Tokyo Sound

"I didn't expect that you would form a connection with such a useless ordinary person just to survive." Kugimiya Rie sighed, "Qiuyue, come back with me. As long as you have a better attitude and admit your mistakes, the 'master' may not punish you."

"On that rainy night, I made my choice, and it will not change." Hidaka Rina said firmly.

"I'm sorry, I will take you back even if I have to break your limbs." The eyes of the stickman with twin ponytails were painted blue here.

The timeline ends and the display screen stops, marking the end of the first episode recording.

"The recording is finished. Thank you all for your hard work." The sound director said through the broadcast port.

Everyone stood up and applauded in celebration, and as usual used a long string of honorifics to express their gratitude and care.

"In fact, the animation director is here today to watch the recording of the first episode. At his request, some parts of the recording need to be adjusted before being included. So could you trouble Mr. Takizawa and Ms. Sakura to stay for a while?" The sound director waited for a few seconds and added.

"I'm fine with anything." The male protagonist made an OK gesture.

Sakura Ayane probably thought that she needed to record again because her performance was not good enough, so she nodded weakly.

"Thank you. The other voice actors can leave first." said Nagasaki Yukinu.

"Then I'll be leaving." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu happily left work. Although there was no rivalry with his good friend today, according to the development of the plot, they would have a long confrontation scene later. Then he bowed to the senior, "Asamiya-san, thank you very much for your guidance today."

"It's okay. By the way, how are you planning to get back?" Rie Kugimiya said with a smile.

"Take the tram."

"Oh, then let's walk to the station entrance together?"

"Uh……"

Yin Ze silently watched Mr. Matsuoka, who would never refuse, timidly leave the recording studio with his senior.

"Junior, I'm leaving too." Hidaka Rina came to say goodbye.

"Oh." The man was very frugal with his words.

"Yeah." Senior responded.

Before packing her schoolbag and going out, Hidaka Rina couldn't help but look back.

The male protagonist left his original seat and moved to the corner with a natural expression, sitting side by side with the girl. The two chatted familiarly for a few words, perhaps telling some interesting jokes or something. The man grinned and laughed. Although the girl was a little reserved, the arc of her mouth and squinted eyes also represented her good mood.

At first I thought he was a stranger, but it turns out we knew each other.

"Oh~"

Hidaka Rina didn't delay and quickly turned around and walked out the door normally.

But the corners of his mouth were rising uncontrollably.

After all, I just learned something very interesting.

Chapter 100 Those who are favored are fearless

"Are you surprised to see me?" Keihiro Komori made a brilliant appearance and smiled mysteriously at the two people who were huddled together on the sofa looking at their phones.

Yin Ze wanted to say that it was okay, after all, your name was the first on the production staff list. But he restrained his complaints. He raised his smile a few degrees, increased his surprise and respect by +5, and his whole body was filled with joy.

"Oh, why is it you, Director Komori? So you directed this film yourself? No wonder I felt a familiar feeling!" the man said, rubbing his hands.

"Haha, it's rare to see you again. You guys are working much better together than before." The thin uncle, who was welcomed as he had imagined, said in a happy tone, "I saw it all. When a colleague encountered difficulties, you didn't just stand by and watch. Instead, you lent a hand, comforted him and stood by him. That's great. You really deserve the responsibility of a top position on the set!"

"It's all thanks to your good teaching." The man was as humble as ever.

"Sakura's voice is still full of spirit. Even though there were some small mistakes, she adjusted quickly." Komori Keihiro slowed down his tone.

"Even students in the training school wouldn't make such a low-level mistake. I'm really sorry for making such a mistake during the official recording." Sakura Ayane felt sympathetic about this and spoke in a low voice.

"Young people are bound to make mistakes, so don't hold it against yourself," Keihiro Komori comforted.

"Hidaka-senpai is about the same age as me, right? But she is very steady, and her acting skills and interpersonal skills are very mature, which is worthy of praise." Sakura Ayane muttered.

"That guy debuted as an actor in the first grade of elementary school and starred in TV dramas, appeared on variety shows, took photos, and made a guest appearance as Ultraman when he was a teenager, fulfilling the lifelong dreams of many children. Even if you only consider his status as a voice actor, he has several years more experience than you. How can you compare with this natural born social warrior?" Yin Ze shook his head.

"You are quite familiar with her career?" Sakura Ayane raised her eyes.

"I just found out by chance." The man told the truth.

One day, he had a sudden urge to browse his own encyclopedia page. He didn't know who did it, but he found "Hidaka Rina" clearly listed among the related persons. He flicked his mouse slightly and immediately jumped to the page of his younger senior. Since he was there, he naturally browsed through it completely.

Always remember the teachings of our ancestors - know yourself and your enemy, and you will win every battle!

The coolest thing is that he went back to his own encyclopedia not through the normal web page, but by clicking on "Takizawa Satoru" among the younger seniors and then jumping back.

It's so confusing. They just starred in one work together, and I was just a supporting role in one episode, and at most I made a few cameo appearances in the radio drama.

The voice actor community is so small and so cold! To the point where just this level of work-related contact can be defined as a "relevant person"!

Yin Ze deeply felt the gap caused by cultural differences.

Then Sakura and I are both the main characters, and we are also starring in a theatrical version and anime film with a higher budget and style. I guess we are also "related persons", right?

When the man turned around and took a closer look, he was shocked to find that there was no such person. Just as he was lamenting the ignorance of the data editors, he realized that it was not anyone's fault... because Sakura-san didn't seem to have created a personal encyclopedia yet.

"Does she have any photos?" asked Sakura Ayane.

"Have."

"You read?"

"I took a few glances."

“Why didn’t you forward it?”

"Please, Sir, the girl in the photo is only in junior high school. If I repost it on Twitter, I will be considered a criminal in preparation." Yin Ze was speechless. "Besides, it doesn't look good. It is as far away from the 'golden human health beauty' I pursue. And in my opinion, it is probably all black history. Why should I do something disgusting like rummaging through garbage?"

"Why are you shooting magazines and fashion shows in junior high school?" Sakura Ayane was very surprised.

"A child star."

Yin Ze paused and sighed softly.

"In most cases, it is not the children themselves who want to realize their dream of becoming a 'little princess' or 'little prince', but the desires of their parents. In the eyes of economic companies, children are easy to manage, not bound by gossip, and more likely to flaunt their hard work and positive energy. In the eyes of businessmen, this is a blue ocean with no barriers... Under the control of their greedy parents, children fake smiles and act, and use their tender hands to earn a lot of wrinkled money whose meaning they themselves cannot understand."

There are countless examples of beautiful flower buds ending up in pieces and ending sadly.

Their values ​​are harshly exploited, and eventually 99% of children will become the "Zhongyong" that people will never get tired of watching, and will contribute to the after-dinner jokes for the last time.

Rina Hidaka's decision to switch to a behind-the-scenes career as a voice actor must have been her own decision.

In this regard, he felt some sympathy and admiration for the little girl.

Becoming a father or a mother, such a serious matter, does not require anyone's approval or assessment. This is a small manifestation of the strangeness of this world.

"Don't compare yourself with her. Maybe she envies your free and easy lifestyle." Yin Ze glanced at her.

"I'm not slacking off." Sakura Ayane muttered.

"Society has become impatient, making everyone want to speed up everything." Komori Keihiro nodded, "I wish I could finish lunch in three bites, I wish my favorite comics would be updated ten times a month, I wish I could lift weights today and have strong biceps tomorrow, I wish I could take out all the storyboards for the first quarter on the night the project is launched... Age is becoming more and more demanding. The younger you achieve results, the better. Otherwise, you will fall behind. Alas, who actually stipulates what kind of achievements you must achieve at what age? So, Sakura, you don't have to be impetuous."

"So have you finished drawing the storyboard?" Yin Ze asked pointedly.

"No!" The supervisor puffed out his chest proudly.

"Very good!" Yin Ze said in a loud voice, fearing that the world would not be in chaos. He was looking forward to hearing the news about the person in front of him being locked in a cage by the deputy supervisor and others in future recordings.

"...Shall we stay here mainly to re-record the parts where I made mistakes?" Sakura Ayane raised her hand.

"Yes." The supervisor nodded, "Your part is still not perfect. You need to find the feeling again."

"What about me?" Yin Ze pointed at himself.

"Your part is fine." The Overseer shrugged.

"Then why should I stay?" protested those who got off work on time.

"Of course I cooperate with her. You don't want her to listen to your recordings alone, do you?" Komori Keihiro was a little dissatisfied. "How can you have such an irresponsible idea? Performance is emotional. Without resonance with the performer, it will be difficult to achieve success alone. In order to contribute excellent works, you only have to sacrifice a little personal time, but you are so reluctant. It really makes people lower your evaluation of you."

"Isn't she just a supporting role?" Yin Ze asked back in confusion.

"What's wrong with being a supporting role? Didn't you start out as a supporting role? It's not good to be proud before you become famous!" Keihiro Komori said sarcastically.

"What I mean is... if she's just a passerby, there's no need to be so detailed, right? You also understand painting. The relationship between black, white, gray, and cold and warm are all contrasted. Without her ordinariness, how can the heroine be highlighted? Look, I even deliberately lowered my presence because the sound director reminded me that this is a light yuri drama." Yin Ze began to reason.

"This is just your personal opinion. Have you forgotten the knight character in the pitch-black series? Wasn't he treated as the protagonist at that time?" The director began to quote classics.

"I see. I understand." Yin Ze realized it and laughed happily. He couldn't wait to ask, "You mean Sakura is going to die in the later part of the story?"

"No, she just has an important plot later on."

"Tsk..."

"Okay, let's get started without further ado. Let's talk about the play first."

The supervisor picked up their script, pushed up his plain flat-frame glasses, and put on a professional attitude.

"According to the setting, Ichimatsu is Fujigen Kai's childhood sweetheart. They grew up together and are very familiar with each other. She practices sprinting in the school track and field club, which means she is very lively, so her tone should be a bit boyish and sharp. In addition, she has a deep relationship with the protagonist for many years, so when these two get along, they must be very harmonious. Even when they quarrel, it should feel like a daily routine. I fill in the blanks myself and define myself as between a girlfriend and a good brother. This subtlety is the key to playing this role..."

Sakura Ayane listened to the supervisor's explanation with a vague look, nodding occasionally.

Yin Ze silently watched the animation director teaching the passerby female protagonist on the recording set. This scene made him dream directly back to the time period of "Firefly Forest".

For a moment, I felt something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

A few minutes later.

"How are you? Are you feeling better?" Keihiro Komori asked with concern.

"I think I understand a little bit." said Sakura Ayane.

"Okay, let's strike while the iron is hot. Hey you, come over here and get in position." Keihiro Komori waved behind him.

The tool man did as he was told wordlessly and walked over.

Nagasaki Yukinu watched the three people quietly in the sound studio behind the glass wall.

He didn't feel offended by the interference. Although Keihiro Komori was the animation director, he was a versatile person and had also worked as a recording performer. In fact, a capable director must be an experienced person who knows a lot of things. The finished product that the audience finally saw was actually the fictional picture that they had arranged in their minds in advance.

There were some minor setbacks in the selection of the female lead for Night Tapir Girl, and the sound director Nagasaki Yukinu was well aware of this.

Although in his opinion, it was just a trivial matter.

But for the girl who made the choice, this should be a release of the courage to stick to her own beliefs, right?

Watching the thin uncle watching the two people re-recording, the boy and the girl gradually went from being green to being proficient, and the sound effects also improved and became better and better.

The old man took a sip of water slowly.

This is how it grows slowly.

It's great to be young.

Chapter 101 But he looks ordinary

Ivy climbs outside the window of the dean's office. Every spring and summer, the sunlight quietly shines through the green leaves and branches, into the quaint office, and paints golden spots on the rows of literary bookshelves that embody human wisdom, as if the souls of those deceased great men are shining.

The non-shy parrot always wanders around the house and outdoors, occasionally landing on the table and playfully pecking at the tip of a moving pen, but its favorite thing to do is to stay on its owner's shoulder.

The old scholar was wearing glasses and working at his desk.

With the progress of the times, more and more people choose more convenient computer input, which makes modification and transmission more convenient, but Onishi Kawase himself still loves the unique texture and charm of handwriting.

Several students, some young and some mature, were sitting opposite each other at the heavy wooden desks that gave them a sense of age. Each of them was so solemn.

The dean's office was so elegant and quiet, with nothing but the rustling sound of pens.

A white-haired old man is writing, and a parrot is taking a nap with its head tilted on his shoulder. The light is wandering, and the spring breeze is blowing gently. This scene is full of cinematic sense and Zen flavor.

"Japanese literature can be divided into pure literature and popular literature, but when selecting and appreciating it, it is classified according to magazines and publications. I personally think there is no clear standard."

Ohnishi Kawase suddenly spoke in a gentle tone, and the waiting students listened attentively.

"There have been criticisms of the literature prize from time to time. Shimada Nohiko accused the Akutagawa Prize judges of being conservative, Tsutsui Yasutaka also mocked them in an article, and Yasuoka Shotaro also thought that the current million-dollar prize had increased fivefold compared to the past, making the literature prize a mere commodity, and he resigned from the judging panel."

The old dean said slowly.

"Actually, putting these things aside, I am still very grateful for myself. Although the bonus I received many years ago was far less than what I get now, only 500 yen, it was enough to ensure that I had enough food and clothing for half a year, so that I would not have to starve or freeze while writing. No matter how noble a writer is, he always has to eat, so while pursuing the "divinity" between the lines, he must not forget that he was originally a mortal who grew up on the vast earth. The bucket next to the stable is not as comfortable as the marble bathtub. The muddy water hides a myriad of dust, just like this world where no one is clean."

The old dean put down his pen and slowly raised his head. Time had aged his skin and his temples were white. But his eyes were as clear and boundless as the sky, full of wisdom.

"I used to be a judge, and people would always say whether the winners could bring a new breath of fresh air like the next four seasons to the field of pure literature, or whether they were the indicators of future pure literature. It's good to have ideas, but if you are too obsessed with greatness, you will forget what's on your feet. Winning works may not necessarily sell well, and readers have their own choices. Looking directly at the sun will sting your eyes and make them unable to open. But turning away from the sun, you can clearly see everything behind you."

The old dean looked at one of the students.

"Haha, I've said too much, and they're all warnings. Just think of it as my last nagging as a teacher. After all, you've already made great achievements... So congratulations to you, Fujino Shinya, for winning the 146th Akutagawa Prize for "Butterfly in the Dark Garden". But this is just the beginning. The grass in my garden is sprouting again, and the infinite world is about to turn green. Please work hard in the future to live up to the black and white ink."