Tokyo Sound

"You already have a gold membership card, but aren't you here to play games?" Yin Ze discovered the blind spot.

"This..." Hiraoka Yoshiki stammered.

"Don't look so sad, let's play a game." Yin Ze was enthusiastic and outgoing. He skillfully took someone else's membership card and swiped it on the machine.

"Then let's play a few games." Hiraoka Yoshiki approached the target person cautiously.

"Will brothers play the last punch?" Yin Ze lifted his wig and asked calmly.

“I came across the old version when I was a kid.”

"Okay, then we'll play the old ones. It's nice to go retro once in a while."

Enter the interface, start character selection, and load the battle map.

Hiraoka Yoshiki touched the joystick with some unfamiliarity, tried to shake it, and pressed the keyboard. He had only played this game when he was a child. He was beaten up by an unscrupulous boss who had set the level of the robot to an unknown level. He was beaten up by his father again when he got home. That day was really full of fighting elements.

Games start.

Yin Ze squatted down and then mindlessly tapped his foot. The pixelated man in the white uniform began to stretch his thighs at high speed, as fast as a sewing machine, and every time he kicked his legs, a monotonous voiceover was heard. The audio-visual experience was extremely weird.

what is this?

Hiraoka Yoshiki had little experience and was unaware of the evil of human nature. He manipulated his character forward, but as soon as he got close, he was pressed by Infinite's light kicks and was forced to defend. He wanted to steal the attack, but before he could make a move, he was kicked with several shoe marks. After a few seconds, he thought about it and decided to jump forward to attack.

At this moment, Yin Ze, who was still pressing the light foot, just relaxed his squatting position. The light foot turned into a standing light foot, and the pixel thigh began to stretch and contract diagonally upward. He kicked the opponent who had just jumped up to the ground. After achieving a brilliant air defense result, he squatted again and began to wipe the floor with his thigh.

Hiraoka Yoshiki frowned, and then he realized that things were not so simple.

After a few waves of pulling.

The pixelated man in the white uniform locks his opponent in the corner of the board, kicks lightly, and tortures the enemy bit by bit until his health bar is reduced to zero.

"Hahaha, thank you for your advice. It was a close win." Yin Ze immediately clasped his fists in greeting, a sunny smile on his face.

“……” Hiraoka Yoshiki, who had always been submissive, felt his blood pressure slowly rising.

This, this expression of enjoying pleasurable torture, is exactly the same as when he ravaged the young network administrator!

Sure enough, beneath this person's bright appearance, there is a dark soul who enjoys the fear of others!

"I, I'm not in a good condition. Wait, what's in the pocket of your overcoat?" Hiraoka Yoshiki tried to excuse himself.

"Oh, nothing, just playing cards." Yin Ze took out a deck of cards from his pocket.

Who would carry playing cards with them when they go out?

Either a magician or a gambler.

This doesn't look like a magic trick at all, so the person must be a gambler.

He even carries cards with him, which is definitely a bad habit. There must be something fishy going on among these outstanding young men!

"What happened just now doesn't count. Next time, you are not allowed to use light feet." Hiraoka Yoshiki took the lead.

"That's fine." Yin Ze thought about it.

The game begins again.

Hiraoka Yoshiki claims to be a top student in journalism who knows how to apply what he has learned. He also chose the same role and started to move lightly.

"You're so talented?" Yin Ze was slightly startled, then he showed a brighter smile and started to wave.

Hiraoka Yoshiki accidentally fell to the ground after being attacked. When he got up, the opponent was already kicking wildly. He quickly followed suit. The opponent predicted and jumped, and he fell to the ground again. When he got up, he was hit by the kick again. He applied what he learned and also tried to predict and jump, but he missed and got hit by the rising dragon punch.

After several rounds of psychological games, everything was exposed.

“……” Hiraoka Yoshiki died in humiliation again beside the board, and his blood pressure rose again.

"You are not allowed to use any skills." Hiraoka Yoshiki gritted his teeth.

"That's fine." Yin Ze thought about it again.

The game begins for the third time.

"Why can't I move at all?" Hiraoka Yoshiki said, shaking the joystick anxiously, but he couldn't fight back. After a short and long 20 seconds, he was finally freed after successfully taking more than light punches and fell to the ground dead.

"I don't want to play anymore..." Hiraoka Yoshiki took a deep breath.

"PVP doesn't seem suitable for you, so let's play PVE and play Metal Slug." Yin Ze patted the buddy's shoulder to cheer him up, and comforted and persuaded him in a friendly manner.

As expected of a top voice actor, his words have a magical power to calm people.

Hiraoka Yoshiki is not a stingy person. After all, he is a boy. His hands are hot and his interest in playing games is aroused. He thinks that since he is already here, he may as well play a little more. Besides, the opportunity to interview is rare, not to mention that he is wiping his own gold membership card.

The two chose their characters and started shooting with their pistols, killing the minions to pass the level.

what.

Don't say it, you really don't say it.

When the Torture King becomes a teammate, the gaming experience is pretty good.

The man seemed to remember the locations of all the resources, and could remind himself what attacks were coming next and what the BOSS's mechanisms were.

When Hiraoka Yoshiki was a kid, he played this and just gave money to the boss. He died at the third level and had no chance to resurrect. But now, I just follow orders and cooperate with others, and I have passed several levels without any injuries. I have always had special guns in my hands, and it's like a collection of treatments.

"Jump, jump, jump quickly, jump to the right, don't stop--" Yin Ze shouted like he was playing a game with a gang.

The two little men were like grasshoppers, swaying and trying to survive under the stray bullets of the boss.

"Okay, that's fine. You're not dead. You're strong." Yin Ze praised generously.

"Hey..." Hiraoka Yoshiki was concentrating on the operation, but he was still alive despite the danger. He was about to laugh out loud, but he immediately closed his mouth to save face.

The two soon arrived at an abandoned subway station.

"In a moment, a train will rush towards us. If we are pushed to the side, we will die if we are hit by it, so we have to keep shooting to repel it. If we don't shoot fast enough, we will be killed." Yin Ze explained, "We only have the initial pistol now, so we have to press faster and try to blow it up as soon as possible."

"Got it." Hiraoka Yoshiki cheered up, "I'm ready."

Go into battle.

Sure enough, the subway rumbled in from the right side of the game interface.

Hiraoka Yoshiki fired continuously, and the bullets from his pistol hit the front of the train, effectively but with difficulty stopping the train from moving forward. The subway was still coming towards them.

At this critical moment, Yin Ze was blowing his nose.

"Ouch, what are you doing! Hit it quickly!" Hiraoka Yoshiki called for help anxiously.

"Don't be in a hurry. Drink some water to moisten your throat. I've been guiding you all the time, and my throat is dry." Yin Ze slowly went to get the mineral water, unscrewed the cap with the speed of an old cadre, and commented sharply, "Hey, there's something wrong with your standing position. Why are you standing in the middle? Standing on the far right will increase the margin of error for those who are stuck in the subway."

"Hurry up! I can't stand it anymore!" Hiraoka Yoshiki's fingers were as fast as flashes of light. The train faced the rain of bullets head-on, silently and firmly increasing the horsepower. The carriage had already passed half of the screen, and the high-speed rotating wheels splashed sparks on the track.

"Listen to me, don't be anxious." Yin Ze screwed the bottle cap back on, "If it doesn't work, throw a grenade."

"It's all used up!" In the face of life and death, Hiraoka Yoshiki's blood pressure rose again, "What are you going to do?!"

"This wig is a bit tight. Let me adjust it. I bought it at an amusement park a long time ago. The quality is not very good." Yin Ze put his hand into the wig.

Yoshiki Hiraoka was alone against the roaring locomotive, and his small pistol with unlimited bullets was almost falling apart.

When the train was about to force them to the edge of the board, Yin Ze finally opened fire. He fired two small pistols at the windshield of the front of the train, finally stopping the train's advance, and after a stalemate of fire for five or six seconds, he blew up the train with the damage.

Hiraoka Yoshiki survived the disaster and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, it's all within the calculation. Old games are nothing new. I have to find some challenges myself to have fun." Yin Ze laughed and took out his phone to check, "Oh, it's already this late. Man, sorry, I have to go first and go back to make dinner."

"Sit down." Hiraoka Yoshiki said in a deep voice.

"what?"

"sit down."

“I have to go buy some groceries…” Yin Ze scratched his head.

"Sit down and leave after the fight is over." Hiraoka Yoshiki said with a solemn expression.

……

In the end, the two of them successfully passed the level without any obstacles.

Gin in black left, leaving behind only a handsome figure who was unrestrained, thrifty and house-savvy.

Hiraoka Yoshiki fell into deep thought as he looked at the customs clearance settlement screen.

If he returns to the newspaper office and the editor-in-chief asks him whether he has achieved anything today, and he replies, "Not only yes, but it's a big one. I played games with the male actor," will the editor-in-chief suspect that he has mental problems and force him to resign?

At first, I was looking for questions in the voice actor circle in order to reduce the difficulty. Is it possible that I chose the wrong person? Thinking back to the fat otaku I met in Akihabara last time, that person and his fans seemed to have something unusual.

It's a bit silly, but it's quite sincere.

In fact, the difficulty of digging out information about this man may be no less than that of digging out information about first-tier celebrities.

"Ugh."

Hiraoka Yoshiki picked up his things and left.

If possible, he would certainly like to come as a reporter for a legitimate publication to solicit articles and interviews, rather than coming with the intention of finding leaks. Paparazzi certainly have a positive side, but it does not fit his original intention.

Chapter 95: Brother with unique skills

Yin Ze stood in front of the supermarket's self-service payment machine, scanned the barcode of the product, paid, and walked out with the plastic bag.

After playing games for half a day, you still have to buy groceries yourself and go home to cook. After all, not everyone is as rich as Bruce Wayne.

It's been a long time since I rode my pink beauty on the street, and it still feels familiar when I sit on it. Black-haired Gin drove by on his electric scooter, his clothes fluttering, and the plain life is the truth. Because the little sister upstairs had a minor injury on her hand and couldn't get wet, he cooked for two people these days. Unless the little sister was going out, he would go upstairs to light the stove when it was time for dinner.

"Where did you go hanging out this afternoon?" Asamiya Kazuki was sweeping the floor with nothing to do.

"That's an extreme wording. As a thrifty person, I just went to the arcade to use up my membership discount that was about to expire." Yin Ze was washing green peppers.

"Isn't there a performance? No need to rehearse?" Asamiya Kazuki asked curiously.

"No rush, we need to practice before the official performance." Yin Ze replied.

"Then you can also practice at home. Although you can't make loud noises in the residential building, you can review the dance moves. You can't NG if you make mistakes during the actual performance." Asamiya Kazuki is a girl who came to Beijing from the countryside to study alone in middle school. She has a very mature and steady personality and is used to making good preparations before doing anything.

"I have practiced." Yin Ze was massaging and marinating the raw meat again.

"When did you start practicing?" Asamiya Kazuki asked curiously.

"When I was lying in bed, I was always recalling the rhythm." Yin Ze said honestly.

"Meditation training method?" Asamiya Kazuki couldn't help but cast a questioning look upon hearing this.

"...I guess so." Yin Ze said.

"Are you awake?" Asamiya Kazuki said.

"Cooking is a form of expression and creation. I suddenly got an inspiration." Yin Zefu was inspired and prepared to add an extra spoonful of bean paste.

"How stingy! Move your feet away." Asamiya Kazuki swept past.

……

A few weeks later, Yin Ze, who had been taking care of his throat at home, went back to work. This time he went directly to the Makuhari Messe in Chiba City, where the performance stage was located. Makuhari was built on reclaimed land and is located on the coast of Tokyo Bay. It is a highly modern commercial area. The exhibition hall is located in the center. Its scale is currently second only to the Tokyo International Exhibition Center in Japan, and it hosts various large, medium and small events all year round.

Side M's second anniversary live was held in the event hall, which was a big investment. The official theory is that the event hall can accommodate up to 9000 people. Although it is not full, at least it is there, and it can be expected that it will be a lively and grand event.

The transportation is also very convenient. There are several tram stations and it takes about ten minutes to walk to the destination.

Preparations for the performance are in full swing.

Groups composed of people from all walks of life began to go to the venue one by one to rehearse on the spot.

This time, Yin Ze drove the mature and pretty young woman and took Matsuoka and Shimazaki Nobunaga to the location.

The weather was very sunny, with a few blue clouds in the sky. The air was pleasant near the sea. Tokyo is a city with a small area and dense population, like a honeycomb. People move around in an orderly manner, but they are always circling in the cramped city shell. Makuhari was specially built for commercial activities, so the vision is broad and the roads are flat. Looking around, the sea and the sky are connected. Driving around can also change your mood.

"It's really impressive, worthy of being a representative complex exhibition facility. Performing here feels very classy." Shimazaki Nobunaga, who was in the passenger seat, looked out the car window at the roadside. From a distance, the exhibition hall looked like a silver eggshell, refracting the sunlight like scales under the sun.

"There are a lot of places to eat and drink nearby." said Matsuoka Yoshitsugu in the back row.

"Alas, the venue is so big, and with so many people, the queue for the toilet will be so crowded." Yin Ze was steering.

"...You two are really interesting. With just two sentences, you've taken into account everything from eating, drinking, defecating and urinating." Shimazaki Nobunaga complained.

"A night's stay in a hotel here would cost at least 7 to 8000 yen," Shimazaki Nobunaga added.

So I successfully completed the four functions of eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping.

The Dragon Demon bond is still very powerful.

"I know what you're thinking," Yin Ze said. "You must be wondering if you can stay in a nearby high-end hotel at public expense the day before the performance so that you can rush to the exhibition hall the next day to be on stage."