Tokyo Sound

"What is fermented tofu?" Hidaka Rina herself had never heard of this food, so to be honest, she was a little confused.

"Chinese butter." As a professional voice actor, Yin Ze couldn't hold back when he said this line, and a subtle smile inevitably appeared at the end of the sentence.

"…Then I'll add a little."

"Okay, I'll give you three big pieces."

“So salty!”

"Isn't it? It goes really well with rice. Hey, don't look down on it. Don't poke it apart even if you don't want to eat it. I usually only eat one piece a day, and today I'm being extravagant for you." Yin Ze felt really distressed when he saw the intact red piece on the LCD screen being messed up by the chopsticks.

The screen shows two familiar stick figures fighting and playing. As the male protagonist washes dishes, the female protagonist watches the accident news on TV, looking serious and thoughtful. After a short transition shot, the simple and sloppy picture soon shows the prompt of "night", indicating the entry into the next scene.

"Then you sleep on the bed, and I'll just spread some bedding on the floor." Yin Ze said as a matter of course.

"It's okay, just continue as usual. I don't need to sleep." Hidaka Rina maintained a cold voice.

"If you don't sleep, what are you going to do at night? You're not going to look at the moon all night, are you?"

"…It's not the moon, but a dream. Many people think that the illusions in the night are just pure imagination, but they are not. They are the continuation of reality." The heroine leaned against the window, staring at the moonlight outside, and the curtains swayed gently with the night wind. "And some people don't and can't dream. On the contrary, 'they' use it as food to transform the secrets deep in other people's consciousness into their own reality, turning it into a mysterious miracle."

"What does it mean to transform it into your own reality?" Yin Ze said blankly.

"It's the end of the dream." Hidaka Rina sighed.

The heroine on the screen turned around perfectly, her hair flying, her eyes were painted with a little red with a hard-edged round brush, and a small note "Glow here" was written, which looked quite mysterious. The female stickman waved her hand, and the male stickman who was busy making a bed on the floor swayed, as if he had inhaled a few breaths of hypnotic gas, his eyes rolled up, and he fell down limply.

The heroine carried him back to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and sat quietly beside him, clapping gently and humming a song, like a patient mother coaxing her baby to sleep.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep..."

In fact, Hidaka Rina was indeed mumbling and singing a vague lullaby in a low voice, but it was not clear whether this was improvisation or with the help of a script.

The moonlight quietly hid behind the clouds, and the light in the room was dim. The girl who was watching over the sleeping male student suddenly had a faint light line as thin as a hair between her fingers, and the other end of the line was the boy's forehead.

As more and more lines were born and died, the boy's sleeping face gradually became peaceful, and he even had a faint smile on his face, as if he had encountered unspeakable beauty in his dreams.

"These are just nightmares." Hidaka Rina sighed again, "Thank you. Have a good sleep."

The scene changes again. It is already the morning of the next day. The male protagonist, who woke up naturally, stretched and sat up from the bed, scratching his hair. After a moment of confusion, he realized that there was no one else in the room except him. Only the thank-you note on the table proved that the strange encounter last night was real.

"Who is that guy?" Yin Ze followed the timeline closely and said with complicated doubts.

Along with the heroine who temporarily left the stage was Hidaka Rina. In this episode, the younger senior only had a few scenes left at the end, so she left and returned to her seat early and gave up the microphone.

The protagonist's childhood sweetheart quietly took that position.

Sakura Ayane stood expressionlessly on the left side of the male protagonist.

Even from half a meter away, I could sense her nervousness, and the script she was holding in the air was shaking slightly.

Yin Ze couldn't help but look at her a few more times. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the girl's eyes were wide open, as if she was about to enter the nuclear code and open the era of apocalypse with determination and caution.

"The world is so big, it seems meaningless to just know the name." Yin Ze suppressed his little worry and thought about the protagonist's inner monologue while walking to school, "After school, should we go to that road again?"

The next second, the front scene switched to a pair of feet running, and then a girl with a backpack caught up and patted the shoulder of the male protagonist in front cleanly.

"Why are you here so early today? I thought you were going to be late again!" Sakura Ayane followed the draft for a long time and finally said the first sentence.

——It was a bit hasty and impatient. Some details were not handled smoothly enough, which made it seem a bit abrupt, or what people call a bad reading.

Yin Ze, who had just finished a confrontation with his younger senior, was more aware of the gap between the two. In fact, in the "Firefly Forest", Sakura's performance should be better than this.

I don't know why, today is different from usual.

"Because I went to bed early." Yin Ze's mind flashed through his mind, and he continued smoothly, "I had a very good sleep last night. It might even be the best sleep I've ever had in my life."

"Did you do anything?" Sakura Ayane asked back.

"Nothing else. I brought a friend back and chatted with her for a while. She even covered me with a blanket in the middle of the night."

"she?"

"Yeah, her."

"You're not talking in your sleep, are you?"

"No, I swear, it's the truth. She is cute and smart, with long flowing hair that looks dreamy. She is not at all like a certain track and field girl who is rude and reckless." Yin Ze performed the feeling of smiling but not really smiling very well.

"What?! You're itching for trouble again, aren't you?" Sakura Ayane raised her voice.

The stickmen wrestled and tangled together, and the two of them also made some "hehe hahaha" noises similar to those in horizontal fighting games. In fact, for them who often team up to go to the arcade to meet various powerful people, this part is very well grasped, and it feels like they are doing their old business.

In just a few words, under the guidance of the man's soothing tone, Sakura gradually became less tense and more natural.

Just before the next stage began, the sound director suddenly interrupted the dubbing work.

The old man's words were like an ice knife cutting down, making people feel cold.

"I'm sorry to stop for a moment. Uh, Ms. Sakura, the friction of your sweatshirt is a bit loud. I can hear it in my headphones. This will more or less affect the reception. Can you fix it?"

The girl who was named froze for a moment, then subconsciously looked down at her clothes in disbelief, and her cheeks quickly turned red because of this stupid mistake.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry." Sakura Ayane bowed repeatedly and said sorry several times.

She hurriedly tucked the script under her arm, and without thinking, she took off the coat that she usually liked but was now very troublesome, crumpled it into a pile and placed it on the carpet at her feet.

The recording studio is very quiet unless necessary, and with complete sound insulation and sound-absorbing decoration, even the slightest sound is very noticeable.

Not to mention being harsh.

Nagasaki Yukinu's reminder was very tactful in tone and wording, but it still couldn't conceal its critical and accusatory nature. When the others remained silent and inevitably cast their gazes at her, the girl's ears turned red as if they were bleeding. Her originally calm mood seemed to have hit a storm and tsunami, and her hands holding the script kept shaking no matter how hard she tried to control herself.

Under the sportswear was only a thin short T-shirt. The girl touched her cold forearms. She lowered her head, her frustrated and depressed eyes hidden behind her hair, and whispered, "I'm sorry for my mistake. Now please continue."

“Then please start again from page 13.” The sound director paused.

Sakura Ayane lowered her head and turned forward silently.

"Please wait a moment." The male protagonist suddenly said at this time.

“Do you need to make any adjustments here as well?” the sound director asked in confusion.

"Nothing, I'll be fine soon."

After Yin Ze finished speaking, he took off his coat briskly, walked two steps towards the girl on his left whose slender shoulders were trembling, and then put on his pure cotton clothes that would hardly make any noise due to friction on the girl.

The girl froze for the second time.

Yin Ze picked up the clothes on the ground again, put them on the sofa, and came back.

"The large-sized yellow-green sweatshirt, I really miss it. I was working as a waiter in a western restaurant at that time. The second time we met, the day I accidentally broke your tooth, you were wearing this, right?" Yin Ze laughed softly and said, "It's just the noise, it's not a big deal, let's take it slowly."

The girl slowly raised her head, and the eyes behind her hair seemed to be re-infused with light, shining brightly.

She reached out and touched the coat that still had the man's body temperature, feeling the warmth that was several degrees higher. She laughed for no reason.

"Ah."

The familiar Sakura-san seems to be back again.

"2 Chapter Successfully Attracts Attention

It's hard to get emotionally involved in work.

No matter how you look at a 200-pound supervisor who is as tall as a mountain and has a stern look on his face, you will never like him. No matter how amiable a 300-pound manager who is fat, big-eared and looks like a furious king is, there are four bloody words between his words: performance is above everything else.

Who is the peak at the end of the social animal? Once the feedback is met, it becomes empty.

Instead of worrying about vacations and benefits, it is better to cut off the three corpses of oneself, leaving only basic logical and action abilities, and then sit under the Bodhi tree and become a heartless and heartless work machine. Turn on the computer on time at 8 o'clock in the morning, with mobile phone oil in the left hand and chicken soup in the right hand, Office Avengers in the forehand and Adobe full package in the backhand, and fight with the client to the end of the world, with no peace.

However, in the field of literature and art, which is inevitably mixed with personal subjective impressions and colors, it is difficult not to bring in emotions and retain human nature. As a benchmark of aesthetic taste, everyone has different tastes. If you want to activate the work and create ripples, you must first wrap up the passion and throw it down to make a loud splash.

The sound supervisor holds the power of life and death over the dubbing work, communicating with the supervisors above and the voice actors below, playing a very important connecting role.

Nagasaki Yukinu must look at each person's performance carefully and give instructions based on his years of experience.

This set of thinking and judgment certainly has a series of objective standards, and this objective standard is derived from his subjective feelings.

now is our recess time.

The old man was wearing headphones and sitting in front of the equipment with his hands folded. He would unconsciously rub his chubby chin from time to time to ponder the upper part of the material. There was also an elderly thin uncle wearing headphones next to him, joining in the discussion.

"The male lead is okay. He's a typical traditional gentle man who sits in the second to last row by the window in the classroom, enjoys a peaceful life, and is content with the status quo. He's not out of line, and he's not bad either. It seems that because of my previous hint, he made up his mind to act conventionally. This kind of self-control is quite strong." Nagasaki Yukinu commented.

"Have you ever considered that his level is not good enough and he can't achieve anything even if he wants to stand out?" the thin uncle added.

"No, with his clear voice, wouldn't it be easy for him to make a name for himself by simply raising his voice? His voice is now more turbid than his natural voice, and he deliberately speaks lazily, slurring his words, reinforcing his moderation, which is very close to the way people speak in daily life." Nagasaki Yukinu said, "And it's not completely without characteristics. It's nothing to listen to each sentence, but if you feel the overall smoothness, the male protagonist has a bit of alienation from society. First of all, the lines themselves are very soft, and the character rarely refuses other people's requests. He always has an indifferent personality. I guess the original intention was to establish the image of a normal, all-purpose good guy who has neither merits nor faults. However, he portrayed this 'enthusiasm of accepting everyone' as 'hypocrisy of treating everyone equally'. To be honest, it adds a lot of color to this originally dry image."

"Is this also considered adding drama to yourself?" asked the thin uncle.

"It's an interesting personal interpretation. Demands are dead, but people are alive. As long as it's creation, you have to bring in your own things, otherwise it's too rigid and soulless. The beauty of his work is that his own personal goods are not only positive, but also small in quantity and light in taste, and have no impact on the overall situation. A cup of coffee with only a trace of milk and powdered sugar still can't shake the bitterness, but there is still a faint sweetness between the lips and teeth. Many people have a strong desire to talk, including some famous people in the industry, and they can't do this kind of tickling and stop at the right time."

Nagasaki Yukinu smiled.

"With such talent, I really look forward to seeing how he will shine when he encounters extremely demanding and difficult roles in the future."

"Well, where are the others?" the thin uncle asked again.

"Ms. Hidaka's acting skills have always been on point, especially after she played the lead role in the Pitch-Black series, her abilities have been greatly honed. There are also some older people who switched to this field in their thirties, and she is still very young, so she will definitely have a good future."

"Well, where are the others?" the thin uncle continued to ask.

"You mean Kugimiya Rie? There's no need to elaborate on such a popular contestant who has already achieved success, right?"

"Uh-huh, where are the others?"

"Brother Matsuoka? Your basic skills are quite solid, and your performance is very powerful."

"What about the rest?"

"Anything else? Nothing else?"

"Of course there is, isn't there a childhood sweetheart role?" the thin uncle said with a little excitement.

"Well, there aren't many lines so far, so I can't really comment on it. If I have to say, it's still quite spiritual, but it seems like it's not in good shape today." Nagasaki Yukinu scratched his sparse hair.

"Indeed, it seems that he is not feeling well and his performance has been affected." The thin uncle nodded in agreement.

"Are you so sure?" Nagasaki Yukinu asked in confusion.

"Of course, I'm in charge of their main debut." Komori Keihiro snorted, "How could I not know?"

"Is the original work the one written by Midorikawa-sensei? I've heard of that one, but I haven't read it."

"How can you not go and watch this? The amount of films you've watched is the foundation of your career. If your aesthetic sense lags behind the times and your sense of smell is dull, you will only be eliminated by those more diligent sound supervisors." Keihiro Komori gave a solemn exhortation.

"So have you finished the storyboard?" The sound director looked at the thin uncle as if he were a female donkey in the production team.

"Aren't I doing it?" Keihiro Komori said, his right hand moving constantly, holding a pencil and writing on a stack of papers. Before long, the matchstick people joined hands on the paper. If you look closely, you will find that the style of the content on the paper is exactly the same as the draft on the screen in the recording studio.

"We've only drawn up to episode 6, the production team has probably already started preparing the cage." Nagasaki Yukinu laughed, "Even though he was very busy, the animation director made a special trip to come over and pay attention to the dubbing process, giving me advice and sharing the pressure. It's really touching."

"This amount of work is not difficult for me." Komori Keihiro waved his hand, "Besides, I have worked in the audio field before."

"You are the boss, you make the decision." Nagasaki Yukinu said generously, "If you have any opinions, please raise them. Or I will just give up my position and you can give the orders yourself."

"How can I interfere? You've said before that as long as it's a creative work, you must bring your own feelings into it. If I use my own preferences to mix it up, won't it be a mess? You can't do that." Keihiro Komori said casually, "Just do as you say. I'm just talking about my personal thoughts."

The second half started without stopping.

Now is the time to IM people.

"You are responsible for bringing her back. She is a rare individual even for us." A thin, masked man hid in the shadows. Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said sinisterly, "If you fail, you know what the punishment will be, right?"

"Yes, I will do it." In the distance, a stick figure with twin ponytails was half-kneeling on the ground, and her trembling simple facial features well expressed her fear.

……

"Where is that guy?" Rie Kugimiya said condescendingly. Although her voice was soft, her aura was unquestionable.

"I don't understand what you mean?" Yin Ze was puzzled.

"You have her scent on you, there's no point in lying."

"Little sister, are you lost? I can take you to the police station for help." Yin Ze said gently.

"Don't tease me!" Rie Kugimiya let out a beautiful growl that could be called a classic.

"Haha, you're so cute. Don't be so angry. Let's talk nicely." Yin Ze smiled.

……

"Am I going to die? Is my rare peaceful life over?" The male protagonist was bleeding from his abdomen. He lay on the ground in a daze, his eyes looking up at the sky.

"No, you won't." The heroine arrived at the scene at the critical moment, and the sloppy eye sockets of the black long straight stick figure were painted with scarlet flashing pupils. "Now is not the time to give up, my 'Contractor'."