Hao Ping's rented house is located in a remote small place in New Tokyo.

The Japanese have a strange habit of living in apartments with high-rise buildings than this kind of single-family small house. This makes Hao Ping from the Celestial Empire both painful and fortunate. That kind of steel cell is incomparable to this kind of small building with yards.

The landlord is an old lady living alone. With her deceased husband's surname is Sanqiao, Hao Ping habitually calls her Mrs. Sanqiao.

He greeted Mrs. Mihashi in a low voice and slowly returned to her room.

The size of the rooms in Japan is different from that of the Celestial Empire. They are used to using stacks to calculate. One stack is the area of ​​a whole tatami. His room is only 8 and a half stacks, which looks a bit small, and it is estimated that there is not even 15 square meters. They can only put a bed and a table, and the table has a laptop.

He threw his handbag on the bed, lying on it with his head tilted, hoping that he might wake up tomorrow. The office manager Lao Zhang was still using his fatal serial phone call to scold him for being late, clamoring for his salary deduction.

To be honest, he never hoped that Lao Zhang could call and tell him that he would be deducted his salary.

However, this wish was not realized.

He sighed and got up helplessly, turned on the computer to search for some information, and it would be best to obtain some information about his "new" work.

I turned on the computer and found that the animation purchased by my ex-Hao Ping has not finished watching it yet.

Unlike the Celestial Empire, most Japanese people can only wait for broadcasting through late-night TV stations, and many home-governors also have to buy Blu-ray discs. Hao Ping, who can barely be considered half of the industry, can of course only choose to spend money to buy it with a "high moral character".

Looking at the money spent by his ex-Hao Ping, he just wanted to shout loudly: "I don't even need money to go to a restaurant in the city, so don't say you have a few rotten watermelons."

However, because we are now in the evil and corrupt capitalist Japan, we can only pay for animations.

"Is this an animation that Miss An Yuan participated in?"

Open the collection of animations, there are three categories, with the name "Michiko Anyuan" written on it, and the other two are of course "Ami Aono" and "Nanose Aumi".

"Wow~ This name is so cool that I have no friends."

Looking at the name "Demon King's Endless Absolute Holy Sword" written in Japanese on the video file, Hao Ping, a pseudo-ota who also likes to watch Japanese animation, reminds me of something unpleasant.

"No wonder Miss An Yuan died like this. Even if you connect a character who is a passerby, you can only receive such animations."

To be honest, there are very few people who are willing to watch such works. Even if there are, they will support them only for the performance of their favorite voice actors. However, passers-by voice actors like An Yuan Michiko and others have no chance to have any voice actor fans.

By the way, I clicked on the folders of Aono and Nanase Aumi. If nothing unexpected happens, they are basically like this.

"This is completely unsaved. It's over and over again!"

Looking at the three new voice actors he was responsible for, Hao Ping suddenly began to regret why he was handsome at An Yuan Meizhizi. The chance of success was that the light voice department staff who ate cakes at school all day long and wanted to hold a concert in the martial arts hall was not reliable.

In short, it’s just a saying: If a person is not popular, he has no characteristics and his level is poor.

"It seems that there is no other way than to hope for my system that may be late."

When people are desperate, they always have fantasies and hope for things that cannot be achieved.

"Forget it, I've watched the 'classic' animation for so long, so I'd better watch two normal movies to wash my eyes."

Looking at the other animations he bought, he could only choose to give up temporarily, calm himself down first, and relax for a while, maybe he could come up with some good solutions.

The subsequent result made him feel broken. How could this be a fatal matter?

His entire laptop computer contains some unknown works, and some have never even heard of the name Hao Ping.

"I can be considered a fake home, why haven't I heard of these masterpieces?"

Then he suddenly thought of something, turned off his favorites, opened the very classic ie browser, and entered some classic anime works in his previous life.

"this……"

The result was very shocked. These Japanese animes that made him very addicted to in the past life have not appeared now.

"Wait? The Japanese Emperor abdicated and Tokyo was changed to a new Tokyo? That is to say, is this a parallel world?"

Because he suddenly became another person, although he had experienced countless novel baptisms, Hao Ping, who was still shocked to his empty head, finally realized this incident later.

"Since those animations are gone, those famous voice actors in later generations..."

It was affected by An Yuan Michiko in the evening, but now he thought of this first thing. He quickly called the names of some well-known voice actors on his ie browser that was so slow that it was. The search results were indeed the same as before. In this world, the original voice actors no longer existed.

"Ahhh——my Naigu, my Higashiyama culture, my little Sakura devil..."

I originally thought that although I was just an agent of an unknown firm that was about to go bankrupt, and although there were only some new voice actors, I still had the opportunity to meet the voice actors I liked in my previous life. I didn’t expect that even this wish could not be realized.

Life is so difficult.

Life is so difficult.

"Ah, forget it, nothing matters anymore, my...my life has no regrets."

He no longer wants to think about anything, what I am, or what time travelers, and what time travelers are.

Perhaps the current blow was too big, or perhaps because he had been tired for a day, he felt exhausted all over, and he fell asleep silently on the table.

"Didi--"

Hao Ping, who was lying on the table, was woken up by a cell phone ringtone. It was almost 1 o'clock in the evening. Most Japanese people had already fallen asleep early. How could anyone call him at this time?

Open the phone and the note above is "Ami Ao No".

"Hey, hello, Miss Aono."

Although he was familiar with Japanese, Hao Ping, who had not learned the Japanese people's "Moshimoshi", was still used to answering the phone in Chinese Japanese.

"Ah, Mr. Hao Ping, good evening. At this time, don't disturb me."

Ami Ao Nori heard the voice from the phone. The young girl had always been polite to Japanese people, although these were actually a bit complicated to Hao Ping's opinion.

There is no other way, and the time traveler has to do this!

Imai from the General Club didn’t even bother to look at him, so he would teach him a truth.

——Miscellaneous cultivation, don’t underestimate the time traveler too much!

If there is no Ding Palace, then build a Ding Palace. If there is no Dongshan, then build a Dongshan.
Chapter completed!