Tokyo Sound

“Shut up—”

Moriki Hiroshi really couldn't stand the hesitant and pretentious tone, and he rubbed his arms frantically, trying to soothe his goose bumps, and resisted with a grimace.

"You are so out of control. Too out of control." Yin Ze shook his head sadly. "You didn't even pick up the punchline. My suggestion is to cut this part out."

"Absolutely impossible!" Moriki Hiroshi immediately sneered.

Wow, Sir, you are really stubborn to continue to adhere to the creed like this.

Uchida Maaya and Sakura Ayane both held their foreheads, looking like they wanted to laugh but were helpless. It took them a long time to regain control of the situation.

"So, when the distinguished guest re-examined this social issue, the guest's first choice was to confess to the radio producer?" Sakura Ayane snorted.

"Not really."

Yin Ze looked at Sakura-san on his left and suddenly had an idea.

We met again at work.

It really has changed.

I still remember how reserved she looked when we sat at opposite ends of the Firefly Forest recording studio.

"Well...we have been friends for five years."

Yin Ze said calmly.

"You're also working while maintaining your university studies, so it seems inappropriate to continue calling me 'Sakura-san'."

"Eh?" Sakura Ayane was stunned. She didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this.

Yin Ze pondered for a moment.

Changing to Sakura-san is too serious, Sakura-kun isn't much different, and Ayane-san is weird.

In the blink of an eye, I was faced with this problem again. I used the versatile and easy-going "classmate" to solve it back then, but now it's too late.

But on the other hand, we are no longer so unfamiliar with each other.

"How about just call her Ayane." Yin Ze had no intention of following the unscrupulous practice of his agent in giving people nicknames or code names on the spot, so he spoke naturally and asked for opinions.

Sakura Ayane paused for half a second. It was as if a young deer that had been there for a long time had awakened in her heart and jumped upwards. The stairs made of thoughts turned into butter and honey. The girl couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, but quickly restrained it into a simple smile.

"...Sure, I think it's great."

This time, Sakura Ayane tried very hard not to let her gaze escape again, but instead met those clear and gentle eyes.

It's so strange. Such a beautiful and straightforward look, but why does it feel like a raging fire to me, making even my face slightly hot?

"Then it's settled." Yin Ze still folded his arms, and he turned his head again, "Uchida-san, do you mind if I call you by your name?"

"Hmm?" Uchida Maaya came back to her senses, turned her eyes away from the girl's face, and immediately showed a refreshing smile to the guest, "No problem."

The staff members were no longer laughing as before, but were now thinking quietly.

The gold medal producer had no other emotions at this moment except being completely convinced.

"Then let's continue. I feel like if we keep this pace, the show will be very long."

Sakura Ayane quickly adjusted her side hair several times, picked up the script and spoke crisply.

"Staff did some research and polled on the website and found that surprisingly, 70% of the guests' fans are male. What do the guests think of this?"

My idea is a group of bloodthirsty ants, attracted to dragon flesh.

“My view is that it’s a generous audience, attracted by the wonderful work.”

Yin Ze said politely.

“I am really humbled to receive such attention and love from everyone. Although voice actors are said to inject soul into the pictures and characters, the birth of a good work is the credit of the entire team. I am just lucky to contribute my voice and be noticed by the audience first.”

"By the way, the next game will be decided by rock-paper-scissors," said Maaya Uchida.

"..."

The guests no longer smiled politely.

The gold medal producer smiled politely.

"It can't be rock-paper-scissors. What era is it now? Are we still guessing traditional fists?" Yin Ze said with a hopeful mentality.

Both Sakura Ayane and Uchida Maaya have already started rubbing their palms to warm up.

Chapter 165 Confession

The fake black swordsman: Yoshitsugu Matsuoka, who plays a high school student who is overly addicted to games and uses two swords.

The true black swordsman: White Dragon, a hero who crossed the Eclipse, bore the mark of the scissors, and fought hard against the endless persecuting demons that were attracted to him.

Just now, they changed their names peacefully, but in the blink of an eye, they drew their swords, and the cold blade pierced their hearts. Is this what human beings are like? They keep making the same mistakes. Yin Ze was looking up at the ordinary ceiling like the previous guest, trying to avoid the attacks from both ends like an ostrich.

"You still have to follow the process." Uchida Maaya advised with a smile.

Master Yin was a powerful being who walked in the abyss after all, and he soon straightened his chest again. A real man should have backbone. He opened his arms and was going to guess two punches at the same time, and guessing two would definitely lose.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors—"

The three voice actors sat in a row, with the man sitting alone in the middle. His face was illuminated by the bright light of the lamp, looking solemn and dignified. The strong contrast made people focus all their attention on the man. The host next to the guests had different facial expressions, eyes, and movements. In particular, Sakura Ayane accidentally knocked over a water bottle with her elbow, and leaned forward to make amends, with an apologetic look on her face.

The man has a melancholy face, unmoved by the outside world, with his hands open, welcoming on both sides, showing great courage and great redemption. The composition of this scene is very similar to the world-famous painting "The Last Supper", full of a mysterious sense of art. In terms of camera sense, it is not inferior to the previous one.

Some of the staff members smiled again.

That day, Jesus said bluntly at the long table, 'I tell you the truth, one of you will betray me.'

Now, men also use the scissors gesture with both hands to express their indifference.

however--

Ok?

Doubt and confusion flashed in Yin Ze's eyes, and he quickly turned his head to observe. He suddenly found that the hands of the two hosts were not clenched, but relaxed and open, revealing their white fingers and palms?

This, this?

"I won?" Yin Ze whispered, unable to believe it.

"So, the winner is Guest Sang!" The two hosts clapped their hands in celebration.

"You guys..." Yin Ze was stunned for a moment, then he was deeply moved.

Unexpected, unexpected.

Just like the sun breaking through the darkness, dawn quietly crosses the horizon.

Yin Ze had been mentally prepared to bow down before the wheel of fortune once again, but he unexpectedly welcomed the dawn. This ups and downs were so exciting that it was difficult to calm down.

What a kind host, he is the most gentle person in the world and an angel to the lost lambs.

"As the winner of this little game, the guest can get a big gift." Sakura Ayane emphasized.

"Winning the rock-paper-scissors game with scissors is a great gift in itself." Yin Ze's face was full of red. "There is actually a great gift to follow up. It seems that I came to the right place this time. I wonder what the gift is?"

"It's a new game." Sakura Ayane replied.

"...Winning the mini-game will unlock a new game?" Yin Ze's expression suddenly became unnatural. He had traveled extensively for many years, and he subconsciously began to speculate on conspiracy theories.

Could it be that this finger-guessing game was just a prelude to lead him to hell? After the roller coaster of sorrow and joy, he would be filled with intense darkness again, undergoing a layered and in-depth persecution. What kind of evil demon would set up such a trap card?

"No, you misunderstood. It's a new game." Sakura Ayane explained carefully, "Because the program team knows that you love playing video games, they specially bought a new game as a gift. How can we take advantage of your benefits?"

"Oh, so that's how it is." Yin Ze let out a long sigh, his eyebrows raised with joy, "I thought so, no wonder the two of you are so gentle and willing to let me, it's really just a process. Haha, I guess the game that can be seen in front of the camera must be a super expensive 3A masterpiece disc? I wonder which console platform this new game is for?"

Moriki Hiroshi waved his hand with the aura of a superior, and a big bald staff member appeared behind him holding an exquisite gift box, and gently placed the gift box on the guest's table.

"It's still so ceremonial." Yin Ze smiled and slowly untied the bow on the box. "I wonder what kind it is. I'm really looking forward to it."

to be frank.

Even at this point, the man who had been through many ups and downs in society for many years did not let down his guard. He carefully observed the expression of the gold medal producer with his peripheral vision, trying to see some clues from that average face.

Yes.

Master Yin, who has experienced dark games for a long time, suspects that there may be something wrong with the gift box. Maybe it is a prank scare box that will pop out strange things and cause dizziness and control. His embarrassed reaction and gaffe will then become a show effect.

I don’t know whether I should be proud or sad that people are so cautious and have conspiracy theories to this extent.

In short, the guest rubbed his hands together with an attitude of deliberate anticipation, slowly untied the ribbon, and then carefully lifted the lid of the box.

This rigor and carefulness, like a bomb disposal expert, was seen by others as a scene of a man who was not moved by external things and who maintained elegance and interests even when faced with temptation. All the staff members admired the handsome man's extraordinary manners, but the gold medal producer who had brought smiles to others many times instinctively felt that his sneaky behavior was a bit weird.

No spring sounds, no strange smells, no suspicious needle turning sounds.

Yin Ze maintained a beautiful, poetic smile and, while opening the box, leaned his upper body back to create a safe distance while looking at the contents of the box with a hawk-like, sharp gaze.

It is a game, and judging from the packaging, it is an expensive gold deluxe edition with special bonuses.

It seems that all the previous psychological activities were based on one's own petty judgment of others.

But soon, the man's pupils suddenly shrank, his breathing quickened, and the lid of the box suddenly slipped from his hands, hitting the edge of the table ungracefully and falling to the ground.

Moriki Hiroshi was also very puzzled when he saw the guest's frozen expression. To be honest, he didn't know what was in it. After all, he really came here to control the situation, and the top player did have an appendectomy.

"Don't just stand there, let everyone see what treasure you got for free." Moriki Hong even gave up the magic weapon of the board and used language directly.

Yin Ze struggled to control his breathing, slowly took out the gold deluxe edition, presented it in front of the camera, and gave a heartbreaking smile.

"Thank you, thank you to the production team for giving me "The Last Fist 5"——"

A few seconds of silence.

"Hey, isn't this the new game in your favorite fighting game series? It really took a lot of thought." Moriki Hiroshi, who had just witnessed the change of name, soon laughed heartily, with the corners of his eyes curved into a sinister arc like a top-notch villain.

Master Yin had a sad expression on his face, but facing the camera, he forced a businesslike smile and talked to himself sadly.

"Mr. Wudi... are you all right?"

At this moment, my hands are shaking and my heart is aching.

Why is this happening? Why did God give me this kind of pain? What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?

This is said to be the deluxe version of Last Fist 5, but in fact, for the man who calls himself the strongest user of Yuan Wudi, it is simply an old man's urn.

Lao Yuan, I, I really like your performance and personality. I have been thinking hard about combos for you, I have been practicing frame compression for you, I use you to defeat all the masters in Kanto, I use you to beat up the bad boys who skipped classes, and I even want to sign up for a professional competition to fight with the real world-class strong men.

But all these beautiful thoughts turned into snow-white ash.

Officials, why did you delete this character? And why did you let me miss this character again today and let me feel the pain of separation again? !

The man stroked the deluxe version with a sad look on his face. At this moment, his saturation looked much grayer than that of others.

"Actually, Last Fist 5 is quite fun..." Sakura Ayane hesitated for a long time before comforting him. As an old member of the Battle Night Arcade, she knew all the grievances and hatreds there, so she naturally felt pity for them.

“What’s the point of having fun? I’ve already lost my life and become a remnant of the old era.” Yin Ze shook his head slowly and closed the box.

"The characters are originally lifeless. It is the players who give them strategies and styles. Only the characters leave. You have always been there," Sakura Ayane encouraged.

Yin Ze's depressed eyes trembled slightly.

Xiao Bailong suddenly remembered the moment when he uninstalled the game. The old man in black who had achieved many great successes in his career had been sentenced to death and was forced to leave. He couldn't utter a word, but now when he thought about it, wasn't it just the two words "no regrets"?

I have already lost in the plot, what will happen in reality?

Yin Ze swept away his endless depression, his eyes sparkled like sparks, and his fighting spirit was boiling in his chest, as if he had ascended to the sky again. He murmured, "From today on, there will no longer be any 'peerless masters'. Instead, there will be 'invincible masters'."

"Uh, what are you whispering about?" Uchida Maaya looked at the two people who were whispering with great confusion.

"Nothing." The guest suddenly became excited, "Okay, Hong, bring me the keyboard!"

"Ah?" Moriki Hiroshi tilted his head in confusion.

"Get the equipment, connect the screen, I want to try it out live." Yin Ze urged.

"Why do you want to try it out?" asked Moriki Hiroshi.

"Isn't it for publicity?" Yin Ze was stunned.

"Why do you want to promote it? This isn't an AQUARE ENIX game." Moriki Hiro frowned. "Hiss, you're not trying to help the enemy, are you?"

"It turns out you really just wanted to give me a gift... Sorry." Yin Ze, who rarely wanted to take the initiative to work overtime, moved the deluxe version under the table embarrassedly.

Next, the host began to promote each comic and novel one by one.

The guests were always walking on thin ice and sitting in their seats obediently. Even the most demanding primary school teacher could not find any fault with them.

This peace even lasted until Sakura Ayane and Uchida Maaya said "See you next time".