People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Not as talkative as usual.

But it seemed like there was nothing wrong with it. At least, while waiting for her table and strolling around the third floor of the department store, the girl had, as usual, taken a half-step forward, looking around, lively and at ease.

Then, occasionally glance at the person next to him.

Normally, she would have taken the initiative to find some conversation. However, just now, she just looked at him for a moment, Lin Sen's shadow reflected in her eyes. Then, she turned her head away and smiled faintly, as silly as ever, not knowing what to be happy about.

That is, without those vocal bullets, there is no intention of speaking at all.

Lin Sen could quite accept this silent atmosphere.

In my previous life, I had the experience of traveling to games with teammates who were seven or eight years younger than me. During that time, most of the time, they were chatting happily in the front seats of the bus and economy class, while I stayed in the back, playing with my phone.

But being completely mute isn't an option. Later in my career, I gradually realized that team spirit requires everyone to speak and communicate.

Otherwise, once you are labeled as someone who has nothing to talk about, slowly some wrong things will happen.

For example, one day, I was training with my teammates in front of the computer, and the manager suddenly brought a teenager over, asking to borrow the computer. Then I looked again and saw my suitcase was already at the door of the club base.

For example, when I got up to go to the bathroom at night, I saw a teammate smoking in the corridor next to the bathroom. He smiled at me creepily under the dim light and started to say something strange:

"Brother Sen, I always feel that you have a good personality. How can there be someone with such a good personality like you?"

Wow, sweaty bro.

Therefore, when you are about to be isolated from others, it is important to find an opportunity to initiate a conversation.

The same is true today.

If the two people remain silent for a long time, various unexpected situations may arise - for this reason, Lin Sen decided to take action.

He opened his mouth and introduced a serious topic of conversation.

It probably aroused some interest in Miss Xiazhi.

She finally stopped supporting her chin and giving him an almost dazed look.

The scattered gaze in his eyes became clearer, and he finally started to think about the question he had heard.

"As for playing the piano, I definitely can't do that. But, the music scores are somehow connected... Why did you suddenly ask this, Kobayashi?"

"That is, if there was a piano sheet in front of you, could you understand it and change it into a version suitable for guitar?"

"This isn't difficult. However, some of the piano's harmonics and overtones are difficult to replicate on guitar."

As she answered the questions, Ms. Aoyama gradually became involved in the conversation.

When he glanced over and noticed Lin Sen's thoughtful expression, he even felt like he could read his mind.

Take the initiative to speak:

"Xiao Lin, do you want to talk about that short film we mentioned earlier?"

"Yes."

Lin Sen nodded gently. "The boy who asked me to design the script at the teahouse just now is a fourth-year student at Tokyo Arts Academy. That short film is his graduation project, which embodies his ambition to become an animation director."

In fact, when Lin Sen heard the college student named Ogiso Yota mention the theme of his ideal animated film, an animation released in the 21st century in his previous life subconsciously emerged in his mind.

He has seen it.

I can't remember the specific name, but the general plot left a deep impression on me.

The most noteworthy points are the delicate character creation, the exquisite and brilliant painting style and light and shadow design, as well as the moving soundtrack that leaves a deep impression and fits the theme.

However, it is not without its flaws. At least, after watching it, whether it is Lin Sen himself or some viewers who left comments, they all have a common feeling.

The story is too thin. It even feels like it's been forced to fill its 40-minute runtime.

There are also voices of regret expressing that if the film had not succumbed to the commercial purpose of being released in theaters and the length of the film had been shortened to a dozen or twenty minutes, it might have been better - although, as everyone knows, this kind of thing can only be talked about.

But now, in this life, at this moment, a strange coincidence occurs.

Lin Sen seemed to have a chance to recreate this story that had brought him such a feeling. In this parallel world, in the 1980s.

Perhaps it was the literary talent he inherited from his rebirth that unexpectedly gave him some brilliant ideas for adaptation. How could he reshape the story, adapting its contemporary elements to the present, creating a version that was characteristic of Mr. Itsuki, while preserving to the greatest extent possible that transcendent and ethereal feeling?

Just like Mr. Zhou’s “Kung Fu” rewriting of “Seventy-two Tenants”.

Perhaps, it was indeed a good opportunity. More importantly, perhaps, this opportunity could also bring about a change in the decadence and waste of the people around me who were chasing their dreams.

This is the core reason why Lin Sen attaches so much importance to it.

He told the outline of the story he had imagined to the girl in front of him, making her open her eyes wide and slowly appreciate the charm of it.

The girl seemed to be drawn into it.

It took him a while to come back to his senses from his dream-like trance. He stared over and smiled lazily.

Lower your voice and hum as if you are reciting lyrics:

"Xiao Lin, your voice is really nice when you tell stories like this."

"Can you please focus on the main point?"

"Some people are listening carefully. I just mentioned it briefly."

The girl smiled and turned around to take the dinner brought by the waiter.

Then put your hands on the table and pretend to listen attentively.

"Combining what you've said before, I think I understand Kobayashi's hidden lines. In other words, the moment you conceived this story, you already had some images of the finished film in mind? And, you also had an idea for the music? So, you're planning to bring me on board."

"Yes."

Lin Sen directly admitted, "Part of the music has even taken shape in my mind. Sometimes when I dream, I can feel the complete tune."

"Another dream? Sometimes, I really want to live in Xiaolin's body and have the same dream as you. That way, there will definitely be an endless supply of original music."

"You're a little perverted."

Lin Sen ignored the pranks and just sighed.

When he spoke again, he changed his tone:

"However, most of those songs are played on piano, with violin as a supplement. I wonder what the effect would be if they were reproduced on the guitar that Qingshan plays."

When talking about topics related to dreams, Miss Xiazhi finally became serious.

He stood up straight and agreed with Lin Sen's theory.

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"Indeed, there's a chance it might not be suitable. In other words, if I'm forced to take charge of the music before it's ready, I might... mess it up."

Perhaps he had thought of the worst-case scenario in advance. At this point, Lin Sen saw Qingshan Xiazhi's serious expression and shook his head at him.

"I think, why not... forget it."

At this moment, her tone was very serious. Lin Sen raised his palm and interrupted immediately:

"There's no need to be so pessimistic. How do you know it won't work if you don't try?"

"Xiao Lin is always more confident in me than I am myself."

"That's perfectly normal. Sometimes, jadeite rough isn't known for its own value, and it needs to be discovered by experienced appraisers... I won't go into all that nonsense. Anyway, I'm currently considering a plan."

Having said this, Lin Sen curled up his raised right palm, leaving only his index finger raised:

"Let's work together to design some music for my script in advance. I'll provide some tunes I heard in my dreams, and you can design some too, Aoyama. Finally, show these tunes and the script to that young director named Ogiso Yota. We're only responsible for presenting our best work. The rest is up to them."

Lin Sen doesn't think the guitar is necessarily incapable of creating an ethereal feeling. As long as the right balance is achieved, guitar music should at least have a place.

Moreover, he had other ideas. As Qingshan had judged, music scores for different instruments were somewhat interoperable. Even if certain pieces weren't suitable for guitar, they could still be adapted for piano.

At worst, the college director could bring in a few of his music classmates from Tokyo Arts University to collaborate. But ultimately, if all goes well, Aoyama's name will be the lead composer.

Many opportunities for amateurs to debut officially come from this. I vaguely remember a singer named Teshima Aoi who gained attention by singing theme songs for anime and embarked on her singing career.

There were feasible examples to refer to. In any case, even if Miss Qingshan was not sure, Lin Sen wanted to push her to try.

Not for anything else, but always to follow that simple purpose - in this life, he hopes that his sincere dream will finally come true.

It's a very simple idea.

Perhaps it was because she wanted to feel this simple emotion. In Lin Sen's sight, Miss Qingshan's eyes sparkled, and she looked at him silently with her lips curled up.

For a while.

Then he took a deep breath and straightened his body.

"I understand. I will do my best to live up to Xiaolin's expectations of me."

“There’s no need to be too stressed.”

"I know, I know~ Also, if you don't eat it now, it'll get cold."

Thus, the topic finally came to an end. After a simple meal, Lin Sen was dragged to the cashier by the stubborn girl.

I watched her take out her wallet, take out the last few small-denomination bills, and pay the bill.

"And that's all."

Then, Miss Qingshan patted Lin Sen on the back and half pushed him out.

A whisper with a hint of tenderness:

"I've run out of my own money. From now on, I can only rely on you."

"Can you change your tone? Stop doing this."

"Just kidding!"

Miss Xia Zhi couldn't help laughing, and pulled Lin Sen down the escalator and began to tour the third floor of the department store.

There were some new discoveries during this period.

For example, there are two simple basketball shooting machines placed next to the checkout area of ​​a comprehensive supermarket.

Logically speaking, this type of next-generation arcade machine seems to have been invented later than the current ones.

However, considering that we are in a parallel world, and the principles and technical factors of such machines are relatively simple, it is normal to have some minor changes compared to the previous life.

After all, the result is not much different - this kind of shooting machine is not a big commercial invention and will not make a lot of money. Even if it is released first, it will not attract more players.

Now, there are only a few people crowded in front.

A couple of parents coaxed their child, threw a few coins in, and smiled at each other as the child jumped and cheered and applauded.

A husband who looked to be in his thirties passed by and tugged at his wife beside him, then pointed with a smile at the empty machine next to the family trio. He was then patted on the shoulders twice and refused while being accused of being childish.

This is how it happened. This vacant seat was left for two young people who still had a childlike innocence.

"And, the last few coins. Can Xiaolin play basketball?"

"Throwing a ball doesn't seem like something you can do without basketball."

Although he said this, Lin Sen still picked up a basketball that rolled in front of him and made a standard posture as usual.

"Shh!"

"Hey! So accurate, big brother!"

Amid the exclamations of the children who had just finished a round of play nearby, he made several consecutive hollow shots.

As I gradually became proficient, I no longer even worried about the posture, and played it like an assembly line, picking up the ball with one hand and throwing it with the other.

The hit rate decreased, but the efficiency was greatly accelerated.

Even when the time was up, the numbers on the electronic scoreboard made everyone present stare wide-eyed.

"A new record...more than a dozen more than before."

It's a shabby machine, purely for entertainment. There's no reward for setting a record, and it's not even registered.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of emptiness. It was like the loneliness of a peerless master standing on the summit after defeating all the sects and schools in the martial arts world.

But he was immediately pushed away by the girl next to him:

“Let me try too…”

It was obvious that Xia Zhi was a complete novice. She probably hadn't touched a basketball many times.

He used the standard, very feminine method of shooting from the chest up, and his hit rate was worrying.

After a while, looking at the stagnant score, he stamped his feet in anxiety.

He also tried to imitate Lin Sen's one-handed shooting technique, but he couldn't even catch the ball.