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Anno Akito looked at Kazuma in confusion: "How to change it?"

Kazuma made a gesture in front of his chest and made some gestures.

Anno Akito: "Does it need to be bigger? Ours is already very big. It is the largest mannequin I have ever drawn in art class. It is only of this size. Anything larger will affect the overall coordination."

Okada Koji added with a serious expression: "And it will droop."

"Don't let reality limit your imagination!" Kazuma showed his momentum, specifically, he raised his voice, "Don't let gravity constrain your soul! The animation should be more unreal! It's big and not constrained by gravity. **, precisely because it cannot exist in reality, it is worth pursuing!"

Anno Akito: "Why do you feel so excited, Mr. Kiryu? Do you think your apprentices are not mature enough?"

"No, I think they are already good as they are. If they are plumper, there will be side effects. This is the limitation of real people." Kazuma sighed, "Human beings have limits. Without plastic surgery, they can be plumper. If so, it will definitely be accompanied by belly problems.”

He Ma paused and raised his voice again: "But animation has no limits! We can pursue perfection!"

As he spoke, Kazuma picked up the pen and began to modify directly on the concept painting given by Okada Koji.

"The waist needs to be thinner! The contrast with the upper and lower circumferences needs to be greater! Even if it becomes an hourglass shape, it doesn't matter!"

Anno Akito looked at the "hourglass" drawn by Kazuma and said to himself: "It looks like an American cartoon style. Should this kind of exaggerated expression really be used in our Japanese animation?"

Kazuma retorted: "What's there to worry about? Lupine the Third also drew on the style of American cartoons, as well as Astro Boy, and Dr. Panamizu's nose. Do you think it would exist in reality?"

Akira Anno and Koji Okada laughed together.

Dr. Panamizu, a Japanese nose.

Anno Akito slapped the table: "Okay! Teacher Kiryu is right! I'll tell Sadamoto when I get back, change it in the direction of the man's dream lover, exaggerate it!"

Kazuma was very satisfied, but he reminded Anno Akito: "The man's dream lover, this term is too cliché, called anima."

"Freud and Jung, yes." Okada Koji nodded.

This person is worthy of being the founder of hard-core otaku and the person who defined the original tenets of otaku. His knowledge is not limited.

Anno Akito continued: "However, after changing this character design... I feel that it cannot be reflected in our current script, because the heroines have to wear kimonos, and kimonos do not show off their figure..."

"You have to wear combat uniforms when fighting. The combat uniforms can be tighter. Don't stick to those rules. Anyway, the background is in modern times. I told you before, you can add some science fiction, such as using prosthetics to strengthen yourself. The samurai stuff is very interesting!"

While Kazuma was chatting away, he suddenly noticed that Akira Anno and Koji Okada were both frowning. Only then did he realize that William Gibson had to write "Neuromancer" in 1986, and then the science fiction concept of cyberpunk came into being. Classification.

This novel immediately triggered a wave of excitement in Japan, spawning a number of cyberpunk works including the comic "Ghost in the Shell". Then these Japanese cyberpunk comics, in turn, influenced the entire cyberpunk science fiction.

That’s why there are so many Japanese in cyberpunk works.

Interestingly, there are a large number of Chinese characters in Japanese, which makes Chinese characters an essential element of cyberpunk.

Thinking about China later becoming the most cyberpunk country in the world, even the game producers of "Cyberpunk 2077" lamented that "reality exceeds our wildest imagination" when they went to China to collect materials. This feels like destiny. .

But now in 1981, there is no Neuromancer, and naturally there is no "Ghost in the Shell."

Even "Blade Runner", a movie that is related to cyberpunk and has set the visual tone of cyberpunk works, will not be released for another year.

The original novel of "Blade Runner" "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep" is still a "street book" that few people know about, and its author Philip Dick is still in poverty. He will be released next year He would die in depression before the movie was released, unable to wait for the day when he would be hailed as a master of science fiction by the world.

Therefore, even hard-core science fiction fans like Anno Akito and Okada Koji, who are very knowledgeable, don't understand the word prosthetic body that Kazuma just blurted out naturally.

Kazuma licked his lips, realizing that he was a butterfly flapping its wings again this time.

However, this fan has been blown out, so I just don’t do anything at all.

So he took a deep breath, and then solemnly said to the two people: "I once saw such a future world in my sleep. In this world, people use machines to replace their bodies, and the boundaries between humans and machines become blurred. This world seems It's always raining, environmental pollution keeps the sky gray, and everywhere you can see there are weird neon lights.

"Underneath the glamorous appearance is a cold, ugly reality. Robots have eliminated the human workforce, leaving countless people in poverty. Unemployment and crime rates remain high. But in this same world, technological innovation has brought about rapid development. The opportunity makes everyone daydream all the time.

"And I am a dream chaser."

As he talked with Ma, he felt cyberpunk all over. He was still thinking about the PV promotional song of "Cyberpunk 2077" that he would never have the chance to play again. In short, there was only one word: exciting!

I don’t know if it was because of his Morning Star entry, but Okada Koji, Anno Akito, and a soy sauced Amao were listening beside me and were fascinated.

**

Also fascinated was Tamamo Jinguji who opened the sliding door a crack in the corridor.

She listened to Kazuma's story with fascination until Chiyoko poked her in the waist.

"What are you doing," Chiyoko asked in a voice as thin as a mosquito's, "are you looking at my brother in fascination? No, my brother is not particularly handsome."

"No, I'm listening to a story." Jinguji Tamamo said as she moved her hands again and continued to dry her long hair - just now she stopped moving with the towel in her hand, as if she was petrified.

With a puzzled look on her face, Chiyoko approached the sliding door that was open a crack and put her ear to the door to listen. All she heard was "GHOST", "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?", "Mechanical Swordsman and Virtual Anchor’s Love” Balabala’s.

Chiyoko looked confused and couldn't understand it at all.

It’s not that she couldn’t understand it at all. Chiyoko could still understand the “cool” and “awesome” words spoken by Okada Koji, Anno Akito and Amao as if they were praising them.

But she doesn't understand what's cool about it.

She looked at Jinguji in confusion: "Are you just fascinated by my brother?"

Jinguji smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the entrance: "I'm going for a walk."

"Now? It's quite cold outside. Your hair isn't dry yet, so be careful of catching a cold." Chiyoko said with a worried look.

"Don't worry, I'm in good health and won't catch a cold."

Jinguji waved his hand.

Chiyoko watched her go to the entrance to change her shoes, shrugged, closed the sliding door, turned and walked towards the bathhouse.

"Honami, are you done washing? I'm bringing you dry towels," she said.

**

Jinguji Tamamo went out, put the towel for wiping her hair on her neck, and stretched out.

The moon was sparse, and the moonlight fell on Jinguji's long hair, coating it with a layer of silvery light.

From a distance, the silver hair looks like snow.

Jinguji began to hum softly "The Song of Passage", and while humming, he walked along the courtyard wall and around the courtyard.

Suddenly, through the courtyard wall, Jinguji saw a black cat standing on the wall of the neighbor's house on the other side of the road who had moved away long ago.

The black cat's golden pupils looked directly at Jinguji.

Jinguji smiled at the cat and continued to walk forward humming.

The black cat meowed, jumped off the courtyard wall, and disappeared into the night.

The breeze blows, and the old cherry trees in the yard sway slightly, and the cherry blossom petals on the ground have accumulated a thick layer.

Jinguji Tamamo sang a popular song, opened the petals of cherry blossoms, and walked slowly forward.

In the distance, an unknown bird chirped lonely.

Nothing to do tonight.

Unexpectedly, Suning was not included in my question!