The daily life of Buddhist texts

"Aren't there any other professional music producers?" Oreki asked.

"Yes, but Enix wants Atamaitai to do it." The chef scratched his head, "It may be because of the previous "Undertale" and "Bird of the Dead". Their producers seem to appreciate you."

"anything else."

"And Mr. Sakamoto's strong recommendation."

really.

How can a game studio not even do soundtracks well?

It must be that Sakamoto Taichi said a lot of exaggerated things, saying that his student Atamaitai is omnipotent and so on.I can understand Taichi Sakamoto's state of mind.

But there is no need for Enix to sell the entire studio directly to Toei, right?

what happened.

It can't be Atamaitai's brain again... Enthusiastic fans?

"I see, where is their studio?" Yuan Oreki asked.

"It's in Tokyo..." the chef was in the middle of speaking, and suddenly froze, "Master, do you want to go there in person?"

"You can go and have a look."

The chef thought for a while, and then took out a black assault rifle from under Yuan Zhemuyuan's sofa, and carried it behind his back, with a serious face as if he was about to go to the battlefield.

He stood at attention and said solemnly: "I promise to complete the task."

There are too many slots and I don't know which one to complain about first.

Oreki Gen thought for a while and asked, "Chef, what's the name of the game?"

"Neil Automata." The chef replied.

"Oh, that's actually already done." Oreki Gen said.

"Ah?" This mature and calm middle-aged man showed doubts for the first time.

"In the computer," Yuan Oreki explained, "I'm afraid I'll forget, so I put everything in there."

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Ever since Gen Oreki watched "Undertale", he has a new view on his own positioning.

He is a piece of the puzzle.

Take charge of putting the memories in your head where they should be.

So to be on the safe side, Gen Oreki spent a long time stuffing all the game soundtracks, pop songs, ACG songs, etc. in his memory into the computer.

Write whatever comes to mind.

Do your homework ahead of time.

And all the original soundtrack of Neil Automata is also one of the contents prepared by Yuan Oreki in advance.

So when the chef brought the contract documents from Enix Studio, Minamoto Oreki had already made a decision.

"Master, are you also a god?" the chef asked.

"No, just be prepared in advance."

"It is the God who prepares in advance."

"it is good."

Oreki Gen didn't explain much, but opened the Paradise set meal that the chef bought from McDonald's, took out the pony doll inside and put it in the cabinet, and then began to squeeze ketchup.

The chef next to him stood blankly with the assault rifle on his back, as if he was in deep thought.

"Chef, what's the matter." Oreki Gen said after squeezing the ketchup, "If you sign it, you can do it yourself."

The master chef is very good at imitating handwriting. He only needs to look at the handwriting to judge whether it is written by the other party's left hand or right hand, and he can even copy it exactly the same.

"Master, I was just wondering why you suddenly went to Enix's studio," the head chef said in a calm and gentle voice, "Obviously all you need to do is send the files."

"Confirm the game content." Oreki Gen said.

"That's it." The chef suddenly understood.

The game music needs to consider the fit between the scene and the story. Although my young master has a lot of music as backup resources, if I don’t refer to the game content, I just pick a few and start it... It’s not like the young master’s style.

Hold on.

After thinking for a moment, the chef asked again: "Can't you ask them to send a demo?"

Oreki Gen ate a piece of French fries, and then handed one to the chef.

The chef hesitated for a moment, took it with two fingers, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing.

"Are you worried about me?" Gen Oreki asked.

"Yes, master," said the chef, "I'm still a little worried."

"fine."

Yuan Oreki picked up the hamburger and stood up, came to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the dark-eyed boy reflected in the glass, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Take your time."

After hearing this, the chef raised his right hand in salute, and then prepared to go back upstairs with the contract documents.

But Gen Oreki seemed to have remembered something, turned around and called out to the chef, "Chef."

The chef stopped and replied, "Master."

"What's that behind you." Oreki Gen asked.

"Is this?" the chef immediately understood what Gen Oreki meant, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, master, I have a license to hold a gun."

"This is a military gun."

Oreki remembers that the law does not allow the possession of military guns, and the only shotgun needs to be trained and obtained a gun certificate before it can be privately owned.

"It's a permit I reapplied in my hometown after I retired from the military," the chef replied, "It cost us $150, and I got full marks in the written test and on-site. When I went to the Metropolitan Police Department for an interview, the interviewer kept saying that I was born to shoot guns. "

But the license from the chef's hometown...can I use it here?

"It's even worse." Oreki Gen said tactfully.

The chef thought for a moment, scratched the back of his shiny head, and replied, "Then I'll go back and get a shotgun certificate for it."

Shotgun proof.

Oreki Gen instantly understood what the chef meant.

Do you insist on calling military guns shotguns?

Forget it, whatever he wants.

But before that there is one more problem.

"Why is this thing under the sofa at my house?" Yuan Oreki asked.

The chef scratched his head in embarrassment, and replied, "Leave it to the young master for self-defense."

"It won't work."

"It's very simple, just load it and pull the trigger," the chef suddenly became excited when he said this, "Actually, I usually bring a big-caliber guy when I go out with the young master, which is convenient and low-key."

After all, it is the old line.

"Next time." Genuine Oreki declined.

"clear."

The chef gave an elegant British gentleman's salute, and then walked out the door.

The sound of footsteps drifted away.

The head chef will then go upstairs to cook for the customers who are scheduled.

Oreki took out his phone and took a look, only to find that today is Thursday.

So let's take a day off tomorrow and go to Tokyo.

Thinking of this, Gen Oreki brought up the call interface, subconsciously dialed a series of numbers, and then waited for the connection.

Although the other party is no longer teaching at Sobu High, Gen Oreki still called.

Ask Shizuka Hiratsuka to ask for leave.

On the other hand, I want to report her safety.

Doodle.

Doodle.

Doodle.

It rang for a long time.

When the phone was about to hang up automatically, the other party picked up the phone.

There was a noisy voice over there, it seemed that the other party was at the door of a bar or something?

"Oreki, what are you doing?" Shizuka Hiratsuka's voice remained the same as before, her speech was slurred, maybe she was smoking a cigarette.

But it could also be candy.

Because I heard that Shizuka Hiratsuka quit smoking for a while.

"Ask for leave," Gen Oreki said.

"Aren't you going to find your homeroom teacher?" Hiratsuka asked.

What does it mean to call a teacher from another school when you want to ask for leave?

"I don't know the phone number." Gen Oreki replied.

The head teacher of class B of the third year is a math teacher, the math teacher who likes to catch Hayama Hayato out and punish him with his bare head.

Oreki Gen didn't so much know, it's better to say he didn't want to fight.

Because I always feel that the math teacher has an inexplicable attitude towards Hayama Hayato.Although he said that he would tell his parents what Hayato did, he never implemented it once. Occasionally, he would chat with Hayato about the plot of "Unnatural Death" after class, and appointed Hayama to be his Math class representative.