In order to remind himself to get up in time for today's recording, Mr. Matsuda set an alarm clock for half past seven.

When it was time, the alarm bell blared "win win win", and the gongs and drums rang loudly. Matsuda Makoto, who was still sleepy, was finally awakened by the vibration of his cell phone.

He squinted his eyes, put his hand under the pillow and groped for a while, then pressed the alarm clock he had set.

Although the signal of this old-fashioned Sony is not very good, the network delay is high, and the video playback is often laggy, the sound quality is extremely outstanding, the vibration is even better, plus it has unparalleled waterproof performance, and the industry's top screen quality, it can be called a three-proof machine.

The handler.

Before he was half asleep, Matsuda's arm holding the phone naturally dropped, and then he let it go unconsciously. Apart from the sound of the old Sony falling to the ground, the only sound left in the small rented room was a man's snoring.

Both the rhythm and the melody are full of the characteristic flavor of the voice actor's career.

Breathe in and out every three seconds, and make sure there is no deviation.

As if he had gained insight into the laziness of human nature, after a few seconds of silence, the beastly nature of the three-defense realm guard that fell to the floor reappeared, and it buzzed wildly again.

The effect was not obvious on the bed just now, but now it has fallen to the ground. The proud Nissan rotary motor has shown its true capabilities, and it can move slowly on the ground in small steps just by vibration.

Matsuda sincerely lay down on the bed, stretched out his hand to turn off this annoying thing, and got into the quilt again. As expected, it was the most comfortable place.

It wasn't until he remembered the ringing for the third time that he sat up suddenly, seemingly with great determination, and kicked away the quilt that was only half covering him.

A second later, the temperature that makes people addicted to it has turned into a butterfly and flew away.

Mr. Matsuda, who was pulled to play games all night last night and experienced firsthand the feelings of an Internet-addicted teenager, finally remembered.

I have to go to work today.

The sleep deprivation caused by staying up late swept through the brain, and the social beast sadly covered his forehead and sighed. After all, getting up so early in the morning was really tiring.

Sure enough, quilts are the most ferocious and evil enemy of human reason.

Fortunately, I took precautions and set the alarm every one minute to set it off five times, otherwise today would have been really bad.

He rolled out of bed, rubbed his eyelids, walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His hair, which was long enough for the high school dean to cut it himself, was spread out, covering his forehead and brows in a decadent manner. He felt like a drifter from the inside out, and the mirror

It looks like a weakened version of Takuya Kimura from Hokkaido.

After washing up, he casually made something for breakfast. If it weren't for the cold weather now, he always wanted to eat some warm food. Matsuda thought he would even go directly to the convenience store and buy two rice balls for lunch. Anyway, rice balls are just average.

I will also bring some seaweed and some salt. If you are not looking for any enjoyment, rice balls alone are enough.

Matsuda sincerely took a few novels he had just bought, stuffed them into his bag, and prepared to go out.

At this time, although it is still a bit cold in the early morning, it is not as cold as when I first arrived in Tokyo a few years ago. Judging from experience and the month, it will be warmer and spring will come soon.

After blowing his nose with a tissue and throwing it into the trash can inside the station, Matsuda Makoto was ready to get on the train today.

Speaking of which, "Sword Art Online" is a really interesting subject. Will there really be such a stealth game in the future?

A bit looking forward to it.

…

In the crowded carriage, Matsuda sincerely closed his eyes and murmured softly, adjusting his voice and tone in advance.

After dozens of minutes of driving, he looked at the building where the recording studio was located, took a deep breath, and walked over with heavy steps.

Slowly walking into the building, the only people walking back and forth seemed to be people rushing to work.

Opening the door of the rest room, Matsuda Makoto looked straight over. Looking past the steaming tea, he saw two leisurely and contented men sitting around a brown square table with senbei.

"Three Belts and One"

"Can't afford it"

"Can't you afford all this?"

"Stop talking nonsense and keep fighting."

Mr. Qianyuan scratched his head and threw out a set of cards in his hand.

"Shunzi, Wang Zha, Chunchun, choose your own way of death."

"Damn it, this is a lot, it's cheating, isn't it?"

The furious Shimada Nobunaga threw the combination in his hand that he was so proud of that he couldn't bear to take it apart on the table.

"No fight, let's read the script!"

"It's just a passer-by who only has two lines to watch. You might as well take the time to play more."

Qianyuan curled his lips and turned his face sideways. Matsuda happened to catch a glimpse of it, and there was a lazy look on his face, as if it said: [touched].

Shimada Nobunaga turned over the complete set of lines from the first episode in his hand and suddenly felt a little excited.

"Just a few words?"

"If you only have three sentences, don't laugh at fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps. Everyone is doing the same thing." The young man shook his head.

"I can write 50% more words than you, which is enough for me to feel the joy of victory." Shimada Nobunaga shrugged.

On the sixth day, the Demon King couldn't help but sigh. He lost the card game but won the animation. There are indeed gains and losses in life.

Mr. Qianyuan could only stare at him with fierce eyes in dissatisfaction.

"You are here, when did you arrive?" Matsuda sincerely stepped forward to say hello.

Nobunaga scratched his head and said, "I forgot, but I came quite early and there wasn't anyone around at that time."

Something unmemorable.

Qianyuan's eyes conveyed contempt for someone, and then he smiled enigmatically and said.

"From the beginning to now, we have played a total of seven games. Based on the time it takes to shuffle the cards for two minutes, draw the cards for one minute, and win the game for thirty seconds, the cumulative time should be twenty-four and a half minutes."

"It's exactly nine o'clock now. If you include the time spent chatting and saying hello..." As a top student at Dongda University, he counted on his hands.

"We'll probably arrive around eight-thirty."

"So early?" Matsuda was sincerely surprised, "The door hasn't even been opened yet."

After all, the working hours of most social workers are from 9 to 5. When they can clock in within half an hour late, they are just fishermen, so how can they be so professional?

"I can't help it. I got up early today in order to make lunch for my sister who has to go to work."

"Let's go out and have breakfast on the way. We'll be there after a leisurely walk."

Speaking of this, Nobunaga on the side couldn't help but interjected: "Yes, you just made a phone call and called me out."

At that time, he was still half asleep and lying on the bed in a daze, when he was suddenly woken up by a vibration of his cell phone.

I thought I was going to be late, so I packed up in a hurry and hurried out, without even having time to eat breakfast.

Looking back now, he couldn't help but stare at the boy opposite him with resentment.

Unknowingly, Mr. Qianyuan picked up the soy milk placed on the table and took a sip. It was still warm inside.

I just sent a message on the line, reminding someone to bring the lunch box on the living room table before coming, and remember to have breakfast on the way.

He lowered his head and looked at his phone to see that the other party had read it.

"By the way, when does the recording event start?" Matsuda looked around sincerely, wondering why there was no one except these two.

"Ten o'clock."

Qianyuan even looked up at the clock in the room, convinced that she could relax for a long time.

"What! Recording at ten o'clock, you urge me to get up and go out at eight o'clock?" Shimada Nobunaga slapped his thigh, his voice loud and clear, resounding throughout the lounge.

"I didn't know you didn't read the recording timetable, and you didn't tell me how long it would take to drive here." Qianyuan curled her lips. After all, these days, the only means of commuting is the tram, which comes and goes.

It takes dozens of minutes to get from Yoyogi to ordinary residential towns.

"Originally, I was thinking of grabbing snacks half an hour in advance, but it would be ten or twenty minutes at most. I could just sit and play for a while..."

Matsuda sincerely felt that these two people were very different from usual.

"What about snacks?" Nobunaga knocked on the table.

"I don't know, I'm probably still on the way here on horseback."

"It means you'll never get there in this lifetime, right?"

He felt his teeth hurt.

After all, the staff in the building have just arrived at the clock-in time, and they work a standard nine-to-five schedule. It will probably take some time before they remember to prepare snacks in advance.

Glancing at the time again, it didn't take long, it was only 9:05. The two of them pulled Matsuda Makoto, who was still standing stupidly, and quickly sat down.

"Playing cards between two people is really boring. If you really want to play, you have to watch three people fighting against the landlord." Shimada Nobunaga waved his hand and distributed the cards in his hand one by one. Matsuda Makoto flipped through the script in his hand that was full of annotations.

Insert new cards into your hand.

"The main reason is that someone's poker skills are too poor, he looks forward and backward, and he does great things without sacrificing his own life." Mr. Qianyuan, holding a cup in his hand, shook his head, "Now I think of pulling together teammates, either losing to multiple compatriots together, or winning without hesitation.

"

"You are so scheming. It really doesn't match your high-spirited appearance today."

"Haha, of course you have to go all out for your work. You should know that a good appearance can also reflect your mental state. I took a shower and changed clothes before coming down. Now I feel extremely refreshed from the inside out. I am in great condition. I will be able to give full play to the next battle.

Strength." Shimazu Nobunaga rubbed his hands, vowing to stand up.

"It sounds like the preparations have been done well and the person is very motivated. I guess the character you are dubbing today must be outstanding, right?" Qianyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Not bad, at least the three-sentence one is straighter than the two-sentence one." Shimazu Nobunaga made a clicking sound with his fingers.

It's obvious that everyone is just playing a role together and living a hard life, so how can we still hurt each other?

"Forget it, stop talking nonsense now, Nobunaga, you can brag after you've dealt the cards." The boy drank the soy milk in one gulp before remembering one more thing.

"Matsuda, have you had breakfast?"

"have eaten."

"What a pity, I have prepared two buns for you." He slowly took out a bag from his inner pocket.

"You can ask me, I haven't eaten yet this morning." Shimada Nobunaga shouted.

"Then didn't you tell me earlier?"
Chapter completed!