Tokyo Sound

"Okay, take it, but if the result is not good, we have to change it." Yin Ze sighed.

"Okay! I will never go back on my word!" The agent agreed readily. After all, in his opinion, such people were born for this path, and it is impossible for them not to succeed by following this path.

"I'm going to a dinner party now. You can make your own arrangements." Kashiwa Ippei said, "By the way, Matsuoka is here too. You can go find him."

"Hey, is he here too?"

"Well, I tried a minor character who was killed instantly by your villain."

"Then I'll go find him, you go and have fun." Yin Ze waved goodbye.

"What do you mean by cool? Managing personal relationships is also work!"

Chapter 18: So Close

Yin Ze found Matsuoka Yoshitsugu on a bench next to a vending machine. The latter had his back pressed against the wall, his shoulders lowered and his head drooped, and he had actually fallen asleep. His drooping hair covered half of his slightly haggard face.

It was like a silence that turned into white ash, and for a moment he was afraid to disturb it.

But the recording studio has to be closed no matter what, and the security guards will kick everyone out at that time.

Yin Ze slowly walked forward and patted his friend gently. His friend, who was in a poor sleeping state, shivered immediately, hurriedly raised his head, and struggled to open his eyelids to reveal slightly bloodshot eyes.

"...Takizawa?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was in a daze for a second or two, and after seeing him clearly, he rubbed his eyes unconsciously.

"Why did you fall asleep here?" Yin Ze asked in a low voice while half squatting.

"I didn't notice it. I just closed my eyes for a while and fell asleep." Matsuoka stretched his stiff neck. "I didn't cause any trouble to anyone, did I?"

"Have you been working too hard lately? You have dark circles under your eyes." Yin Ze asked with concern.

"The pace is about the same as before. It may also be because I have to rush for the sound audition and think about the lines, so it's more exhausting." Matsuoka smiled gently.

"What are the results of today's battle?"

"Passed." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said happily, "Where's your villain?"

"No." Yin Ze shrugged.

"That's such a pity. We clearly had the chance to act together... although it was just an exchange that was instantly defeated." Matsuoka was quite regretful.

"It will definitely be possible in the future. By the way, let's go eat later, it's my treat, and when you're full, you can go back and rest early. Sleep is very important." Yin Ze said generously, this is the enthusiasm that it is difficult for an agent to enjoy.

"Well, I have to go to work later, and I have to work until 3:00 in the morning." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said embarrassedly, "Next time, let's eat next time."

"Is it really okay?" Yin Ze was also stunned, "Can you handle it?"

"Although I'm on duty, it won't be too busy at night. You can take a nap when you have time. It won't affect me." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu waved his hand.

"Can't I take a leave?" Yin Ze said hesitantly.

"You will be fined." Matsuoka answered calmly and naturally.

The man was silent for a moment. After hearing this, he couldn't say anything more, otherwise it would be considered as pretending to be kind and making trouble for no reason.

"See you next time." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu stood up, stretched, and patted his face to refresh himself.

"If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know." Yin Ze couldn't help but say as he looked at his tired back, "You must be as unceremonious as I was when I first moved into your house."

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu naturally responded to his friend's concern.

But he knew that he would not call for help. He was used to being treated harshly, and no matter how desperate he was, he would not think of acting like a spoiled child to his closest family. How could he have the nerve to create problems and trouble for his friends?

Squeeze into the car, go to the store, change clothes and change shifts.

People who know him well say that he is a good guy who is not good at disguising himself or lying.

But everyone lies, and he is definitely no exception.

For example, in a brief phone call with his family, he insisted that he was doing well in Tokyo, working from nine to five every day, eating meat and drinking wine for every meal, and not having much work pressure.

For example, working part-time in a late-night bar, it is almost impossible to take a nap amid the noisy music, boiling voices, and dazzling laser lights.

It is probably in the second half of the night that these young people, with their hormones bursting and their wallets full, will have enough fun and leave. At this time, he can stop participating in the cleaning work and rest for a few hours.

At daybreak, he rode his bicycle to deliver newspapers door to door.

In fact, after graduating from the training school, I no longer have to go to class, so I have more free time every day, but I have never felt less busy. The elimination rate for newcomers is very high. If you can't make it in the rookie period, you will most likely continue to sink.

At the door of the firm, there were often colleagues who had just passed their shelf life, with no reputation or characteristics. The figures of those people who were eager for another chance and unwilling to give up deeply pierced his heart.

So he cherishes every audition.

However, when I went to the set, I couldn't help feeling dry mouth and accelerated heartbeat when I thought that what I was doing was by no means a simulation exercise in class, but a real sword fight that would affect my professional life. I couldn't help but imagine scenes of failure.

He could only keep pondering those meaningless and scarce lines to concentrate his energy and escape from the anxiety.

The workplace is always filled with a sense of seriousness that this is not a joke but something you fight for in life. The gathering of various colleagues also intensifies the tense atmosphere.

The time before the official start of the recording is considered free time. There are both seniors and newcomers present. Of course, greetings and exchanges are inevitable for the first meeting. Needless to say, the seniors are very comfortable with it, while the newcomers may feel a little restrained, but there is no shortage of enthusiastic, outgoing and talkative people.

Every time he saw this kind of super social expert who could chat and talk about everything with strangers, Matsuoka Yoshitsugu felt envious.

When he was still in school in his hometown in Hokkaido, he wanted to learn how to deal with people, so he went to help out in a building materials market with a huge flow of people… but in the end, he was persuaded or coaxed by the boss and was called down from the service front desk to move goods instead.

"91 Production's Mukai Shi, I'm going to trouble you all for a while."

"Nagamura Souha of Eastern Haiku, please teach me!"

"Qing Er Production, Zhang Qiguang, let's work hard together from now on."

"I'm Yoshitsugu Matsuoka from IM. Please give me your guidance."

Although he wanted to say something more besides this routine remark, he saw his seniors happily reminiscing about the past and thought their reactions were quite average, so he tiptoed to a secluded corner and buried his head in the script.

Anyway, given his qualifications, it's just right for him to sit here.

This episode seemed to require a lot of vocals, and there were quite a lot of voice actors present. This was the first time I encountered a situation where all the seats were almost full.

"Can I sit here, please?"

A thin and polite voice made Yoshitsugu Matsuoka subconsciously look up from his desk.

She is a young, petite girl holding a script.

She had smooth hair that was past her shoulders, and she wore a brown sweater over her student uniform. She exuded a clean, simple scent that came from shower gel and shampoo, a girl's ordinary and plain scent.

Because of her age, her face is still a little immature, but it can be called beautiful, and her eyebrows are full of restraint and obedience. It reminds people of the kingfishers and kittens in the park that are afraid of people.

"Of course, please feel free to do so." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said in a low voice.

"Thank you."

The little girl sat down quietly. The distance was a little close, so their shoulders inevitably rubbed against each other. It seemed that he could even feel the temperature of her skin through her clothes. The floral scent of the shampoo was also more clearly audible.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu still had the decadence and smell of alcohol from last night's part-time job on him, so he tried to lean towards the wall, not wanting to add to the trouble and tension for such a good kid.

The on-site communication soon died down, and when the recording officially began, everyone tacitly lined up according to their appearances and shared the four microphones.

"Oh, you think you can be a hero with this little ability? Wouldn't you have avoided the hardship if you had just told me the location of the key from the beginning?!"

"You don't understand the meaning of protection."

The screen directly opposite was showing footage that was still in production, and the sound director behind the glass was wearing headphones and listening carefully.

"Those people are just using you. The high and mighty judge only needs to make high-sounding speeches to make a fool like you willingly and self-touchingly sacrifice yourself!"

"I won't allow you to...defame her ideals."

It's just a crude line drawing with only storyboards, but under the interpretation of the predecessors, it has become quite infectious, and you can completely imagine the intense scene with your eyes closed.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu pursed his lips, feeling and experiencing these high-level acting skills, and at the same time, it was his turn to take over.

"They have already lost the chance to leave the Holy Gate. No, it's not time to despair yet. Find loopholes and gaps quickly!"

"The concentration of mana has increased to 79.8%, and the intensity of the convergence is also increasing at the same time. It is about to break through the critical value. A vortex reaction has occurred within ten kilometers around it—" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu read the lines quickly and steadily, fluently. He had read them in advance many times before.

"The system has calculated that there are only seven vacancies. Plan X7 has been successfully activated. We can gain a window of about 39 seconds before the system is completely shut down." The girl standing at the microphone position on the right, who was much shorter than him, spoke in an orderly manner. Although her voice was very soft and she was not very old, she could still convey a sense of heroism and competence.

That’s all the researcher’s role is.

The two men breathed a sigh of relief, immediately gave up the microphone to the people behind or to the sides, and quietly stepped back to their seats.

Because their actions were unexpectedly synchronized, the girl nodded and smiled at him kindly before sitting down.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu quickly gave a thumbs-up in response, and then picked up the script like the students in the first row of the classroom.

In the peripheral vision, the girl was placing her hands flat on her knees, staring intently at the performance in front of her.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu rarely observed his predecessor's handling and acting. Instead, he recalled his self-introduction not long ago, especially the words of the little girl.

"I'm Yui Ogura from Style Cube. I'm not mature enough in many areas, but I hope I won't cause any trouble for you."

Although a little timid, he is still able to stand up straight in the face of the demanding industry.

Kids nowadays are really amazing.

Chapter 19: First come, first served, don't cut in line

Today in Tokyo, it is cloudy and drizzling, and the air is slightly chilly.

This is the first time that Yin Ze has seen a near-finished quality dubbing. It should be said that it is worthy of being a theatrical version, the production schedule is not so tight, and there is plenty of time to polish each link.

There are no dazzling special effects or explosions in "Firefly Forest". The rural villages far away from the hustle and bustle, the young girls who are not familiar with the world, the monsters and strange stories hidden in the dense forests, both the gentle and sad narrative and the bright and lively paintings are in line with the traditional impression of the Japanese light fantasy style of most people.

Rather than grandeur, small and exquisite is the main theme of this country. They are very good at carefully carving tiny objects and sublimating them into precious treasures.

Just like an ordinary Boy Meets Girl, ordinary separation and relief can also create a variety of feelings.

"That child just now...was he a human?"

The hand under the navy blue yukata glowed with a green light, the light was fading, and the confused girl in front of him was reflected in his pupils.

Yin Ze took a deep breath silently at this moment, and his words full of love and excitement were transmitted to everyone's ears through the radio equipment.

"Come on, Hotaru, I can finally touch you."

The girl rushed forward to hug him, but all she grabbed was a thin piece of clothing. The person who had been haunting her dreams had disappeared.

This time I can only go back alone.

"I won't be looking forward to summer for a while. My heart aches and my tears keep flowing... But the warm and gentle touch on my fingertips, along with the memories of summer, will stay with me forever."

Director Keihiro Komori, who was wearing headphones, smiled with satisfaction and nodded in appreciation.

"Okay, this is the version."

The recording is finished, with a total duration of about 50 minutes. The conversations between the male and female protagonists occupy the vast majority of the time. In short, there was no trouble and the obligations were fulfilled peacefully.

Everyone stood up and applauded, and some even walked in with flowers in their hands. Yin Ze was flattered, and he suddenly felt like he was the main actor. He thanked the host repeatedly and took the bouquet, reluctant to let it go.

You know, he has always been the kind of person who sends flowers, and others may not even want them.

"Sakura-san, are you crying?" He looked at the other main character who also took the flowers and wiped his eyes with his hands.

"Yeah, isn't it? The ending is really touching." Sakura Ayane said with a sniffle.

I didn't expect that Sakura, who usually has a changeable personality, is cold and strong, but actually has a pure girlish heart. It turns out that no woman can refuse the pure and tragic love with a handsome guy.

"When an actor sheds tears for his performance, it means that his body and mind are truly united. I'm sure it's the same for you, Takizawa-kun?" The director walked in with a laugh.

"Of course." The man also imitated the action of wiping tears.

"I have already booked a restaurant. Let's go there and have a celebration party later."

"The supervisor is very generous." Yin Ze was overjoyed and handed over the clean script that had almost no trace of being flipped through. "Oh, by the way, should we return the script?"

Sakura Ayane immediately showed a somewhat reluctant expression.

"If Ayane-chan wants to keep it, just keep it." The gentle and amiable supervisor looked at her and said.

"Really? Thank you!" The girl was very surprised and held the script with many bookmarks tightly.

"This work must be an unforgettable experience for you, and as the helmsman of this work and the heroine, I am of course very happy that you cherish it so much."

"...In that case, then I won't hand it in either?" Otherwise, wouldn't it seem that the male protagonist is not working hard enough? Yin Ze coughed.

"Why, Takizawa-kun obviously doesn't seem too moved?" The supervisor who inadvertently saw through his inner thoughts expressed his confusion.

"..."

"You are such a heartless person. How can you remain unmoved after personally participating in such a plot? Is your heart made of stone?" Sakura Ayane was dissatisfied, "Why would such a sentimental and moving Gin be played by you?"

"Why would you be the one to play Ying, who is so well-behaved and loyal?" Yin Ze counterattacked.