tokyo voice

Several young or mature students were sitting opposite the old pure wooden desk, everyone was so solemn.

The dean's room is so elegant and quiet, there is nothing but the rustling of pens.

The white-haired old man buried in writing, and the parrot resting on his shoulders.The light is wandering, and the spring breeze is blowing.This scene is full of movie shots and full of Zen flavor.

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

Onishi Chuanjie spoke suddenly, with a gentle tone, and the waiting students listened attentively.

"For the literary award, there are criticisms from all walks of life. Nohiko Shimada accused the conservatism of the selection committee members of the Akutagawa Award. Yasutaka Tsutsui also used articles to ridicule him. Gold, making the literary award a business and resigning from the judges."

The old dean said slowly.

"Actually, aside from these things, as far as I am concerned, I am still very grateful. Although the bonus I got many years ago is far from what it is now, it is only a mere [-] yen, but in the past, I could already guarantee food and clothing for half a year. So that I will never write while starving and freezing. No matter how noble a literati is, they always have to eat, so while chasing the "divinity" between the lines, don't forget that you were originally born on the vast land The bucket next to the stable is not as comfortable as the bath pool made of marble. The muddy water is turbid, but there are thousands of dust in it, just like this flashy world where no one is clean."

The old dean put down his pen and slowly raised his head. The years had made his skin aging, and his temples were frosty.But the old man's eyes are as clear and boundless as the sky of the Cang Kingdom, full of the light of wisdom.

"I have also been a judge before, and people always say whether the winners can bring a new atmosphere like the next four seasons to the field of pure literature, which is an indicator of future pure literature. It is good to have ideas, but too obsessed with greatness, You will forget your feet. Award-winning works may not be sold well, and readers have their own choices. Looking directly at the sun, your eyes will hurt and you can’t keep your eyes open. If you turn your back on the sun, you can see everything behind you clearly. "

The old dean looked at one of the students.

"Hehe, I said a lot, and they were all warnings. Let me be the teacher, and let me babble one more time. After all, you have already made achievements... So congratulations, Fujino Miya-kun, With "The Butterfly in the Garden of Darkness", I won the Akutagawa Award 146 times. But this is just the beginning, the grass in my garden will sprout again, and the infinite world will soon be green. Please work hard in the future to live up to the black and white pen and ink."

"Teacher's guidance, I will keep it in my heart for the rest of my life, and I will repay your guidance and inheritance with higher achievements in the future!" Across the desk, a younger man couldn't hold back the turbulent emotions, and said loudly with red eyes. explain.

"I bought this pen when I became famous, and I also used it to write the book "The Firework Man in the First Year of Bunjiu". I will give it to you today." Said Onishi Chuansuke, closing the pen cap in his hand, Passed it slowly.

Fujino Maya couldn't believe it at first, and then took it cautiously.

Montblanc, model 1993, Agatha Christie from the Writer's Collection.

He slowly stroked the body of the sterling silver pen. The clip of the pen was a snake's head walking around a cap. The snake's eyes were tiny dark red gemstones, just like the passages written by its owner, real and depressing, dark and gray and cold , Well-intentioned to teach people to look directly at the ugliness in the depths of the soul.

Finally, Fujino-kun silently bowed a ninety-degree bow, and then wiped away his tears, as if rushing to the battlefield where the storm and lightning gathered, he strode out with his head held high and his ambition in mind.

After the door is closed again.

"Seeing that radiant appearance reminds me of myself many years ago."

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life sighed, and then sneered complicatedly.

"The teacher's current teaching has also advanced with the times. In the past, he would say that writers are not ignorant of tricks, but even if they know, they must maintain the dignity of literature, even if the price is their own lives. Now But I cut out the important sentence at the end, and instead emphasized to the immature Xinmiao that I have enough food and clothing, and I have changed a lot."

"Haven't you given up yet?" Onishi Chuansuke didn't care about the man's sarcasm, and frowned, "I've been asleep for more than ten years, should I wake up?"

"What are you talking about? The extremely dreamy and pure snow-like world described by Kawabata Yasunari, you can tear it apart bloody, but I can't?" The down-and-out 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 Chuansuke said in a deep voice.

"Impossible." The middle-aged man twitched his cheeks, "I will not admit defeat. 'Literature should not be reduced to subsistence. It should be where the pen is written.'".

"Ichiyo Higuchi died of poverty and illness at the age of 26 two years after he wrote this diary in July of 7th Meiji." Onishi Kawasuke shook his head, "That is the sorrow of the times, but there is no need to repeat it now That kind of pain."

"You are old, and your old fangs and claws are peeling off, so you choose to compromise. But I will never, I have not changed, you have changed. Now anyone can create, and can post their hard work through the Internet to every corner of the world, but anyone can destroy a work at will with a light flick of a finger." The middle-aged man looked at them fiercely like a wounded beast and said, "Publishers put their interests first, and publications and media put Controlling the breath and veins, this is a place of blood buried under holy feathers, I want to use my own words to awaken it, just like the group of people many years ago."

"Kenzo, no matter how sick you are, there should be a limit!" The old director, who had always been well-preserved, was rarely angry.

"Oh, be angry. People who use pens as swords to criticize everything should be as angry as a volcano." The middle-aged man smiled back, and said to everyone, "You are the same, you should be angry too."

The conversation ended up being nothing.The little quarrel did not give any results, and Onishi Kawasuke silently watched the bearded student leave with his hands, sighing silently.

The old man calmed down a little, and turned to a young woman with a beautiful face with a smile.

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

A good-looking woman among the students nodded slightly in response.

"Publications and editors play an important role. Only a mature film-based system and a good publishing mechanism can enable authors to continue to produce continuously. The elderly can continue to persevere and support the younger generations, and newcomers can also be continuously discovered. Only in this way can the literary world be guaranteed. Diversity and vitality. And only with a sufficient number of hard-core writers, can it be easier to collide and give birth to amazing geniuses to create new heights of attention." Onishi Chuansuke encouraged, "In the future, you will also have to repay , to feed them back.”

"Understood." The hottest and most popular young female mystery novelist nodded lightly in response.

The old dean went back to praise a few people.

After ten minutes.

"I have read the report submitted a few days ago, because some documents need to be consulted, and I will send it to you next week after the revision is completed. Remember to compare it. By the way, last year's results were not bad. But why did you suddenly Do you want to apply for an internship at the Tokyo Metropolitan Photographic Art Museum?" Onishi Kawasuke tapped on the desktop and asked in confusion.

"I am very interested in myself. I actually plan to be a curator in the future. But if I want to be a curator, I will definitely have no chance without the qualifications of an artist. I plan to start doing odd jobs first." A student who is about to graduate scratches his head , he wears a very fashionable trendy pigtail. .

"Want to take a photoshoot?" The old scholar was really speechless and hesitated for a while. Although he didn't say it, the expression on his face said "Are you messing around?".

"I have a special liking for photography. Every night, I think, if it weren't for the stubbornness of my old-fashioned grandfather, I would have become a well-known young photographer. Now that I am approaching graduation, I am starting to decide my future life path. Tossing and turning, anyway, I can’t sink my heart into Latin research anyway. I want to take a camera and travel all over the world to record this gorgeous world.” The fashionable student said quietly, with longing in his eyes, “Teacher, this It’s definitely not a sudden whim. I think I also have some talent in photography. A few days ago, I participated in the shooting of the No.20 issue of "Summer Love", and everyone in the team praised my aesthetic taste!"

"...I've never heard of it." The old dean blew his beard and stared.

"What? The No. 20 issue of "Summer Love", which is said to open up a new era of idol photoshoots, actually has a share of credit from you, senior?!" A male student who was an old god got excited when he heard the words.

"This junior knows?" The fashionable senior was slightly taken aback.

"Of course, I also forwarded it to publicize. Every picture is a high-quality product, and the graphic composition and lens language are absolutely top-notch!" The male student praised.

"Oh, don't dare to be, don't dare to be, it's still far from my goal." The fashionable senior said modestly.

Seeing the two most unreliable two bragging, Onishi Chuansuke suddenly felt a headache, he covered his forehead, "Oh, forget it, let you go. Shumei is a public art museum, which seems to belong to the history and culture of Tokyo Metropolis The consortium, the top of the consortium is the Tokyo Metropolitan Government. I have students working in the Cultural Agency. Don’t do odd jobs, just do regular work.”

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

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. Let me tell you in advance that you go there because you are serious about chasing your dreams and starting a second life. If you are willing to degenerate, I will catch you back with my own hands and throw you to your grandfather's house." Go to the Institute of Ancient Characters." Onishi Chuansuke said sharply.

"I am a bird in a cage and a fish in a net. Once it goes away, it is like a bird on a blue sky and a fish in the sea. It is no longer fettered! It is too late to hang the beam on the head and pierce the buttocks. How dare you slack off?" The fashionable senior burst into tears.

"Okay, okay, let's go." Onishi Chuansuke waved his hand in disgust.

"Senior, senior, please add a contact information, I'm not talented, but I also like to dabble in photography, if you have any first-hand information, please share it with me?" But the male student grabbed the senior first, held up his mobile phone, He smiled attentively.

"Isn't it just to reveal the material first? It's easy to say. They are all students of Mr. Onishi, a family." The senior gave the phone call generously, and then did not forget to bow to the old dean, "Then I will leave first?"

"Get out, get out." When the old dean thought that this young ancient language talent was about to betray his teacher, and ran to shoot Lao Shizi's woman in a swimsuit, his face turned black like a pot, and he was in a bad mood.

The fashionable senior knew the old man's displeasure, so he quickly ran away, even before he looked at the office with some curiosity.

Only the old dean and the male classmate were left in the dean's room.

Reminiscent of the great achievements of the talented brothers and sisters before, and looking at this person who is so ordinary, what is the ultimate achievement that allows the dean to stay to the last one to talk freely?

The door was quickly shut.

Onishi Chuansuke stared right in front of him, the student he was most satisfied with this year, slowly getting better again, nodding with a smile on his face, even his wrinkles exuded happiness.

"Congratulations, Takizawa-kun!"

The old dean laughed loudly, happier than congratulating anyone before.

"Successfully won the title of the king of the 18th session of the most beautiful face selection competition of the University of Tokyo, and became the emperor of our school's appearance, the grassroots of the University of Tokyo that everyone returns!"

"..."

"This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that you have already passed the top 10 most beautiful faces in the male college boys' competition in Japan! This kind of achievement can only be compared with that evildoer at the Tokyo University of the Arts!"

Onishi Kawasuke said happily for the rest of his life.

"Waseda next door didn't even touch your leg hair! Hahahaha! It really made me so angry!"

"Uh, that's really great." The man answered after holding back for a long time.

"After a while, it will be our school's public day, and you have to stand up. People outside the teaching know that we are different from before, and stand up completely!" The old dean patted the table and said passionately.

"I will go all out to live up to my expectations." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

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Hongliang Tsuchiya, a loyal ACG researcher and practitioner, is a senior engineer of the Department of Aigen.I have a personal blog and a column expert.A masterpiece full of charm in the popular science circle will basically not be left behind in domestic related activities.A staunch missionary.

He was also one of the participants and one of the key players in the previous "King of Idol 2" turmoil.

Consortium B has committed a heinous crime, which has caused complaints from the players, and it is time for the rebellion to start.

Under the widespread protests, the sales of "King of Idol 2" continued to slump, and the producer had no choice but to go back to the furnace and redo it. Due to force majeure, it is temporarily unavailable. After completing certain pre-tasks, the new version can further unlock the popular characters of the previous game. Even the battle function has been worked overtime, and it is now fried.

The speed of admitting mistakes is so fast, and the apology is relatively in place. Gradually, no one is pestering the official tweets and official website every day.

As a connoisseur in the Two-dimensional field with many fans, Hiroshi Tsuchiya bought the noble Platinum version out of duty, interest, and prejudice, and started a round-the-clock strategy.

In a one-person cabin in Tokyo, a wide, fat, honest and amiable bear man sits shirtless in front of the computer. On the table are unsealed barbecue-flavored potato chips and bubbling happy water.He has a serious expression and a correct attitude, as if a legendary code farmer carries the expectations of everyone, and is serious and meticulous as if he is solving a fatal and vicious bug for the company.

Pa la pa la pa la, the mechanical keyboard banged wildly. After more than 40 minutes, Tsuchiya Hongliang let out a long sigh of relief, took his hands off the keyboard, and took a drink of happy water.

I saw that the data and reviews about "King of Idol 2.1" were densely written on the large screen.

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

After clicking release, Tsuchiya Hongliang felt light on his body and completely relaxed.

it is finally over.

The Idol King is so popular, and fans are all over the world, so it is even more annoying that such a thing happened in the orthodox sequel.Today, when the official shakes hands with the players, it has been half a year since the release date. In the past, some people have already collected them all, but now everyone has begun to put aside distracting thoughts and experience it formally.

Because of this, his strategy is also based on the night vigil.

Although it was long overdue, it was simply catching up.

Hiroshi Tsuchiya, who has hundreds of thousands of fans, can be regarded as an authoritative person in this circle, a half-step first-class animation master.Not long after such a hard-core article was published, people began to leave comments and like it.

He glanced briefly.

"Old bright to the point!"

"So slow, I've been lazy lately."

"It's very helpful to me, especially there are still bugs in the battle function. I learned it, so can the blogger delete it now?"

"The quality of the game is still acceptable, and the compensation is in place. Platinum users can draw 10 costumes for free, and the fragrance is still fragrant."

""The Last Fist 4" is also released, does the blogger have any ideas?"

"Old fans, new tweets and new reasoning columns haven't been updated for a long time, it's time for Lao Liang to act."

Alas, [-]% of them are reminders, and no one praises the achievements. Netizens are so indifferent.

sorrow.

Hiroshi Tsuchiya, who just finished a big project, decided not to bother with it.Instead, treat yourself first, relax and take a look, and visit the station.

The round bear man changed into a comfortable sitting position, picked up the potato chips, and rhythmically shook his hairy thighs to brush the N station.

On the home page, I randomly clicked on a rather popular ghost video, and started to enjoy it.

...

The title is "Dangerous El Reidor".

The beginning is quite normal, a battle clip clip from the first episode of "Dark Reincarnation Fantasy", cool transitions and post-production special effects, it can be seen that the producer is a technical nerd.

Jie Jie Jie, the strength of the Knights of the King who have been selected through harsh trials is indeed extraordinary, but can this level protect the object of your oath? '

The knight's arm holding the sword was cut off, and he flew high. The princess' pupils shrank when she saw this.

'Eldore! '

'Your Highness, don't come here! '

'This is the end, weak knight, keep your eyes open to see your end! '

'...Sorry, it seems that I can only accompany you here. '

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

'—The star sinks! ! '

Different from the original work, the producer inserted another BGM here, which is more poignant and sad.Originally, the overall effect was very good. Coupled with the passionate performance of the voice actors, there was a tragic and epic feeling that could not be resisted.

However, the style of the fast-moving barrage army is completely different.

"Ego who exploded without reciting the complete mantra is crumbs"

"I've been waiting (irritated)"

"It's Coming (Ecstasy)"

"Start the bible chanting... eh? What about the chanting?"

"Tactical Without Chanting"

"Straight to the point"

"simple and rude"