Tokyo Sound

Sakura Ayane adjusted her hair subconsciously and walked forward very cautiously.

The photo can be taken and printed immediately, and can be used as a souvenir.

Come to think of it, there don’t seem to be many group photos—the live screenshots taken by the camera of the roller coaster in the children’s amusement park don’t count.

The photo booth machine is surrounded by a circle of cloth, which not only provides light but also creates a small and fragile private space. Perhaps it is a psychological illusion, the noisy sounds of the arcade are muted, and there are only two people left in the small world.

The girl was a little bit shorter, and the difference was just right if she leaned on his shoulders.

Of course Sakura Ayane could feel the boy's warmth. She took a deep breath, tried her best to put on a smile, and habitually and naturally made a scissors hand gesture.

The two smiling faces in the preview interface, with their heads tilted towards each other, are frozen in that second.

Yin Ze started to click on various settings and output the film.

Sakura Ayane blinked and waited to take it.

More than ten seconds passed.

"What are you doing?" Sakura Ayane said expressionlessly.

"I'm looking at the filter library. Wow, times have really changed. There are so many filters and even layer properties. Look at this liquify function, it's not much different from that of PS." Yin Ze kept poking and clicking with his fingers, like a little kid who had discovered a new toy.

In the preview interface, the two people's eyes bulged into ovals like giants of light, their mouths twisted into W-shaped cat mouths, and even two horns grew on their heads.

"Stop moving, I want it the way it is!" Sakura Ayane gritted her teeth.

“If you don’t add anything, it’s not called a photo booth anymore.”

"Then just keep shooting!"

……

Fighting night, fighting zone.

"I heard that professional players Kawasaki Haru and Itabashi Moto are training here. Is that true?" A tall and thin boy in a school uniform came to ask. He spoke arrogantly, calling them world-class players.

"One is a blind date, the other is a relationship, neither of them is here." The player answered without even looking up.

"Is the legendary King Yunxiao who has been undefeated, who has performed rare and flawless operations in the air and is known as the strongest amateur invincible, here?" the tall and thin boy continued to ask.

"Not here." The player said lazily.

"What? None of them are here? I've heard that the night of fierce fighting is when Tokyo's strongest fighters gather, but I can't even find Yunxiao. Well, then who among you is the best fighter?" asked the tall and thin boy.

"This question feels so familiar... The most capable fighter right now is of course the Revengeful Yellow Hair, could it be me?" The player said casually, and pointed in a direction.

The tall and thin boy looked in that direction.

I saw a young man with highlighted hair sitting in front of a game console, with his arms folded and eyes closed, his figure and demeanor were quite extraordinary.

"Are you Brother Huangmao?" the tall and thin boy asked.

"It's golden hair." The young man with the highlights slowly opened his eyes and pointed at the golden highlights on his head to correct and emphasize, "Are you okay?"

"They say you are the best fighter here?" the tall and thin boy asked in a deep voice.

"No, I'm only the fourth best." Jin Shandao said calmly, "The first three are not here, so I temporarily accepted the commission from the owner of the arcade and stayed here to inspect the machines and guard the ring. This month's settlement will be soon."

"Then you must know where the top three are." The tall and thin boy nodded, not caring about the monthly prize money of the arcade, "I only play with the best."

"You want to challenge an invincible master?" There was a cold flash in Jin Shandao's eyes, and he grinned fiercely. His whole aura changed drastically.

"good."

"Interesting, let me test your quality for him first."

A quarter of an hour later.

"Hmph, with such skills, are you qualified to claim to be invincible? Think about my time back then... Today's bad boys are really getting worse and worse. You should go back to school and study." Jin Shandao said condescendingly.

The tall and thin boy was completely defeated by the shaving operation. His face turned pale and he sat slumped in front of the machine. He couldn't accept it for a moment and didn't move for a long time.

"Yellow Hair, one of the machines in the music game area is broken. I want you to check the line." A waiter came over and said.

"I'm Golden Retriever!" Jinshan said loudly. He glanced at the young man whose fighting spirit was shattered by the blow and decided to come back to comfort him later.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The tall and thin boy, whose dream was shattered, got up and went downstairs in a daze.

Then he found that next to the escalator, the defender who had just defeated him completely was sitting on the ground with a pale face and his fingers trembling.

"?"

The tall and thin boy looks forward.

nothing special.

Aren’t they just some real men and women playing with photo booths?

Chapter 197: Was there something wrong with the encounter on the set?

Yoshitsugu Matsuoka stood in the corner of the recording studio, concentrating on the script and timeline.

At this time, the two voice actors who are using the microphone and performing a key scene are the heroine of the play and the young male supporting actor of the play. Both of them are genuine acting talents and must be observed carefully.

Yoshitsugu Matsuoka is not good at making eye contact with other people, especially with female colleagues, but the exception is on the set. In the recording studio, he will unconsciously stare at his colleagues who are working.

"…I'm sorry, Asada-san, I came so suddenly. But I really want to celebrate with you soon. Asada-san, no, Shino, you are really amazing. You finally became the champion of BOB and the strongest shooter in GGO. But, but I knew it a long time ago, you will definitely succeed."

On the screen, the stickman boy squatted on the ground, hugging his knees like a child. The male voice actor quickly entered the role, his eyes were surprisingly bright, and he spoke in a hurry with a slight tremor.

"I, in order to congratulate you immediately, I ran to your house and watched the broadcast on my phone."

"You'll catch a cold in this weather. Let me make you a cup of hot tea." The voice of the female voice actor is pleasant to the ear, and she deliberately makes it sound softer.

"No, no, I'm more concerned about what's happening in the game than that." The male voice actor shook his head synchronously, the smile on his face slowly disappearing, replaced by panic and nervousness, "It's just, Asada-san, I saw the scene in the desert cave in the broadcast... You were crying on the lap of that player who was wielding a lightsaber."

“Well, that is——” the female voice actor wanted to explain and clarify the relationship.

"That guy must have threatened you!"

The voice actor's voice suddenly rose, interrupting the other person directly, his lips trembling and making a hoarse sound.

"You, you must have done that out of helplessness, right? Not only that, you also helped snipe his enemies, but in the end you still seized the opportunity and used a bomb to kill yourself and that bastard!"

"No, I wasn't threatened, it's just that a lot of things happened and I lost control of my emotions." The female voice actor said quickly.

"Asada-san, you don't have any special feelings towards that guy, right?" The male voice actor suddenly calmed down and asked clearly.

The originally intense atmosphere suddenly came to a halt, but as the rhythm rose and fell, an air of uneasiness spread instead.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu nodded secretly. He didn't use any advanced techniques, but he managed to express that chilling and nervous feeling.

"Well……"

"Asada-san, you said you wanted me to wait for you, right? You said, as long as I wait." The male voice actor gradually increased his speaking speed, with a bit of voice-losing madness at the end.

"You, what's wrong with you?" the female voice actor asked hurriedly.

"Just say it, tell me you hate him. It's okay, I will always be with you, and I will protect you all my life." The male voice actor said emptyy.

The stickman boy on the screen slowly stood up, staggered a few steps, and then suddenly opened his arms and hugged the girl sitting on the edge of the bed. The force and weight made the girl breathless, but the boy pressed her down on the bed sheet even harder.

"Ah, ah, Asada-san, I like you, I love you, my Shino!"

The male voice actor took a breath, as if he was taking a deep breath of the girl's hair. His voice was weak, but not gentle. Instead, it sounded like he was chanting some kind of vicious curse. His shoulders were shaking, and his throat was as hoarse as a bug.

"No, you can't betray me. I'm the only one who can save you, so you can't look at other men. You, you must have been deceived by that guy! It doesn't matter, I will drive him away, I will make you forget him--"

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu got goose bumps on his arms when he heard this, and he felt only admiration in his heart.

Is this something a normal person's vocal organs can do?

What kind of training and fine control are needed to achieve this?

And the emotions are so strong that you don't even need to see the pictures; just by listening to the sounds, you can imagine what kind of twisted, perverted, greasy life form this is.

And it's not a copy of himself. Compared with the perverted Sugo Nobuyuki who is full of ambition and desire, this one should be a perverted person who is out of control for petty gains. There are different levels.

So strong, too strong.

I can't lose either.

The stickman girl failed to fight back and escape, and was dragged back to the entrance and kitchen by the stickman boy.

"Come on, let's go together and feel my love." The male voice actor was hissing and breathing hot air like a golden retriever wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and pretending to be gentle.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu walked silently to the microphone and entered the venue according to the timeline.

“It will be ready soon - guguguwaaa!” The male voice actor Tang suddenly let out a strange cry and wail as if he was being knocked away.

"Shino, are you okay?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said in a bright and righteous voice with the light of dawn, "Run away and find someone to help!"

On the screen, the protagonist appeared in a dignified manner, pinning the stickman boy to the ground with a hammer. But the good times didn't last long, because the other party was on the verge of losing his mind, and broke free in a frenzy, bounced the protagonist away, and rushed forward, throwing left and right hooks, switching offense and defense.

“It’s you, you bastard!” When the male voice actor saw the stickman boy take out the vicious syringe, he also roared like a beast at the right time, and the volume was so loud that his teammates in the game turned off their microphones. “Don’t come near my Asada classmate! You’re going to die!”

“Kirito——!” the female voice actor screamed.

On the screen, the stickman boy was hit on the head by the stickman girl with a speaker. I don't know if it can be called a mixed doubles match between husband and wife, but anyway, the former's body tilted and hit the bed frame.

"Guwu——" The male voice actor Po Pozhen screamed twice, then fainted and went offline. He then silently gave up the microphone and calmly watched the male protagonist's concern after the hero rescued the girl.

……

"It was a great performance. Thank you for your hard work." The sound director gave a thumbs up and praised, "With this, the second season can also end successfully."

"Thank you everyone, please give us your guidance in the future!" As the main actor and captain, Yoshitsugu Matsuoka was the first to speak.

"Okay, okay, it's over. I guess there will be a wrap party, right?" Yin Ze said with a laugh.

"Of course, we should celebrate, so we can't miss it." The sound director said, "Let's call the people from the animation company to celebrate together in two days. Matsuoka, you are the protagonist, so you must not be late."

"Okay." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu agreed. After working for a few years, he had attended many banquets. Even though his alcohol tolerance was far inferior to that of someone else, he could still drink a few rounds. However, in his heart, the wine he drank at social gatherings was still not as delicious as drinking it privately with friends.

"It's almost the end now, and the relationship between Kirito and Shino must have gotten better, right?" Miyuki Sawashiro, the female lead of the drama, suddenly joked in a good-natured way.

"Ah, of course." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu reluctantly responded. Before this, he had avoided communicating with his seniors with the lame excuse that "Kirito and Shino are not on good terms yet", and now he was embarrassed.

"You should learn from Kirito occasionally. Of course, you don't have to learn too much. Just learning 30% will be enough. Just provoke one or two. If you provoke too many, you will get into trouble." Miyuki Sawashiro chatted.

"Okay, okay." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu has always been submissive to his seniors.

"Do you have a girlfriend now?"

"Well, I still have to focus on my work. I can't slack off just yet."

"Even if you don't want to be in a relationship, you can still get in touch first. Matsuoka-kun, you are a traditional person, so it won't affect you even if you already have a partner." Sawashiro Miyuki said like an older sister.

"That's true. It has no effect on me." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said, and turned his eyes away.

Someone who was being looked at with inexplicable eyes was a little confused. What does that mean? Do I have any influence? I even fought with the executioner with a knife and rolled in the mud myself. I am a capable person praised by newspaper reporters.

"By the way, Shinkawa-kun's acting is really good," commented Miyuki Sawashiro.

"Need I say more?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu immediately said in agreement.

"Although I personally like Shino very much, the fact is that there is no Shinkawa-kun anymore." Yin Ze waved his hand.

Logically speaking, after playing the role of Shin Sugo, the Sword Sanctuary anime series had nothing to do with me anymore.

However, at previous events, Master Yin had politely expressed his desire to continue to participate, and also emphasized Shinkawa-kun, but he was just talk at the time, and he didn't expect that he would actually invite him later.

It seems that everyone recognizes the excellent acting skills of my Thunder Bluff faction.

"Senior Zecheng is amazing. You are the best in the industry in developing your voice. The texture is clear and the variations are rich. You are a role model for my generation." Yin Ze said sincerely.

"Me too." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu nodded.

Voice quality is part of talent. Some people are born with a voice as good as a treasure. Just opening their mouths is enough to make people envious. Among the people Matsuoka knows now, in addition to the two in front of him, there is also a senior in the company named Hayami.

Senior Hayami is still honing his skills. In the future, he will probably be like Senior Zecheng, polishing his rare voice to be extremely brilliant, and at the same time, he also has the skills to deal with various emotions. But my good brother is a little bit unconventional. He is born with a beautiful voice, but he doesn't specialize in it. Instead, he turns to broadening his vocal range, from a hero to a lazy top student, and then to a pervert who sticks out his tongue. His acting range is very wide.

First of all, it is impossible to make your own voice unique and one-of-a-kind like Mr. Zecheng.

The answer is very simple. His goal must be the extremely ambitious "omnipotence"!

I won’t just climb one mountain, I’ll leave my name on every one of them!

True perfectionism!

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu's eyes were burning and his blood was boiling. He had to work harder to surpass his friend.

Yin Ze twisted his neck, feeling uncomfortable as if the Blue Rose Assassin was peeping at him from behind.