Tokyo Sound

"Now that we are all famous people, we should be more ambitious."

Yin Ze bought an extra bottle of coffee and handed it to the old man, and the two started chatting on the spot.

"How about it? Which role did you come to try out?" Nagasaki Yukinu asked slowly.

“My agent has reported it to me.”

"It fits the character that Kashiwai wants." Nagasaki Yukinu complained first, then leaned in and whispered, "You've read the script, right? This time, the main output of the Dream Tapir Girl is all female voice actors, and the selection criteria for the male lead are not strict. After all, there are no technical difficulties throughout the whole story. What the production side wants is for it to be easy to use and not a drag. It would be better if the price can be cheaper."

"...This request is too realistic." Yin Ze was a little speechless after listening to the sound monitor's hint.

"The funding is limited. You don't think that all animations are as well-funded as the one produced by Jehei and Admiral Yunyanfu, the character you voiced not long ago? For an ordinary one-season series with 20 minutes of content per episode, hundreds of original artists have to be mobilized just to draw the pictures. The investment is large, and the cost recovery is not fast. Without a rich man to support the business, of course a small company has to be frugal." Nagasaki Yukinu shook his head.

"From what you said, the auditions for the female roles are all over?" Yin Ze asked again.

"Well, it happened a few days ago."

"Is there anyone I know? Would you mind telling me?" Yin Ze asked curiously.

"Yes." Nagasaki Yukinu said, "For example, your IM company's Kugimiya Rie has a supporting role."

"How come the mainstay of our company is only a supporting role? There are so many experts over there? Is the competition so fierce?" Yin Ze asked curiously. Kugimiya Rie, that is a strong person with supreme light environment, a senior who turns decay into magic, a mind control master who turns insults into praises, how can she lose?

"You haven't seen enough. Look at what you said. Oscar winners don't have to play the leading role in a movie. Forget about the supporting role. There are a lot of veteran actors who just play supporting roles." Nagasaki Yukinu said, "Besides, if they have fewer lines, they can get less money, but they can still use their fame to promote the movie. This way, the cost-effectiveness is high."

"So who will get the female lead?" Yin Ze was very curious.

"Well... I suggest you take a look at it on the set when the time comes. There's no point in telling you in advance." The usually generous and kind old man suddenly turned into a fox. He stood with his hands behind his back, said a few meaningless words with a smile, and waited for a long time but still didn't answer the question.

"?" The man felt puzzled by the sound monitor's calm and mysterious attitude.

"Hey, let's meet at the recording studio later." Nagasaki Yukinu waved his hand, holding a cup of coffee, and walked away leisurely.

Your curiosity has been piqued, but you only say half the words. This is really irresponsible.

Yin Ze angrily opened the pull ring of the coffee in his hand, took a sip, bought a bottle of carbonated water, and returned to the lounge the same way.

2 hours later.

The good brothers walked out of the recording studio side by side as if they had just finished an exam, and stretched their bodies to the world.

The spring in Tokyo is not like the winter when the city is blanketed in snow and fills the view, making a vivid impression. Instead, it passes by quietly and invisibly, leaving behind only a pile of just right things.

Just the right temperature, just the right weather, just the right birdsong and fragrance of flowers, even the thigh flesh above the girls’ over-the-knee socks is just right.

"We can finally work together." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu first looked back at the small building where he worked, then took a deep breath of the fireworks in the afternoon and sighed.

"We have worked together many times before, right?" Yin Ze was slightly stunned. "With the two of us plus Shimazaki Nobunaga, we must have been to a lot of places together, right?"

"This is the first time that someone like this is not an unknown passerby, but a member of the main team, right?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu turned his head to look at his friend. His smile was full of innocence that was rare in the city, reminiscent of wheat fields blown by the breeze and pine cones carefully hidden by squirrels under the snow.

"Hey, you look so good as a second male lead. You should be more ambitious." The man learned and put it into practice.

"That's enough, that's enough." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu waved his hand calmly, "Just be grateful and do your best."

For a work that focuses on female characters, the set must be crowded with female voice actors from all walks of life. According to previous information, one of the faces of their IM agency, Rie-san, will also be there. The working environment at that time is very harsh. In this case, as a male supporting role, I will not participate in the female part, but I will have rich exchanges with the male lead.

On the one hand, you can sit in a corner and enjoy the peace of mind, and on the other hand, you can formally act opposite your good friends.

——What an ideal result!

He is not impatient, but accepts the adversities with his patience. The breeze blows over the hills, and the bright moon shines on the river. There is a hint of Buddhist nature in the way Songgang behaves.

——I am really far inferior to you! Yin Ze thought with shame.

"This job can be considered a breakthrough in your career. Well, let's be a little extravagant today. Let's go out for a nice meal and have some drinks to celebrate!" the man proposed heroically.

Not like holding hands with your agent, which is full of hidden evil intentions and fakeness.

The hug between Yin Ze and Matsuoka was genuine and full of affection.

The two people walked away humming a very old Showa tune. The increasingly dark sunset cast two long and thin shadows behind them.

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「Voice Actor List」

"Akizuki Mingyu: Hidaka Rina"

"Fujigenkai: Takizawa Satoru"

"Chiyo Mido: Rie Kugimiya"

"Beninah: Matsuoka Yoshitsugu"

"Kirsukiri Mitsuru: Ueda Kana"

"Kamikaze Yui: Isuzu Yumi"

"Horie Mitsuba: Yahagi Yuri"

"Ichimatsu: Sakura Ayane"

Chapter 96 Intertwined Changes

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu got up early, opened the window, took off the coal-brick nightcap on his head, and embraced the sun.

The water temperature of the morning bath is cool, and with grapefruit-scented shower gel, the whole person feels refreshed. Breakfast is a small sweet orange, a small bowl of aseptic egg rice, a thin slice of cheese bread, and bagged fresh milk. The amount is just right, just enough to fill you up. It is steamed and cooked with little oil, rich in nutrition and full of vitality. In terms of clothing, the cotton and linen lining is soft, comfortable and breathable. The dark jacket is loose and fashionable, and it is not easy to make rustling noises that affect work. The long sleeves also perfectly meet my need to roll up my cuffs frequently when I am nervous. It is very good.

Put wet wipes, dry wipes, throat lozenges, charging cable, spare coins and scripts into the cross-body bag in order.

Check the gas and tap water carefully.

Lock the door, open it, lock it again, and turn the handle.

"Xiaosong, are you going to work again?" The white-haired old man wearing reading glasses and reading the news in a newspaper at the foot of the building greeted kindly.

"No, I'm going to work." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu responded with a smile.

"Thank you for moving the air conditioner last time."

"Hey, it's just a small matter. You've already thanked me several times."

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu pedaled his bicycle skillfully, nimbly passing through the gaps between buildings and streets, like a flying squirrel jumping in the jungle. His slightly curved spine, tight trouser legs from pedaling, and flying short hair and tails all exude the youthful vigor.

It was still early, but this was a city that never sleeps. Refrigerated trucks loaded with fresh produce drove by steadily, cars passed by one after another, and everywhere on the road one could see early-morning workers and young people who were still full of energy after a night of indulgence, as well as uncles who had played pachinko all night, holding wrinkled cigarettes and looking sad.

His speed never slowed down because of thinking about the direction, and every turn was made with a certainty that came from practice.

Experienced taxi drivers always have a traffic map in their minds. They know everything, whether it is the intricate lanes, the road conditions at different times, or even the timing of traffic lights at a certain intersection.

The same goes for Yoshitsugu Matsuoka, except that he doesn't drive a car, but is an experienced newspaper deliveryman.

In the familiar neighborhood, he always changed his usual cautious and steady self, and rode his bicycle as gliding as light, delivering reports with lightning speed, because the sooner he finished, the longer he could sleep.

Now when I ride along these roads, I still habitually want to brake and subconsciously grab the non-existent newspaper in the pocket of the car in front of me.

The wind blew hard, and I was out of breath.

But Matsuoka Yoshitsugu had a smile on his face, he was full of energy and pedaled happily.

Walking this road again, it is not 2 a.m., and I no longer feel the numbness and emptiness I felt when I was a journalism student. On the contrary, the bright sunshine is warm on my face, and my body and mind are light and happy.

It was as if I was back to the day when I first arrived in Tokyo.

After 4 to 5 hours of shaking and waiting, he got off the train with messy hair. This was a long journey that was not favored, but he insisted on going his own way. He stood alone on the platform and silently looked at the station sign for a long time. The Shinkansen train behind him rumbled past, bringing and taking away batches of people. Finally, he stepped forward, just like falling into a rapids, falling into the heart of this country, one of the most prosperous cities in the world.

Chasing dreams is always only a matter of time at the beginning, with sleepless nights and passionate blood. After that, it is just like a knife sharpening iron and a slow fire burning gold.

Loving couples still have the fatigue of the seven-year itch, and his former admiration for Tokyo's extravagant and glamorous crowds has gradually turned into complaints about "endless queues".

After arriving at the destination, Matsuoka Yoshitsugu's forehead was slightly sweaty due to riding. He turned his head and saw the flowers and trees on the side of the road swaying in the wind.

I rode a little fast, but there is still plenty of time.

It's rare that I have the idea of ​​"Why not take a walk during the free time before work starts."

He locked his bicycle against the wall and climbed up the stairs with his bag on his back.

The recording studio was open, the lights on the vending machines were flashing, and the old man who opened the door was mopping the floor, which was already considered clean. The two nodded to each other in a friendly manner.

The air was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, but the corridor was deserted and not many people were around.

In fact, Matsuoka Yoshitsugu quite likes this kind of quietness and solitude, without the cumbersome social interaction. The granular dust floats slowly under the light, giving him a sense of emptiness and liberation as if he were in the deep sea, and his thoughts can radiate far away as if they were electrified.

But even he knew that this kind of thing was very awkward.

Just like liking the smell of paint, people who are uncomfortable with it will feel satisfied, but they also know that this behavior is slightly toxic.

The longer you are away from the group, the duller your perception becomes. The taciturn shell will become tighter and tighter. A small trouble will be infinitely magnified into a deep pit, and you will keep drilling and drilling, stubbornly unwilling to even compromise with yourself.

People who are silent often have complicated inner worlds.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu sighed and went straight to the recording studio instead of going to the lounge.

He pushed the door open easily.

Only a small light was on here. The burgundy benches and cotton blankets gave off a unique sense of high-end texture under the dim light. Several microphones stood prominently in the center facing the black and smooth LCD screen.

There is already a petite figure in the corner that I like, and the look of her studying hard is so familiar.

I always feel that there is my own shadow, whether it is the diligence or the breath of solitude.

Someone arrived at the set earlier than him.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu remained still for a few seconds for no reason, feeling as if he had broken into a certain realm and being caught in an inexplicable dilemma.

The person curled up in the corner of the room had already raised her head and cast a normal and natural look. The light from the ceiling made it difficult to see her expression, but the only thing that could not be missed was her pair of clear, lively, sparkling eyes.

"Morning." said the girl.

"Good morning..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu answered passively.

"Why are you standing there? Sit down?"

"Oh……"

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu walked in slowly, and wanted to sit down near the door the first time, but if he did that, the wide distance between them would strongly release an atmosphere called "awkward". He thought again and again, and finally carefully closed the distance and sat two seats away from the girl.

The recording studio, which was equipped with various noise reduction and sound insulation effects, was surprisingly silent. It was so quiet that you could faintly hear other people's breathing.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu silently flipped through the script.

There was a brief moment of silence, during which the only sound was the rustling of pages.

"Matsuoka-san, you are the second male lead, right?" the girl asked suddenly, her voice thin and soft, gently bursting the bubble of silence.

"Oh, yes." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu replied.

"Did you try out for the second male lead at the beginning?" the girl asked slowly.

"No, I've tried basically everything. But having said that, there aren't many male characters in this work." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu scratched his head.

"The male protagonist has also tried it?"

"There was an audition, but in the end it wasn't suitable." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said embarrassedly.

"Do you want to be the main character?" the girl asked again after a few seconds.

"Well, of course I thought about it." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu nodded honestly.

"...Then, what's the difference?" The girl seemed to be asking, or talking to herself.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu replied seriously, "Compatibility, acting ability, and so on, right?"

The girl tilted her head when she heard that and muttered in a low voice, "When we were in the training center, our grades were pretty good."

"The difference between actual combat and training, so the requirements are different, right?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu thought for a moment, flipping through the script in his hand, "When I worked in a restaurant before, big things like new dishes and dining styles were discussed by the chefs, while the novices kept cutting the pile of white radishes that they would never finish cutting. Some people had already cut them very beautifully, but they could only continue cutting radishes and could not join the discussion, because the difference between a novice and a chef is not just a pile of paper-thin radish slices, there is still a long way to go."

"So we just cut radishes before, right?" the girl asked directly.

"Is that so?"

"…But Takizawa is already the head chef?"

"He is better because he can not only slice but also shred." Speaking of someone, Matsuoka Yoshitsugu smiled unconsciously, "A simple cold dish is certainly not a problem for him."

"How do you know? Have you ever eaten it?"

"Because we've always been together." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said with a smile, "You've worked together before, right?"

"We've only worked together once, and it's been a while."