On July 28, even at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, Tokyo was uncomfortably hot.

Ai Nakano was wearing sun-protective clothing, and Suzune Sakura was wearing a sweatshirt, with the zipper on her chest pulled under her chin, and she wrapped herself tightly.

Just like a woman with bare legs in winter, a woman on the street in summer who wraps her whole body tightly is not something that surprises passers-by.

Yu Murakami was wearing a T-shirt given by fans, and the materials used could only be said to be okay, with the words {I LOVE Yujun} written on it.

For Yu Murakami, who is used to going out with messy hair and actively covering up the charm of his eyes with glasses, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

It's just a piece of clothing.

"Ah, there's a women-only carriage today, Suzune, let's go to that section."

"Mmmm, the man who is just far away from the summer stinks to death~"

"Murakami-kun, we'll see you later."

"Okay."

In the summer, there is often a rule that only women can use a certain train.

Yu Murakami and the two of them were separated, and one person squeezed into the full train, and all the smell of men's summer came to his nose.

He got used to it for a while, and soon he didn't pay attention to it, but in his heart he felt that there was indeed a necessity for the existence of women-only cars, not to mention the taste, just the crowded and crowded tram was very dangerous for women.

It's not just about protecting women, it's also about men with weak willpower – from ruining their lives on the spur of the moment.

The name of the studio used in the third round of auditions for "Sword Art Online" is TT, and Yu Murakami has not been there, but I heard that it is the largest recording studio in the industry.

After getting out of the car, the three of them gathered and walked for another five or six minutes to the office building where TT was located.

Ai Nakano and Suzune Sakura were sweating hot, and after going in, they first went to the toilet on the first floor to make up and wash their faces.

"Why didn't you sweat a drop?" Miss Sakura wiped her face with wet wipes, a little curious and a little unconvinced, looking at Yu Murakami leisurely outside the toilet.

"Because I'm exercising a lot."

"Sports? You? Heh~"

Whether the two are in the same office or share a house, they have a clear understanding of each other's life and rest.

"But," she stared at Murakami's arm for a moment, "it's very powerful." ”

She poked her finger.

"And there's no hair."

Suzune Sakura gently stroked it with her freshly washed cold hands.

"Are you secretly using a depilatory cream?"

"You think I'm you?"

"What do you mean? I didn't hide in my room? I don't have hair on my arms in the first place! ”

"What hair?" Ai Nakano came out of the toilet and asked curiously.

"Nothing!" Miss Sakura quickly took her hand back: "Let's go upstairs~"

"Hmm~."

The TT recording studio was on the third floor, and the three of them walked up the stairs and entered the hall around the corner.

"That's a lot of people!"

"Look over there, it's Kokura, and coriander, ah~~ A lot of seniors!"

"Uh~" Ai Nakano sighed: "This lineup, how can we win?" ”

The two of them will be excited at the sight of their idol, and at the same time they will sigh at the sight of their idol, which appears as an enemy.

"Murakami-kun." Seeing the three of them, she walked over, and she was also wearing a thin long-sleeved jacket.

"Nailed palace senior!" Miss Sakura was the first to say hello.

Ai Nakano also hurriedly saluted.

Yu Murakami was a lot more casual and nodded: "Nailed Miya-san came early." ”

"It's hot in the morning, so go out early."

"Mmmm, it's really hot today~......"

Yu Murakami looked at the three people who were chatting happily, and felt that there was no need for his existence, so he looked left and right and found a corner to sit down.

Toko Satoshi was also there, but he had been taken by the senior of the office, and he noticed Yu Murakami, and he just waved his hand from afar.

Yu Murakami took out the script and opened it, with a thoughtful expression on his face, but in fact he didn't think about anything in his head.

At ten o'clock, the sound supervisor of "Sword Art Online", Mikazu Iwanami, on behalf of the production team, came out to greet everyone, and the audition began.

Waiting for Yu Murakami is a long wait.

The audition room is very large, yes, but this kind of audition for key roles, no matter how large the recording studio, at the same time only one person is allowed to enter.

The voice actors outside have gradually become quieter, and there are newcomers who have started to watch the script of the table, and there are seniors who continue to chat.

Nail Palace walked to Yu Murakami's side.

"Murakami-kun, how are you preparing?"

"It's okay."

"Well, don't be nervous, don't think about other deduction methods at this time, it's enough to show everything you have in mind."

"I see, thank you Nailiya-san."

"It's nothing, you're my direct junior, I don't care about you, who cares about you."

"Nailiya-san is really gentle."

"Haha, it's not that big. When you have a direct junior in the future, you will also understand my sense of responsibility and feelings. Come on, I won't bother you. ”

"Hey."

Directly subordinate to the junior? At the very least, it will have to wait for him to get rid of the name of a rookie voice actor, and I don't know how long it will take.

At 11:12, the staff shouted the words "Yu Murakami".

Sakura Suzune raised her head for the first time and looked directly at Yu Murakami in the corner.

They all say that the heart is beating, but only now does she feel that her heart is operating in such a real "bang-" "bang-".

The last time this happened, it seems to be when "Leisurely Daily King" auditioned.

"Murakami-kun, come on~" Ai Nakano said in a low voice.

Suzune Sakura also clenched her fists.

Yu Murakami closed the script that had never turned the page, got up, and his slender body was extraordinarily straight, but the "I LOVE Yu-kun" on the T-shirt was a bit of a drama.

Yu Murakami stood in the preparation area outside the recording room, waiting for the voice actor who had auditioned for the last voice actor to come out.

He could clearly feel the blood flowing a little faster than usual.

It turns out that I'm nervous too.

He inhaled slightly, and the blood flow rate returned to its usual speed.

As soon as his brain moved, his emotional will as Yu Murakami began to contract.

Anger, murderous intent, love for games, swordsman's self-confidence, love for Asuna, took hold in his brain.

These feelings seemed to condense into a new brain in his brain, called Kirito's brain.

Then, the nerve cells that connect to the brain begin to transmit new messages, sending {I am Kirito} to all parts of the body.

Spit out in one breath.

Murakami raised his neck melodiously.

When he lowered his head, his back and his temperament had completely changed.

From Murakami's laziness and leisureliness to Kirito's perseverance and grandeur, it is clear that the waist is the same straight, but it gives people a completely different feeling.

The door to the soundroom was silently pushed open.

The voice actor who came out nodded at him and got out of the way.

"Thank you." Murakami said with a smile, in a casual and friendly tone.

The male voice actor was stunned.

In his daze, Murakami walked into the recording studio with a little bigger than usual.

The script in his hand is like a sword...... The male voice actor shook his head, put the ridiculous idea away, and returned to his seat.

Yu Murakami walked up to the microphone, and his current state was amazing.

He felt like he wasn't giving any instructions to his body, but his body was moving. In the midst of this strange feeling, there is also a clear awareness: oh, this is just acting, in fact, you are still manipulating the body.

"YM Office, Yu Murakami, preparing for the audition."

"Hey, please get started."

Holding the manuscript in one hand in his right hand, he raised his thumb slightly, and the manuscript slid to the first page.

"Stop~ Suxiang..."

Hoarse, weak voices, resounding in the recording and mixing rooms.