In order to remind himself to be able to get up to catch up with today's recording, Mr. Matsuda set an alarm clock, which was half past seven.

When it was time, the alarm bell "win win win" called, and there was a bang of gongs and drums, and Matsuda Makoto, who was still sleepy, was finally awakened by the vibration of the mobile phone.

He squinted, reached under the pillow and fumbled for a while, then turned off the alarm clock he had set.

Although the signal of this old-fashioned Sony is not very good, the network latency is high, and the video is usually stuck, but the sound quality is extremely outstanding, and the vibration is a must, plus invincible waterproof performance, the industry's top screen quality, can be called the leader of the three-proof machine industry.

Before the person was half-asleep and half-awake, Matsuda's arm holding the mobile phone naturally drooped, and then unconsciously let go, except for the sound of the old Sony falling to the ground, only the snoring of men remained in the small rented room.

Whether it's the rhythm or the melody, it's full of the characteristic flavor of the voice actor's career.

Exhale and breathe every three seconds, resolutely without deviation.

As if he had an insight into the laziness of human nature, after a few seconds of silence, the beastly nature of the three defense realms that fell to the floor reappeared, and the buzzing tremor did not stop again.

It didn't work well on the bed just now, but now it's on the ground, and the proud Nissan rotor motor is able to move slowly on the ground with just a vibration.

Matsuda sincerely straightened down on the bed, reached out to turn off this annoying thing, and got into the quilt again, and sure enough, it was still the most comfortable in it.

It wasn't until the third time he remembered the bell that he sat up suddenly, and as if with great determination, kicked away the entire quilt that was only half covered his body.

After a second, the temperature that can make people indulge in it has already turned into a butterfly and flown away.

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

I'm going to work today.

The sleepiness of staying up late and not getting enough sleep swept through the brain, and the social animal covered his forehead sadly and sighed long, after all, it was really tiring to get up early in the morning.

Sure enough, the quilt is the fiercest and most vicious enemy of human reason.

Fortunately, take precautions and set an alarm clock every minute to fill it up five times, otherwise it would be really bad today.

Turning over and getting out of bed, rubbing his eyelids, he walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, his hair was long enough to make the high school director personally cut his hair scattered, covering his forehead and eyebrows decadently, the feeling of a wandering wanderer from the inside out, and in the mirror came alive a weakened version of Takuya Kimura from Hokkaido.

After washing up, he made something for breakfast, and if it weren't for the cold weather now, he always thought about eating something warm, and Matsuda thought that he would even go straight to the convenience store and buy two rice balls for lunch. Anyway, the rice balls usually bring some seaweed and some salt, so if you don't want to enjoy anything, the rice balls alone are enough.

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

At this time, although the morning is still a little cold, it is not as cold as it was when I first arrived in Tokyo a few years ago, and judging by experience and months, it will soon warm up to spring.

Blowing his nose with a tissue and throwing it into the trash can in the station, Makoto Matsuda is ready to squeeze into today's train.

Speaking of which, Sword Art Online is really an interesting theme, will this kind of stealth game really appear in the future?

A little looking forward to it.

……

In the crowded carriage, Matsuda closed his eyes tightly and muttered softly in his mouth, adjusting his voice and tone in advance.

After a few dozen 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, there seemed to be only social animals rushing to work back and forth.

Pulling open the door of the rest room, Matsuda looked straight ahead, looked past the steaming tea, and found two leisurely old men sitting around the brown square table with senbei.

"Three belts and one"

"Can't afford it"

"Can't afford this?"

"Stop talking nonsense and keep fighting."

Mr. Chihara scratched his head and shook his hand to throw out the set of cards in his hand.

"Shunzi, Wang Fang, spring, choose your own way to die."

"Damn, it's a few handfuls, it's cheating, right?"

Angry, Shimada Nobunaga threw the combination in his hand, which was still full of smugness and reluctant to dismantle, on the table.

"Don't fight, look at the tablebook!"

"Look at the fart, just the passers-by with two lines, it's better to take the time to play more."

Chihara pursed his lips and turned his face sideways, and Matsuda accidentally caught a glimpse of a lazy look on that face, as if it was written: "[touched].

Shimada Nobunaga flipped through the lines of the first episode of the full version in his hand, and suddenly became a little excited.

"Just two sentences?"

"If there are only three sentences, don't laugh at fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps, everyone pulls their hips the same." The boy shook his head.

"It's 50% more than you, and that's enough to make me feel the joy of victory." Shimada Nobunaga shrugged.

On the sixth day, the demon king couldn't help but sigh, losing the game, winning the animation, and there were really gains and losses in life.

Mr. Chihara could only stare at him with fierce eyes.

"When are you there?" Matsuda stepped forward to greet sincerely.

Nobunaga scratched his head, "I forgot, but it was quite early, and there was no one yet." ”

Something that I don't remember.

Chihara's eyes conveyed a hint of contempt for someone, and then he smiled incomprehensibly and spoke.

"From the beginning to the present, we have played a total of seven hands, according to the calculation of the time it takes to shuffle each card for two minutes, draw cards for one minute, and win for thirty seconds, the cumulative time should be twenty-four and a half minutes."

"It's just nine o'clock now, if you count the time spent chatting and greeting at the beginning......" As a top student of Tokyo University, he folded his hands.

"It's about half-past eight."

"So early?" Matsuda was shocked, "The door hasn't opened yet." ”

After all, the working hours of most social animals are 9 to 5, and in the case of being able to clock in and out within half an hour late, only those who touch the fish are so violet.

"No way, I got up early today to make a lunch box for my sister who is going to work."

"Then go out and have breakfast on the way, and you will arrive at it leisurely."

Speaking of this, Nobunaga on the side couldn't help but interject: "Yes, just make a phone call and call me out." ”

At that time, he was still lying in bed in a daze in a daze, and was suddenly woken up by a burst of mobile phone vibration.

I thought I was going to be late, so I packed up and rushed out of the house, and I didn't have time to eat breakfast.

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

Unbeknownst to him, Mr. Chihara picked up the soy milk on the table and took a sip, it was still warm inside.

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

Look down at your phone and see that the other person has read it.

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

"Ten o'clock."

Chihara also glanced up at the clock in the room, convinced that he could relax for a long time.

"What! Ten o'clock recording, you urge me to get up and go out at eight o'clock? Shimada Nobunaga slapped his thigh, and his voice resounded through the lounge.

"I don't know you didn't look at the recording schedule, and you didn't say how long it would take to drive over." Chihara pouted, after all, in these days, only the tram is the regular commuting tool for social animals, and it takes dozens of minutes to sit from Yoyogi to ordinary residents' towns to come and go.

"I was thinking that I would come to grab snacks half an hour in advance, and there would be a difference of ten minutes and twenty minutes at most, and it would be ......over after sitting and playing for a while."

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

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

"I don't know, I think I'm still on my way on horseback."

"It means that you won't be able to get there in this life, right?"

He felt his teeth hurt.

After all, the staff in the building have just arrived at the clock-in time, and they have a standard 9-to-5 work system, and it is estimated that it will be some time before they remember to prepare snacks in advance.

Glancing at the time again, it didn't take long for it to pass, and at nine o'clock and five o'clock, the two pulled Matsuda Matsuda, who was still standing stupidly, and sat down quickly.

"It's really boring for two people to play cards, and if you really want to play, you have to watch the three people fight the landlord." Shimada Nobunaga waved his hand and handed out the cards in his hand one by one, and Matsuda Makoto inserted new cards into his hand while flipping through the script full of annotations in his hand.

"The main reason is that someone's card skills are too poor, looking ahead and looking backwards, doing big things and sparing their lives." Mr. Chihara, who was holding a cup in his hand, shook his head, "Now I think of pulling teammates, either lose multiple compatriots together, or lie down with your thighs to win." ”

"It's really scheming, it really doesn't match your high-spirited dress today."

"Haha, it's natural to go all out when it comes to work. It is important to know that a good appearance image can also be fed back to the mental state, and before you come down, you will be bathed and changed, and now you are extremely fresh from the inside out, and you will be in a good state, and you will be able to fully exert your strength in the next battle. Shimazu Nobunaga rubbed his hands, and this vow was to turn over.

"I think the preparation is very well done, and the people are also high-spirited, I guess the role you dubbed today must be very outstanding, right?" Chihara raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Not bad, the three-sentence one is at least straighter than the two-sentence waistline." Shimazu Nobunaga's fingers clicked.

Obviously, everyone is just playing tricks together, and they are all living a hard life, how can they still hurt each other?

"Forget it, stop talking nonsense yet, Nobunaga will brag after you finish dealing cards." The boy drank all the soy milk in one gulp, and then remembered one more thing.

"Matsuda, have you had breakfast?"

"I've eaten it."

"It's a pity, the contemptible man also prepared two buns and wanted to give them to you." He slowly pulled a bag out of his inner pocket.

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

"Then you didn't say it earlier?"

Throwing the bun along with the bag to the person opposite, Chihara picked up the deck of cards he had already dealt and slowly straightened the line.