Tokyo Sound

Yin Ze smiled knowingly again, it seems that the teacher is indeed a passionate person!

"I've met many impressive juniors, but I have to say you're special." Onishikawasuke put down the pen in his hand, his eyes deep, "... after all, you're the first student to sit across from me with a roast chicken."

"This is a popular item on the third floor of the school cafeteria, which has the highest per capita consumption. Only 100 are sold at noon every day. After I queued up hard to get it, I wanted to deal with it first and come back later, but when I heard it was an emergency, I had to be rude." Yin Ze apologized and, considering that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, took away the fragrant packaging bag.

"It's not rude. I haven't had dinner yet."

"?"

"Haha, our school cafeteria has a many-year history. When I was a poor student, I often waited for everyone to get their meals and then ate the leftover cold soup because it was cheaper." The dean nodded and talked about the past.

"The past that has never knocked you down will become your strength. But now that you have achieved success, it would be a bit hypocritical to recall the good times. How about this, let me fulfill your teacher's regret. I will go to the cafeteria and bring you a fresh meal, okay?" Yin Ze said emotionally.

"That's too much trouble. We can just share the chicken." The old scholar said as he rolled up the sleeves of his old suit.

"..."

After clearing the documents to both sides, unwrapping the exquisite packaging and putting on the gloves provided, the two began to enjoy the famous Dongda roasted chicken. It was fat but not greasy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, juicy and smooth, with an excellent taste.

"Dean, what do you want to talk to me about?" Yin Ze asked, looking at the old man who was eating heartily.

"What do you think?" the old scholar said half-jokingly.

hiss--

This answer gave him PTSD.

The seemingly meaningless words are actually full of deep meaning. This can be used as a starting point for salary cuts, starting with courtesy and then force, and working slowly. It can also be a way to get something for nothing, confessing without being asked, exposing slacking off at work and mistakes at work. There is no change, and there are many things hidden in the world. Once it comes out, blood will be drawn.

"Students are stupid." Yin Ze responded with some nonsense pretending to be innocent.

"Nothing, just guess." Onishikawasuke smiled.

"Could it be that I did not actively participate in the previous class activities and violated the spirit of unity of our school?" The man threw out a small bait.

"Whether others are lonely or not is their own decision. We have no right to interfere or even blame them." The dean shook his head.

"I was reading a light novel on my phone in class, but I forgot to mute it, and the otaku song rang out in the classroom. The teacher was furious and punished me for reading the light novel in public, saying it was a disgrace to the school."

"It's understandable that your job requires you to be exposed to these things. Besides, I heard that you are quite devoted to your studies and have strong empathy. Apart from the fact that the content is a little difficult to be accepted by the public, like a one-person play, the drama club has also sent you an invitation. It can barely be considered an interesting story."

"Could it be that my attendance is so bad that the teacher thought something bad had happened to me and just ignored my name?"

"I promised before that as long as you pass the make-up exam, I won't care about these things. I still have some face here." The dean thought for a moment, "Of course, it would be best if you try your best to prove that you didn't get into a car accident."

“Then I didn’t do anything else…”

"Hey, think carefully, what popular activities are there in the school recently?" The dean tore off a chicken leg and reminded him.

Yin Ze stared at the chicken leg with thick meat and skin. Hearing this, he pondered for a moment, and then a spark flashed in his mind.

"Oh, I remember now. The school seems to be holding a Top Ten Singer Contest recently. You must want me to sign up and shine. But I'm really not cut out for it. I had to record songs for an idol game before, and the tuner was forced to work overtime. I understand your expectations, but I'd better not go up and make a fool of myself." The man said as he busily pulled off another chicken leg.

"Don't worry, you stupid fellow. Your talent won't be needed this time."

"What do you mean?"

"I need your sex appeal." The dean, who is nearly 70 years old, said seriously.

"???"

I was so shocked that the chicken leg almost fell off my fingers.

"In addition to the singing competition, haven't students also been planning an event called "The Most Beautiful Faces in the University of Tokyo" recently?" The dean knocked on the table.

"...Uh, university beauty pageant? To decide who will be the campus belle and campus hunk?" Yin Ze asked tentatively.

"good."

"Excuse me, but why should people like you and me, who are of noble character and independent of the world, pay attention to such vulgar activities?" Yin Ze felt puzzled.

"It is true that the appearance is not as brilliant as the soul. But appearance always attracts others first. Since ancient times, we humans have this bad habit of focusing on appearance. You have to know that not everyone has the vision to appreciate the inner beauty." The dean sighed, "And every time at this time, the gossip fire of the masses is ignited, the attention level rises sharply, and the number of online searches increases, but the general public outside the school does not care about our annual paper output and research results. They come for the beauty. However, the results of each election are often not satisfactory."

"In order to fight back against the criticisms of mediocre people, we need a beauty to step forward and save us... No, with our size and status, we don't need to be saved, right? We don't even need publicity." Yin Ze said strangely.

"No. The problem of a serious imbalance in the ratio of men to women in our school has always existed. On a larger scale, it can be extended to the social gender differences. On a smaller scale, it is the lack of a harmonious campus atmosphere. Every time we have a social gathering with other schools, we can't hold our heads up. Especially those from Waseda University, who always take advantage of others' misfortunes and add insult to injury, and hold election activities at the same time. They are all young ladies and gentlemen who can afford the high tuition fees, eat and wear well, and come to stab us poor students who study hard!"

The dean was filled with rage, waving the chicken leg in his hand like a sword, and the oil at the corner of his mouth was like the blood of his enemy.

"In recent years, the prestige of Tokyo University has never fallen, but it has become a little old-fashioned. Students and parents across the country recognize our strength, but they vaguely think that Tokyo University students are all pedantic people who wear thick glasses, are dull and introverted, and are out of touch with fashion. Even Kyoto University has further expanded its sense of familiarity with its students' unique and joyful daily life of performance art, and even its overseas popularity has soared. We have to carry the baggage of the old era! Ridiculous! When I was doing sports, they didn't even know where they were--!"

"Uh, is it that serious?" Yin Ze scratched his head.

"Except for the ace majors, everyone is almost the same. This is when campus culture construction plays a key role. We must maintain the long history and glory of No. 1 High School and continue it. Let those scoundrels who are eyeing the throne retreat without a fight!" said the dean with emotion.

"Then, what should I do?" Yin Ze felt that he probably couldn't escape this important task.

"Do you remember that one time when you were eating alone and someone from the photography department took a picture of you?"

"It seems to be the case."

"It is said that the member exchanged the right to use the photos for the price of a meal, and then submitted the photos to the audition, and now he has been shortlisted for the top 100." The dean said, "So I came here to ask you to take a few more normal photos so that you can smoothly participate in the next battle."

"???"

"Let them know what the eternal power of the monarchy means!" The dean said firmly, holding the chicken wings.

A few minutes later, the confused man came out carrying a garbage bag filled with chicken bones.

The phone rang.

The agent's incredulous voice came out.

"Takizawa-kun! I just found out today! How come you still don't have an official photo yet!"

“Because I haven’t been to the company yet.”

"How dare you say such shameless words so easily!" Kashiwa Ippei was furious, "Get it done for me within this week!"

"It seems like this photo can be used in various occasions, right? Should I rent clothes? The cost..."

beep.

The call ended abruptly.

I didn't expect that I was surrounded by people who coveted my beauty.

Ugh.

Chapter 51: Did I Win?

Every boy should play games. This is a kind of modern romance.

Where there are people, there is a world of martial arts. The world of players is the ladder list and competitive points, and Internet cafes and arcades are like the Dragon Gate Inn with people coming and going. There are unknown passers-by, as well as first-class masters who order two taels of Coke and operate sharply with one hand, and there are also old birds holding cigarettes, half-closed eyes, krypton gold, and killing all around.

The flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers are all hidden behind the network of electric wires. Show operations, counterattacks, humiliating offline deaths and passionate confrontations are being performed every second. Grudges and entanglements are like lingering dark clouds.

This is a cruel battlefield that does not tolerate weakness and mercy, but every boy enjoys it, his face distorted as he fights in the vortex.

However, in this sacred place that resembles a Roman gladiatorial arena, there is a glaring stain.

A young man and woman are playing King of Fighters.

The Nobleman of Fire and the Red-haired Killer Matt on the screen should have been mortal enemies, but now they are kicking and punching each other affectionately and massaging each other, without feeling the thrill of a horizontal fighting game at all.

The boy looked like a real person, and when he smiled, he looked just like the vicious, deceitful villains in idol dramas. The girl was young and beautiful, with a short sporty ponytail, a sweatshirt, and a tomboyish look, but her smile was as refreshing as an iced drink on a summer day, making people unable to take their eyes off her.

Damn it, if you want to date, go to a coffee shop or a movie theater. Why destroy the holy fighting spirit here!

The hardcore gamers sitting in nearby seats felt unfair.

The fierce Kusanagi fist and the violent Yagami-ryu ancient martial arts became a loving cat fist in the hands of these two people. This is not e-sports at all. The back-and-forth attack and defense are actually flirting! How can those who practice their skills devoutly tolerate this!

"I'll go get another glass of water." The girl seemed to be having a lot of fun. She left her seat happily and went to find a vending machine.

The boy nodded greasy and artificially, without saying anything, pretending to be an expert, and continued to practice his moves.

Ugh.

Yin Ze pulled the joystick and sighed secretly.

Although Sakura is smart and motivated, it is increasingly difficult to meet his needs. It is okay for him to play in a team, just treat it as a pendant that increases the difficulty, but he has to be treated unfairly in battles, and he must not be too harsh. He must be as friendly and harmonious as a kindergarten teacher, watching Peppa Pig with the children, happily appreciating the special effects and animations of super kills.

Times have changed. Now, in the mobile phone address book, there is a tool man Nobunaga Shimazaki with better skills and more tacit cooperation. Tool man No. 1 Sakura can slowly withdraw from the environment and lock the warehouse according to the situation.

"Hello." A powerful voice suddenly said from behind, "If you don't mind, would you please spar with me?"

Yin Ze looked up and saw a man with glasses and wearing a jacket with sun patterns. His hair covered his ears, his face was firm, and his eyes were flashing with the brilliance that only single people can have.

The surrounding players all looked at him with a trembling face.

"you said I?"

"Yes, of course. If you refuse to fight, that's fine too." The man with glasses folded his hands, his aura as majestic as Mount Tai.

"That's great, come on." Yin Ze happily pulled his brother to sit in Sakura's seat, his expression brightened up again, "Would you like to add some bonus? Game coins? Drinks?"

"I just want to regain the peace here." said the guy with glasses coolly.

The players were excited and deeply moved, and they gave thumbs up in their hearts to this unknown hero who saw injustice and came to the rescue.

"That's not some small pawn. I recognize him. He's a regional-level expert." The sharp-eyed old player said with a stern expression.

The brother with glasses nodded, silently accepting the encouragement and expectations from all sides.

I will use the bloodiest fight and the most satisfying victory to tear off your disguise as a pretentious person. After suffering the shame of defeat, run away holding the hand of your girlfriend. You should know that this is not a place for romance!

"This version is indeed not very popular, and not many people come to play it. You should call your friends to come along. Not only will you get discounts, but you won't have to go through the trouble of looking for opponents." Yin Ze didn't care and chatted.

Even when death is imminent, he is still mocking me for being single.

The little fat on the glasses brother's face stood up, showing a bit of fierceness.

Women will only hinder the accuracy of my observation.

In your eyes, this is just a dessert to show affection, something that you can throw away if you can’t finish it, but for a regional winner like me, this is an honor worth remembering and a precious memory that we will grow old with.

The despised popular person and the brave and skilled overlord sat side by side in front of the machine. Some people could not help but run behind them to watch the battle.

The selection was completed quickly and the scene immediately shifted to the ring.

Greasy and handsome guy is a typical loser, and all his picks are strong in the version. The glasses guy is very comfortable with the game, and the question mark randomly selects people.

A few seconds later.

"Oh my god, I can get these three randomly? Script?" Yin Ze was almost dumbfounded when he saw Iori Yagami, Chizuru Kagura, and Goro Daimon [Note: all characters in The King of Fighters] opposite him.

Are you using 502 [note: a kind of super glue] to stick to your hands?

"Humph, for a true fighter, the choice of players is all predetermined by fate. My main players have responded to me." The brother with glasses said solemnly.

What a burning fighting spirit! The spectators behind were also in tears.

Master.

Yin Ze couldn't help but become serious.

3, 2, 1, Ready——Fight!

As soon as the voice fell, Kagura Chizuru on Yin Ze's side used Shadow Jump and the Godspeed Blessing to close the distance like a shadow. The glasses brother subconsciously defended, and with years of experience, he cleverly resolved the wave of temptation. Unexpectedly, the white-clothed and long-haired Kagura family leader failed to find the flaw, so he stopped in time and used the command throw that ignored the defense, throwing the tall and strong Daimon Goro out.

As soon as the judo player landed on the ground, he rolled up seamlessly. However, before he could regroup, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes. Kagura Chizuru hit him in the face again. After a series of punches and kicks, the Japanese man was thrown from one side to the other.

He actually got the upper hand at the start.

Humph, a little trick, putting a bid on selling Seoul!

The brother with glasses remained calm, pressing his fingers wildly, and Goro Daimon stood up and used the thunder to shake the ring. He interrupted his opponent's old trick and then ran wildly, jumped up and pressed hard.

It's time to show your skills. Once you are touched, you will be unleashed with a violent combo! For a person who is obsessed with sensual pleasures, it is already very good to be able to perform tricks. Do you still want to find a flaw? It's a fool's dream!

A Japanese judoka and a slender Japanese woman collided with each other. There was only a body length between them. They kept pushing each other and fighting for a few seconds. Between the punches and kicks... the muscular man's pectoralis major was touched!

With a very light hand knife, the middle door was opened. The weak and fragile woman suddenly became murderous. The essence of the Kagura-ryu ancient martial arts burst out in an instant. Her clothes fluttered, her figure was hazy, and she injected her strength into the enemy's body as gracefully as a dancing butterfly, causing serious damage invisibly.

Goro Daimon's health dropped sharply.

The old guys watching the game were terrified and stamped their feet in anxiety.

The glasses guy was a little surprised, but he was a big-game player after all, so he immediately figured out the problem. Before the two previous throws, the opponent had tried two rounds and almost guessed his most familiar defensive habits and awareness, and he changed the rhythm for the third time and hit the target.

Skilled combos, silent reading, this Chi Mian who seems to be only good at picking up girls is actually an out-and-out fighter? !

After quickly figuring out the whole story, the guy with glasses became more motivated to fight again.

So what if you lose half your health at the beginning? Even if your health is very low, as long as you can move, you can create miracles. This is the charm of fighting!