Tokyo Sound

"Mature and steady adults: Huh?! Who are you looking down on? I have been dabbling in painting, piano, dancing, singing, and foreign languages ​​since I was a child. I have been exposed to a wide range of cultural aesthetics."

"Minotaur Chieftain: Oh my, you're exaggerating. I never thought Sakura-san would be such a liar that even I am ashamed of myself. To be honest, it's not easy to fake this inner qualities. You're better suited to playing your true self and going for the silly and cute route."

"Mature and steady adult: Ahhhhh! You must come out today!"

"Tauren Chieftain: Hahahaha! My legs are on my body, can you still drive me out through the Internet? This is really ridiculous."

Today I will teach young Sakura a good lesson and let her know what the Master of the Cyber ​​World is, the immortal electronic ghost of the Internet.

Yin Ze's fingers were so fast that the keyboard of his phone could hardly keep up with his input frequency, and it became stuck. When he thought of the underage teenagers in the distance who were so angry at him that they jumped to their feet but could do nothing, he showed a sinister smile.

Knock, knock, knock. Knock on the door.

"Who is this——?" Yin Ze howled in a shrill voice. Who was this villain who disturbed him from performing the Wan Jian Gui Zong technique?

"The disabled but strong-willed woman you mentioned." A cold and ruthless voice outside answered faintly.

The man suddenly became like a duck being strangled by the neck, his whole body stiffened in place, and the sword energy in his heart instantly disappeared. He was also like a fleeing soul caught up by the Black and White Impermanence, being put in a soul-binding chain, losing the ability to speak and move his body.

"Open the door." The Grim Reaper outside the door ordered.

"You've got the wrong address." Yin Ze used all his skills to change his voice and timbre, pretending to be a man in his thirties or forties, and said with full energy, "I'm here from China to visit my relatives. Little girl, you must have remembered the wrong house number, right?"

"Haha, if you can, please speak a few words in Chinese."

"Mosuo is Chinese. I don't know the authentic Sichuan dialect, but the problem is that I don't seem to understand it." Yin Ze spoke his hometown dialect.

Wuchang outside was put off by the flower-growing dialect, which he couldn't understand but clearly didn't sound like nonsense, and seemed to doubt whether he had found the wrong person.

"Little girl, who are you looking for? Maybe I know who you are looking for." Yin Ze saw that there was a chance, and excitedly chased after him.

"A college student in his 20s, male, somewhat handsome."

"Oh, I remember. Go upstairs, 3-4. I saw him taking out the trash this morning!"

In fact, 3-4 is a country girl who went to Beijing to study. She happened to be a liberal arts student, so she would occasionally come down to ask him questions and share her homemade stew pot cooking. In short, she is a virtuous and gentle woman who beats the unpredictable outsiders.

He must have been working part-time at the ramen restaurant during this period and was not at home.

"Okay, I'll go upstairs and take a look. Sorry to bother you, uncle."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. The girl has such a nice voice and is so polite. She must be very smart. It's a great blessing for a boy to have a girl like you come to his house to play."

"Okay, bye uncle."

"Yeah, bye."

Holding his breath, listening to the footsteps and the sounds of people going up the stairs outside gradually fading away, Yin Ze pounced into the bed like a hungry tiger, pulled out his pants and clothes, put them on, fastened his belt, and checked the condition of his wallet.

It's as if I've signed a shitty contract with the end of reincarnation and am racing against destruction.

Take off your socks, put on your shoes, and rush out the door!

Now the sky is high and the sea is vast, allowing fish to leap freely.

Although I don't know how the address was leaked, fortunately it has not been thoroughly proven. Later, when chatting with Sakura, I have to mislead her a little and release wrong information to confuse her and make up for it.

The location of the true body is the lifeblood of the Internet Key Immortal, and must be treated with caution!

Yin Ze went out to take a look, and after making sure it was safe, he turned back and closed the door with satisfaction.

As a result, the door opened, revealing a person hiding behind it.

The chill spread from his heart to his limbs, and all the pores on his body closed tightly in fear. He thought of the protagonists in those horror movies and realized the sadness that mortals would be caught up by death no matter how hard they ran.

The fear and madness that the investigators felt when they looked directly at the ancient gods were no different.

The man who was rated as a professional in Texas Hold'em in facial expression management, even at this moment, when he was caught off guard and saw something indescribable, still maintained a decent smile. This was his reserve and dignity as a human being.

"What a coincidence, Sakura Sotos, uh no, Ayane-san."

"I just heard from someone that you don't live here." The girl, who was about to enter her second year of high school, folded her hands and looked at him with a smile.

"How could this be? I hate liars the most. Who is that person? I will go find him. Really, don't these people know that the mouth can cause trouble? It's like a signpost who points you in the wrong direction. How stupid they are." The man said righteously.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Sakura twirled her hair with her fingers.

"Nothing much. I suddenly remembered that the caregiver at the nearby nursing home had asked for leave today, so I thought of going to lend a hand and do a good deed." The man puffed out his chest.

"Aren't you busy at work?"

"I have always cultivated my moral character first, and then sought wealth. Even if I have a mountain of gold, if I behave badly, I will only cause trouble to society."

"Oh? You're a nice person?"

“It has always been a small goal of mine to become a recipient of the United Nations’ Outstanding Youth Award.”

"Hmm, are you done?" Sakura nodded without comment.

"What?" Yin Ze was stunned.

"Last words." The beautiful girl spit out her snake tongue.

"Wow, no! I know a lot about astronomy and geography, and there's still a lot I want to say! If you find it troublesome to talk about the period from the Big Bang to the extinction of the dinosaurs, we can start from the Warring States period which is easier to understand. Let's talk about Uesugi Kenshin, who was dressed as a man in a white scarf and plain clothes - ahhhhh!"

The evil invaders from the other stars tried to kill the civilized fire bearers. The human beings, the cultural recorders of the world, howled in despair after being recognized with tears by the dean.

At the same time, those real keyboard masters also felt sad and heartbroken.

It seems that somewhere, a legendary key master also died, his skills were destroyed, and his will was lost.

Chapter 63 Huh?

So, the female demon and the wounded wandering soul came to the grand and spacious art museum in Minato Ward, which was also the former site of the Tokyo University's Institute of Production Research.

Designed with the concept of "an art museum in the forest", the National Art Center is mainly used to hold exhibitions, display collections, and popularize art education. There are also shops and restaurants inside, so you can find a place to eat and drink when you are tired of shopping. It is very user-friendly.

The exterior is made entirely of glass and is surrounded by a courtyard with many plants. The logo is a Chinese character made up of many red lines - "New".

In short, it has a very upper-class vibe.

This winter in Tokyo lasted much longer than usual, so everyone wore more clothes. The one Yin Ze was wearing was the same jacket as Shirou Emiya, which he had been forced to buy by someone.

Generally speaking, props with plot stories like these will be given recognizable names to highlight their uniqueness, such as Lothar's Edge [Note: from DOTA], Shiva's Guardian [Note: from World of Warcraft], GSD's Ultimate Wave Blade [Note: from Dungeon Fighter], Shidong Wang's Old Windbreaker [Note: from Diablo], and Aihe's Special Effect Insecticide [Note: from Fleet Collection].

Adding a prefix to an item makes it shiny and cool. If there is an enhancement level in front of it, it will be an absolute disaster.

For example, "Stinky Socks" is definitely not as powerful as "+13 Giant Viking War God Gu Noble's Stinky Socks." The latter even sounds like a rare equipment in a game.

For this reason, Yin Ze would like to call this piece of clothing "Legendary/Immortal·Sakura's Instigated Justice Winter Jacket", let's just call it the Sakura Jacket.

Damn, I always feel that in the future I will be forced to buy Sakura pants, Sakura shoes, Sakura belts and the like.

As for the reason for choosing it today, it's simple... there are no other clothes in the closet. His predecessor left him very little property, and some of the old clothes really didn't fit him, so he sent them to aid organizations, hoping to bring some warmth to children in the third world.

With more outgoings than incomings, Sakura's top was the only thing he could wear out.

But in Sakura's eyes, this was mistakenly seen as an apology and a sign of weakness in which he admitted that he had wanted to sneak away before.

How ridiculous! He is obviously a man who doesn't want to waste time arguing with a woman with long hair and little knowledge!

Although he didn't say it explicitly, the man knew that he had won, and had already won too much over the spoiled young lady.

Most of the people walking in the hall looked like students, and they were all dressed very fashionably. Yin Ze and the girl were among them. His ears were red, not because of the cold, nor because he was shy when hanging out with someone - it was simply because of the physical tug before.

Humph, a good man doesn't fight with a woman.

"Today is a joint exhibition of student works from five art colleges in Tokyo," Sakura Ayane introduced.

"A mere student like Zhan dares to call himself a super crossbow level?" Yin Ze looked around with pride.

"Just take a look. As for the real thing, it's the personal exhibition on the top floor. Only a few hundred tickets were issued to the public. Do you know how long I pestered my dad to get one? In the past, I only needed a hug, but today I had to kiss the cheek to get one. So you can imagine the level and grandeur of the exhibition on the top floor." Sakura Ayane snorted.

Poor father was played around by this guy.

"Then let's look forward to it for a while." Yin Ze said.

As they talked, they started walking around together. Although they were an eye-catching combination of beauty and talent but no talent or morals, they still gave off a sense of a housewife duo searching for fresh, cheap and high-quality goods in the vegetable market.

A few minutes later, they stopped in front of a painting by a student from Tama Art University.

Sakura Ayane looked up at it for a few seconds, then a serious and thoughtful look as if she had discovered a delicious dish emerged on her face, and then she suddenly realized, and nodded, smiling lightly, thinking it was wonderful.

The girl looked back again and saw the boy who seemed to be unaware of the importance and remained calm. The sense of superiority in intelligence and spirit immediately satisfied her.

"Can you see it?" Sakura Ayane cleared her throat.

"It's okay." Yin Ze said.

"Does it look good?"

"generally."

"What? Haha, how shameless." Sakura showed a look of disdain, as if it meant that low cultural level made it difficult to communicate with others, but she still said in a tone of being really helpless and aggrieved, "Forget it, let me explain it to you, so that you can improve your aesthetic quality and knowledge."

"In that case, I'd like to hear the details." Yin Ze lowered his head humbly to learn, not sitting in a well and looking at the world from a narrow perspective.

"Yeah." The girl raised her hands in satisfaction, looked at the painting again, and said after a little consideration, "This landscape oil painting depicting the woods and fields has a solid foundation, the colors are orderly, and it is very academic. It reminds me of the famous Russian landscape painter Shishkin [Note: Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin, one of the most representative landscape painters of the Russian Itinerant Exhibition School in the 19th century, and one of the founders of realistic landscape painting in the late 19th century. His representative works include "Noon in the Suburbs of Moscow", etc.], who also pays attention to structure. But after all, his skills are not deep enough, and the texture and effect processing are a bit weak. It can't reach the realism of that master, which is a bit regrettable..."

"Because this painting is not realistic, right?" Yin Ze tilted his head and said after thinking for a while.

"What do you think?" the girl asked in a mean way.

Unexpectedly, the man continued talking without stopping.

"The countryside, the flat perspective, the church and the cottage, the strict perspective vanishing point, the pastoral flavor with a very special sense of age, and the focal perspective. These factors and the composition, in my limited knowledge, are obviously influenced by the Dutch painter Meindort [Note: Meindort Hobbema, one of the great Dutch realistic landscape masters]. Maybe it was his painting "The Path in the Woods" that inspired the painting."

"Huh?" Sakura was stunned.

"And this method of describing objects with outdoor light has a bit of impressionism. But then again, who in modern art has not been influenced by the theory of light and color?" Yin Ze added, "After all, he is a graduate student, so he combined several things well."

"You're right, young man. I think the exploration of light and color and the application of scientific principles is no less great than the classical use of light and dark space." A gray-haired elderly tourist nearby couldn't help but agree.

"……Eh?"

"Breaking away from dependence on history and religion, abandoning traditional concepts and procedures, and no longer clinging to being commissioned to paint portraits of the Pope and court nobles, the content and themes of the works no longer bind people's hearts. This is indeed a grand revolution," Yin Ze said firmly.

"Not bad, not bad. If we were always driven by the Vatican's charlatans to preach, paint all kinds of Bible stories, carve Jesus statues and build churches, civilization would be much more boring." The old tourist smiled happily.

"That's right. Although the Renaissance was later used by the ugly bourgeoisie to fight against the Vatican, there is always light shining in the darkness. Money may be corrupt, but the countless immortal aesthetics born during that time have been passed down." The man nodded repeatedly.

Unexpectedly, the old and the young had the same opinion. They immediately shook hands and talked about the past and present.

"...Anyway, it's a rare opportunity to appreciate such a well-made traditional work up close. Oh, right! The beauty of hand-painted art lies in the texture of the paper and pen, and the unknown nature of the mixed colors." Sakura interrupted their academic exchange, separating the two and saying, "Come closer and feel the beauty of nature!"

"Then this is for you." Yin Ze handed over a flyer of a maid cafe that he picked up on the way here.

"What?" The girl was puzzled, and then she pushed it back in a righteous manner, "Please don't reveal your vulgar hobby in such an elegant place."

"No, I'm lending it to you to block your breathing." Yin Ze said.

"Why should I block my breathing?" the girl was puzzled.

"These are works without glass barriers, and human breath is warm. When you look closely at the paintings, your breath will definitely fall on the canvas. Although it is faint, if more people look at it during the few days of the exhibition, the paintings will change color."

Yin Ze said strangely.

"So some people like to carry small fans or something. It's all to block their breath when they get close. This is common sense when you're at an exhibition. Doesn't Sakura, who has received higher education since childhood, know this?"

"Of course I know." The girl grabbed the flyer, put it in front of her mouth and nose seriously, and studied it closely.

The man waited patiently for a while, and felt that she had studied it enough. He said, "Let's try another one," and then walked away with his hands behind his back.

The girl, whose eyes were numb from staring, seemed to be liberated and followed closely.

A few minutes later.

"Wow, the formation of this color block is worth talking about. You must have never heard of it." The girl said frivolously.

"Yes, I know. After dipping a hard boar-bristle brush in paint, press the brush tip vertically on the canvas. This technique is not commonly used and is usually only used in special places. You see, he doesn't use it well." The man shook his head.

"Eh……?"

The second one a few minutes later.

“This one is really personal, and the rich paint creates a visual feast!” The girl clenched her fist.

"At certain stages of a painting, it is often impossible to further shape it because too much paint has accumulated on the surface. This painter used too much color and should be more restrained," the man commented.

"It's just talk, but you have the ability to talk about the solution."

"It's very simple. Just take a piece of newspaper and stick it on the area with too much paint. Rub it gently with your palm and then peel it off to remove the top layer of excess paint. This was invented by a painting professor in London."

"..."

The third one a few minutes later.