Tokyo Sound

"Go watch TV." The girl smiled perfunctorily.

Yin Ze said nothing and silently left the kitchen. He went to the balcony immediately to check if Sakura's top hanging on the clothes hanger was dried in the sun.

To be honest, he missed Sakura a little. At least compared with that guy, he always seemed so outstanding, wise, versatile, and charming, and his life was full of dignity and glory.

But here, he has been demoted from a role model of contemporary youth to a lazy man who does nothing but idle away his time and energy.

This cannot go on.

Since entering this family, I have been gradually corrupted.

Aze, you have to understand that comfort and laziness will destroy an ambitious and passionate young man. You must not let down your psychological defenses! It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality!

Thinking of this, Yin Ze sat up straight, turned off the variety show, and chose the science education channel that spreads knowledge. He placed his hands flat on his knees, not even touching the melon seeds or peanuts, and entered a state of pious asceticism.

The range hood on the stove not far away was buzzing. It was obvious that Uchida Maaya was an old hand, and she operated everything in an orderly manner. Soon, the aroma of food, which was different from the light breakfast and more tempting, teased the man's olfactory nerves.

Damn it, it's ruining my practice all the time!

I can eat a steaming hot lunch without any work, and I don't even have to wash the dishes afterwards. How can I swallow the shabby rice and tea in the refrigerator when I go back?

We must not give in like this!

About half an hour later.

"It's time to eat." The female chef called out.

"Here I come!" the lazy man responded.

There was a meal for two people on the table. In addition to the classic set meal of salt-grilled saury, rice, and miso soup, there were also beef fried potato cakes, teriyaki chicken, and several side dishes. For a home-cooked meal, it was already a sumptuous meal.

"Come on, let's have a taste of my cooking." Uchida Maaya said confidently, "You said you would come before, and you brought it this time."

"Who would normally go to someone else's house to eat for free?" Yin Ze said, holding up his chopsticks.

At most, she would go upstairs and stay there. After all, she and Xiangyue were both from the countryside, so it turned out that her hard work was due to the environment.

He pierced the fish body with the tip of his chopsticks, turned out the tender white meat inside, picked up a piece, dipped it in soy sauce, and put it in his mouth.

Although it was a miniature grill at home, it still had a good flavor. The heat was just right, the fish skin was crispy, and the meat was tasty. It went well with rice. Just a few bites aroused my appetite. My body after a hangover was more eager for nutritious food than usual. I poured some miso soup on the white rice and ate it with a slurp.

"How is it?" Uchida Maaya could clearly see that the other party had a good appetite, but she still couldn't wait to ask for his evaluation.

"It smells so good!" the man said simply and powerfully.

"Hey, as long as it suits your taste." Uchida Maaya then picked up her chopsticks and chewed slowly. "You can come here often when you have nothing to do. It's so close anyway. Although I don't know where you live exactly, didn't we get off at the same stop last time?"

"It's not good to disturb your family frequently." Yin Ze said with a bulging mouth.

"My brother has to go to school and there's not many people at home on weekdays. Don't bother me if there's anything wrong." Uchida Maaya put the delicious part of her saury onto the other person's plate.

"Where are my uncle and aunt?" Yin Ze asked curiously.

"My parents work away from home and only come home once a month or so. Didn't I tell you about my father before? " Uchida Maaya lowered her head and broke up the rice that had stuck together into small pieces. "The living standard in Tokyo is quite high. We can't sit idle. This house is also rented."

"In fact, many families in Japan rent houses," Yin Ze said with emotion. "It seems that no one cares much about owning a house of their own."

"Why do you have to buy a house?" Maaya Uchida asked casually.

"A sense of belonging, or a sense of security." Yin Ze thought for a moment, "The results of your efforts are more real than a number on your bank card. In addition, in such a changing society, there are very few things that you can be sure belong to you. Many people do not want to be a drifting leaf, but want a 'home' that truly belongs to them. For this, they are willing to work hard for half their lives."

"But houses are expensive, right? For example, in a place like Tokyo, if you add the land and taxes, it's a huge sum of money, enough to rent for many years." Uchida Maaya said, "And what constitutes a 'family' should be family, not cold concrete. For me, whether it's here with my brother and parents or in the countryside with my grandparents, they are all home."

"Actually, apart from these sentimental thoughts, it is also a great benefit in terms of life. For example, it is close to a good school, which makes it convenient for children to go to school. It is close to the city center, which makes it easier to work or get things done." Yin Ze spread his hands, "Besides, even male birds know how to build beautiful nests to show their abilities to attract female birds, let alone us? Both are two adults, one owns a sea view apartment in the harbor, and the other rents a simple apartment. The former is definitely more successful and more popular."

"That's what I said, but I'm not picky about this. I grew up in a remote town in the countryside where there wasn't even a coffee shop. When I first came here and faced the prosperity, I did have a feeling that 'living here is what it means to live.' But as time went by, I gradually felt that cities also have their own bloat and symptoms." Uchida Maaya said slowly, "Everyone is on the way to the subway, and even stray cats are moving very quickly when searching for leftovers in the trash can, as if they would be eliminated if they were one second behind."

"You seem to want to retire at such a young age. Your father is trying hard to make a career for himself. Why don't you inherit his ambition?" Yin Ze joked.

"What about you? What do you think?" Uchida Maaya rolled her eyes.

"It's the same answer again, just be happy. Save some money, travel around the world, and when you want to calm down, find a livable place to stay." Yin Ze said with great concentration.

"Even if it would make you look more respectable and be admired by others, but when the weather is good and you feel relaxed, you can just leave?"

"Ah."

"Even if you get married?"

"Then I can't leave..." Yin Ze sighed, "This person is most afraid of taking on responsibility."

"So for the sake of 'family', you can give up your favorite, free lifestyle?"

"How else can it be called 'responsibility'?"

"Haha." Uchida Maaya suddenly laughed.

"What? What does this laughter that is three parts mocking, three parts indifference, and four parts intriguing mean?" Yin Ze wondered.

"No, no. I just think that although everything in a big city is so fast, whether it is meeting or parting, it is just a matter of passing by, but it is also because of this efficiency that I can connect with more people. Just like you and me, if I am not in this city, I will not meet you."

Uchida Maaya's tone was vague.

"But time flies by here. There's no leisure. We meet and see each other anytime and anywhere. Life is filled with all kinds of things. Unconsciously, we have less contact, no intersection, and no words. Gradually, we have created a greater distance from the people we used to know."

"I have really heard a lot of truths, but I still can't live a good life."

Uchida Maaya spoke softly and paused.

"Do you think our friendship will be like this?"

Yin Ze felt the seriousness in the girl's words.

He temporarily stopped wolfing down the delicious food.

The sun is just right outside the window.

My thoughts suddenly scattered.

I inadvertently thought of a lot of things, some from another world and some from this world.

"It's true that not everything can be mixed and put together again like a fried egg. There are always some people in life who go from being familiar to being unfamiliar. You said you would support each other, but in the end, you will still be returned to the vast sea of ​​people."

The man turned his head and looked at the sun-filled, sparkling street scene from afar, feeling a little sad.

After a while, he scratched his hair again with amusement.

"But our friendship has just begun, and you're already worried about severing our ties and never seeing each other again...isn't that a little too advanced?"

"Women are all sentimental." Uchida Maaya stared at him for a few seconds before looking away.

"You are so reasonable, and I am so mature and steady. There will definitely not be any weird awkwardness between us, or any nitpicking, let alone breaking up the friendship or never seeing each other again." Yin Ze said with a snort.

"Yeah." Uchida Maaya smiled, she was pretty, with beautiful eyes and eyebrows.

……

Uchida Yuuma finally woke up.

I looked at the time, it was 4pm.

Well, my biological clock is completely messed up.

He stretched himself, got up and opened the door.

The living room was empty, and when I woke up, I felt lonely and isolated. There was a note on the table, which said that my sister had given my mother a receipt and left the house, and there was some leftovers in the refrigerator, so I had to take care of myself.

As for the uninvited guest, he must have left. The pajamas on the sofa could prove it all.

Fine.

Play some games to activate your brain cells.

Today it was officially announced that it had been cleared.

Uchida Yuuma whistled a little tune and picked up the controller to prepare for battle, but soon he became confused, his expression became distorted and ferocious, and his sad and angry voice resounded throughout the home.

"Hey, where's my save file--??!!"

Chapter 92: Di La La Du Du

Yoshitsugu Matsuoka is reading the script.

Yin Ze seemed to be taking a nap with his eyes closed, but he was actually playing "A Step into the Past" in his head in cinema mode. [Note: refers to the 2001 TV series starring Louis Koo]. The ultimate lossless Blu-ray HD, supports Chinese and Cantonese bilingual switching, and 360° surround sound. The treble is sweet, the mid-range is accurate, and the bass is powerful. In a word, it is transparent.

The life of a newcomer at the bottom of the industry, starting from childhood, is so plain and boring.

And Shimazaki Nobunaga, who was firmly in the third position of the iron triangle, was writing furiously with a signature pen in a fake cowhide-covered portable diary bought from a 100-yen store. He was seen frowning, smiling, pondering, and squinting his eyes, all of which were wonderful.

Occasionally he would chuckle, just like a cliché villain who couldn't contain his joy while planning a dark plan.

Yin Ze exited the supreme cinema mode and looked at the weirdo beside him who was writing at high speed with an evil smile on his face. He suddenly felt a little scared.

I remember that when Light Yagami picked up and understood the usefulness of the little black notebook in detail, he laughed like crazy without any conscience when he was carrying out the New World Plan and recording the names of the enemies who were getting in his way.

"What are you doing?" Yin Ze finally couldn't help but speak out, "Did you win the lottery or was you cursed?"

"I'm working on the outline." Shimazaki Nobunaga glanced at him, his words revealing the elegance that only men of letters could have.

"What outline?" Yin Ze was stunned.

"Novel outline." Shimazaki Nobunaga said slowly.

“…I thought that changing your Line signature to all sorts of corny literary phrases every day was already the limit, but I didn’t expect you could be even more desperate.” Yin Ze stood in awe and retreated tactically.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, but I heard that most unemployed young people in their twenties fantasize about being writers."

"Your words are full of contempt for the noble group of light novel authors. I cannot accept that." Shimazaki Nobunaga stopped writing in dissatisfaction.

"Oh? You are planning to write a light novel? Have you found an illustrator? Remember to look for an experienced master with a fashionable and clean style. You must be careful with the illustrations." Yin Ze suggested kindly.

"Of course. I've been looking for illustrators from all major platforms recently. I've also stopped spending money on gaming to save up for royalties," said Shimazaki Nobunaga.

"If you find an artist you like, you can send me his works first. To be honest, I also dabble in painting, so I can help you to check it out, right?" Yin Ze said frankly, "Also, you don't have to stick to this, you can expand your horizons to the international level, such as ArtStation, Yiguo Forum, you can check them out."

"I have found a few painters that I really like." Shimazaki Nobunaga touched his chin.

"Really? Let me take a look?" Yin Ze showed some interest and said seriously, "This is an important step that is directly related to the quality of the work. We must be extremely careful."

"...Wait a minute, this is a light novel, not a light painting collection. Shouldn't the article I wrote be the key to the quality of the work?" Shimazaki Nobunaga interrupted him.

"What?! The value of a light novel is determined by the quality of the writing!" Yin Ze was shocked.

"What you said is just nonsense!" Shimazaki Nobunaga was speechless.

“But when I look at those sold in bookstores, they are all competing to see whose heroine is more attractive, and whose villain is more charming. No one cares about what is written or what literary value it contains. Anyway, it is enough to be able to identify with the gentle male protagonist.” Yin Ze recalled.

"What a biased statement from a frog in a well. Humph, those things you mentioned are just cannon fodder that will be abandoned by the publisher before 4 volumes. They are necessary but meaningless sand and gravel that make up the industry, and they are just the fantasy of incompetent mediocre people who want to eat swan meat. When it comes to light novels, we have to look at those masterpieces that have been actively adapted into animation and comics, developed in all-round commercial ways, and recognized by the market!" Shimazaki Nobunaga snorted.

"For example, the book we are dubbing right now is called 'A smartphone with solar charging function descends into an alien farming world with an average deviation of 20 and leads the beast-eared tribe to conquer the world'?" Yin Ze raised the script in his hand, read the lengthy title in one breath, and cast a strange look at his brother, "Is this the standard for a masterpiece of light novels?"

"This is an exception." Even Shimazaki Nobunaga was a little embarrassed. "I mean those masterpieces that have sold tens of millions of copies, are serialized for dozens of volumes, and have both good reputation and box office success."

"for example?"

"For example, for example... Oh! "Dark Reincarnation Fantasy"!"

Yin Ze shuddered when he heard that.

"What's wrong with you?" Shimazaki Nobunaga asked in confusion.

"It's just a little stress reaction, it's okay." Yin Ze rubbed his arms and sighed, and after a while he asked a soul-searching question, "What exactly is a light novel?"

"I don't know, but what is certain is that there must be illustrations, a plot that pleases male readers, and a lot of beautiful girls." Shimazaki Nobunaga said in a firm tone.

"Then doesn't Lao Cao's Dream of Red Mansions also count as a light novel?" Yin Ze was stunned.

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"So you don't even understand the definition and concept of what you want to write?" Yin Ze asked again.

Shimazaki Nobunaga was silent for a while, and then he probably couldn't answer, so he began to shake his head and pretend to be deep, "Once you hesitate whether to do it or not, you lose the qualification to be a hero. Instead of lamenting that the road is difficult, it is better to set off immediately."

"Prepare an umbrella for sunny days and stock up on dry food. You are going all out without doing any market research. Isn't this just heading for failure?" Yin Ze clicked his tongue.

"What do you think?" Shimazaki Nobunaga raised his eyebrows.

"In my humble opinion, light novels are a type of popular literature that emphasizes entertainment and efficiently conveys the intention of popular literature, popular literature, and popular literature. The target audience is from junior high school students to college students. The range occasionally fluctuates, but it is definitely aimed at young people."

The man skillfully pushed the non-existent glasses on his nose with his middle finger and began to analyze.

"Interestingly, as a text, its competitors do not seem to be traditional novels, but other spiritual consumer goods of completely different types - animation, comics and games. Personally, I think that light novels are not a school of thought, nor a brand-new genre. Its essence is a commodity classification, a marketing concept operated by a publishing house."

"…But what does this have to do with my creation?" Shimazaki Nobunaga asked after a few seconds.