said this just to get closer to you. I always felt that you were distant from me on the set. It's okay if you're just reciting lines, but broadcasting still requires some tacit understanding. Otherwise, the whole show is just business. Don't you think it's very mechanical and cold?"

"...If possible, I think mechanized coldness is better, just acting according to the situation, and there will be no involvement afterwards." Yin Ze said from the bottom of his heart.

"What? Did you have any disputes with your previous partner afterwards?" Hayami Saori answered naturally. Her expression was quite innocent and natural, without the vulgarity of a commoner digging into gossip.

"My Teen Romantic Comedy Is Wrong with Me, As I Expected is a little different from the usual daily shows. It has a light atmosphere of teenage sadness. Therefore, I think when doing a broadcast, we should also follow the atmosphere and not stand out."

Yin Ze said firmly.

"Nowadays, information spreads quickly, and young people like to think more and more, and they are getting more and more obsessed with trivial matters. I think they have a lot of troubles in their youth. My seniors and I are both intellectuals, and we have the hard conditions. If we still imitate those programs that only seek to be funny, it would be a pity. So why not move closer to the direction of the Troubles Information Center and stick to the atmosphere of the original work? What do you think, seniors?"

"I think it's okay." Hayami Saori nodded, "By the way, your subsequent entanglements..."

"As a host, how can you be so indecisive?" Yin Ze frowned and interrupted, "This first recording may determine the nature of subsequent recordings."