Tokyo Sound

Kashiwa Ippei clicked on the photos of horses riding, fell into a moment of thought, then sneered and downloaded them to his computer to use as a capital to try out the Taiga drama in the future.

……

Yin Ze, who was on a funded tour, finally returned home. He left with only a backpack, and came back with a bunch of local specialties and gifts, as well as two romances with a rural peasant girl and White Rabbit Sauce.

The things were sent back in advance and I asked the girl upstairs to sign for them. There are so many potatoes and other things, I will find time to give them to my friends.

I went home, took a shower, and started contacting my good brothers.

In the micro-group of the Audio-Technica.

"Tauren Chieftain: I have some money left over from my travel expenses. Come have a meal together. I'll treat you. You're welcome."

「Auto Mechanic: 1」

"Pure Moon Man: You guys eat, I still have to finish my manuscript in the editorial office."

"Tauren Chieftain:?"

"Car mechanic:?"

This reply was so shocking that even an honest man like Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was surprised.

Yin Ze was also confused. Why hasn't Shimazaki Nobunaga finished writing yet? That shouldn't be the case. The deadline has already passed. Or is he writing the next volume in advance? This is even more impossible. Could he be obsessed with the free cold drinks and air conditioning in the editorial department's overtime room?

and many more.

The man who had experienced many ups and downs started to speculate again.

This may not be the message from Shimazaki Nobunaga.

Yes.

You have to hand in your cell phone when you enter the overtime room, and the network is only an intranet. How can he reply to my message?

Yin Ze's expression became grim. He was very keenly aware that Brother Shimazaki Nobunaga was already in a dangerous situation.

Damn Lightning Library, how dare you treat my dining partner like this?

After Shimazaki Nobunaga's daily dubbing work is finished, he will be thrown into the overtime room to finish the manuscript. This rhythm is very familiar to me. Thanks to the Corridor of Life, I can handle dubbing, write papers, and work on the map at the same time.

But if it were Brother Shimazaki Nobunaga, a mortal with a flesh and blood body, how could he bear such a heavy burden?

Master Yin has always been responsible. Since I was the one who arrested you that day, I will get you out today.

But one person might not be enough, so he immediately called Matsuoka Yoshitsugu. After hearing the exaggerated conspiracy theory, the other party also joined the action of saving the social animal Shimazaki Nobunaga.

The two of them left as soon as they said they would, and rushed to the editorial department. Relying on their identities as illustrators for "Demon Wars", they successfully infiltrated the group.

"Once we find the person, we will put a women's wig on him and then we can sneak out." Yin Ze emphasized the battle plan.

"Why don't you just call the editor, find out the situation, and ask for leave?" asked Matsuoka Yoshitsugu.

"That's fine, but you have to act first and ask for leave later." Yin Ze said, "Otherwise, the women's wig will be prepared in vain."

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The two men came to the overtime room and saw the big security guard who looked like he came out of a Hollywood gun battle movie.

"The attack and defense are very high, and maybe they can attack multiple times in one round." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu sighed, "How do we pass this level?"

"Don't worry, Brother Shimazaki Nobunaga will definitely come out and go to the toilet. Then we will have a chance." Yin Ze was full of good ideas and smiled gently.

Wait for the right time and act when the opportunity arises.

"Huh?" The big security guard vaguely sensed Xiao Xiaozhi's prying, and immediately looked up, sweeping the area with his sword-like eyes, but found nothing strange.

"What a keen perception! When I first came here, I knew he was not an ordinary person." Yin Ze was impressed. "Fortunately, I was using the reflection of my mobile phone screen to observe him."

“……” Matsuoka Yoshitsugu really wanted to complain.

After a while, the door of the overtime room was opened from the inside. The person who walked out, smiling and reserved, was the familiar Shimazaki Nobunaga.

"Sure enough, something big happened that I didn't know about. Look at him, he was smiling so brightly and happily even when working overtime, as if he was not being exploited for inspiration and labor, but attending a college freshman party. He must have been possessed." Yin Ze was heartbroken. He didn't expect that he would push his brother into the fire pit.

"Can't I just be happy because of my creation?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu scratched his head.

"Stupid, too stupid." Yin Ze shook his head vigorously. "Technical level, mental state, and personal quality. A creator can only possess two of them at the same time."

"There is such a saying. Which two do you belong to?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was curious.

"Of course it's the technical level and the quality of one's character." Yin Ze sneered, "Humph, in fact, in front of the highest aesthetics, spirit and quality are nothing."

"I can see that..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu glanced at the multi-piece women's wig set in the other person's hand.

"Alright, alright. Remember to do it cleanly and not cause too much impact. We'll follow and move over slowly." Yin Ze began to give orders with iron-blooded command.

"But he doesn't look like he's going to the toilet." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu muttered.

Shimazaki Nobunaga walked to the hot coffee station at the corner and slowly poured himself a cup. Then he took another cup and handed it to...to a young girl behind him?!

Yin Ze and Matsuoka Yoshitsugu leaned towards the phone screen almost at the same time, but found that they could not see any details, so they turned their heads and leaned against the corner of the wall to look over there.

Shimazaki Nobunaga and the girl exchanged a few words. They both smiled shyly. After talking for a while, they lowered their heads and kept silent. Then they raised their heads and spoke at the same time. After they found that they were talking at the same time, they quickly signaled the other party to speak first. During this time, Shimazaki Nobunaga's coffee was too full and a little bit spilled. The girl hurriedly took out a tissue.

The two people in the corner kept opening their eyes wide.

stare--

"Hmm?" The big security guard noticed the attention of the onlookers again. The first time might be an illusion, but the second time is hard to say. In other words, in a society ruled by law, we should not assume the worst. If it was in the past when he was serving, he would have been bolted. He immediately stood up, showing his tiger back and bear waist, and began to slowly check the surroundings. When walking, his right hand habitually did not swing, and remained still.

Well, there were two novelists I knew chatting next to the coffee machine, nothing unusual. Other than that… there were two long-haired girls reading fashion magazines, and they seemed to be reading very explicit ones, and they were flirting with each other, nothing unusual either.

It's strange. Judging from the greasy look on his face, he should be a man.

The big security guard searched a few more times, but because it was inconvenient for him to leave his area of ​​responsibility, he was unable to check further away. Finally, he returned to his territory like a lion leader.

"Teacher Shimazaki Nobunaga, are you going to continue writing tonight?" the girl asked with her head down, holding the cup in both hands.

"Probably not. I don't have any submission requirements in the near future. I came here today just to calm down and find some ideas." Shimazaki Nobunaga answered sincerely.

"I found a very affordable little shop nearby a few days ago. The food is delicious. Well, do you want to have dinner with me?" the girl slowly mustered up the courage to ask.

"Oh, do you want to eat? Sure." Shimazaki Nobunaga nodded awkwardly.

"Uh, is it okay? Do you have any other invitations?" The girl was more sensitive.

"No, no, no human asked me to have dinner with him today. I'm very free." Shimazaki Nobunaga straightened his chest and raised his head, saying with certainty.

"That's great, we'll go over there soon. I want to thank you for your encouragement to me before." The girl said happily.

"Oh, that's nothing, you don't have to take it to heart." Shimazaki Nobunaga said embarrassedly.

The two of them spoke politely again and returned to the so-called overtime room.

The air became very quiet.

Fashion magazines were hanging down from the newspaper holder.

"You look like you have something to say?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu quietly took off his wig.

"Shall we secretly go to the small restaurant they mentioned to have a meal later?" Yin Ze was silent for a long time.

"If we do this, won't it be a bit too paparazzi?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu put on the wig again and adjusted it to make it look more natural.

"What are you talking about? I'm just curious about the dining environment and taste of the food in this restaurant." Yin Ze said deeply.

Chapter 176: Running out of luck

Japanese people like to enjoy top-quality beef in the form of Sukiyaki, so the price of Sukiyaki is generally not cheap.

But there is a distinction between dining in hotels and in small restaurants, so there are always options for the common people.

The interior of the restaurant is simple, with an old air conditioner working hard and a ceiling fan, so it is cool and comfortable. Through a layer of glass, you can see the middle-aged chef in the kitchen preparing side dishes, his wife keeping an account book while taking care of the baby, and his adult daughter wearing an apron serving dishes and clearing the table.

The menu also includes oden, which is a convenient street snack and can also be served as a meal. The oden for dinner has particular requirements from the soup base, ingredients and processing methods, and there are also century-old shops specializing in oden.

The fish balls there are made from mashed shark meat, the bean bags are mixed with ginkgo, konjac and chicken, and the fried tofu also has vegetable foam. When you take a bite, your tongue immediately travels back to the fifth year of the Taisho era. Hey, it's so authentic.

Of course, as a small family business, I cannot compare it with Asakusa Otafuku.

Unlike the neatly cut beef slices in other stores, the beef in this small store is stacked together in layers. The Omi beef is an extra separate plate, and the meat is tender and delicious.

Wrap the beef in egg liquid and eat it with rice. It is satisfying and comforting. Add a sip of ice-cold beer and it will definitely relieve the fatigue after a whole day's work.

"Let's have a toast." Takehara Yuyumi held the cup with a beautiful smile and took the initiative to say, "It's to celebrate the successful completion of the first volume of your "Demon Wars"."

"No, no, I'm far from that... Miss Takehara, can you drink?" Shimazaki Nobunaga asked modestly and raised his glass.

"Okay, but I can't drink too much," said Takehara Yuyumi.

"Is that so?" Shimazaki Nobunaga nodded. In fact, what he wanted to ask was whether the girl had reached the drinking age, not how much she could drink. After all, judging from her appearance, she looked like a high school student, with a student-like air.

The glasses clinked gently, the ice cubes shook, and a bubble rose.

"Actually, I saw this store when I was in college, but never had the time to come. I came here specially to try it out. Is the food delicious?" asked Takehara Yuyumi.

"Not bad, not bad." Shimazaki Nobunaga said repeatedly. The freshly cooked meat slices were very tasty and tasted great, and it was absolutely a perfect dish to go with rice. He was really hungry.

"Eat more food. If it's not enough, add more. Don't be polite." Takehara Yuyumi just held the chopsticks without moving, just watched the other party pick up the food while speaking.

"You can eat too. Don't worry about me. I have a small appetite and can't eat too much." Shimazaki Nobunaga smiled and tried to find a topic. "Hey, did Miss Takehara go to college here?"

"Yes, my hometown is Miyagi Prefecture. After graduation, I stayed in Tokyo to work and live," said Takehara Yuyumi.

"Huh? Really?" Shimazaki Nobunaga was stunned, and even stopped using his chopsticks. "I, I'm from Miyagi, too."

"No way?" Takehara Yuyoumi was stunned and couldn't help asking, "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Shiogama City," said Shimazaki Nobunaga.

"I'm from Natori City." Takehara Yuyumi followed.

"Oh, then we are quite close." Shimazaki Nobunaga was even more surprised, "What a coincidence."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that..." Takehara Yuyumi lifted her hair, "So, you also went to Tokyo to study and then to work?"

"To be honest, I failed the college entrance exam and didn't go to university," Shimazaki Nobunaga said embarrassedly. "After that, I was unemployed for a whole year in my hometown. Later, I felt that this was not going to work, so I went to Tokyo to find a job."

"Is that so? It must be hard. The cost of living here is not low." Takehara Yuyumi felt the same way.

"Yes, in big cities, every inch of land is worth a lot of money. Just to find a place to stay, it takes a long time." Shimazaki Nobunaga said with a helpless smile, "Besides, the people around you are either talented or workaholics. The pressure is really great."

"But, but the situation must have improved now, right?" Takehara Yuyumi said softly.

"Why do you feel that way?"

"Because, Shimazaki Nobunaga-san has a very bright smile. I can't be as enthusiastic as you. So, you must be on the upward path, right?" Takehara Yuyumi said carefully.

"Yeah. It's really hard to laugh from the bottom of your heart when you're confused." Shimazaki Nobunaga paused, "Especially when everyone around you is growing up, but you're the only one who's still spinning in circles, counting the calendar stupidly every day, it really makes you anxious."

The waiter brought over two more plates of vegetarian dishes.

"But in my opinion, Shimazaki Nobunaga-san is a very talented person. It's his first time writing a light novel, but he has achieved great results." Takehara Yuyomi said quickly, and then lowered her head slightly in embarrassment, "I can't do that. Should I say I'm stupid or insensitive? Every time I submit a work, the editor thinks it's not good, and the audience's feedback is also very mediocre."

"It's actually the opposite." Shimazaki Nobunaga put down his chopsticks and said in a serious tone, "Although I have only read a few excerpts, I can feel that Miss Takehara has carefully considered the sentences and the plot. Maybe the story itself is very bland, but blandness itself does not mean bad. Now everyone is racking their brains to produce all kinds of settings, either curious or abnormal, which are naturally exciting at first glance, but lack stamina. So Miss Takehara's idea is not wrong, and I believe that this patience will definitely bear fruit."

"In fact, there are so many people writing stories in this world, and many plots have been explored by predecessors. But even if it is the same theme, such as prince's revenge, boy's adventure, lovers' separation, etc., there are still people who continue to write wonderful things. I think that is a manifestation of strength. Miss Takehara obviously has such strength."

Shimazaki Nobunaga comforted him.

"As for me, I'm just an amateur who likes to read magazines and periodicals and has an itchy hand. Whether I entered this industry or other industries, it was mostly due to luck, and you just lacked some time, so there is no need to compare, and there is no need to praise me."

"Of course, it's frustrating to keep hitting a wall. I know that—"

As Shimazaki Nobunaga said this, he took the initiative to find the best piece of beef in the pot and put it into the girl's bowl.

"So at times like this, we need to use delicious food to drive away the unhappiness."

Takehara Yuumi dipped the beef in the egg liquid and ate it in small bites. Then she looked up silently at the handsome boy and smiled again, "Shimazaki Nobunaga-san, you are unexpectedly a person with little confidence..."

"Maybe I know exactly what kind of person I am." Shimazaki Nobunaga smiled, "I know the limit of my ability and my mediocre qualifications. In fact, most people are like this, like the uncles in society. They may be confident at the beginning, but as they experience more, they gradually become self-aware and gradually stop making bold statements."

The owner of the breakfast shop asked me what I wanted. I thought I should be reckless, be ambitious and proud, travel around mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and have all the romance in the world.

Just kidding, I don’t wear forked pants anymore, so I want a cheap and affordable vegetable bun.

The only sounds in the shop were the sound of chopsticks and then the sound of traffic outside.

The middle-aged chef was still preparing the dishes, the hostess was playing with her year-old baby, and the eldest daughter was very diligent, greeting the guests, with sweat on her forehead.

"Ms. Takehara is a person with an accurate goal, which is good. Maybe you will stumble along the way, but you can still keep moving towards the goal, which is better than many people." Shimazaki Nobunaga showed a sunny and sincere smile, "Keep it up."

Takehara Yuyumi saw that smile and she smiled unconsciously. The girl pursed her lips and said, "Thank you, Shimazaki Nobunaga-san. I have never been affirmed and encouraged like this before—"

"If you want to cheer me on, I'll be there whenever you ask me to." Shimazaki Nobunaga said generously, "As a fan of light novels and a creator now, I'm looking forward to the day when people like Miss Takehara can realize their wishes."