Tokyo Sound

"What?" Onishikawasuke was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"…It is reported that Takizawa Satoru has been donating monthly since 2010, and he has not stopped until last month." Natsume Kenzo said slowly, "The total donation is 6127 million yen."

Ohnishi Kawaseong just looked at his first student like this.

Voice acting is a highly competitive industry, and most voice actors have to work part-time to make ends meet. 300% of voice actors have an annual income of less than 100 million yen, and % of these % have an annual income of less than million yen.

Only a few well-known top voice actors can earn more than 10 million yen.

Now, Takizawa Satoru is of course a popular voice actor standing at the top of the pyramid - but he has not fully realized his fame. He has no personal radio, no fan club, no peripherals, no idol or singer business, and he has not accepted advertisements or endorsements after becoming famous in the movie. He only earns money through traditional dubbing, such as animation, voice acting, narration, etc.

Takizawa Satoru, who debuted in late 2009, actually started to become popular in early 2013, but due to the fixed salary of the hierarchy system, even if he was doing a lot of shows, his income would only increase slightly. He had to add more high-quality opportunities such as narration, voice acting, and game recording to his income.

Then add in the piece-by-piece outsourcing work related to art.

"How much savings does he have now?" Onishi Kawase suddenly asked.

"His situation was special. The hospital couldn't contact his immediate family after the accident, so they contacted their employer, which was the law firm, and then submitted an application to the bank for inquiry." Natsume Kenzo smiled bitterly, "The result I got was less than 48 yen."

Onishikawasuke couldn't help but look at the young man who had not regained consciousness and remained silent.

A regular one-way ticket from Tokyo to Kyoto by Shinkansen is around 13000 yen.

A top student from the University of Tokyo, a top voice actor, a newly crowned film emperor, the animation supervisor/original artist of a hit blockbuster, is heading towards bankruptcy after taking ten round trips on the train?

Even though Ohnishi Kawashimasuke had experienced a lot, he was still a little dazed.

You give away almost as much as you earn. Have you never thought about the future?

The old man recalled that he had laughed at this guy in the past. He always showed his student ID to get discounts on everything he did, and he had turned frugality into stinginess.

The ward was silent except for the faint sounds of the instruments.

"I know his father passed away a long time ago, and what about his mother?" said Onishi Kawase.

"He specifically looked for him a while ago but couldn't find him, and he told me about it." Natsume Kenzo sighed, "In fact, with his current reputation, if his mother really wanted to contact him, she would have done it a long time ago. In my opinion, there are two possibilities, but both possibilities are..."

"That's fine." Onishikawasuke said quietly, "The teacher is like a father. I will take care of his affairs now. If there is any problem in the hospital, tell them to come to me."

"Teacher, neither you nor I can leave our posts for too long," Natsume Kenzo reminded.

"The literature department is not that busy. Secretary Takiguchi can handle it. I have been working diligently for so long, so what's wrong with asking for leave? Besides, I will retire in a few years anyway, so it doesn't matter if I retire early or late." Onishikawasuke said, "It's you, you should go back to Kasumigaseki."

"...Then I'll find you a place to rest nearby." Natsume Kenzo couldn't help but say, "You're not young anymore, so don't get too excited. If you're okay, just check it out here. I've already told the dean."

"What are you talking about? You're hoping something happens to me, right?" Onishi Kawashima was dissatisfied.

……

Outside this single room, many people were quietly lingering. Many of them had rushed directly to the fire scene and then followed the fire to the hospital. They had all stayed up all day and all night.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu and Shimazaki Nobunaga were really tired, so they squatted against the wall for a while, leaving the seats for the girls. Sakura Ayane, Taneda Risa, Hidaka Rina, and Uchida Maaya sat together, their eyes were red, and sometimes they fell asleep while leaning on each other's shoulders. Ohnishi Saori went out to buy water for everyone.

"You have all worked hard. Thank you all for caring about him. He is fine now. You should go back and rest, and don't delay your work." Onishikawasuke also felt a little sorry for these children.

"Old senior, someone has to guard here. I can handle it, but you need to rest." Shimazaki Nobunaga said, and looked at his friends again, "You all can go back. I'll stay here."

No one answered.

"No, you are all busy people and have announcements. So, are you planning to breach all the contracts?" Shimazaki Nobunaga said.

"What about you?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu asked weakly.

"I write light novels, so I don't have to take dubbing jobs. The worst that can happen is I can just delay the submission of the manuscript." Shimazaki Nobunaga said as a matter of course.

"I would have written it earlier if I had known." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu muttered.

"Be normal." Shimazaki Nobunaga advised.

"I know everyone is worried, but he has stabilized and is no longer in danger. Now he just needs to rest and recuperate. I understand what you are thinking, but as much as you care, you must also be responsible for your own lives. Listen to me, go back, I have made all the arrangements here." Onishikawasuke said softly.

After several persuasions from the old man, the young people stood up and left reluctantly. They all had the same idea: to come back here after finishing their business.

……

A few days later, more news about the Kyoto Animation arson incident was revealed.

The course of events is becoming clearer and clearer.

The entire Internet is condemning the arsonist who committed such a heinous act against a simple animator who was dedicated to his creation.

Fortunately, all the staff are safe and sound, but as of now, there is still no news of Takizawa Satoru waking up.

The staff on the second floor all said that it was the teacher who pulled them to the windowsill in the dark; the firefighters saw him open the fatal rooftop door and carry the injured out; the clerks on the first floor also said that the teacher knocked down the criminals who were blocking the way.

On the day of the incident, Studio One had an event and NHK reporters had an appointment, but several reporters saw thick smoke and called the police. Among them was an intern reporter named Hiraoka Yoshiki, who stayed at the scene as a volunteer and contributed his meager efforts while taking photos of the scene.

There are several pictures about Takizawa Satoru.

The dusty dry face, the reddened skin, the bloodstained hands hanging beside the stretcher. The frozen photos deeply touched people's hearts.

The Kyoto City Fire Department expressed high appreciation for Takizawa Satoru's bravery and heroic act, and issued a special certificate of appreciation to express their gratitude.

The news from UNICEF Japan was unexpected and moved countless people. From 2010 to now, no one knew about it.

People sincerely hope that such a good person can be safe and wake up as soon as possible.

But this wait.

Just one month.

……

On the seventh day, my heart, which had initially felt depressed, began to hang in the air again.

On the fifteenth day, I inevitably began to think of the worst.

After the twentieth day, hope began to fade day by day.

Even people who are not familiar with medicine know how serious this situation is.

The Kyoto University Hospital took this patient very seriously. They held several meetings and actively shared their experience with experts from other top hospitals. The discussions were intense, but nothing came of it. This was because all the tests should not have led to this state.

Normal people cannot participate in the professors' debate, they only associate it with one state - vegetative state.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu had already given up on his duties, and had turned down all the work he could push off. He just kept going back and forth in the hospital, taking care of his best friend. Although there were medical staff, he felt more at ease doing it himself. He didn't believe that this omnipotent friend would collapse here.

After Kashiwa Ippei found out, he scolded Matsuoka for being stubborn, and told him to go back and then he would do it himself.

The friends discussed it and decided on everyone's schedule, taking turns to have people come over.

Sakura Eiji, who is also a graduate of the University of Tokyo, approached the old dean and said in a trembling voice, "Your network of contacts is much wider than mine. Please don't give up on him. No matter how much the treatment costs, I will find a way."

Yamayanagi Yusaburo, Koizumi Yuzaburo, and two little girls also came to visit. The Dean of Studies was able to hold back at first, but he started to wipe his tears when he saw them. Principal Koizumi was silent for a long time. Of the two girls, Yamayanagi Yuuka was encouraged to get into the University of Tokyo, and not long ago she walked around the campus with her dream girl. Another girl, Asamiya Kazuki, brought a portion of green pepper and pork shreds that her brother loved. She knew that her brother was not eating normally, but she couldn't help but wonder, what if he woke up when she went there.

Hatta Hideo came on behalf of all the people who had been helped in Studio 1, and said that Kyoto Animation would not forget this friendship, and would do its best to help and stick with him until he came back, just as he risked his life to help everyone.

People from all walks of life keep coming to visit, including voice actors, game and animation professionals, and entertainment industry insiders. They are all partners who have forged friendships at work or in daily interactions.

There were also nursing facilities from the outskirts of Tokyo, the disabled old man Matsuzaki and Miss Keiharu. Shoichi took out all the money he had saved for opening the store. The younger children had no money, so they drew crayon pictures with the sun, a house, and their brother leading everyone to play hopscotch.

There is only so much that ordinary people can do, we can only hope to pass on some strength.

The fans raised some money and gave it to a big ACG blogger, who used Tsuchiya Hiroaki's real name to ensure that his actions were supervised by everyone, and then contacted Kyoto Animation. Kyoto Animation's director, Ishihara Riki, also promised to give all the audience's wishes to that person.

The donors are not just fans, there are actors, directors, makeup artists, producers, amateur gamers, and elderly people living in remote villages...

Under someone's account, encouragement and prayers are increasing.

"We can't give up here!"

"I want to see your smile and hear your laugh"

"The Warrior of Light will not fall like this!"

"You are a miracle worker, please do it again."

"The canvas of the human world has not been painted yet, now is not the time to paint the white walls of heaven"

……

"In the beginning, you had no place to stay and were homeless. Now, today, there are so many people waiting for you."

Onishikawasuke stood with his hands behind his back and looked down at the person who seemed to be in a deep sleep.

"You know, the sun is very warm today."

Ending: Good morning, good afternoon, good night

The first phone alarm didn't work.

But experienced workers will not set it only once.

Yin Ze reached down to grab the thin blanket, poking his head out, and reached out to turn off the ringing phone. He was sleeping in his arms and legs on the bed. The air conditioner had been turned off in the middle of the night, and in the summer morning, he was sweating from the heat. Yin Ze lifted the thin blanket and put it aside, and continued to lie down, half-closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

There was the sound of a light rail passing outside - it was not uncommon to see light rails passing through the windows of the seventh or eighth floor.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, and many tiny dust particles were flying in the light.

Yin Ze slowly woke up, got up and opened the curtains. It was a clear day, a hot summer without any cover, the sun was wandering between the glass of the buildings, like the ripples of a river. The cars were honking their horns lazily, and pedestrians were standing in the shade of the trees with iced milk tea waiting for the green light. The city had its own sounds, it was busy and interesting.

Nothing to do in the morning.

Boil a kettle of water.

Boil the noodles in plain water, add some fried pork in sauce from the refrigerator, and of course, some green onions, it's like a confrontation with the mediocrity of life.

There are PSD files on my computer desktop that have not been completed in recent days. I opened them out of habit: Oh, why are there all kinds of small problems that need to be corrected at a glance?

I ate half a bowl of noodles with soybean paste before I realized I hadn’t even brushed my teeth.

Yin Ze scratched the soft flesh of his belly and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and wiped his face. The cold water refreshed him. He straightened up and looked at the mirror but was stunned for a moment. The face in the mirror was not ugly, but it was not particularly outstanding. The skin was also ordinary. After graduating for many years, the youthful and vigorous student spirit had been worn away. There were a few acne marks and some stubble. An ordinary man.

...It's strange, when I look at myself, I actually feel a little unfamiliar.

Yin Ze cleaned up, came out and ate his noodles, then went to the balcony and looked at the street view. He ordered a soft Yuxi. Grandpas and aunts gathered in the green area of ​​the community. They set up chess and fought, waving a palm-leaf fan in one hand and moving back and forth between the teacup and the chess piece with the other hand. As for the aunties, the night is their home court, with a cost-effective speaker, a round of powerful music, a popular lead dancer, and a fun square dance.

The cigarette was quickly burned out. Yin Ze was stunned for a while and lit the second one.

I always feel like I didn’t sleep well and my mind is empty.

The phone rang.

"Hello?" Yin Ze swiped his finger and answered the call.

"Brother Yin, why didn't you come to work today?" asked a female voice with an authentic dialect.

"Ah?" Yin Ze reacted slowly, uttering a single sound.

"Brother Yin, today is your first day as the lead artist." The female voice said with a bit of amusement, "You overslept on your first day."

"Oh, oh oh..." Yin Ze's mind finally got back on track and he kept saying, "That's right, that's right."

"Then come here quickly, the project is for you to take care of." said the female voice.

The call ends.

Yin Ze covered his face deeply.

No wonder I set the alarm! Today is Monday!

It was like a thick veil was lifted, and many things emerged and began to swirl in my mind.

Yin Ze quickly changed his clothes and put on his shoes. After going downstairs, he did not walk towards the light rail station. Instead, he went to the roadside and hailed a Takuya.

The experienced driver heard the words "Master, please drive faster", so he raised his lips slightly and entered the main road. Even though the traffic was tight, the experienced driver still stepped on the accelerator and always found a shortcut.

Ten minutes later, Yin Ze walked into the financial center building and punched in with his fingerprint.

The company was quiet, the air conditioner was whirring, and it was cool and comfortable. The only sound in the workstations was the keyboard sounds, mostly Ctrl+Z, or Ctrl+Alt+Z. Everyone was wearing headphones and holding a digital pen to scribble, more than a hundred people were meditating in cyberspace.

As soon as Yin Ze walked to Group 2, the old employees started laughing.

"Yeah, Teacher Yin, you finally came. There is still an hour left for lunch break." Lao Cao spoke first.

"Don't talk nonsense. Before Teacher Yin was promoted, he also came at 10 o'clock. After the promotion, he will definitely have to add another hour." Teacher Li also said.

"Is your overtime work regular or not?" Lao Cao asked.

"Of course it's formal. The company has a rule. If you work overtime until 9 o'clock, you can clock in late the next day." Teacher Li said, "The other teacher Yin stays until at least 8 o'clock every day, at least he eats the free noodles as a welfare benefit before leaving."

"Then why wasn't our teacher Yin the Human King last time?" Lao Cao asked again.

"We can't go into details. If we go into more details, we will find that it is Teacher Yin's workplace philosophy." Teacher Li said solemnly.

"You two are having fun, singing in unison." Sister Zhang across the table couldn't help herself.