Tokyo Sound

Yin Ze was taking the subway. Rarely, he did not use the corridor of life to watch TV series or listen to crosstalk. Instead, he returned to the vulgar and close to the masses, browsing the recommended numbers on his phone.

For some reason, his promotional tweet, which was 100% advertising pure, had a high readership, and a bunch of netizens kept @ing him crazily in the comments on Hidaka-senpai's expression, saying things like "We're really not familiar with each other, just acquaintances who like each other's posts", "Elredo is ecstatic", "Royal class warning", "The road ahead is temporarily clear", etc., which were completely confusing.

To be honest, ever since the last war chess game promotion event, N Station has started to occasionally spawn some ghost videos about his persecution.

Once you become a material object, it is like achieving the status of a saint, no longer in the Three Realms, and beyond the Five Elements and Six Paths. You will no longer be yourself, you will be forced to be conceptualized, live forever in this network, accept the kneading and humiliation of thousands of people, and sink into the endless purgatory without rebirth.

If the Holy Grail War were to break out someday, he might even appear as an innocent monster.

As a result, apart from the routine posting of promotional texts and silently forwarding idol photos and silly jokes, Yin no longer dares to gossip about others on his account.

There are probably three types of people following his account now: twisted anime fans, those who only look at the beautiful women's swimsuit pictures forwarded by others but don't take any pictures themselves, and lustful people who covet the beauty of the poster.

...What a sad and infuriating reality.

Oh, let me switch to my private account and take a break.

The small account has posted less than a dozen updates so far, which are some thick illustrations and simple character design drafts, all of which were worked on intermittently on lonely nights when there were no large-scale variety shows.

Basically every one of them has been liked by a user named "Cang Lan Ying".

That person will also leave a few comments like "Is that all?", "I don't think it's good enough", "I can't explain it, but it looks weird anyway".

It seems that Sakura's academic burden is still too light. I'll find time to give her a set of Olympiad math exercises.

But...I seem to have heard of the ID Canglanying somewhere before?

The man scratched his hair suspiciously on the tram.

Hmm? Is there a private message from the backend of the secondary account?

Most likely, the platform assistant is sending some useless message reminders again.

As a pseudo-OCD patient, Yin Ze likes to eliminate the red text prompt of unread messages the most, but after clicking on it, he found that it was actually a private message from a stranger, and it was very official.

"YoShi-P [Note: Yoshida Naoki's nickname]: Hello, Mr. 'Yin Ze'. I came across your work by chance when searching for tags such as 'dark realism', 'fantasy', and 'original painting'. The character design is quite sophisticated, and the degree of completion and refinement of the illustrations are also at an excellent commercial level. In China, it is quite rare to find painters like you who focus on realistic style and have such profound and mature skills. So, please forgive me for disturbing you. Do you have free time to take on long-term outsourcing?"

So far, only Sakura-san is following my private account. It is fate that this guy found me through the tag. But it is a pity that he is now shouldering the responsibility of the main role and also plays several minor roles in other studios. He definitely has no time for outsourcing.

Even so, this message still made him feel like he was dreaming of being a bricklayer in his previous life. Besides, the man was sincere in his words, so the man thought about it and decided to give a proper reply.

"Yin Ze: I am honored to receive your recognition, but I am really busy with work and cannot spare enough time. I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

We arrived at the station just in time and got off along with the crowds of people.

Tokyo's cherry blossoms have long been known in Xun Ge'er's articles. Every season, clusters of flowers bloom, and the light pink spreads all over the cold and hard reinforced concrete city. The withered petals wander around the street corners and rivers, setting off the slender and upright men with red lips and white teeth.

It really illustrates what it means that flowers are as beautiful as cherry blossoms and people are as mighty as warriors.

Today is the dinner party of the Iron Triangle.

The restaurant's decoration style is young rock, focusing on rebellion and avant-garde. The wallpaper is a variety of geometric patterns with a strong sense of design. Popular songs at the top of the Oricon charts surround the spacious space. The customers who come and go are all fashionable young people, and the waiters' uniforms are all tattooed with mechanical skulls.

You can get a glimpse of Tokyo's prosperity from here.

Three newcomers to the industry gathered here again.

"The lonely light years, the endless loneliness drowns my sadness. After burning my youth and experiencing the vicissitudes of life, for whom did I become a red spider lily?"

After not seeing each other for many days, Shimazaki Nobunaga looked dazed and began to recite poetry.

"The smoke and clouds in the sky wiped away the faint sadness. Perhaps I should learn to wait and be melancholy."

"What's wrong with him now?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu sighed.

"I don't know." Yin Ze was no longer surprised and waved, "Waiter, please bring the menu down."

"Hello, what could I order?" The part-time female college student clerk wearing an apron ran over cutely, bent over, holding a small notebook, and asked with a look of curiosity in her eyes.

"Give me three orders of our signature grilled lemon chicken wings, a deluxe hard-crusted Big Mac pizza, a big pot of risotto, and three Hero cups of original beer." Yin Ze inadvertently revealed a bright and refreshing smile.

"I would rather kill myself with pain than just be slightly itchy every day." A certain voice continued to echo faintly, "In the days of growing up, the skin is torn off but the flesh is still connected."

"What's the flavor of the risotto?" The waitress's eyes flickered.

"Maybe it's a little spicier." Yin Ze thought about it.

"Okay, please wait." The female clerk trotted away.

"When we have exhausted our tears, we will laugh heartlessly."

"Oh! They are both dogs, but Inuyasha has Kikyo and Kagome by his side, while I only have Fat Tiger and Suneo by my side."

What is all this mess?

"Brother, you are not just entering the scar stage now, are you? You are a bit late in maturing." Yin Ze reached out and touched the patient's forehead to measure the temperature.

"Your pain is beyond our comprehension." Shimazaki Nobunaga said with a cold look that showed he had seen through life and death. "How can a popular leading voice actor have something in common with a useless supporting actor like me?"

"What about me?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu interrupted, "I'm also a passerby, why can't I understand what you're saying?"

"Don't you even look at what a supporting role you are?"

"Don't you even look at what a supporting role you are?"

Yin Ze and Shimazaki Nobunaga spoke almost in unison, slapping the table in sync.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu expressed his incomprehension of their intense reaction.

"You guys are fine. You're handsome and popular with women. Unlike me, I just eat and wait to die." Shimazaki Nobunaga slumped in his chair.

"I heard from them that, generally speaking, as long as you perform well as a rookie, they will allocate some resources to you." Yin Ze said, "Besides, even if the animation route is not suitable, you can also go the radio specialization route. With your melancholy temperament of a copycat Dazai Osamu and a poor version of Watanabe Junichi [Note: both are famous Japanese writers], and your rich reserve of hypocritical quotations, you can start a series of radio broadcasts and maybe become the godfather of life and emotions for middle school students."

"Will there be female fans?" Shimazaki Nobunaga quickly straightened up and asked calmly.

"Emotional radio stations are mostly listened to by women, right?" said Matsuoka Yoshitsugu.

"But I am a man who aspires to drive a Gundam. How can I give up my passion and become a romantic figure in the eyes of campus girls?" Shimazaki Nobunaga worried.

"Oh, I just like people like you who feel so good about themselves. You don't really think that being an emotional anchor means copying a few irrelevant love poems from the Internet, right?" Yin Ze said happily.

"How hard can it be to trick a little girl?" Shimazaki Nobunaga said disdainfully, "I have a plan. I have no rivals in online dating."

"What's your trick?"

"As a voice actor, I can do the prince voice, the noble voice, the weak voice, the strong voice, the iceberg voice... everything. Isn't that just random killing?"

"I thought it was some kind of devilish scheme. It just made people laugh." Yin Ze shook his head.

"What tricks does the gentleman have?"

Shimazaki Nobunaga suddenly threw away the demeanor of an emotional godfather and became humble and studious.

"Even Matsuoka knows that you have the qualities of a peerless scumbag... a love saint. Can you show us your skills and help us solve our doubts? It's not that I don't trust you, but we all want to broaden our horizons."

"What a joke, I don't even want a girlfriend, why am I pretending to be a love guru and showing off my skills?" Yin Ze was speechless.

"Look, this first sentence is full of gold." Shimazaki Nobunaga sighed, "Just playing around but not giving a name, such a thick skin is the necessary condition to become a scumbag... a love saint."

"Excuse me, this is the meal you ordered."

The waitress intervened with soft words and brought steaming hot risotto, pizza loaded with ingredients, plump chicken wings, and a hero cup of beer as big as the head.

"It's all here. Here's the receipt. Please keep it."

The female clerk stuffed the receipt into the man's hand, winked playfully, and then left quietly.

Yin Ze opened the receipt naturally and found a piece of paper with a phone number inside. He shrugged, folded it in half and put it in his pocket.

Shimazaki Nobunaga, who was watching this scene, was completely dumbfounded.

"… This, this is even possible?! What did you do to get the contact information?"

"I don't know." Yin Ze shook his head mysteriously.

"Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't show off my skills in front of you and lament the past. Please give me some advice!" Shimazaki Nobunaga said loudly.

"I really don't know." Yin Ze still said.

"What a joke! Judging from how skillfully you put your hands in your pockets just now, this is definitely not your first time!" Shimazaki Nobunaga was angry.

"I do receive mail occasionally, but I never call back. I choose to put it in my pocket instead of throwing it in the trash because I'm afraid the owner will be sad if they see it."

"The first lesson is to pay attention to every detail and play hard to get? I understand."

"Huh, that's not right. Wasn't your initial worry about not being able to get the leading role? Why are you talking about this now?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was biting on a chicken wing and drinking beer.

"Yeah, how could I assume that I would become an emotional anchor? I am a man with a soul of steel." Shimazaki Nobunaga shook his head, trying to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind.

"Speaking of which, Matsuoka, that classmate Ogura asked me about you." Yin Ze also drank beer and burped.

"Is that true?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was stunned.

"Well, how about that? Are you close to her?" Yin Ze asked with great interest.

"Not really, we just say hello when we meet. And she's still a student. How should I put it? It's really pitiful to see a little kid gritting her teeth and working hard in the workplace while adults are working. Sometimes when I see she's very uneasy, I'll go talk to her and buy her a drink or something." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu sighed.

"Times have changed. Parents nowadays are too impatient. They want their children to be proficient in ten languages ​​at the age of five, pass the piano performance test at the age of eight, hold a solo exhibition at the age of twelve, give a speech at the United Nations at the age of eighteen, run for president of the United States at the age of twenty-two, and successfully liberate the Third World before the age of thirty..."

Yin Ze sighed for the burdens faced by contemporary young people.

"It's not easy to get involved in society and work properly at such an early age. When I was their age, all I could think about was going home to play games."

"Who said it wasn't?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu nodded in agreement.

“But then again…you have to be more careful with younger seniors like these who debuted very early.” When Yin Ze said this, he immediately beat his feet and stamped his chest, regretting endlessly.

"Yeah, I will. Hey, what was Shimazaki Nobunaga talking about just now?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu turned his head.

"Speaking of which, I'm wandering the world alone." Shimazaki Nobunaga looked at him coldly, "You guys continue chatting, I'll eat the lemon from the lemon chicken wings."

Ding ding ding.

Yin Ze took out his cell phone and looked at the caller ID. He immediately showed a sour expression and chose to leave it on the table and ignore it.

Ding ding ding, ding ding ding.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Shimazaki Nobunaga asked puzzledly.

"Don't bother with the debt collector." Yin Ze munched on pizza.

"Do you owe someone money? Do you want me to lend you some first to pay you off?" Shimazaki Nobunaga raised his eyebrows.

"She not only wants my money, she also wants my life." Yin Ze said fearfully.

"Did they hire a black debt collection company?" Shimazaki Nobunaga frowned. "We can't be careless about this. We have to report it to the police station. What if something goes wrong?"

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu leaned over and took a look, with a complicated expression on his face, "Huh? Isn't this Sakura-san?"

"Who is Sakura-san?"

"A female colleague."

The distracting thoughts that Shimazaki Nobunaga had previously suppressed with his Will of Steel attacked his heart with anger, and his face gradually distorted and became out of control.

Chapter 83: The rear is not very stable

The ringtone of Yin Ze's cell phone was the default, plain and monotonous electronic sound. The caller kept dialing, and the black cell phone kept shaking and buzzing on the desk.

The three people present stopped what they were doing and sat in silence, waiting around their phones.

"Answer it?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu asked hesitantly.

"Forget it." Yin Ze pondered.

"Just answer it... Sakura-san is very narrow-minded." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu advised.

When Yin Ze heard this, he felt phantom pain in his waist and crown of the head. The scene of the crazy female demon going crazy at him kept circling in front of his eyes. He was quite shaken for a moment, and driven by fear, his hand reached for the cell phone.

"Wait." Shimazaki Nobunaga had no expression on his face. He suddenly shouted, breaking the shadow surrounding the man. "We finally have the same day off and can get together for a table. Naturally, we should have a good time and enjoy the free holiday of single men. You want to leave because of a woman, I will never agree!"

"But the arrow is on the string and has to be shot." Yin Ze asked in a deep voice.

"Just answer me simply, do you want to be happy with your brothers or find a girl?" Shimazaki Nobunaga's voice was as hard as cast iron.

"Of course, it's with my brothers!"

"Okay!" Shimazaki Nobunaga's eyes sparkled, "I knew I was right about you. Even if you are destined to be in a love relationship and be entangled in beauty for the rest of your life, your soul is still on our side! You may find it hard to say no to a mere rejection of a date, but for me, it's easy as pie. If you trust me, give me your phone and I'll help you out!"

"Okay!" Yin Ze said excitedly, "Bring me some wine! Give Shimazaki Nobunaga some courage!"

"Do you still need to be brave? Isn't it easy to break up a couple? I can sever the marriage and cut off the red thread with just a few words. It's not too late to drink this wine later!"

"it is good!"

Shimazaki Nobunaga calmly raised the cell phone that had been ringing for a long time and lightly pressed the answer button.