tokyo voice

There is a life corridor next to you, you no longer need to collect materials in person, you can call them out for reference and place them next to your eyes with a quick brain, and you can even open more, put pictures here, TV shows there, and songs there, Over there, there will be Guo Degang and Yu Qian talking about cross talk, and over there, there will be Zhang Zhen reading ghost stories.

Cool is really cool, but it is too nutritious and will be squeezed out sooner or later.

After tinkering for an hour or two, the man stared at the canvas covered in black lines.

It's too good...Rehabilitation training must be put on the agenda, otherwise Shilipo Wanjian will definitely be regarded as Yuhang Town's qi therapy.

When they lamented that they belonged to primates, but some had the blood of the old rulers, the phone suddenly vibrated.

After taking a look, it was not the manager who directed him to run around the Tokyo recording studio all day, but Matsuda Makoto who hadn't seen him for a while.

"Hey, Matsuda, what's the matter?"

"Takizawa, are you busy today?" Matsuda asked sincerely, he seemed to be in a shopping mall, and there was a lot of noise in the background.

"No, it's quite free."

"Would you like to come to have a dinner together? We plan to go to Yanping's house to make dumplings at the same time." Matsuda asked sincerely.

"Very good, okay, send me the location later."

"Okay, I'm going to buy materials now." Matsuda hung up the phone sincerely and cheerfully.

Yin Ze threw away the pen, and turned off the picture without saving it.

Washing the dishes and dressing, checking the wallet keys and water, electric stove, and at the end of the day when I was wearing Adidas shoes by the door, I suddenly remembered something.

Do you want to invite another person to the party at the same time?

He flipped through the few contacts in his mobile phone and dialed the brand new phone number that had only been entered a few days ago.

After beeping for more than ten seconds, an unnatural voice sounded.

"Hey……?"

"it's me."

"I know, what's the matter?" Sakura Mio asked.

"Are you free, come out to play?"

"..."

"........."

"Hello? Can you hear me?" Yin Ze asked again after waiting for a few seconds without any response.

"I can hear it! Then what - come out to play, right? It's an invitation from friends to go out to play, right?!" The girl's voice was urgent.

"Uh, yes, yes, why are you busy today?"

"No! I finished my homework a long time ago!"

"Oh, I'll give you the address later, and meet there."

"it is good!"

beep.

Yin Ze looked at the phone and scratched his head.

Hearing that she was so excited and happy to play, she must be doing homework at home, now she can ask for leave with her parents in a fair manner.

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Akihabara Electric Town has long been known as a holy place for otaku culture.

The iconic advertising screen playing ACG content, the exaggerated and huge animated posters, the cat-eared white stocking maids scattered around distributing leaflets, and the endless stream of people together constitute a textbook-style modern bustling commercial street scene.

Although the interpersonal communication culture here emphasizes that "you and I will not cause trouble for each other", it is not uncommon to strike up a conversation on the street, especially when young and beautiful women stand bored for a long time, some men will volunteer to talk.

It is the nature of creatures to pursue beauty, and the act of procreation is deeply imprinted in the genes. In order to leave better offspring, one will instinctively look for those who are strong, healthy, and beautiful.

Of course, this is not the case. After all, some species look similar collectively.So male birds will attract females by building nests, corresponding to human society, that is, buying a house.

In such a bustling business district, although many of the passers-by are introverts heading straight to the maid cafe, strike-up incidents are not uncommon.

Sakura Mioone just happened to bump into more than one...although she was an eyewitness.

First of all, the Shibuya-type black makeup girl appeared on the stage, and left angrily after a stalking meal and no response.And then a young maid who works part-time to deliver orders approached on the pretext of sales promotion.In the end, there was the fashionable big sister with sunglasses holding the new season's luxury handbag in her hand. She whispered something in her ear—anyway, I could feel that the boy was obviously shaken.

In the end, this round of events finally came to an end with Sakura's debut.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Sakura Mio said apologetically but pointedly.

"It's okay, it hasn't been long." Yin Ze threw the perfumed business card into the trash can. After all, he just swore to stick to the principles in the morning, and he immediately regretted it. How disgraceful.

Girls don't care about these things. To make friends, of course you have to be more open-minded.

"Have you thought about what you will do later?" Sakura Mio cleared her throat and talked, "I can do anything. If you want to watch a movie, there is a recent movie "Deadly Code" that is not bad, with a big investment and a big cast If you want to read books and watch exhibitions, go to the Red Pavilion. I can also do video games, ah, but pachinko is absolutely not allowed. Or do you want to go to a maid cafe to experience love omelet rice? It doesn’t matter, I am willing to accompany you to see the world.”

"You are so playful." Yin Ze complained.

"Well, what's your suggestion?"

"Hmph, I'll take you for dinner."

"?"

Ten minutes later, Sakura Mio sounded silent as Matsuda, who came to open the door for them with fresh pork sausages in his palm, fell silent.

"Come on, please come in quickly." Matsuda backed away sincerely and enthusiastically to make way.

"It's already wrapped?" Yin Ze raised his foot and went in.

"No, it's still cutting meat for seasoning."

"Have Takizawa-kun and the others arrived? Long time no see! Wow, Sakura-chan is still so cute~"

The small hut with poor lighting and a small area is very busy. There is dough being kneaded on the coffee table, and the sound of chopping meat in the kitchen is endless.The few people I met for the first time at the reception reception last time were all here at the same time.After Matsuda opened the door sincerely, he entered the kitchen again. As the host, Suruga Iwahira brought a large bottle of oolong tea and a water cup to entertain. Jiacheng waved his flour-stained hand in greeting.

After Yin Ze changed his shoes and went in, the girl who followed him timidly poked his waist quietly and complained, "What's going on, why didn't you say there are so many people earlier!"

"We're all colleagues, and we don't drink alcohol today. We just cook and eat together happily." Yin Ze said proudly, "By the way, I'll let you have a taste of my cooking!"

"You know how to cook?" Sakura Mio was suspicious.

"Bucai, I have acquired a facial kneading skill before, and the title of 'White Luo Snake Transformation' is the secret of the Dongguo Bai Case!"

"When did this happen?"

"Just made it up."

"..."

Sitting down with the female high school student, the girl changed from being lively when getting along with him, and switched to a daily business-style formality mode, and began to chat mechanically.

"Boys have strong hands, I'll leave it to you to knead the dough." Jia Chengyao retreated freely.

"Well, leave it to me!"

After washing his hands, Yin Ze rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fair forearms with thin skin and tender flesh. As soon as the corridor of life opened, he played an episode of Flower Planters on the tip of his tongue, patting and kneading with the pastry chef.

To be fair, this operation of drawing cats and tigers looks like that. At least Sakura-san was surprised at first, but after finding that the dough didn't seem to have changed, his expression gradually returned to normal.

It's not without merit, at least the movement of spreading flour is becoming more and more chic.

"That's it?" the girl complained.

"What do you know, I've poured my inner strength into every inch and every place of it, and the dough has been sublimated." Yin Ze snorted softly.

After wasting a few more minutes, the man's forehead was covered with fine sweat.

"...Takizawa-kun isn't very strong."

The two women cast complicated and weird eyes.

Yin Ze was unmoved, his heart was cold.

Recently, I open the corridor of life every day, squatting in the pit before going to bed, I have to catch up on classic childhood TV dramas, not to mention car jams and set breaks, one song after another, is it overloaded-false?

"Let me do it." Jia Chengyao kindly wanted to take over again.

How could Yin Ze be willing to endure such tenderness, holding on to the dough like a schoolboy clutching a toy, and in the end, the beautiful elder sister opened her fingers bit by bit and snatched the dough.

... Such a strong wrist, Yin Ze looked at the clear red and white fingerprints on his wrist, which reminded him of the old fairy Mo Di, a master of diplomatic handshakes.Unexpectedly, on the outside, Jia Chengsang is a charming lady who is knowledgeable, up-to-date, intelligent, and wise, but she has such purity inside.

Jia Chengyao's movements are obviously smoother and more skillful, and his pushing and kneading are stronger. He also has enough time to chat, "Does Sakura-chan usually cook?"

"Hey me?" Sakura Mio sound was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes drifted, "Occasionally I will do something, especially if my mother is not around, I will do it."

"When did it happen?" Yin Ze asked, "It was just made up just like me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the man was stomped on and forced to shut his mouth.

"That's good. I was quite lazy at your age. I only started to explore the kitchen world after I became independent." Jiacheng said in a soft voice without doubting him.

"But you look very skilled."

"It's not difficult to knead the dough, and it's quite fun. Would you like to try Sakura-chan?"

"I'll forget it." The girl quickly waved her hand.

"Why hide your clumsiness and show off your skills in home cooking." Yin Ze said sinisterly.

"I, I don't have this dish in the dishes I usually make." Sakura said with her head held high.

"That's it?" Yin Ze complained.

"What, what! I'll let you see it!" The girl glanced at her "good friend" with her eyes, her face was reddish and she resolutely went to wash her hands.

Sakura Mio recalled the previous technique of these two people, and immediately greeted them with a series of open and closed moves.

Yin Ze and Jia Cheng watched quietly without saying a word.

"Well, better than you, right?" the girl snorted.

"Good technique." Yin Ze admired.

"Humph."

"This at least gold-lettered signature-level massage technique is used on those chickens, ducks and fish that are about to be cooked and slaughtered. It will definitely calm their grief and unwillingness. Even the lifeless dough exudes serenity. Hunting, sublimation to euthanasia, and then returning to the beginning of the universe. I would like to call this a soul sacrificing ceremony, do you pray for ingredients like this every meal? Sakura-san, you are so gentle." Yin Ze sighed with emotion.

"It's really a delicate technique." Jiacheng nodded.

Sakura Mio had no expression on her face, and began to lose control of her movements.

"What are you doing? Why does it feel like you pinched someone's face?" Yin Ze, who is full of artistic accomplishment, keenly noticed the changes in the dough.

"It seems to be—I don't know which scumbag it is." Sakura looked at him and laughed, and at the same time slapped the dough.

"I feel like you're implying someone."

"I don't know, I'm just kneading dough."

Yin Ze secretly pulled a ball down and started making faces.

"What are you doing?! You can't steal my dough!" Sakura Mio sounded as unhappy as if she had been robbed of a plasticine toy.

"Miss Jiacheng, quickly tear a piece for me, I want to make a short hair!" Yin Ze's old hen hugged the little dough like protecting its cubs.

"Ah, whose face do you want to be?!"

When Iwadaira Suruga and Matsuda came out with the stuffed meat, they didn't see the square dumpling wrappers they imagined, but two lifelike three-dimensional head portraits of the dough on the chopping board.

The masculine one looks crooked, while the feminine one has regular features.Then look at Haruka Kamako, who is watching from the wall, covering his mouth and laughing, and Takizawa-kun, who is dejected in the field, and Sakura, who is holding hands in a victorious posture.

It seems that a duel has just ended silently.

"How is it? Did I look cute?" Sakura Mio asked flauntingly.

"It's cute. Nine out of ten people agree with each other." Yin Ze rubbed his waist and smiled.

"Is there another one?" Sakura Mio asked.

"That man's name is Awei, and he's dead."

"So the dumpling wrappers..." Matsuda sincerely is a realistic, rational and reliable man, he scratched his head and pointed to the core of the problem.

"Don't worry, I already have Plan B." Suruga Iwahira, who has a complete grasp of the situation, said confidently, "There are ready-made dumpling dough produced by the industrial assembly line in the refrigerator."

"Then these?"

"Sliced ​​noodles."