tokyo voice

"Everything has to be experienced before it can be done better."

"The TV series I'm following is about to be updated, can I change the channel?" Jiacheng asked.

"Seiyuu should watch anime, right?" Iwahira Suruga said.

"I'm not interested in animations without my own appearance."

"You didn't appear in the TV series either."

"...It's impossible for girls to like you like this."

The DIY dumpling dinner with thin skin and big stuffing ended in such a pleasant atmosphere.After tidying up the kitchen, Iwadaira Suruga sent them several hundred meters before saying goodbye.

Matsuda Makoto and Jiacheng sat on the tram in the same direction, so they also waved and left together.

As for this side, after all, the little girl was called out by herself, and she was still a minor, so Yin Ze had to escort her for a while because of emotion and reason.Every time at this time, he would miss the taxis in his hometown, which were cheap and fast, and the master driver was very good at chatting and bragging.

Tonight's night is very clear and clear, there are no heavy dark clouds, the moonlight is bright and clear, pouring on the long road and sprinkled all over the ground, tiny clusters of stars grow in clusters.

"Have you eaten yet?" Yin Ze asked casually.

"It's not bad." Sakura Mioyin was on his right side, walking step by step with her hands behind her back, and said with a struggle, "...Dad is urging me to lose weight recently."

"That's really a long-term battle." Yin Ze respectfully said.

"You mean I'm fat?!" Sakura Mio said angrily.

Yin Ze turned his head and looked up and down slightly.

Feeling his gaze, the young girl felt a little unnatural out of reserve, her face flushed slightly under the evening wind.

"Objectively speaking, I'm a bit fat." Yin Ze replaced the girl's shyness with resentment in one sentence, and seeing that she was about to be kicked again, he hurried a few steps away and said, "But considering your age, you are still childish. Very healthy!"

"Die!"

Under the moonlight, the two chased and fought like elementary school students between classes, grabbing the hem of their clothes and slapping their backs.After running for two intersections in a row, he crossed his arms and stopped, panting slightly.

Yin Ze leaned against the street lamp, looking at this overly lively "friend" who could be her younger sister.

"Still staring? So fat?" Sakura Mio stared at him half annoyed.

"No, I just want to ask, you don't feel uncomfortable tonight?" Yin Ze said softly.

"I still want to say, why didn't you tell me in advance that it was a concurrent party." Seeing that he took the initiative to mention it, the girl curled her lips and replied.

"I'm just worried that you won't come if you really say that. You don't know how to deal with such a large number of people, right?" Yin Ze said, he felt that the little girl and Matsuda had some similarities.

In private, he is actually a positive person, but he will become depressed in social situations.

"...It's nothing, it's all from the cultivation institute anyway, and I'm not a stranger. And if I have to say it, I feel more happy, especially your debut work." Sakura Mio sound talking about Ellie Many, thinking of the evaluation on the Internet, the corners of the mouth are unconscionably raised.

"No matter what the reason is, if you can make the audience laugh, you have basically fulfilled your professional mission." Yin Ze said modestly.

"I haven't said that I don't mind you concealing military information." Sakura Mio sounded boyishly tossing her hair, and said flatly, "Next time, remember to make up for it. It belongs to the game between our friends."

"Then what do you want to play?"

"...It's true, we don't know each other's hobbies yet. The so-called friends are those who share similar interests and share happiness. Hey, what do you like? Playing games? I can do arcades." Sakura Mio sound somewhat Xiao proudly said.

"I can't tell, you can also fight the King of Fighters?" Yin Ze immediately became more energetic.

"Generally speaking, it must be Street Fighter, right?" The girl shook her head.

"Where's the picture? I like Metal Slug 3."

"It's obvious that the second generation is more fun, right?" The girl disliked it.

"Super Mario, are you alright?"

"Ah, I prefer Rockman and Sonic."

"Isn't this completely unsuitable!"

The two stared wide-eyed.

The tram was not crowded at night, Jiacheng looked at Matsuda dazed by the street scene passing by outside the carriage, and couldn't help asking, "What's on your mind?"

Matsuda returned to his senses sincerely, and smiled embarrassedly, "I'm thinking about Takizawa-kun's performance today."

"Speaking of it, that is indeed a very mature performance, it doesn't sound like a novice." Jia Chengyao also sighed.

"That's right...that's what a voice actor should look like." Matsuda sincerely lowered his head slightly, and continued after hesitating for a few seconds, "My previous debut was to give voice to the fleeing crowd. How should I put it, I didn't I don't mind the number of roles, but seeing my name appear in the list for the first time, I was very touched beyond words."

"However, I just added those meaningless, messy shouts, the kind of woo-wah-wah. A performance like this can also be famous and get paid."

Matsuda paused sincerely, the light from the window hit his profile, outlining his outline.

"To be honest, I'm really a little apprehensive, especially after seeing Takizawa-kun's performance today."

"You really are a serious guy."

Jiacheng looked at the person in front of him and thought for a while, then said softly after a while, clenching his fists to cheer him up.

"But there's no point in worrying about gains and losses here. As long as you don't miss every opportunity and try your best every time to release yourself without regrets, this trouble will never happen again."

"makes sense."

A smile appeared on Matsuda's sincere and thin face, and he silently watched the bustling night scene of Tokyo.I made up my mind again.

Yes, we must work harder and pay more attention.

With full force--

Chapter No.11 More work shows that leaders value it

As we all know, human beings are extremely hypocritical creatures, and they are the best at disguising themselves.

When I was in elementary school, a sixth-grade strong man from the brigade committee came to do a questionnaire survey on the taste of canteen food. The man was only in the third grade that year, but he could already ignore the burnt tomato scrambled egg shells, put on a mask and give a thumbs up and say this It is delicious on earth.

Not only that, human beings are also extremely fickle. They are best at imagining, eating what is in the bowl and thinking about what is in the pot.

When he was in middle school, the whole school held a sports meeting. The man was in the period of green and ignorant, and the girl he had a crush on participated in the sprint. He waited at the finish line like a loyal dog Hachiko. In beauty.But soon his eyes were attracted by the long legs of the track next door. Because he was too white and too long, he even missed the chance to support the goddess and pass water.

When there is a quilt, human beings will want steamed buns, and when there are steamed buns, human beings will want to have fun.

But now, when he has a heavy high education diploma and a sum of discretionary money, of course he also wants to...

"So you mean you want to go to the nightclub to find Mom Sang and introduce the beautiful girls in school uniforms, short skirts and white socks who have stumbled, drinking and playing flying chess?" Kashiwai Ippei's voice on the phone was magnetic and deep.

"I just want to rest, please don't talk so outrageously." Yin Ze was speechless, and asked tentatively after a few seconds, "Is there really such a store?"

"Of course there is, and it's very safe."

"Novices only consider safety, we only pay attention to whether it is normal or not." Yin Ze disdains.

"Don't talk so much, the itinerary is set, go to work for me immediately." The manager said coldly.

"The working hours are too unstable."

"You are still too superficial. You should know that the work is both easy and heavy. The current task only requires you to brag, and you will get money and popularity." Kashiwa Ippei followed the temptation, "Why not do it? Woolen cloth?"

"Has this day finally come?" Yin Ze said in a deep tone, "I'm about to become Guo Degang's replacement."

"...is to be a broadcast guest." Kashiwai Ippei said.

"What do you mean?"

"Darkness Reincarnation Fantasy is now on the rise. The corresponding broadcasts, commentary sub-tracks, and various peripherals must of course keep up. Otherwise, how can you buy the boss's villa? You are the guest of the first broadcast."

"But I'm a bitch who died in half an episode." Yin Ze was startled.

"But the role is topical." Kashiwai Ippei said with a snort, "and take this opportunity to slowly promote you as a person in the middle. Remember to be funny and humorous, be approachable, elegant in conversation, maintain interaction, and be flexible changeable……"

"It's the same as a blind date."

"Yes, yes, you have to pamper and care for the audience as if they are your lover, especially to accumulate female fans." The manager instructed, "They are also very quick to recharge."

"Bai Jing-san, you are still too narrow-minded. I have always regarded Party A as my parents. After all, you can get rid of your girlfriend when she is unreasonable and upset, but you must obey the demands of your parents. It seems that your The awareness is still far from deep enough." Yin Ze shook his head in disappointment.

"Then let's be both a mother and a girlfriend, whatever you want, just cheer me up." Kashiwa Ippei said, "You go now, I have sent the address to your mailbox."

"Oh, there's going to be a traffic jam again." Yin Ze was annoyed artificially.

"I'll pay for a taxi." Kashiwa Ippei said neatly.

"It's finally time, master, you can drive now."

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In the man's impression of radio, it has a mottled and yellowed old-fashioned feel.

He did have a radio when he was a kid, and he remembers being shocked the first time he heard human speech from that little square box.From now on, I have to fiddle with before going to bed, sometimes it is news, sometimes it is homework, and sometimes it is about the mystery of Shennongjia savages.

As for the in-vehicle radio, which can be called the shadow of the old days, it used to be favored by drivers who run night cars and pull goods.The lonely transportation journey of hundreds of kilometers, Xinghui above the head with a cigarette in his mouth and kicking the gas pedal, and in the closed compartment, the host who is thousands of miles away is whispering and playing music. This is a different kind of companionship and pastime.

But when TV became popular and the Internet and smartphones came, the broadcasting industry started to fail.

Before going to bed, people can play games online, watch variety shows, and listen to songs to relieve their melancholy.The drivers also use social software to brag, and the motivated ones are busy grabbing orders to make money. Who would listen to Teacher Xiaomei reading letters from readers and chatting about the familiar and annoying relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?

Before we know it, we've witnessed something age, even die.

Japan's broadcasting industry has also been hit by the Internet and smartphones, but overall it is still colorful.

As for voice actors doing radio programs, it is not uncommon. Firstly, it is a professional counterpart, and secondly, it is also an income and a good opportunity for exposure.

For the audience, this is a good opportunity to get in touch with the people in their favorite roles. Putting on the two-dimensional cloak, the gags also reduce the dusty sense of reality.

But Yin Ze has no idea.

He is a typical boy of the wind.

Specifically, you can smile brightly when communicating, but when it comes time to put on facial expressions and take pictures, you won’t laugh anymore... The same goes for chatting, you can talk all kinds of things in private, and you can sit in the studio, outside the glass wall The staff stared at it, and thought that there might be thousands of people listening at this second, so they were a little bit restrained. If they said inappropriate remarks again, it would be even worse.

So the man decided to use the setting of "normal people" throughout, just like a professional player playing Texas Hold'em, firmly controlling his words and deeds.

He didn't think about getting out of the circle by acting out, but he still felt that since it was a behind-the-scenes job, he should serve behind the scenes.

After thinking about it, he has come to the work place.

I forgot to ask before, I don’t know which colleague is the host of the broadcast.

It must be the main character, isn't it the senior with the moustache?

His acting skills are excellent, he treats people kindly, and seems very stable.

"I still need to do some debugging work. You can go to the studio to sit and read the manuscript first, and communicate with your partner in advance." The producer of this show received him. It is gold-rimmed glasses paired with a mid-range mechanical watch, exuding the capable atmosphere of high-end social animals.

Holding the basic script printed with sponsor advertisements and session information, he walked towards the studio, pushed open the door, and was about to shake hands with Big Brother senior, but suddenly stopped.

Opposite the table where the microphone was set up, a slender figure with a ponytail was writing at the desk.

A white sailor suit with a red bow tie, a patterned plaid knee-length skirt, white stockings, and small brown women's leather shoes.Bypassing the strands of hair hanging down, one can see a delicate and childish side face.

Those were the best years, youthful and moving, and the studio with a rather modern and tough decoration style seemed to be stained with the laziness and innocence that can only be found in campus classrooms.

The girl frowned, as if she was in a predicament of academic ability, poking her face with the end of her pen in thought.

Yin Ze walked over and took a look. The formulas in the notebook were arranged like an army, which turned out to be mathematics.

Lovers and life will betray you, but math won't -- and math won't.

The girl who was immersed in her studies raised her head, Yingying's eyes flickered a few times, and soon there was a cute smile on her face that could handle any man, and her eyes were slender and curved into beautiful crescents.

The height difference between the two is close to two heads.

Looking up and down.

"Mr. Takizawa, hello." The girl stood up and bowed with her hands folded in front of her belly.

"Hey, long time no see, classmate Rigao, no, no, it's senior Rigao." Yin Ze also treated this junior senior with great respect.

No.12 Happiness is sleep

Yin Ze sat down and flicked through the script for more than ten seconds. He glanced at it and saved it, so he didn't care about it. Anyway, he just called it out temporarily when he needed it.

After Hidaka Mana had a few polite words with him, she refocused on solving the problem.

To be honest, being able to quickly settle down and enter a state of concentration in any environment is a rare and good skill. Most of this is cultivated by a long-term self-discipline life, and it is a standard for successful people who are not backward waves.

If it were him, even lying on his side and watching the girl group dance would feel that the butt cushion is too hard, let alone study.

Yin Ze sneakily looked at this genuine Sakura student girl.

In the early years, there was a saying that lived in an American house, hired a British housekeeper, ate Chinese food, married a Japanese wife, and nursed French soldiers.