Tokyo Sound

"There are no restrictions on the creative techniques and tools. For example, you can use a knife to carve out wood grain, kitchen paper to absorb excess paint, a dishwashing sponge to create stains, or use sardine cans to create embossing. This one is the most unique work so far. The broken glass symbolizes death, and the lonely baseball represents the abandoned childlike innocence." Sakura Ayane said angrily.

"No, this is actually... just using a ball to break a piece of glass, and the pieces are all over the floor, right? Huh, and it's a sculpture subject? Could this guy be here just to kill time?" Yin Ze was suspicious.

"You don't understand, do you? This is called Dadaism [note: it arose in Zurich, Switzerland during World War I], an art movement that questioned traditional art and contained a rich modern humanistic spirit and core."

"But it's really just a piece of rotten glass."

"No, in the eyes of a true aesthetician, this is a live broadcast of withering death."

"But there's a sign next to it that says 'This student has failed. His perfunctory behavior is outrageous. He is hereby publicly punished.'"

"Ahhh you're so annoying!"

"It's just popular science, why are you so angry?"

Yin Ze was puzzled. Today was another day when he couldn't understand Sakura.

Chapter 64: I thought there must be some profound ideas

A man with both talent and beauty, and a woman with no talent and no morals.

It took them about half an hour to go through the student exhibits of various colleges on the ground floor. During this time, Sakura persevered in trying to explain painting knowledge to him. Impressed by this guy's enthusiasm, Yin Ze also interacted with her without reservation and helped her fill in the gaps on the spot.

But every time he shared selflessly, the girl would make a "tsk" sound, looking quite unhappy. After making the "tsk" sound three times, she would get angry, and this would repeat over and over again in a cycle.

As we all know, the biggest difference between amateur scientists and real scientific researchers is not their origin, knowledge or background, but the seriousness with which they treat the truth.

Even if a lot of hard work has gone into this achievement, as long as others have sufficient evidence and data to determine that it is wrong, scientific researchers will put everything aside and accept this "truth of the world."

However, amateur scientists will never give in. Even if Einstein were to come back to life and shake his head and say no, they would still sneer and wave their draft paper firmly, announcing that they have completed the grand unified theory. [Note: Since there are only four forces of interaction between microscopic particles, namely gravity, electromagnetic force, strong interaction force, and weak interaction force. In theory, all phenomena in the universe can be explained by these four forces. Further research on the connection and unity between the four forces and the search for a theory or model that can unify the four forces is called a grand unified theory.]

The more humans lack something, the more they express their desire for it. Sakura is still too childish. Although her online nickname is "mature and steady adult", it just shows that she is childish and confused now.

But it doesn't matter.

As for little ones, the easiest way to get along with them is to appease them according to their temper. After all, they are not your own, so you don’t have to worry about whether they will be spoiled or get out of control.

then.

"This touches upon my blind spot in knowledge. I want to know the answer no matter what. Please teach me, Mr. Sakura!" Yin Ze bowed his head and asked sincerely for advice.

"Ah? Really?" The girl's eyes, which had once seemed to have lost some strength, glowed again.

"Of course!" Yin Ze was eager to learn.

"...Well, since you are so sincere, I will tell you reluctantly. The warmth and coolness of colors are created by contrast. Sometimes, to create a matching cool color, you don't really need to use pure purple, blue, or cyan."

As Sakura Ayane spoke, she carefully observed his reaction, fearing that he would kill her halfway. However, this time, that person acted as respectfully as a believer listening to a Catholic preaching.

"On the contrary, you only need to add low-purity gray to achieve a harmonious relationship between cold and warm. If it is digital painting, you can even adjust the saturation parameter."

After successfully delivering her speech, the girl finally felt better.

"So that's it! That's how it is! This problem has puzzled me for many years. Now that you explain it to me, it's like seeing the light through the clouds. My eyes are suddenly opened!" Yin Ze felt like he was reborn and bowed to express his gratitude.

"After all, this is a relatively advanced theory. It's understandable that you don't understand it. But it doesn't matter. As long as you have a eager heart to learn, you will understand everything." Upon seeing this, Sakura Ayane swept away her previous pouting and sulking, and smiled with satisfaction. She even tried to go further and tiptoed to pat his shoulder in an old-fashioned manner.

"We've almost finished looking at the works below. Alas, after all, they are just exercises by students who have not yet lost their childishness. There is not much to say about them. Let's go to the top floor to see the special solo exhibition." Sakura Ayane shook her head.

"You're right, Sakura-san. No, it's Sakura-sensei. You are a man of high rank who has read all the Ukiyo-e paintings, swallowed up all the Greek and Roman paintings, and exhausted all the skills of Florence. How can these petty fights suit your taste?" Yin Ze said solemnly.

"No, no, no, hehe, it's not that exaggerated."

"Not an exaggeration at all! It's even a little understated!" Yin Ze emphasized, "In terms of talent, Bernini [Note: Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini, Italian sculptor, architect, painter. An early outstanding Baroque artist and the greatest art master of the 20th century] would feel ashamed of himself. In terms of character, Modigliani [Note: Amedeo Modigliani, a famous Italian painter] would have to be admired. In terms of innocence, Picasso [Note: Pablo Picasso, a Spanish painter and sculptor. He is the founder of modern art and the main representative of Western modernist painting. Picasso is the most creative and influential artist in the contemporary West and one of the greatest artistic geniuses of the th century] would also be envious!"

"...Uh, keep your voice down." The girl said in a low voice, feeling the gazes from other people nearby.

"No! I must be like those priests who preach the gospel! I must sing the praises of my teacher's greatness to the corners where even light cannot reach!" The man's expression was solemn, as if he was chanting the Bible. "People only know that Western painting has a long history and treasures are as numerous as stars, but they don't know that there is an inheritor from the East here. He picked up a brush at the age of three, was good at shaping at the age of five, understood graphics at the age of eight, deciphered Eastern freehand and fine brushwork at the age of twelve, and integrated everything into his own style at the age of fifteen!"

"How could our country have such a genius?" Passersby who didn't know the truth turned around and exclaimed.

"Of course!" Yin Ze patted his chest and said proudly, "And he's not a stupid fool! He's young, beautiful, lively and adorable..."

"Ahhh, are you going to die?!" The girl's face turned red with shame and she pulled him and ran away.

Anyway, the cooked red-skinned duck kidnapped the talkative housewife who was bragging to the store owner, and she escaped to a remote corner.

"Can you please keep your voice down?" Sakura Ayane glared, "It will bother others."

"Oh, you want to give a humble compliment? I see." Yin Ze understood, covered his mouth, and approached the girl, whispering like a mosquito snitch, "She is young, beautiful, lively, cute, smart, and charming..."

"You're teasing me again, you're teasing me again." Sakura-san was so angry that her eyebrows raised. She picked up her hand knife and started slashing at him, talking as she hit him.

The man was beaten to death by the combo, and hurriedly held his head to beg for mercy, calling out to his mother Ye...the heroine, please hold back.

"Let's go to the cafe and take a rest." Yin Ze suggested sincerely while squatting in the corner and rubbing his crown.

Since it is a rare opportunity to come here, you might as well sit for a while and enjoy the bohemian afternoon tea.

then.

Yin Ze looked at the water in his hand, and then looked at the leisurely girl opposite him who was transformed into a British socialite, sipping warm Keeling black tea, with a frosted white sugar brownie cake placed in front of her, and was covered in a halo of lights.

“Why am I Baishui?”

"You want to become an outstanding young person in the United Nations? You don't want me, who has no source of income, to use my pocket money to treat you, do you? You can order by yourself. Here is the bill."

He took it and glanced at it, feeling that drinking cash was just like that.

“Water is the source of life. After you have tasted all kinds of flavors, you will find that this colorless and tasteless water is the best to drink.”

The man put down the list, took a sip of water, then quietly reached out and touched the exquisite snacks.

Snapped.

The girl slapped his dog's paw away in a cool manner and asserted her sovereignty.

Alas, compared to the happy sharing and even feeding in the seats around them, this pair of people in the double row was really indifferent.

Okay, eat less snacks and read books and newspapers.

Yin Ze spread out the free magazine.

"Surprise! He is the most popular artist of the season. The ranking of the most satisfying winter Japanese dramas is out!"

"Ranking of actresses with the most beautiful lips"

"Ideal ranking of juniors"

"Ranking of idols with the cutest canine teeth"

"Ranking of comedians who can create the best silhouettes with their buttocks"

"Ranking of male actors with the worst taste in private clothes"

Of course, there is also the "BKB48 General Election" which is extremely popular and makes a lot of money. Consortium B just couldn't resist this temptation and copied it in a similar way, which made the situation of The Idol King 2 even worse.

"Japanese people seem to be always obsessed with voting and all kinds of fancy rankings. They can't extricate themselves." Yin Ze sighed as he looked at the magazine.

"Being able to quickly and swiftly learn about trends in various fields and hobbies of all age groups is a convenience that can only be enjoyed in the information age. The same goes for buying clothes. It's very convenient to know what's popular among the public right now," said Sakura Ayane.

"Why do you want to know?"

“Because many people value their integration with the people around them and seek a sense of security by integrating into society.”

"It's the same old topic again."

Yin Ze turned the pages and read ten lines at a glance.

"Indeed, in the Edo period, due to the sumo 'banfu' [note: refers to the ranking of sumo wrestlers], the custom of ranking food, beauties, and beautiful paintings was derived, which became a major entertainment hobby of the people. Tracing back further, it may also be influenced by the order of seniority and the pyramid-shaped sequence system of the vast Chinese civilization. Although emphasizing unity and collectivism is not a bad thing, the various emphasis details make people feel more like restraint and oppression, and the female group is also relatively weak here."

Not a swear word?

"Hey, you just said something that has humanistic value." Sakura was shocked, "So you really are a top student at the University of Tokyo."

"..."

"But it's true that girls are influenced by 'stereotypes'. For example, they would definitely not go to a ramen restaurant or Yoshinoya [Note: a Japanese beef rice restaurant], and it would be impossible for them to go there alone." Sakura Ayane added.

"Why."

"It will give people the impression that you are not feminine. In other words, you lack femininity. If you dine alone, people will feel pity for you."

"Then are you going?" Yin Ze asked.

"Yes, because it tastes really good, and it's quick and easy to make." Sakura answered, then she was a little embarrassed and muttered, "Isn't it true that I don't look like a girl?"

"Whether she is a girl or not, this gender issue depends on physiological phenomena, and whether she is a normal person depends on the results of psychological diagnosis."

Yin Ze drank the water calmly.

"Anyway, I will never judge based on someone's subjective impression or even prejudice. I think you are very good right now, and you don't need to be affected by the boring atmosphere here."

“… Humph, that sounds nice, but actually you guys don’t like cute and coquettish girls.” The girl held the porcelain cup, her eyes wandering around.

"Everyone loves beauty, but that is all about striving for a better self, not doing it to please a certain group. For example, the 'Top Ten Tips to Becoming a Popular Urban Girl' written in this magazine, the intention and target audience are completely confusing." Yin Ze pointed at the magazine and expressed his opinion.

"...You are the first person I have ever met who thinks this way."

The girl looked at him in surprise, as if she was updating her knowledge.

"But have you never just gone with the flow?"

Of course there are. For example, a noble DOTA [Note: a MOBA game, famous for being more hardcore] veteran downloaded Honor of Kings just to have something to talk about with his female co-workers.

"Worldly wishes will be shattered in the face of reality. What attracts people to a domineering president is not his domineering nature, but the fact that he is a president." Yin Ze said in a dark voice that people could not understand.

"You've always wanted to eat cake, right? Okay, here you go." Sakura looked at him a few more times and suddenly became generous.

"I actually have some aspirations, such as traveling around the world. After all, it would be very fulfilling to complete such a thing, right?"

Yin Ze finally grabbed the cake and continued chatting happily.

"Oh, come to think of it, I met a senior named Ritaka at work before. She had similar interests to mine. She was so insightful at such a young age. She was so precocious and outstanding that people envied and felt sorry for her. Although she was very good at dealing with people, she always seemed alienated from life... She must be unwilling to act, but she was restricted by the bias of this society."

Snapped.

As soon as the dog's paw picked up the cake, it was slapped away again.

"It seems like after saying so much, you just want to indirectly praise that high school senior?" The girl sitting opposite laughed, her eyes cold.

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Chapter 65 The Biggest Secret

Sakura, who didn't use her brain at all and only used her hands, finished the high-end dessert set, replenished her sugar, became energetic, and laid the seeds for the growth of fat in the future.

In order to satisfy her thirst for knowledge, Yin Ze, who was acting as a supporting actor by reminiscing about the thousand-year art history in the Corridor of Life, had his brain cells burning with energy and could only drink three large glasses of water under the waiter's contemptuous gaze.

This consumption is equivalent to him watching seven or eight episodes of "The Inspector General of the Song Dynasty". It's really a huge loss.

On the way to the top floor in the escalator, he secretly made up his mind that he should not indulge this guy anymore. Eradicating a spoiled young lady is also a good deed that benefits both himself and society.

"There are so few people up there." Sakura Ayane leaned her elbow on the boy and looked down.

The school exhibition on the ground floor and the middle section including the restaurant of the museum are constantly crowded with people, and there is a sense of spiritual collision among like-minded people. However, there are only a few people walking around on the upper floor, and they are either middle-aged people with exquisite clothes and outstanding temperament, or amiable old men with a strong bookish air and accompanied by caregivers.

The audience is completely different.

"By the way, we've been here for most of the day, and you still haven't told me whose solo exhibition is on the rooftop." Yin Ze disdainfully pushed away the little hand that treated him as a tram handrail and asked.

"I don't remember either." The girl scratched her head.

"Wow, you can't do that. It's like going to an internet cafe. You sit down before you start thinking about what game to play and then call your friends to play."

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, our main purpose today is not to see art." The girl shrugged.

It's simply heretical!

Yin Ze criticized himself in his heart, feeling disappointed that he was so careless in this sacred gathering place of pure art inheritors.

Well, never mind. I shouldn't have had such high fantasies and expectations for this vulgar girl from the beginning. She had already exhausted all her life's learning to be able to talk about the contrast between cold and warm.

Compared with the joyful and relaxed evaluation atmosphere in the conference hall below, the narrow circular top floor was almost silent.

The glass on the wall was covered with blackout curtains, the lights in the corridor were deliberately dimmed, and there was a small light above each painting hanging on the wall. So when you look out, you can see the glittering lights in the dark corridor.

Like a group of lighthouses twinkling in the Black Sea, they opened up a route called an audience.

The floor was covered with soft carpets, which made the few guests step on them silently. Their figures slowly intertwined in the dimness and blur. From time to time, they stopped in front of the paintings and stared at them in silence, like moths circling the holy flame, unwilling to retreat. If they wanted to move forward, they would have to make great determination and courage.

Yin Ze shuddered suddenly, as if an invisible cold wind was brushing across his face. The ice flakes were as thin as a knife blade, passing by indifferently, cutting a small cut that caused a slight sting.

He subconsciously touched his face, but it was fine, nothing was wrong.