Tokyo Sound

The cold tap water refreshed him.

The boy in the mirror had a red face, dark circles under his eyes, and bloodshot pupils. He was the type who would be pushed to the corner in group photos, and he had never been good-looking or praised since he was a child.

He is the eldest son in the family, but his younger brother is much better than him and his mother is a strong person. He has developed an overly introverted personality since he was an ordinary child.

I don't know where he got the courage from, but he would have a serious discussion with his parents about future choices.

Leaving home alone, without a penny of help, I struggled to survive in Tokyo, where life was stressful. The income from multiple part-time jobs barely covered the expensive rent and food expenses. I lived a dull and busy life chasing unrealistic dreams.

I was depressed for a long time after failing the first firm selection.

I had clearly begun to prepare myself mentally for failure and accept the fact that I had no talent, but I actually succeeded in the second selection just before the deadline.

To be honest, I feel like God couldn't bear it and gave me this chance.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu fell softly on the floor. He had no extra energy and was too lazy to take a shower. He closed his eyes in a daze, and his mind replayed the scene of him getting off the train and coming to this city for the first time.

Compared to his hometown, which was covered in snow and looked a little desolate, Tokyo's lead-gray buildings exuded a bustling hustle and bustle. Walking through the crowds, his little gear had already been embedded and started to turn.

When he first delivered newspapers by bicycle in a big city, he felt fresh and motivated, with blue skies and breezes welcoming him, but his energy faded over time. Lack of sleep, financial worries, and heavy schoolwork made him physically and mentally exhausted.

Struggle slowly turned into struggle.

I jumped into this quagmire called dreams on my own initiative.

So, what will happen tomorrow?

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu took a deep breath and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

……

Yin Ze opened the beer ring and took a big sip, picked up a piece of the delicious food he had packed, and quickly took a puff of his cigarette.

Wow, it's so refreshing.

If your stomach is well-satisfied, your mood will also be good.

He leaned leisurely against the window, admiring the unfamiliar night view.

He never expected that Takizawa had already become a registered voice actor. It really caught him off guard. This was definitely a blind spot in his knowledge.

It is true that original painting inevitably involves exposure to film, television, games and animation. He has also learned about the dubbing industry and often does it by reciting a few of the hero's second-year lines, but he would feel guilty if you said he would personally take part in the dubbing.

The things that seem easy are always the hardest to do.

Everyone can walk, stand, sit and lie down, but how many people can run as fast as Bolt or sleep faster than Nobita Nobi?

Everyone knows how to speak a few words, but most untrained people will have a conflict of tongues when saying something like "red carp", "green carp" and "donkey". People from Sichuan and Chongqing who are good at flat tongue sounds and have made their way in the world know their pain very well.

The same goes for voice actors. They are indeed paid for speaking, but the money is not that easy to get.

...Having said that, we can't just retire on the spot and say "everyone has their own dreams and their own wonders", right?

Yin Ze sighed.

"But... voice acting, it does sound like a very interesting thing."

He raised the beer can out the window.

The lights in the city have been turned on, and the steel and concrete have been painted with various colors of light to create works of art with an industrial texture. At the limit of the sight is a melting waterline.

The transportation lines connecting the life of the city were as bright as if burning. He took a deep breath at the star-like night view.

Even though we are in such a parallel world, as long as we look up at the familiar night sky, we have the illusion that we are still at the starting point.

Whether lonely or not, no matter where you are——

We are under the same night sky.

"What will happen tomorrow?"

The submissive man murmured quietly to himself.

Chapter 6 Boiled Eggs

It was still a little chilly in the early morning of October. Because he was familiar with his bed, Yin Ze woke up automatically at around 10 o'clock. When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

After lying down for a while, he got up and went to the toilet to wash his face, brush his teeth and find something to eat. Since his cooking skills were limited to cooking instant noodles and deep-fried sausages, he pondered over the breakfast in front of the stove for a few minutes.

Forget it, just boil a few eggs in boiled water.

The pot was boiling over there. Yin Ze sat cross-legged on the ground, stroking his leg hair while turning on his computer to watch videos.

Considering that I am already an insider in the industry, I specifically searched for what anime and comics are popular nowadays.

Oh, this one seems to be very popular. Let me take a look at it.

This is a story about swords and magic in another world. The ordinary country boy Sass has no talent to become a swordsman or a wizard, but still yearns for an adventurous life on horseback with a sword.

One day, the enemy army invaded at lightning speed, burning, killing, looting and ravaging the border. Sass's family members died under their iron hooves and the village was burned down.

The young man was dying in the ruins. At this moment, an old swordsman in a black robe found him dying, and the two looked at each other silently.

"There is a lion in your eyes. What's your name?" the old swordsman asked, looking down at him.

"...Sass."

"That's such a weak name."

The old swordsman waved open his black robe, and with the surging sword energy, he killed all the soldiers who had rushed over as they noticed there were still survivors here, then turned away indifferently.

"From now on you are Ryan! The heir of the Lion King Sword!"

Thus begins a wonderful epic of revenge, fall, awakening, and becoming a hero. The kingly plot, wonderful painting, beautiful music, and high-budget production are different.

Yin Ze watched the PV with great interest, nodded seriously, and did not plan to buy the disc.

Click on another equally popular campus romance anime.

An ordinary high school student, but he has a rare disease that will kill him if he doesn't fall in love. He is also extremely afraid of marriage, so in order to survive, he can only keep deceiving girls.

Suddenly, cheerful and exciting light music started playing.

"Wait...! Yuuji! Did you just see it?"

In the picture, the childhood sweetheart with red twin ponytails is standing on the stairs, covering her skirt and looking back in shame. Freeze the frame, zoom in and show the CV name.

"Senior Yuuji, you're here again today. What book do you want to borrow?"

The next second, the camera cut to the library again, and a little liberal arts girl with short blue hair and glasses looked up expressionlessly.

"I am completely different from common people like you. Maybe after you lick my shoes clean, I will consider it."

The tall, blonde, rich girl, the student council president, lifted her hair and spoke condescendingly.

"Senior turns out to be a landlubber, hehe, so lame."

The energetic junior from the swimming club with tanned skin stood by the pool in a tight swimsuit and spoke cheerfully.

"Why didn't you bring your school badge today? Didn't I tell you many times?!"

The discipline committee member with long black hair and a domineering look, with his hands on his hips, said helplessly.

"Hehe, so you transferred to this school and ran away here... Why, are you surprised to see your ex-girlfriend?"

The purple-haired beautiful girl with a Yamato Nadeshiko style said happily with an intriguing smile.

The female characters flashed around in a montage of clips, and the voice actors read the commercial narrations one by one.

"A heart-stirring love farce in Shura Field☆～!"

"Number of distinctive female characters~! You need real talent to get a spot at the happy ending~!"

"Hey, you'll choose me, right?"

"The most chaotic and fiercest battle in history has begun~~!"

Yin Ze exited the video directly, chewed an egg, and looked through the profile information. As expected, it was adapted from GalGame.

Do you think you can attract me by selling characters and harem? How superficial! I am a parallel visitor with a vision that transcends ten years.

Wow, this cover is so eye-catching that I clicked on it unconsciously.

"Ran Guo Lan Si 3"! [Note: Ran Guo Lan Si refers to Sengoku Lan Si, a plot-oriented SRPG released by Alicesoft. Putting aside the 18X part, the overall quality is actually above average]

"The continent is in turmoil again, and the reclusive god of war is making a comeback!"

"The Saint of the Church, the Princess of the Demon Lord, a magnificent chapter where darkness and light interweave!"

"The Cretaceous Beasts Mercenaries are back! The legend is back!"

“Exquisite unedited OVA, now on sale!”

Although the time is extremely short, it does not hinder understanding.

It’s wonderful! The symmetrical and neat color matching, the agile and powerful human body, and the perfect light and shadow matching are truly a rare masterpiece.

Let me search for the game itself again.

Yin Ze lit a cigarette with a smile and typed on the keyboard. The beauty of the day began with the appreciation of excellent cultural creations. As an original artist who was capable of handling a variety of styles, this kind of hit product would naturally be studied carefully.

As a result, the sudden knock on the door shattered the peaceful morning, frightened him so much that all his enthusiasm for learning was extinguished.

Boom boom boom, bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang——

"Here it comes, demolition?!"

Yin Ze threw away the mouse in annoyance and walked quickly over to open the door.

The result was not the expected middle-aged decorator wearing a baseball cap or the sewer worker with a big nose and red overalls, but a slender young woman with short hair that was below her ears, and capable and chic.

Yin Ze looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Hello? Who are you looking for?"

The other party was also staring at him closely, and for some reason his brows were getting tighter and tighter, as if he was very dissatisfied, especially when he saw the Seven Star cigarette between his fingers.

His eyes suddenly darkened and his tone became dangerous.

“Do you smoke at home?”

Now it was Yin Ze's turn to feel inexplicably guilty and asked curiously.

"Fuck, isn't smoking allowed in rental houses in Japan?"

"You still dare to talk nonsense? You seem so proud of yourself. Throw it away immediately!" The woman's words carried an irresistible pressure.

"Oh oh!" Under the pressure of majesty and momentum, Yin Ze quickly did as he was told and threw it into the corridor outside, and stomped on it several times with his slippers.

The woman sniffed at this time, vaguely aware of something, moved forward and sniffed carefully, then widened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"It still smells like alcohol? Are you still drinking?"

"Just a drink, just a drink!" Yin Ze waved his hand quickly.

"It's only been a short time since we last met, and you've become like this?" the woman said with regret.

"...Miss, is there anything I can help you with?" Yin Ze was completely confused.

"What did you call me?" the woman asked back with a raised eyebrow.

"Beauty?" Yin Ze hesitated and changed the question.

"Oh, you have become more socially savvy and eloquent, and you don't even need to call me teacher anymore." The woman smiled coldly.

"..."

At this moment, he remembered that this person should be the class teacher and he should go to school today.

Grass!

He totally forgot!

"Hey, teacher, why did you come to see me? I said I would go to school today. Why did you come to my house in person?" After a second of shock, Yin Ze quickly put on a familiar and gentle smile.

"Will you really go to school like this? I'm afraid you don't even know where the school is or which class you're in." The woman said, holding her hands.

To be honest, that’s true.

"Hey, come in and sit down. Teacher, have you had breakfast? I just cooked a few eggs." Yin Ze stepped aside and motioned for him to come in.

"No need, pack your bag and follow me now. My car is parked downstairs." The woman said calmly, "Remember to remove the rubber band that binds your hair."

Yin Ze naturally nodded and did as he was told, and hurried back to turn off the computer, check the stove, and put his phone in his pocket. As for the schoolbag she mentioned, she couldn't find it.