Tokyo Sound

"Ayane, what would you like to eat for dinner?" The old father came back with a smile.

"I don't know why, but I'm a little full."

Chapter 25: It’s so annoying why it rains every day

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the weather was clear and the sun was warm. It was another day full of hope.

Today, Yin Ze got up early, which was rare. He had boiled eggs and fresh milk for a nutritious breakfast. He listened to the news, took a shower, and fixed his hair. He searched through the clothes in his closet, which was as scarce as a middle-aged man's hairline, trying to find a reasonable and fashionable combination.

But it is obvious that introverted otakus are not keen on dressing up, and their consumption is very secretive. Maybe an honest classmate who looks plain and has patched pants can actually buy a low-end car with the money he secretly recharges his mobile game account.

In the wardrobe, besides the same plaid shirt as programmers, there are also durable sweatpants. It also has to show the man's image and temperament. Wearing this can also give you a Heilan Home advertisement style, refreshing and clean.

Japanese women's criteria for choosing a partner, apart from the common things like income, education, family background, more or less require that the man has a clean and tidy appearance, and a plain and decent look... In fact, this condition is the most difficult to meet, but most guys feel that they fully meet it.

All we can say is that those who cannot get what they want are in a turmoil, while those who are favored are fearless [Note: From Eason Chan’s song “Red Rose”].

I looked left and right in the mirror, blew my hair, and after two hours of hesitation, I finally went out. I won’t be favored by the pink lady today. It’s too far, so I’d better take the subway.

To be honest, I was a little nervous.

For men, job interviews are like drinking water to flush the toilet, and they are no longer strange. But so far, this is based on the premise that finding a job depends on business ability.

It is the first time in life that someone relies on his looks to make a living.

Is it really possible?

Is it really possible that you can do nothing at all? If you are out of tune when singing, just mix in electronic music. If you can't dance, just do stretching exercises. If you can't perform well, just repeat a devilish smile. Can you really stand firm and get paid like this?

…Men are skeptical about this.

The tram passed over the rails, vibrating slightly. Yin Ze stood in the corner, leaning against the wall of the carriage with his eyes slightly closed, looking like he was in a dream world where the years were peaceful and the dust did not move his heart. In fact, he was watching Xiao Bao and Kangxi, with a smile of enjoyment brought by the comedy on his lips.

The rail lines in central Tokyo are always crowded, a testament to its prosperity.

A young girl in a high school uniform was forced to squeeze next to the boy. She looked up and her cheeks suddenly turned slightly red.

Every young man has a dream of traveling the world with a sword in his hand, and every girl has a prince charming in her fantasy.

Originally, Lianzi herself didn't know whether she was thinking of the basketball captain of the next class or the handsome and domineering delinquent student in the last row of the classroom.

She had never thought about such a thing. After all, there were many things in life that could shake the soul, such as music, literature, and magnificent epics. For her, whose ambition was to play famous music on the golden stage, early love during her student years was nothing more than a cheap game full of vulgarity.

But now suddenly everything became clear.

The ideal boy should look like the one in front of me.

This overly handsome boy was so close, so close that I could touch him and even smell his faint shampoo scent. It seemed unreal and so dreamy that it would shatter at the slightest touch.

And he looks very young, so he must be quite old.

The young girl raised her phone tremblingly, wanting to take a photo to preserve this moment, perhaps out of a desire to preserve the artwork. But it is absolutely disrespectful to do this to a stranger.

But she, who has always been an excellent student, is now like a possessed person. She is torn between her conscience and her desires in her mind, and an unknown voice is tempting her to fall.

Without noticing, the button had been pressed. A crisp and pleasant clicking sound spread throughout the crowded but quiet carriage. Many people subconsciously cast glances at him, as if thousands of swords were piercing their bodies.

In order to prevent secret photography in Japan, cell phone shutters cannot be muted.

The boy closest to him also opened his eyes in confusion, and the two men's eyes met. His eyebrows were very delicate and his eyes were clear and bright, but Lianzi's face was still pale.

Unexpectedly, the boy didn't say anything but smiled instead. He seemed to have generously forgiven her violation and closed his eyes to rest again.

Everything was as if nothing had happened and the carriage returned to calm.

It's so gentle. The girl felt a sense of redemption as if she had been pardoned for her sins.

Yin Ze didn't notice him and continued watching the show. In the past, when he took the light rail, he would either see a salesman adding WeChat, or the naughty kids performing fatal screams and competing dolphin sounds, or the ultimate loop of short videos playing magic sounds. In comparison, this beautiful and lively girl was just taking a selfie with her phone. How refreshing.

The tram continued to move forward with a low hum. After it came out of the tunnel, dazzling sunlight suddenly poured into the car. The warm golden sunlight silently poured on the boy's back, making the whole person shine.

The wind was blowing on the railway, and winter cherry blossoms were spinning outside the window. All the beautiful scenery was willing to be behind him and serve as a foil. The bright and colorful light dotted on the boy's body, which was incomparable.

The throbbing in Lianzi's chest almost tore her modesty apart. The high-spirited flower that teachers and students talked about doing whatever they wanted was just a lie, a tacky game, but she had never met the beauty she had dreamed of.

I have arrived at my destination. I am going to attend an important competition.

But she didn't want to move an inch, afraid that this fateful encounter would end just like that.

But sadly, the boy moved.

Just as the girl was about to reach out her hand, she was separated by the crowded crowd. She watched the figure going farther and farther away in a daze, but she was powerless to catch up.

I had a short dream called "broken heart". Lianzi lowered her head and her nose felt sore.

Yin Ze was pushed out of the station by the surging crowd like locusts, like a small shrimp helpless in the huge ocean. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the screen. It was not narcissistic, but it was indeed necessary for work. He had to stay in good condition today.

Looking around, I finally saw one of the few friends in this world, the owner of the title of legendary working warrior, leaning against the support column.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu has been waiting here for a long time. Keeping promises is one of the rules of life, and arriving early is a standard life style.

At this time he also saw his good friend, who was waving his hand and jogging towards him. He also smiled and went to greet him.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Yin Ze patted Matsuoka's shoulder familiarly.

"It's okay, shall we go together?"

"Well, let's go. Huh? Did you do your hairstyle specially today? That's right, with your bangs combed up, you look so energetic." Yin Ze was surprised at first, then nodded in praise.

"...Isn't it weird?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was a little uncomfortable and said embarrassedly.

"It suits you very well. Keep it this way in the future. Don't change it." Yin Ze encouraged.

"...Without the forelock covering me, I always feel like I've lost a layer of protection."

"Why is it so inconvenient? Shaving your head once is a shortcut to understanding the true nature of a man. You can try it. After that kind of practice, you will definitely not be entangled in these things."

"No, this is really not possible."

"Yeah, I think all Japanese idols seem to have bangs. It seems that without that kind of hair volume, their professional level will decline." Yin Ze said.

“Isn’t this prejudice?”

"Practice makes perfect. When you debut, will you test the law yourself?"

"Then our group is doomed." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was speechless.

"Maybe it's an explosion..."

"By the way, Takizawa, what talent show have you prepared?" asked Matsuoka Yoshitsugu.

"Ah? Isn't it an internal appointment?"

"Then we should follow the procedure. In fact, we should perform well and not let people gossip about us." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said seriously.

"So what program have you prepared?"

"Rakugo."

"…We are idols, not comedians, right?"

"I'm definitely not good at singing and dancing." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said with a bitter face, "And it is said that there are various roles in a group, and I think I can only be responsible for the atmosphere."

"That's good, at least it's helped you improve your word choice." Yin Ze sighed, "Well, since it's like this now, tell me the jokes you've come up with, and we can do a manzai together, and we'll do a double kill."

"Aren't there only three people in total?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu asked in confusion.

"So I look forward to it, no, I believe that the last teammate must be a dedicated and hardworking workplace god." Yin Ze said in a deep voice.

Chapter 26 It depends on your weight

Following the agent's address, the two finally found the location of the audio-visual filming company. The four-story building was decorated in a minimalist red and black style, with cotton carpets in the corridors and small lights illuminating the walls with pictures of the audio products and artist groups that had been produced.

Yin Ze walked with his hands in his pockets, looking around and clicking his tongue.

The advertisements in this corridor are amazing, with all kinds of heavyweights. Classic movies, national idols, chart-topping hits... plus a list of various well-known large-scale corporate partners, it is really full of style.

"Kimura Takuya, Amuro Namie... Misora ​​Hibari and Nakajima Miyuki. "The Thieves' Family", "Kikujiro's Summer", and even my mom's favorite "Tokyo Love Story" and "Elopement in Hokkaido"."

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was shocked.

“Do we really want to be idols on this kind of platform?”

"It's commercial self-packaging. Who knows to what extent I'm involved in the production. I also have close cooperation with Mr. Jack Ma in the network economy. I'm a senior tester of Mr. Gates' century product. I'm one of the 60 billion elements that maintain the continuation of human civilization. I'm the only known highly intelligent primate in the solar system." Yin Ze shrugged. "By the way, which floor is it?"

"3nd Floor."

"Oh, you're looking for Mr. Matsui Tomoaki, right?"

After walking around for a while, I didn't see the reception desk, so I continued to walk up the small staircase. This floor was probably an office, with three vending machines, coffee tables, chairs, and... arcade machines?

"Let me ask Mr. Kashiwa Jing for his phone number and try to contact him directly." Yin Ze took out his cell phone.

"Then I'll go to the bathroom." With the interview approaching, Matsuoka Yoshitsugu became nervous as usual.

"What did you eat this morning? Are you feeling uncomfortable in your stomach? I have some tissues here, take them." Yin Ze said generously. As a friend of women, carrying toilet paper with you when going out is a basic skill.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu took the paper and ran away.

Yin Ze sat down and called his agent. After waiting for more than ten seconds, he was prompted that he was on the phone. Well, he was probably talking to some company or reporting work, so he couldn't get through for a while. He had to wait for him to call back.

He walked to the unmanned game machine out of boredom and sat down. He fiddled with the joystick a little and found that no coins were required. His eyebrows raised and he became interested. He put his phone aside and started to study it.

Browse the game library, select the traditional art KOF97 [Note: King of Fighters 97], instantly select the Nobleman of Fire and the Red-haired Killer with Punk Pants, and then give him a Broom-headed Electric Man as a gift.

I adjusted the difficulty to level 8, stretched my wrists, and started operating it as if I were back in elementary school.

Back then, arcades were a place for men, filled with cigarette butts and unbridled laughter. Gambling, challenges, malicious ridicule, and even being beaten up, all kinds of real man 1v1 battles took place one after another.

Yin Ze pressed the keys skillfully with a sad look in his eyes, and his dormant muscle memory gradually awakened.

He kicked hard and fell to the ground. The lower body of the computer was not very stable. He was forced to the corner and closed the toilet. The frame rate was high. Xie Feng took over and pushed the eight young girls easily. He didn't even talk about it.

The crackling sound of keystrokes broke the tranquility of the reception area.

One can be happy

Men, it's that simple.

When defeating the three giant snakes in the penultimate level, footsteps were heard on the small staircase.

A young man wearing a white hoodie, a denim jacket and a messenger bag came up to him. He looked at Yin Ze who was playing games leisurely, thought for a moment, and said politely, "I have an appointment in advance. I want to ask you something?"

"The boss isn't here." Yin Ze said as he defended himself against the Dark Lightning Fist, "I'm here to work, too. How about you sit down for a while?"

"Oh, sorry to bother you." The boy in the sweatshirt sat down on the sofa quietly, took off his bag, looked at his back as he focused on the game, paused and asked, "Do you come here often?"

"No, it's my first time here, why are you asking this?"

"Because you look very skilled..."

"Do you think I'm strong? Haha, it's nothing but practice." Yin Ze snorted and laughed. He had been beaten so many times for this. The bruises and stick marks on his butt were not decorations. He knocked over the seven shackles with a set of unexplained moves and quickly entered the end of the level to face the big snake.

What I mean is that it's your first time here, but you don't seem to be shy at all and play so passionately. The boy in the sweatshirt muttered in his heart.

But which company's trainee or artist is this? He looks pretty handsome.

The big snake that gathered the negative consciousness of the earth fell again, and was humiliated and tortured to death with light punches and kicks. Yin Ze did not watch the clearance animation, skipped back to the initial interface, and debugged the hidden character by memory.

At this time, he turned his head, looked at the idle young boy, and made a friendly invitation.

"Do you want to come and play? It's boring to just wait around."

"I'll let it go." The boy shook his head. After all, he had just witnessed this man's brutal killing method.

"There are people fighting in pairs. Let me look for them."

Although it was a pity that he couldn't fight real people, he, who was always considerate, continued to flip through the game list, Fatal Fury, Rage of the Dragon and Tiger, Dark Wrestler, Heroes Fight, Street Fighter, Soul Eater, Sun Blade [Note: it was made up of various fighting games such as Fatal Fury, Art of Fighting, Dark Alliance, All-Star Smash, Street Fighter, Samurai Shodown, and Moon Blade]... Damn it, why are they all fighting games? Shouldn't this kind of corporate entertainment props include more cooperative games that cultivate tacit understanding and team cohesion?

What, last-in-first-out elimination, wolf culture, that’s fine.

There are so many familiar names in the list that I don’t feel very motivated.

As I continued to look down, I discovered something rare.

"Tsukihime Battle?"

The boy, who was sitting on the sofa like a stone Buddha, looking at the ceiling and waiting, suddenly moved his eyes.

Why not Mario when you can put this in? Do you look down on plumbers?

Yin Ze muttered to himself as he clicked on it. Among all the fighting games out there, this one was truly special. After all, only people on the moon would enjoy playing something from the moon.

A Q-version girl with a jacket and kimono and magic eyes appears in the interface. She dodges the enemy's attacks left and right, and occasionally counterattacks with ordinary attacks.