Tokyo Sound

"I will always remember your guidance, teacher, and repay your instruction with greater achievements in the future!" Across the desk, a younger man couldn't hold back his emotions, and said loudly with red eyes.

"I bought this pen when I became famous, and I also used it to write the book 'Fireworks Man of Bunkyu Year'. I'm giving it to you today." Ōnishi Kawashima said as he capped the pen in his hand and slowly handed it over.

Fujino Maya was in disbelief at first, and then he took it carefully.

1993 model, Montblanc, Agatha Christie, Writers Collection.

He slowly stroked the pure silver pen body. The pen clip was a snake head that coiled around the cap, with tiny dark red gems at the snake's eyes. Just like the passages written by its owner, it was truly depressing, dark and cold, and well-intentioned, teaching people to look directly at the ugliness deep in their souls.

Finally, Fujino-kun bowed silently at a 90-degree angle, then wiped his tears and walked out with his head held high and great ambitions, as if he was rushing to a battlefield where storms and thunder were gathering.

Wait until the door is closed again.

“When I saw that brilliant light, I was reminded of myself many years ago.”

A middle-aged man with a weathered face sighed, and then sneered in a complicated manner.

"The teacher's teachings have kept pace with the times. In the past, he would remind me that writers are not ignorant of the need for food, but even if they do, they must maintain the dignity of literature, even if the price is their own life. But now he has cut out that important sentence and instead emphasized food and clothing to the young seedlings. He has become much more flexible."

"You haven't given up yet?" Ohnishi Kawase didn't care about the man's sarcasm, frowned and said, "You've been sleeping for more than ten years, isn't it time to wake up?"

"What are you talking about? You can tear apart the extremely dreamy and pure-as-snow world created by Yasunari Kawabata with blood, but I can't?" The destitute middle-aged man frowned tightly.

"It's time for you to reconcile with your family, apologize to your seniors, and return to your life." Onishi Kawashima said in a deep voice.

"Impossible." The middle-aged man pulled his cheeks, "I won't admit defeat. 'Literature should not be reduced to a means of making a living. Whatever your thoughts and ideas are should be put into writing.'"

"Two years after Higuchi Ichiyo wrote this diary in July of the 26th year of the Meiji era, he died of poverty and illness at the age of 7." Ōnishi Kawase shook his head. "That was the sadness of the times, but now we don't have to repeat that pain."

"You are old, your fangs and claws have all fallen off, so you chose to compromise. But I will never do that. I haven't changed, it's you who have changed. Now anyone can create, and can send their hard work to every corner of the world through the Internet, but anyone can destroy a work at will with just a flick of the finger." The middle-aged man looked at them viciously like a wounded beast and said, "Publishing houses put their interests first, and the publications and media control their breathing and veins. This is a bloody place buried under holy feathers. I want to use my words to awaken it, just like those people many years ago."

"Kenzo, no matter how sick you are, there must be a limit!" The old dean, who was always well-mannered, was rarely angry.

"Oh, be angry. People who use their pens as swords to criticize everything should be as angry as a volcano." The middle-aged man laughed and said to the crowd, "You should be angry too."

The conversation ended in nothing. The small quarrel did not produce any results. Onishikawa watched the unshaven student walk away, sighing silently.

The old man calmed down a little, then turned to a pretty young woman with a smile.

"Ayako, I want to congratulate you on winning the Ranpo Award."

A pretty girl among the students nodded slightly in response.

"Publications and editors play an important role. A mature film system and a good publishing mechanism can motivate authors to produce continuously. Old writers can continue to persevere and support the younger generation, and newcomers can be constantly discovered, so as to ensure the diversity and vitality of the literary world. Only in an environment with a sufficient number of core writers can it be easier to collide and give birth to amazing talents to create remarkable new heights." Onishi Kawase encouraged, "You must also repay them in the future."

"Got it." The most popular and well-liked young female mystery novelist nodded slightly in response.

The old dean then praised a few more people at the back.

More than ten minutes later.

"I have read the report you submitted a few days ago. Since I need to look up some literature, I will send it to you next week after the revision. Remember to compare it carefully. By the way, your grades last year were not bad. But why do you suddenly want to apply for an internship at the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Photography?" Onishi Kawaseong tapped the table lightly, asking in confusion.

"I'm very interested in this, and I actually plan to be a curator in the future. But if I want to be a curator, I can't do it without the qualification of an apprentice, so I plan to start by doing odd jobs." A graduating student with a rather fashionable pigtail scratched his head.

"Want to do photography?" The old scholar was speechless and hesitated for a long time. Although he didn't say it out loud, the expression on his face clearly said "What are you doing?"

"I have a special liking for photography. Every late night, I think that if it weren't for my old-fashioned grandfather's stubbornness, I would have become a well-known young photographer long ago. Now that graduation is approaching, I have to decide on my future life path. I toss and turn, and I just can't concentrate on studying Latin. I want to take my camera and travel all over the world to record this gorgeous world." The fashionable student said quietly, with desire in his eyes, "Teacher, this is not a whim. I think I have some talent in photography. A few days ago, I participated in the shooting of the 20th issue of "Summer Passion", and everyone in the group praised my aesthetic taste!"

“…I’ve never heard of it.” The old dean blew his beard and glared.

"What? Senior, you have contributed to the 20th issue of 'Summer Passion', which is said to open a new era of idol photo albums?!" A calm male classmate became excited upon hearing this.

"Does this junior know?" The fashionable senior was slightly stunned.

"Of course, I also forwarded it for publicity. Every picture is a masterpiece, and the graphic composition and lens language are absolutely first-class!" the male classmate praised.

“Alas, I don’t deserve the title. I’m still far from my goal.” The fashionable senior said modestly.

Seeing the two most unreliable people bragging, Onishikawasuke suddenly felt a headache. He covered his forehead and said, "Oh, never mind. Go ahead. The Sharingan Museum is a public art museum, and it seems to be affiliated with the Tokyo Metropolitan History and Culture Foundation, which is under the Tokyo Metropolitan Government. I have students working at the Cultural Affairs Bureau. You don't need to do odd jobs, just go and be a regular employee."

"Teacher, I knew you would understand me!" The fashionable senior clenched his fist.

"Don't thank me so quickly. We have to make it clear in advance that you are going there to pursue your dreams and start a second life. If you indulge in self-degradation, I will catch you back myself and throw you into your grandfather's ancient Chinese character research institute." Onishikawasuke said sternly.

"I was a bird in a cage and a fish in a net. Now that I am gone, I will be like a bird flying into the sky and a fish entering the sea, and I will never be bound again! I have no time to work hard, so how dare I slack off?" The fashionable senior had tears in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, let's go." Onishi Kawaisuke waved his hand in disdain.

"Senior, senior, please add my contact information. I am not talented, but I also like and dabble in photography. If you have any first-hand information, please share it with me?" The male classmate grabbed the senior first, holding up his mobile phone and smiling attentively.

"Isn't it just a preliminary disclosure of material? No problem. We are all students of Onishi, so we are family." The senior gave the phone number generously, and bowed to the old dean, "Then I'll leave first?"

"Get out of here now." The old dean's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot and he was in a very bad mood when he thought about this young ancient language talent about to betray his master and run off to take pictures of women in swimsuits.

The fashionable senior knew that the old man was unhappy, so he ran away quickly, but before that he looked around the office out of curiosity.

The old dean and the male student were the only ones left in the dean's office.

Considering the great achievements of the talented seniors, and then looking at this person who is so mediocre, I wonder what ultimate achievement he has that made the dean stay until the last one to talk?

The door was quickly closed.

Onishikawasuke looked squarely at the student in front of him, whom he was most satisfied with in this class. His mood gradually improved. He nodded happily, and even his wrinkles exuded happiness.

"Congratulations, Takizawa-kun!"

The old dean laughed out loud, happier than he had been when he congratulated anyone before.

"I have successfully won the 18th Tokyo University Heisei Generation Most Beautiful Face Contest, becoming the most beautiful face of our school and the most handsome man on campus!"

"..."

"This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that you have already made it to the final round of the top 10 most beautiful faces in the Japanese college male group! This kind of result can only be compared to a certain evildoer from Tokyo University of the Arts!"

Onishi Kawase said happily.

"The Waseda next door didn't even touch your leg hair! Hahahaha! It really makes me feel vented!"

"Well, that's great." The man took a long time to answer.

"In a while, it will be our school's open day, and you have to stand up. Let people outside know that we are different from before and have stood up completely!" The old dean said passionately, slamming the table.

"I will do my best and live up to your expectations." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Chapter 102: Distorted Gate

Hiroaki Tsuchiya is a devoted ACG researcher and practitioner. He is a senior engineer in the Department of Power Generation for Love. He has a personal blog and is a columnist. He is dedicated to writing fascinating works in the popular science circle and basically does not miss any related activities in China. He is a determined missionary.

He was also one of the participants and attackers in the previous "King of Idols 2" controversy.

Consortium B has committed heinous crimes, causing widespread complaints from players. It is time for them to rise up and start a war.

Amid widespread protests, sales of "King of the Idols 2" continued to be sluggish, and the producers were forced to go back to the drawing board to redo it. The game was given a brand new red flower patch, and several new young female idols were added. A certain Martian group was temporarily unavailable due to force majeure. After completing certain pre-tasks, the new version can further unlock popular characters from the previous game, and even the battle function was worked overtime to create a new dish.

The mistakes were admitted so quickly and the apologies were quite adequate, and gradually no one kept pestering the official Twitter and official website every day.

As a connoisseur of the two-dimensional field with many fans, Hiroaki Tsuchiya put aside his prejudices and bought the noble platinum edition out of duty and interest, and began to play the game around the clock.

In a single room in Tokyo, a fat, honest and amiable bear-like man sat shirtless in front of a computer, with an opened bottle of barbecue-flavored potato chips and a bottle of bubbling Happy Water on his desk. His expression was serious and his attitude was upright, just like a legendary coder who was carrying everyone's expectations and solving a fatal and vicious bug for the company with great care and meticulousness.

The mechanical keyboard kept typing away. After more than 40 minutes, Tsuchiya Hongliang finally breathed a sigh of relief, took his hands off the keyboard, and drank the happy water.

The large-screen display was filled with data and reviews about "The Idol King 2.1".

After a short break, he re-checked and sorted the references and the materials at hand, and re-polished the words and word order before moving them to his blog and Twitter account.

After clicking publish, Tsuchiya Hiroaki felt his body lighten and he completely relaxed.

it is finally over.

Idol King is so popular that fans are everywhere, so it is even more infuriating that the official sequel has such a thing. Today, when the official and the players have reached an agreement, it has been half a year since the release date. In the past, people would have collected all the games in this amount of time, but now everyone has started to put aside their distractions and officially experience it.

Therefore, his strategy was also developed by staying up late and working hard.

Although it was late, I finally caught up.

With hundreds of thousands of fans, Tsuchiya Hiroaki is considered an authority in this circle, a master of animation who is half a step away from the first-class realm. Not long after such a hardcore article was published, people began to leave comments and like it.

He took a quick look.

"Lao Liang is right!"

"So slow, you've been pretty lazy lately."

"It's very helpful to me, especially the fact that there is a bug in the battle function. I have learned it, so can the blogger delete it now?"

"The quality of the game is still good, and the compensation is in place. Platinum users can draw 10 costumes for free, which is still a good deal."

""Last Fighter 4" [Note: Last Fighter refers to Capcom's "Street Fighter" series] is also released. Do you have any plans to make it?"

"The old anime new recommendations and new anime reasoning columns haven't been updated for a long time. It's time for Lao Liang to take action."

Alas, 70% of the comments are about urging for more updates, and no one praises the existing achievements. Netizens are so cold and heartless.

sorrow.

Tsuchiya Hongliang, who had just finished a major feature, decided not to bother with it. Instead, he rewarded himself first, relaxed and watched some anime and browsed around the site.

The chubby bear-like man changed into a comfortable sitting position, picked up the potato chips, and rhythmically shook his hairy big legs to browse N Station.

I randomly clicked on a popular ghost video recommended on the homepage and started watching it.

……

The title is "Dangerous Elredo".

The beginning is quite normal, a battle clip from the first episode of "Darkness Reincarnation Fantasy", with cool transitions and post-production special effects. It can be seen that the producer is a technology geek.

"Hehehe, the power of the King's Knights who have been selected through rigorous trials is indeed extraordinary, but is this enough to protect the one you swore to?"

The knight's sword arm was cut off and flew high into the air. The princess' pupils contracted when she saw it.

"Eldore!"

"Your Highness, please don't come over here!"

"It ends here, weak knight. Open your eyes and see your end clearly!"

"…I'm sorry, but it seems I can only accompany you this far."

Blood covered that handsome face. The knight turned back hurriedly and gazed deeply at the princess, his expression full of regret and apology, but that was only fleeting. The next second, his reluctance was replaced by iron-like determination.

"——The star is falling!!"

Unlike the original work, the producer inserted another BGM here, which is more poignant and sad. The overall effect is very good, coupled with the passionate performance of the voice actors, it has a sense of tragic epic that cannot be resisted.

However, the style of the rapidly sliding barrage army is completely different.

"I'm a jerk for not chanting the entire spell and just exploding."

"Sorry for the long wait (annoyed)"

"It's coming (ecstasy)"

"Let's start the Bible chant...eh? Let's start the chant?"

"Tactics without Chant"

"Straight to the point"

"Simple and crude"

In the video, there were bright flames, hot winds, and an earth-shattering explosion that stopped the BGM.

From this second on, the video completely changed. The BGM was abruptly switched to the brainwashing style of Indian rock. After the smoke cleared, the scene froze on the knight, whose body was charred and whose face looked miserable, lying in a big pit with smoke coming out of it.

The barrage of comments suddenly became wild, with words of various colors flying around like target practice.

"Everyone stand up"

"We failed to break the enemy's coat (sad)"

"I've been waiting for you."

"Satisfied"

"World Famous Paintings"

"It's just a necessary sacrifice"

"Tears w tears w tears w"

Then the timeline was played in reverse, and the knight got up from the ground again, put on his clothes, and exploded again. As the speed of the explosion became faster and faster, the picture was gradually divided into two, four, and six parts. The voice actor's voice was overlapped many times, the left and right channels jumped back and forth, and the tone was adjusted. The tail tone of the self-destruct skill was dragged out extremely long and sharp, and a high note was sung. The picture began to be colored, sometimes purple, sometimes pure green, as if the lights of a disco were turned on.

The barrage is even more cheerful.