Tokyo Sound

Yin Ze looked at the snow-white plate in his hand, then looked at the dirty plate in the girl's hand, which was a mess and covered with all kinds of solidified pigments, and he couldn't help but be moved.

"...I've heard from an expert that a strong person with a sharp personal style will not wash the color palette. With day after day of practice, the colors on the color palette will become thicker and thicker, and eventually become an accumulation of experience, a medal, and a unique personal property." Yin Ze felt like he was stabbed in the back, his expression was painful, and he said slowly, "I didn't expect that you had forged such a dangerous Taoist weapon in private. What did I do wrong to make you use such a killing move, to eat people and to see blood?"

"See blood? What kind of Shura field is that? How can it be so fierce?" Xiang Yijun became even more excited when he heard it.

"I just took it out of the storage room the day before yesterday and found it too difficult to wash, so I just made do with it." Taneda Risa turned the palette over and used the clean back to mix the colors. She asked blankly, "What's that term? I'm an art student in a professional academy and have never heard of the term 'Daoqi'..."

"Dark Fusion is a master-level technique that is certainly not something that an ordinary art student passing by can easily learn." Yin Ze breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought it was a trick to kill the dragon, but it turned out to be just a false alarm."

"It seems that once you get involved in painting, you always get dizzy and become easily irritating." Risa Taneda smiled, dipped her brush in a lump of white paint, and walked towards someone, as if she was about to launch an enchanted attack.

Someone immediately begged for mercy and surrendered.

"White is still too conservative. Big sister, you should use khaki." Xiang Yijun clenched his fist, cheered passionately, and provided tactics.

"What are you talking about?" Qingchun said reproachfully.

"Why don't you say that dissolving the paint in water and launching a liquid attack will make it even more irresistible?" Yin Ze added unhappily.

"I never thought that even when it comes to being despicable, I'm not as good as my uncle..." Shoichi was hit doubly and muttered to himself in a daze.

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"Okay, okay, everyone take out your stools and watch the two teachers paint." Mr. Matsuzaki smiled and clapped his hands.

In the hot summer, today is a rare cool day.

Under the cloudless sky, the boys and girls watched the man's extraordinary brushstrokes.

The two paintings, as well as photos of the two artists and others, will also remain in the small welfare home.

This rest day is very meaningful.

Risa Taneda thought earnestly.

Chapter 159: Jun Guanya

The man in white robe was riding his horse when two generals suddenly shouted from behind: "Artist, stop running!" Two more generals appeared in front of him, blocking his way with two kinds of weapons. The one behind was Yoshimoto Mihiko, and the one in front was Souma Masaharu, both of whom were strong men under Yoshida Producer.

The white-robed man fought four generals, and the list came together. He then pulled out a digital pen and chopped wildly. Where his hand rose, his armor was flattened, and blood gushed out like a fountain. He defeated the old manuscript and went straight to the death line. But the producer was in the boss chair, looking at the unstoppable power, and asked his left and right who it was.

A roar broke through the sky.

"I am IM Little White Dragon—!"

The producer praised him highly, saying, "He is a real tiger general! I will collect him. Pass the order, no cold arrows can be shot, only capture him alive."

The white-robed man charged forward and immediately broke through the encirclement. He had already left the Third Development Division, his robes stained with blood. He rode the black-gold motorcycle across the bridge and traveled more than 20 miles. He saw the agent resting under a tree. Little White Dragon got off the motorcycle and fell to the ground crying. The agent also cried.

Xiao Bailong panted and said, "My crime is worth a thousand deaths! I was able to escape the encirclement with my Omega in my arms. Thanks to the great blessing of my lord, I was lucky to escape. I was spinning the needle in my arms just now, but it didn't work for a while. It must be that it can't be saved." He took it and saw that it was just temporarily out of order. Xiao Bailong said happily, "Fortunately, the famous watch is fine!" He handed it to his agent with both hands. The agent took it, threw it to the ground and said, "I almost lost a general for this broken Omega Speedmaster!"

Xiao Bailong hurriedly picked up the watch from the ground, feeling overwhelmed, he wept and said, "Even if I die, I cannot repay you!"

The agent won the hearts of the dragon clan with his virtue and completely gained their loyalty. They were immediately overjoyed and couldn't help themselves.

The agent put his hands on his waist, held the reins and laughed, "Who in the world dares to fight me? Who in the world dares to fight me? Who dares to fight me!"

Before he could finish his words, a man behind him responded sternly, "I dare!"

The blade falls with a wave of his hand.

……

"Ah——!" Kashiwa Ippei suddenly shuddered and struggled to wake up from the sofa. He turned around and looked around. He found that everything in the office was normal, and the coffee table was filled with various foods and drinks. He quickly touched his head, "Is my head there?!"

"Why is he so sleepy during his nap?" Yin Ze was holding his mobile phone on another sofa, extremely confused.

"You actually killed your master!" Kashiwai Ippei was still a little confused, pointing his finger miserably and questioning.

"How can you slander someone's innocence for no reason?" Yin Ze was stunned. "I am a loyal and righteous man, how could I do such a shameless thing?"

"Then who was the one who attacked me?" Kashiwa Ippei's rare dream was shattered. He turned around with hatred and saw the fat cat kept in the company staring at him innocently, with its claws hanging in the air, trying to scratch but unable to. Finally, it jumped off the sofa and disappeared without a trace.

After all, it is public property and a decompression life form used by the emperor. After repeated considerations, the agent gave up the idea of ​​revenge and leaned against the cushion, wanting to recall the happy scene of someone swearing allegiance while the memory was still fresh.

After a while, Kashiwa Ippei suddenly sat up straight, took off the high-end imitation Rolex on his left hand, and gently threw it to the ground. He had a Zen-like attitude of "a willing person takes the bait", and also showed a hopeful expression.

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Yin Ze frowned, but the righteous heroic spirit residing in his body was triggered first. Following the principle of not littering, he reached out to pick up the watch and put it on the table, then continued playing with his phone.

Kashiwa Ichi waited calmly for a long time, and found that there was no follow-up, so he gently threw his watch to the ground and showed an eager expression again.

Sure enough, the little white dragon finally spoke.

"Are you sick?" the man asked directly without mercy, just like a harsh and strict father treating a naughty child.

The agent was silent for a few seconds and put the watch back on his left wrist.

If I had known this would be the case, life would be like an empty dream, with only the laws of nature to follow.

The two returned to their old way of getting along. They weren't respectful to each other, but they really didn't care about each other.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing round-frame glasses walked to the side of the banquet tea table, put his hands behind his back and looked at the agent, then turned to look at the voice actor. He wanted to speak, but because of the pile of food and drinks on the table, he seemed embarrassed and unable to speak.

"You're welcome. Just take whatever you want to eat." Although he didn't know him at all, Master Yin still greeted him cheerfully and was exceptionally kind.

"This is Mr. Masao Eda." Kashiwai Ippei suggested hesitantly.

"Oh?" Master Yin paused for a moment, and realized that he seemed to have seen this name somewhere before, but he didn't know him, so he just kept smiling warmly, "Is that so? You're welcome, take whatever you want?"

"...Mr. Masao Eda is the president of our company." Kashiwai Ippei added quietly.

Master Yin paused a little longer this time. He put away his phone, stood up and spoke solemnly, "President, you have worked hard every day. Please help yourself. This is the cream biscuit that I personally recommend the most."

This perfect all-purpose rhetoric made the president himself completely helpless.

"I really envy young people's appetite. Everything they eat tastes delicious. Unlike me, I have a stomach problem that is becoming increasingly difficult to regulate." Masao Eda reluctantly added the words, trying to keep the situation under control.

"Yeah, Brother Bai Jing said that before..." Faced with this shocking change, the man was thinking a lot in his mind, and he smiled slightly and was about to lay the groundwork.

"President, is there anything I can do for you?" the agent interrupted directly. He was such a veteran that being caught slacking off and eating and drinking by the top leader was a common pitfall in the workplace. He knew at first glance that someone was planning to perform a binding ceremony and insert himself into the topic in order to share the gaze and harm from the leader and increase his ability to resist risks.

God knows how this guy, who is so young, got such profound attainments in the sixth realm of office slaves. He can even use dark office combat techniques like soul chains with ease. It's too weird.

"I have something to talk to you about, but you're not at your workstation, so... Anyway, please come with me first." Masao Eda said to Ippei Kashiwai.

"Ok."

Looking at the desolate backs of the agent and the president as they left, Master Yin felt a sense of pity.

After all, the nature of the leader's "Come with me to the president's office" and the middle school teacher's "Come with me to the office" are basically the same, and there is a sense of sadness of rushing to the execution ground of Miaomiao House.

About twenty minutes later, the time of one episode of animation, the agent returned to the rest area. He was surprised to find that someone had respectfully handed him a bottle of calcium milk with a straw inserted?

"I never thought that you and I would go our separate ways before we could accomplish our mission. Perhaps this is God's will." Yin Ze said emotionally, "But I will always remember your kindness. After drinking this bottle of calcium milk, you and I will no longer be colleagues, but I will still send you greetings during holidays."

"Nielong, do you think I'm fired?!" Kashiwa Ippei was shocked and angry.

"What else?" Yin Ze was puzzled. "We were eating and drinking like this, but you were the only one being interrogated. After thinking about it, it should be because my professional ability is too strong and my merits outweigh my faults, so nothing happened. And as an agent, you did not fulfill your guidance obligations, so you were removed. Alas, I don't know, will the new agent be a queen who likes harem animation?"

"The president asked me to go there purely to ask about your development." Kashiwa Ippei was speechless. "You are no longer an unknown person. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are the most popular person among your peers. You should deal with specific targets according to specific operations. For example, your Twitter account has so many fans. Logically speaking, it should be managed by the team. For example, since you have participated in a movie, should you get involved in operating film and television resources..."

"My account is not something that an ordinary team can control." Yin Ze shook his head, "As for film and television resources, you should not have forgotten our agreement, right? Let me make it clear first, I will not participate in any love-related themes."

"Of course." Kashiwa Ippei said sternly, "Don't worry, although I am positioned as a manager, I am the most independent manager in the company. Even the president will not interfere with my operation methods. You will not be forced to make announcements in the future. Everything will go on as usual."

"You also know how to operate it?" Yin Ze was surprised.

"What do you mean?" Kashiwa Ippei asked angrily.

"Nothing, just a little curious."

"In fact, operation is just a reasonable way to use the profits." Kashiwa Ippei talked freely, "Just like the numerous young idols nowadays, if they are directly commercialized, they may be suspected of employing child labor. So they just need to gather the minors together to form a trainee team of XX Youth Group, and give them a symbolic amount of money every month in the name of subsidies."

"Then after entering, they tried their best to claim that they were also victims." Yin Ze sighed.

"You seem to know it very well too?" Kashiwa Ippei asked curiously.

"...But why are you the freest? Are you the president's brother-in-law?" Yin Ze frowned and guessed, otherwise it would be difficult to understand.

"I was once Dentsu's outstanding employee of the year and the head of the advertising department. I was once the liaison between Fuji TV and TBS. Countless idol groups and comedians sought my help. My network of contacts is even more extensive. Three phone calls can be transferred to the personnel of various companies. It was my friend in Warner who informed me of "Ronin Kenshin". President Eda is an old acquaintance of mine, so you understand what I mean." Kashiwai Ippei stroked his stubble proudly.

"That's awesome! Can you please give Toei [Note: Tokyo Eiga, one of Japan's top film companies] a call right away?" Yin Ze urged.

"Well, if I were still working, this would be a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. But now that I've resigned, I don't have a big platform to back me up, and I can't take advantage of it..." Kashiwa Ippei trailed off, and then hurriedly said, "But don't worry, in terms of film and television resources, no one in the entire company can compare to me. President Eda knows my abilities, so he lets me give full play to them."

"Then why did you leave your job?"

Yin Ze said with regret and confusion that he had been concerned about this matter for a long time.

"If you can really be named the annual outstanding employee in a big company like Dentsu, it means that you are appreciated and capable. There is really no reason for you to run away."

What's more, it's a voice actor's agent who is carrying a bucket.

Although I don’t want to be too rude, being a voice actor agent may have the lowest threshold... Voice actors still have to go to a training school after all.

Unexpectedly, Kashiwai Ippei did not continue to brag while avoiding eye contact as he did in the past, nor did he continue to play tricks. Instead, he remained silent for two seconds and simply shook his head.

The nearly middle-aged agent, who always wears a suit and tie and dresses meticulously, often bills himself as an urban elite, opened his mouth and seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end, he looked at the voice actor in front of him, with whom he already had a close relationship, and just smiled and sighed.

"Since you are 'Oreki Houtarou', then please treat me as 'Sekiya Jun'."

Yin Ze was slightly startled, and when he really wanted to catch the subtle sense of failure, he found that the agent had revealed his greasy, unrealistic and materialistic face again. The man naturally stopped talking.

"If you and I work together, we should gain both fame and fortune."

Kashiwai Ippei used his familiar industrial rhetoric.

"The money in your hand doesn't shake, only the deposit in your card is real. With the wave of voice actors becoming idols, we are destined to ascend to the throne~ The main role of Tokyo Ghoul was chosen by the original author and the production team, which fully proves your value. You must not be late for the first performance this afternoon. Considering your previous efforts in acting, I decided to be extravagant this time and sponsor your taxi fare."

"Is the round trip included?" Yin Ze pointed out sharply.

"…Remember to give me the remaining ones tomorrow." Kashiwai Ippei drew out several cards of Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"Okay." Yin Ze agreed happily and snatched the ticket away forcefully.

What is superficial understanding?

Even though they knew there would be no leftovers, the two were still willing to go through the process politely.

What about the deep level of tacit understanding?

Perhaps it is because I have great respect for my friends. I am curious about the so-called past but I will never ask about it.

The agent sent the voice actor away.

Go back to the sofa and drink the calcium milk that the traitor personally inserted a straw into.

He faced the empty lounge area.

My thoughts suddenly went back to a day in the hot summer many years ago.

Even though a high-power air conditioner was turned on indoors, it still couldn't calm the anger and determination in the young man's heart.

"I'm also very sorry about what happened to Qingshui-kun. But I hope you can understand the difficulty involved. I promise to give you due compensation later... There's really no need for you to make such a fuss, or even form cliques in the company." said the man sitting in the leather chair.

"We are just seeking justice together. The Minister calls this forming a clique." The young man's eyes were sharp. "Do you think I am using this as an excuse to form a so-called clique?"

"Kashiwai, this matter will be criticized internally. If you make a big fuss about it, it will be counterproductive." The minister sighed.

"I'm not the only one who wants to do this." The young man said calmly, "I hope you can hear these voices that are similar to Qingshui-kun's."

"I understand. I will convey it well." The minister paused and said with regret, "...I was looking forward to hearing from you."

"I will work harder in the future." The young man bowed deeply.

The minister did not comment, and his regret was only fleeting.

Coming out of the stressful minister's office, the young man nodded gently to his colleagues standing outside. Everyone showed a very restrained smile of joy and clapped their hands gently, as if celebrating a rare victory. Everyone came up to shake the young man's hand and patted his shoulder, as if supporting a hero.

The young man puffed out his chest, looked sharp and confident, like the blazing sun.

Kashiwa Ippei quickly finished the sour and sweet calcium milk and threw it into the trash can with a clang. The plastic straw sticking out of the bottle had been worn and bitten into a flat shape.

Now there is no one around.

Only cooled memories.

The agent is now in charge of three voice actors, and Ohnishi Saori has just started. Matsuoka Yoshitsugu has worked hard and finally achieved his goal. He is the kind of person he admires the most. He is simple, has no bad intentions, and firmly believes that hard work pays off.

...A beautiful person must have seen flattery and scheming, and understands possible means and transactions. He does not know innocence, nor does he believe in simplicity, so beauty is dangerous. However, beautiful people will inevitably experience the fading of beauty.

From the day Kashiwai Ippei left Dentsu, he knew that the people who once surrounded him like flying insects would surely leave and turn desperately to the fresh corpse of another animal.

So he felt more worried than admiring towards that equally warm person.