tokyo voice

"How are you doing?" Shimadzu Nobunaga wondered.

Yin Ze raised his mobile phone and took a photo of the flat frying pan full of meat slices in front of him, then moved the camera away, and turned around to take a group photo of the three of them.Head down and start editing.

After a while, Matsuda sincerely saw that the friends on his special attention list had new developments.

"Life is a one-way trip. The road is long and difficult. It's okay to stop occasionally for a short rest. Regrouping is for better striding. Good afternoon, beat the workers."

"Baking pan.JPG, photo of three people.JPG"

"Didn't you just say pretending to be dead? Why did you post it? It's still about enjoying life." Shimadzu Nobunaga tilted his head.

"My copywriting is so positive, and it's meant to inspire everyone. How can it be classified as a food dish?" Yin Ze shook his head.

"Ah, there are comments." Matsuda said sincerely while refreshing.

"I immediately clicked on the dynamic reminder. I follow you to see this? What about the new beautiful girl photo?"

"The next door'All Japan Joke List' is much more dedicated than you, bloggers should work harder."

"The beach theme called 'Shuihuasha Yexiang' last time, is there any more?"

"...I feel that more people follow you, and there are ulterior motives at all. However, the quality of these reposted pictures is really high." Shimadzu Nobunaga checked the previous reposts, and clicked a follow, "But What do you mean by experiment?"

"If even screenshots of the video are stuffed into the dimensional volume album, then this kind of pure high-definition selfie will never be missed, so the faster the handling speed, the popularity and number of female fans should also be proportional."

"With all due respect, from the current point of view, your loyal fans are basically healthy men who regard you as a resource transfer point... Maybe there are some more persistent "King of Idol 2" blackened players."

"The online environment here is the same as the social environment, which is relatively fragmented. If you are followed by people you don't know, you will privately message you and want to cancel it. Some people regard this as an open world, while others regard it as a private tree hole and privacy space. Women especially Sensitive, and will not express desire deeply." Yin Ze pushed the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Actively isolate the world and build a wall of heart. In my opinion, we live on a calm island of ignorance above, in a vast and endless black ocean..."

"Although you are very smart and intelligent when you talk about it, you offended me when you raised your middle finger and pushed that non-existent pair of glasses." Nobunaga Shimadzu said sincerely.

"I'm so sorry, I'll remember to wear real glasses next time."

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"It can't be effective..." Matsuda sincerely turned over the meat slices, sprinkled the seasoning, and said with a sigh, "And why do you care so much about the so-called female fans?"

"Childish, greedy, and especially like to act cool and handsome in front of cute opposite sex. From ancient times, men have been a kind of hopeless creatures." Shimadzu Nobunaga slowly explained, "Tie the Son of Man tightly, This is the yoke of nature, I call it the yoke of heaven."

Yin Ze picked out a piece of raw beef with long chopsticks, and put it on the pot to scald it.The fat sizzled under the high temperature, and after a while, the meat slices turned a delicious golden yellow.

It's not old or tender, it's just right, put it back in a small plate, serve it with fine salt and pepper, and sprinkle with chopped green onion, it's very classy.The man took another sip of sharp draft beer, waiting for the sliced ​​meat to be less hot.

"Huh? Uh-huh! Really?!" Matsuda, who still had something to swallow, suddenly waved his phone, "The photo album has really been updated!"

Shimadzu Nobunaga refreshed immediately, and then saw the new photo that was added to the dimensional album a few seconds ago.

The familiar decoration, the heat of the barbecue, and the smiling face that is three parts thin and seven parts game world, there is no doubt that this is the selfie just now.

As for him and Matsuda...

The picture was cropped? !

It was clearly a group photo of the three of them, but Chi Miannan was singled out.

Looking at the handsome face bathed in warm yellow lights on the screen, the pupils are as clean and clear as Lake Baikal in winter, as if reflecting the entire noisy world.

Look up again.

"This meat is still warm." Yin Ze was enjoying the chilled beef.

"I can't accept it at all!" Nobunaga Shimadzu was in pain as if he was confident that he had recharged the money but failed the six-degree shipwreck draw, and his facial features were all twisted together.

"Old people say that luck and misfortune depend on each other. Although there was an accident this time, I also found a real fan." Matsuda said sincerely.

"What about our 'fu'?" Shimadzu Nobunaga couldn't help asking.

"It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come."

"Brother... Are you repaying blessings or revenge?"

"Damn, why is this happening? I want to dedicate my life to the harem anime genre. Female fans will only confuse the agent and the company, and delay my acceptance of Wang Daozhai's drama!" Yin Ze sighed, worried.

"If it weren't for the love of the fellow moon people, I would have left this kind of person who is trying to catch fame and put on airs. I don't care if I don't know each other." Shimadzu Nobunaga was filled with grief and indignation.

"Drink, drink."

Tokyo Metropolitan Audio-Technica, like other aggrieved office workers in the store who organized groups to complain about leaders and arrange colleagues, raised their cups tacitly.The collision sound is crisp and pleasant.

Finished meal.

Nobunaga Shimadzu dragged Yin Ze to pay the bill with a chokehold. It was so violent because the latter said "You guys pay the bill first, I'll go to the bathroom" when he left his seat.

Sad times, sad society, the concept of trust has been riddled with holes.Goodness, someone really just wants to go to the bathroom.

Get out of the store.

"I have nothing to do this afternoon." Shimadzu Nobunaga stretched his waist and said.

"Same." Yin Ze rubbed his neck with red marks.

"What?" Shimadzu Nobunaga's eyes were sharp.

"Fuck." Yin Ze nodded deeply.

Isn't it just going to the video game city to play games? It's like preparing to storm the Maginot Line, Matsuda is sincere and speechless.

"Where's Matsuda?" Shimadzu Nobunaga turned his head and asked.

"have a job."

"Oh, every time I look for you, there is something. Really, you must join us whenever you are free. We will take you to experience the happiness of a man." Shimadzu Nobunaga regretted.

"talk later……"

So he waved his hands on the spot, and Shimadzu Nobunaga and Yin Ze walked shoulder to shoulder to the hormone-filled, men's amusement park.Matsuda sincerely turned around and took the subway straight to the set.

To be honest, even if the area of ​​Tokyo is not too big, there are enough professional recording studios. During this period of running around, I almost went to all the recording sites.

The session in the afternoon was the recording studio of the senior colleagues who met and taught them generously.

Coincidentally, Kasugano Yoko-senpai is also here this time.The only difference is that from the protagonist of that work to the small supporting role in the three episodes of this one.

Even popular seiyuu are not all big productions and big fans. Like this, it is the embodiment of maturity that they can bear the weight of the first season and be able to benefit others.

Matsuda straightened out the folds of his old clothes, and walked into the recording studio respectfully. Maybe it was because he watched someone too much, and he greeted the actors very smoothly, especially when he met Yoko-senpai. He praised the clothing and hairstyle, felt very happy, and gave advice.

"Sit next to me, right? Anyway, there are plenty of vacancies." Yangzi was very easy-going. Just after finishing speaking, he saw the junior in front of him with a simple smile, waved his hands quickly, and at the same time sat down at the corner of the audience.

He is not surprised by favor or humiliation, he is polite but does not flirt with others, and he does not use his brains to get close to the popular, gentle and easy-going seniors who are close to him. Instead, he faces work with a professional and strict attitude as always, even if only Just a few insignificant lines.

What a rookie with great potential, Yoko thought so appreciatively after being briefly surprised.

Matsuda sincerely shielded the script in front of his face, feeling a little nervous.

Are you trying to test the unspoken rules of the set seating that I don't understand?

Since junior high school, he wanted to learn how to observe words and emotions, and for this reason, he took the initiative to work in the furniture market where there are many people and complicated affairs. Although the results have not been great over the years, he still has some experience.

In fact, the first time I met this Kasugano-san, I had a vague feeling that although the senior looks quiet and elegant, he is full of the beauty of Yamato Nadeshiko like the Manyoshu.But she is always suppressing something deliberately, as if she is suppressing her emotions, maybe she is not as approachable and talkative as she appears.

Maybe unexpectedly cold and strict.

She is the kind of high-end strong woman who will frown and scold a newcomer when she sees a newcomer wearing an untidy tie when she passes by the company.

He moved the script down quietly, and immediately saw Senior Yangzi staring at this side thoughtfully.

Hey - terrible.

Matsuda sincerely retracted immediately.

Chapter 60

Japan is a typical sparrow country that is small and complete. In terms of the level of foreign cultural exports, it is also the first echelon in the world.

Among them, the various subcultures extended with ACG as the main body can be described as unique and unique.After all, who doesn't want to have a doraemon with a different-dimensional pocket, and who doesn't want to be an unpredictable transformation monster who hides in the city.

The same is true for Matsuda Makoto, who is a native of the country. When he was a child, he often watched the animation channel on the TV with his job in hand.Leaving aside the money-making fighters of the new century who led him to the point of no return as a seiyuu, at least he had fantasized about owning an Agumon of his own.

It's strange to say that, even though he is a person in the industry now, Matsuda's sincere knowledge of animation is still in his childhood, and he doesn't know much about the current trend.

The previous works were limited in age, rough and exaggerated, but basically as long as they can be broadcast on TV, there are some remarkable artistic flashes.Now, with the increase in production, the pace has become faster and faster.

Anyway, the names seem to be getting longer and longer...

Matsuda stared sincerely at the plain cover of the script, on which the title of the work was written. "The strongest Mr. Demon Fox actually reincarnated and became the big brother next door who loves me so much"

Uh.

In his humble opinion, wouldn't it be better to have a concise title like "The Fox Falls in Love with Me"?It is catchy, and it doesn't misinterpret the original meaning.

Today, he is still doing his best to play Passerby A, and he has already memorized those few sentences fluently. It is better to say that the lines of the actors are not bad, but Mr. Matsuda, who is currently at the level, basically repeats them once.So not very nervous.

He even sneaked a peek at the set when he had time.

Senior Yoko seems to have met someone he knows, and he is holding someone's hand and chatting in a low voice, with a smile on his face, and occasionally even talking about interesting topics, the smile is a little uncontrollably broken.

Sure enough, this older sister was hiding something from him and Takizawa before.

A little farther away sat some colleagues who arrived later. There were young and beautiful women, and there were also charming men with a battle-hardened style.The number of people is not small, presumably it should be the reason why all the members have to show their faces in the first episode.

But in this episode, he and Senior Yangzi took over the work of the extras.

Oddly enough, Matsuda sincerely lost his mind, thinking about the discounts in the nearby supermarkets and the shortcomings of my fried rice with runny eggs.

At this moment, a figure entered the recording studio, and he just caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye.

The little girl's dress upholds the same simple style as always, her hair is just washed and blow-dried in ordinary water, without curling or perming.After entering the door, it is like meeting a teacher at school, and greets you with a low bow.

Just like clear water, it flows quietly by the side, washing others, and throwing stones is just a bang, and only a few waves are stirred up, and the water calms down again.

This kind of person is exactly what he longed for.

"Ah, Mr. Matsuda." The girl also saw him and smiled.

"Well, please give me your advice." Matsuda sincerely also held the script and said with a smile to the little guy who can be his younger sister in terms of age.

"Me too, please teach me a lot."

As before, quite a formulaic exchange.

After the girl said hello, she tilted her head slightly and looked around at the many vacant seats, hesitated for a few seconds, then sat near the microphone, spread out the lines book full of personal comprehension notes, and lowered her gaze to review.

Her quietness is genuine, unlike Senior Yoko who is a little weird.

But what Matsuda sincerely cares about is not this... That kind of "golden seat" is supposed to only belong to the master or the respected elders. disgusted.

However, how could she, who has always been trembling, not know about such common sense things?Although it is only a superficial working relationship with frequent encounters, Matsuda sincerely believes that the social skills of little girls are no less than that of close friends.

In this way, if you still sit there knowing the truth, there is only one truth.

For no reason, Matsuda sincerely suddenly thought of his last job that died.It is true that due to his long-term experience and temper, he has become somewhat accustomed to bad things, so there is no particular setback.

But now, inexplicably feeling a little depressed.

As time passed, a fat man took a supervisory position behind a glass wall and announced the start of recording.

Everyone got up with a sense of ritual, and all bowed to ask for advice, just like saying "I'm starting" before eating.

"I'm Yuu Irino from Junction, playing the role of the demon fox, and I'll be taking care of you from now on."

"MusicRayn's Maeda Haruka, gave her voice to Mikawa Hana."

"I am Takahiro Sakurai desu from 91Produce~"

"EmEnterprise belongs to Zaori Saori, because there are still many immature places, please correct me and teach." The girl who had previously made fun of Yanyan with Senior Yoko turned out to be a colleague of the same company.

Illusion... It feels like any of them has higher female power than Yoko-senpai.

"I'm Yui Mizukura of StyleCube, and I'm not yet experienced enough in acting. I'm still a little apprehensive about playing such an important role this time. I hope everyone will take care of me."

Sure enough, it was the main character.

Matsuda sincerely felt a little emotional.

After that, except for occasionally stepping up to make up words, he basically stayed in the corner.I often watch and learn other people's acting skills like this, and among the outstanding voice actors, the little girl who is obviously still in school is particularly eye-catching.

Some are walking on thin ice, but they can always give the sound and response the producer wants, which is undoubtedly qualified.

The lighting effect of the recording studio is very soft, and Matsuda Makoto sat in a position where he would not disturb anyone, silently watching the dedicated girl bathed in the vertical light in front of her.

All of a sudden, it felt distant, obviously because I was older.

I'm sure we'll meet more times like this in the future.

Although there is no extreme desire to stand out, who hasn't secretly fantasized about standing in the middle of the world and being a handsome protagonist when washing dishes, throwing newspapers, and lunch breaks?