Tokyo Sound

"Give me a score line reference?" Yin Ze couldn't get rid of the control and had to ask back.

"The full score of the unified examination is 900. If you score below 750..." the principal said in a low voice.

"750?!"

"Of course not. If you score that low a point, and you have bad luck, you won't even be eligible to apply for the school entrance exam. Judging from previous years, you can rest easy with 820 points." said the dean.

“Isn’t the full score 900?!” Yin Ze’s expression twisted.

"Why should you be afraid? I've heard of your abilities. With such shorthand ability, you'll definitely get full marks in World History and Japanese History. You can also master other subjects that require a lot of rote memorization in seconds. With the help of logical questions and the sea of ​​questions, you can naturally find your weaknesses. Losing a few points won't affect you at all. Finally, with the ultimate cramming method of me and Director Mediterranean, you will create a miracle!"

The principal smiled evilly, like a villain scientist whose evil plan was finally about to come true.

"The long-cherished wish of my Koizumi family has continued to spread even when I became the principal! It has been buried for half my life and now it finally sees the light of day! The greatest shame and failure of my first half of life will finally be washed away! Hahahaha!"

The dean watched for a while and suddenly realized what was happening. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture.

"After the task is completed, you can get this amount as a publicity reward and as a reward for saving the body-smelling principal."

"Who are you calling Principal Body Smelly?!"

"Who are you calling Director Mediterranean?!"

"Two customers." Yin Ze seriously suppressed the internal fighting of the project and spoke slowly, "Which book should I memorize first? Give it to me quickly."

Chapter 11 What is Life?

The bell for the end of get out of class rang leisurely, and the Chinese teacher behind the desk put down the chalk at the right time, patted the white ash on his hands and turned around.

"Although this semester is about to end, you can't slack off. The amount of homework you have to do during the holidays depends on your final exam scores. If you want to have a good time during the holidays, remember to review well when you get home, okay?"

"Yes~~" a group of students below replied in a dragging voice.

"Okay, let's go home from school." The Chinese teacher waved his hand and left first.

The classroom suddenly became noisy. People who passed small notes in class could finally speak loudly and passionately share yesterday's game strategy. The boys hurriedly put their books and pencil cases into their schoolbags like throwing away leftovers, and went to the club with their arms around each other. The girls stretched their bodies leisurely, chatting with each other about their own little tricks and which coffee shop to go to.

There are always endless topics to talk about, endless gossip and various rumors among peers.

Thousands of delicate and sensitive nerves touch each other, happiness, confusion, bewilderment, sadness... gather in this time period that only comes once and are sublimated into the thing called "youth".

Sakura Ayane did not join in the energetic commotion.

The girl came to the blackboard, picked up the eraser, stood on tiptoe, and wiped off the Chinese teacher's writing on the blackboard. She was on duty today.

The noise behind me was also fading, and students were leaving in batches. When the blackboard was cleaned, the classroom seemed empty.

This also made it convenient for her to clean up the small pieces of garbage between the tables, chairs and aisles.

When she came back with the empty trash can, she was the only one left.

In fact, there are one boy and one girl on duty, but in this kind of situation, it is normal for the boy to be lazy and run away.

When literary and film and television works describe campus life, they like to focus on the students' hard work, innocence and regretlessness. This is indeed a golden scene that will never go out of style and is talked about with relish.

Sakura Ayane, however, likes the school atmosphere which gradually cools down after school.

The warm sunset dyed the teaching building yellow and red, the reflections of the trees on the stone road were scattered, and the deep sound of the tram running over the rails not far away.

The busy scenery has a lazy beauty, eliminating impatience and annoyance, making people feel at ease.

She packed her schoolbag silently and walked through the glowing corridor filled with the glow of dusk. Her white sailor suit was stained slightly red and her shadow was stretched out very long.

When did it start that I no longer have friends to go home with after school?

When she was little, she was a very boyish girl with short hair, running around in the park with a bunch of naughty kids. For a girl, she really liked to make a lot of noise.

Once when I was playing basketball in elementary school, I suddenly fainted due to excessive excitement and was sent to the Children's Hospital by ambulance. When I woke up, I learned from the doctor that I had a weak constitution.

The first time I sat in a wheelchair, I became the focus of everyone's attention. Everyone who saw me would joke and tell me not to be so crazy next time.

After being criticized and educated by their family members, the naughty kids no longer dared to take her out to play for fear of taking responsibility, and the group of weak and delicate girls also needed a tomboy like her at this time.

So the last part of my elementary school life was spent in a wheelchair, staring blankly.

Only then did she realize how much she hated being stared at and criticized by many people.

When she entered middle school and came to a new environment, in order to face her physical disadvantages, she joined a drama troupe to study. As a result, she kept running back and forth, and in the end, she didn't have any memorable middle school stories.

If I had to say what I had discovered most, it would probably be the intense discomfort I felt the first time I stood under the spotlight on stage after training in the theater troupe.

No, she definitely couldn't do this. She couldn't stand the attention of thousands of people, wearing a dazzling array of glory and posing with extreme confidence. She hurriedly retreated.

This day, the genius finally understood his innate character.

Sacrificing the training in high school life would be a useless effort that would be a waste of time and effort - when she was feeling regretful, the teacher comforted her and said that at least her voice was still good, and if she hated the stage so much, she might as well just go and perform behind the scenes.

The depressed mood suddenly revived.

Rather than the exciting and ups and downs of the movie itself, she prefers the experience of exploring the production, and rather than the imaginative special effects, she prefers watching the funny behind-the-scenes footage of the actors performing without props in front of the green screen.

So he rushed into the Nichibo Research Institute to learn dubbing courses.

The price of doing this is that the already narrow social circle is reduced to a pitiful level.

The middle school class had already formed a collective, and she had become a loner by default after missing many group activities. The training center was also full of people of different ages, lacking common topics and interests, and it was impossible to make close friends. In other words, it was a bit strange that college students and adults would be interested in making friends with middle school girls.

I was still running around, participating in the firm selection exam, and the first year of high school passed by inadvertently.

Sakura Ayane has not yet found her own small group.

In fact, the minds of high school students are more complicated than those of elementary and middle school students. They gradually begin to come into contact with the atmosphere of society, and at this most unpredictable age, their clumsy and immature sides are hatched.

People who study hard will become lazy or even doubt perseverance. People who are eccentric will rebel against rules and bully others to build up their image of being a cool and domineering king. They will start to fall in love early, have other thoughts, and oppose their parents' arrangements...

Perhaps it was because her social awareness had been interrupted since elementary school, and Sakura Ayane felt that she was unable to play by their high school rules.

Maybe the adult world is more mature and stable...?

Such a beautiful fantasy was killed in the garbage dump by the pungent smell of alcohol that day.

There were uncles singing Noh plays at the top of their lungs, weirdos asking her what life was all about, and poor high school boys who were similar to her but succumbed to reality and greeted her with a smile.

Many things go against my own preferences and judgment.

She persisted in studying and exercising every day despite the accumulated depression and confusion. The scope of her life was getting smaller and smaller, and the unknown future was already a little gloomy and scary.

Sakura Ayane was waiting for the train alone at the platform. Although there were many people around her, the feeling of isolation was extremely heavy.

She had no companion to go home with, no one to chat with, no girlfriends to hold study sessions with, no seniors to go to the aquarium with, and no best friends to throw little paper balls at in class.

Is this my problem?

In fact, that is correct and normal, but I just feel uncomfortable with my own arbitrary behavior and resist it?

The train rumbled into the station, and the girl walked into the carriage thinking silently, trying once again to change the status quo.

Yes, once again.

She has failed many times.

Chapter 12: Young and poor

Yin Ze picked up a thick book "Origins of Civilization: Modern History 3" and flipped through it carefully from the first page to the back, taking a good look at each page to make sure there would be no garbled characters or blurry watermarks when he flipped through the historical records later.

It takes about 3 seconds to read each page. These books are thick and long, so it takes at least 5 minutes to read one. It is really a huge gap from the realm of quantum wave trans-time and space reading.

To be honest, this is quite boring. After all, even if you have a memory like a camera, you still have to take pictures one by one.

He has been shooting here with his eyes for three days, working hard to get from the Big Bang to the Renaissance.

I could have opened two apps at the same time, reminiscing about classic childhood TV dramas while studying hard, but the configuration was not up to the task. After replaying ten episodes in my mind at most, I would become pale, weak, have back pain, trembling legs, and be growling with hunger.

This skill consumes too much nutrition. Can I bring some meat buns with me during the exam?

Yin Ze rubbed his eyes, got up and stretched his body, lit a cigarette, looked at the scenery and took a break.

The dean and the principal were both burning with rage, ready to give him a good beating. But they couldn't interfere with the memorization, so they just let him take the textbook home and memorize it slowly, and then come back for a random test the next day.

After a break, I sat down with my neck twisted and continued watching.

My legs are not so weak anymore, so I'll watch an episode of "Water Moon Cave". Alas, now that this one is finished, I'll switch to a geography one for the next one.

I am an emotionless container of knowledge.

As soon as the theme song of the TV series finished playing in his mind, he heard a knock on the door. He had to pause, stand up to open the door, and look through the peephole first.

"Hello, who are you?"

"207, right? I'm the landlord." A short, stocky man with a buzz cut outside the door stuffed a list into the newspaper slot. "Next month, I'll only charge for water and electricity. You don't have to pay rent."

"Is there such a good thing?" Yin Ze was stunned. He picked it up and looked at it doubtfully, then opened the door.

"Because this building has been included in a nearby commercial street project and has been decided to be demolished." Although the landlord looked serious, he smiled happily when he mentioned the word "demolition". "You should be ready to move next month, and you must leave before the month after next."

"...Then congratulations to big brother on your fortune." Yin Ze couldn't smile after hearing that.

"That's right. I've been reading the 60-day around the world travel guide. Don't lose heart, brother. You will get rich too!" The landlord smoked a cigarette before leaving, and then went upstairs to continue showing off his wealth.

Yin Ze closed the door and looked down at the notice, his heart going cold. He had finally gotten used to sleeping here and didn't recognize his bed, but now all the bedding had been lifted off... It's not easy to find a suitable place to live in Tokyo.

Back to the desk again, everything seemed dull.

The sudden demolition made the landlord, who was already making a living by lying down and counting money, lose the last bit of passion to fight for it, and made his life even worse.

Takizawa had been spending the money he had saved before, and he didn't dare to buy a large bento these days.

The project released by the principal will not be available online for payment until three months later, and it may not be able to be completed.

The firm didn't even call him to ask him to come and see the world of the industry.

He can’t find any outsourcing appointments online. He is not famous and has no time to produce works. The number of his works is pitifully small and lacks persuasiveness.

Yin Ze put down the book "Origin of Civilization" which symbolizes spiritual wealth, took out his wallet and took a look at the pitifully small number of banknotes which symbolize material wealth.

Reality is so cruel.

I don’t know if the convenience store downstairs is short of helpers.

Yin Ze washed his face, combed his hair and calmed down in the bathroom, put on a blue and white plaid shirt, a classic combat uniform in the IT industry, played a song "My Future Is Not a Dream" in his mind, and went out.

……

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu dripped some detergent on a sponge and used hot water to vigorously rinse the grease off the porcelain plate. He washed quickly and cleanly, and after finishing one plate, he hurried to the next.

The buzzing range hood, the scorching hot stove, the chefs and waiters crowded around, the kitchen is bustling with activity.

Soon a pile of half-eaten dishes was brought to his sink. He wiped the hot sweat from his face with the towel around his neck and continued to work.

The location of this store is very valuable and the business is booming, so the hourly wage of part-time workers is also very good.

After the meal peak, the workload decreased and Matsuoka Yoshitsugu finally had time to stand up and rub his waist, taking intermittent breaks. Someone invited him to go out for a cigarette and breathe the outdoor air, but he shook his head and apologized to refuse.

He pulled over a chair and sat down, then took out his cell phone and looked through his message box.

He is a simple person. After coming to Tokyo, he is busy all day and has no time to experience the fun of a big city.

But now that he has the hope of participating in recording work, he can also face the current pace of life with a calmer mood.

The agent said to wait for a phone call.

The industry is relatively tolerant of newcomers and can tolerate your early immaturity and mistakes. Now, it is like a meal that is about to be served out of the kitchen, waiting for the diners' evaluation, with anticipation and anxiety.

It’s better to go to the company later. Iwasawa Toshiki always reminds him to show up from time to time to make himself familiar to the company.

In fact, his personality prefers simple work handovers, trying his best to complete the assigned tasks, interpret the role, and perform well. He is not very good at communicating with strangers with eloquence, or even drinking and talking to get results.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was well aware of his own shortcomings.

If I hadn't suddenly come up with the idea of ​​becoming a voice actor, I might still have chosen a down-to-earth and unknown job, such as being a car mechanic.

Having a hobby that he can devote himself to, some like-minded people to discuss related things, gaining satisfaction from insignificant work, and even being able to help others and pass on happiness. This is the most beautiful scene he can imagine.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu began to clean the sink, picking out some small pieces of leftover food from the pipe to prevent clogging, and also wiped the oil stains off the countertop.

He will go to the staff room to change clothes after finishing the work. He will come again in the evening to cope with the evening rush. He will also help clean the tables, chairs and floor after the store is closed.

"Thank you for your hard work." He changed back into casual clothes and greeted the chefs and store managers he met.

"Would you like to go home and rest this afternoon?" the store manager greeted.

"I have to go to the company."

"Oh, I see? Good luck then." The store manager didn't know what company it was, but he still cheered him on out of courtesy.