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Not to mention where the technology comes from, how can a private business group in an island country like theirs really use something that even the American daddy doesn't have?
Wouldn't I be invited to have tea by some mysterious department in black suits?
"It's okay, no one will cause trouble." Ling also said this, putting down the red tea saucer in her hand, her tone very firm.
Yuan Mei was increasingly surprised and uncertain. The Oshima family seemed to be more mysterious than she had originally thought.
Ling also picked up the phone, which was pearl white in color, and turned it on with the familiar long press.
Entered the phone's brand and navigation interface.
There is the Daidoji trademark, and there is also the Oshima Group.
It is indeed a familiar feeling, it has been a long time since I last saw it.
"Regarding the base station, we have already started trying to build it in our Tokyo unit. But do we really need all those materials, including optical fibers?"
On the drawing that Lingye gave, the 5G signals and the like were difficult to understand, but the indicators of data transmission could be seen.
Not to mention how advanced the technology is, it can even be called science fiction. In this era when computers store data in bits or, at best, kilobytes, all the computer data storage in the world combined is only a few megabytes.
The base station data of mobile phone signals actually uses an exaggerated order of magnitude of G. It’s just a phone call. Even if hundreds or thousands of people use it at the same time, is it really necessary?
"Mobile phones are not just for making calls."
"Ah?" Isn't a cell phone used for making calls?
Yuanmei didn't know, or even could say, that in the future making phone calls would just be a trivial additional function.
Ling also missed her Miracle Nikki account. She missed a lot of activities and didn't know how many sets she had missed.
But it doesn't matter, now she can do it herself. Skip Contra and Tetris, and let the users of this world enter the new era of games directly.
She has not played many mobile games, such as Nuannuan and Dream Garden, but she has heard of many games, such as Chicken Dinner, King of Glory, and Genshin Impact.
As long as you have the technology, it is not difficult to copy it. I have thought about setting up an entertainment company before, but it is not limited to singing and filming TV series. Electronic entertainment is more important. It is not for profit, but more for recreating things in memory.
In addition to games, there are also Penguin, Weibo, etc. As for the function that she promised Zhishi before, which is to be able to take photos and videos at any time, it has now been realized.
All that’s missing is a platform to upload to. Once there’s a platform, Zhishi’s account might become the queen of Internet celebrities.
Then I will design a Nuannuan myself, and let Tomoyo be the fashion designer for the game. I think Tomoyo will not refuse.
This world finally looks somewhat familiar to me. It feels really good.
Chapter 207: The Forgotten National Competition
"Here is the latest model of mobile phone?" Tomoyo took the mobile phone, and it was just as Ling said, it can take pictures and record videos. It feels completely different from the one made by my mother's company before.
This is the first time Chise has seen this mobile phone.
Although she is the daughter of the Daidoji family, for confidentiality reasons, although the mobile phone had been manufactured before, Sonomi did not tell anyone, not even Tomoyo, before notifying Reiya.
Please ask Lingye to turn on the camera function of her mobile phone. It is very simple. Just press the camera icon on the desktop. Tomoyo learns it quickly. She casually takes a picture of Lingye's profile. The pixels are very clear.
"Ah, slap me again."
"I'm used to it."
Moreover, she feels that with this mobile phone, she will become more and more accustomed to it.
"Can this really be mass-produced and sold?" Aunt Yuan Mei was still a little unsure. It's not that the phone is bad, but it's too high-end.
The Daidoji family makes toys. Can this kind of high-tech that even the military may not have really be sold as a toy?
"Don't worry, at least there won't be any problems with the defense forces, I think."
Should? This is not a reassuring guarantee, but does this mean that the Oshima family is really related to the military?
Ling didn't want to say more and ran away with Tomoyo. Wearing the clothes that Tomoyo made for Princess Kaguya, the two ran to the Moon Palace.
The mysterious Moon Palace is actually no different from the background image in the game. It does not carry any special meaning now. It is just a larger model.
It is even worse than a tombstone, which carries the present with the past and commemorates the souls as the cornerstone of civilization. However, this Moon Palace has nothing but forgotten imaginations. It can be used as a private theme park by Lingye, which is also a waste of resources.
The dress designed by Daidoji is a water-colored skirt with osmanthus trees and auspicious clouds on the inside, and a blue-purple blouse on the outside, like the deep color of the night sky. There is also a purple headdress that looks like a flower or a butterfly on the head.
Reiya, Sakura, and Tomoyo all have this dress, but the colors are slightly different. Tomoyo's is more of a dark purple.
"She really feels like a fairy from the Moon Palace!" Tomoyo kept taking pictures of Reiya with her cell phone, and also took selfies of the two of them.
Guanghan Palace, Qingxu Palace, laurel tree, all these pictures are left on the camera album of mobile phone. If someone saw them, they would think they were pictures taken in a photo studio.
"By the way, where is Inaba's white rabbit?" After touring the entire Moon Palace, Tomoyo still didn't see the silly rabbit.
"It went to protect the underground civilization."
"Protecting civilization?"
This word is a bit exaggerated. Is the rabbit really such a great thing? Usually it looks stupid, so people subconsciously think it is a mascot.
"That's right. After all, it's the white rabbit in mythology."
Thinking about it this way, I feel it is acceptable.
Ling also hadn't forgotten the idea of setting up an entertainment company, but she didn't need to do it herself, she could just leave it to Jianye. And she still had something she had to do - school was starting.
The last semester of the fourth grade, from January to March, is only two short months.
Tomoyo and Reiya felt as if they had forgotten something until they arrived at school and met Mr. Tsujitani during the break. To be more precise, they were told by their classmates that the teacher asked them to go to the office.
"Tomoyo, Reiya, how are your preparations for the competition going?"
"Competition?" Lingye asked back subconsciously, and then Chise covered his mouth and exclaimed.
"Ah, it's the choir club's national competition!"
"You didn't forget, did you?" Teacher Tsujitani rubbed her temple helplessly. These were the two students she considered the most reliable.
“Ahahaha~~”
There was no way to refute it, they had indeed forgotten. They were so absorbed by the Christmas concert before the New Year that they and Sakura prepared songs for the concert together, and they had completely forgotten about the national competition for the choir club that was to be held at the end of February after the New Year and before the spring break.
In the preliminaries, Reiya replaced Tomoyo and won a ticket to the national competition for Tomoeda Elementary School with a song "Night Song". At that time, I thought that there were still four months before the competition, which was almost so long that it would never come. But unexpectedly, there is only one month left.
Time is so strange. If you keep thinking about something, you will feel that time passes very slowly. But if you accidentally forget about it, time will pass easily.
Except for one song, "Friendship", they haven't even decided on the other song yet.
"How about 'Don't Give Up'?" suggested Mr. Tsujitani.
"Ah, does the teacher know about this too?"
Anyone who can name this song must know about that concert.
"Of course I will go to the concert of my own students. The concert was very good and unexpectedly touching."
In fact, Teacher Tsujitani did not take the national competition too seriously. As the instructor of Tomoeda Elementary School, being able to represent Tokyo in the national choir competitions was already the best result, and she did not expect more.
After all, their school is an aristocratic school, not a singing school, so the school didn't put too much pressure on her.
But I didn’t expect that Reiya and Tomoyo would hold a solo concert on Christmas.
Although from a professional perspective, their singing skills are still a little bit lacking, but that was an idol concert, not a professional singer's concert, and they shouldn't be held to the same standards as professional singers.
They have done well enough.
“Although ‘Don’t Give Up’ is a good song, I don’t think it’s suitable.”
That is a song for adults and is not suitable for the stage of elementary school students. For children, giving up on something they don’t like is their right.
Children don't understand, nor do they need to understand. They are not yet old enough to take responsibility.
If you don't put emotion into singing, you won't be able to sing well.
Mr. Tsujitani also agreed.
"Then how do we choose songs? There's only one month left."
Looking out the window, the winter snow had melted. Ling suddenly remembered a song.
"Tsujitani-sensei, is a Chinese song okay?"
"Chinese? Is it a foreign song?"
The songs in student competitions are not profitable, so copyright issues generally do not need to be considered.
Of course, even considering copyright is meaningless, as the copyright to the song expires fifty years later.
Chinese is indeed a foreign language to the island nation, but it is her mother tongue.
"I can translate it into Japanese, but it will take some time to make it rhyme."
She has always liked the male singer with a special female-like voice. Every song of his, "Big Fish" and "The Whale on the Lonely Island", is very beautiful.
And there was a song that he wrote specifically for children, which was her favorite song ever.
Ling also hummed and quickly memorized the tune. Even without singing, humming it softly made people feel gentle.
[The winter snow is waiting for spring. The seeds are waiting for the morning sun.]
When spring comes and all things come back to life, children can imagine a future with infinite possibilities in the field of hope that belongs to them.
The voice is somewhat ethereal and somewhat gentle, and the notes connected together seem like a warm spring breeze blowing, dyeing the earth green and the wheat fields golden.
Teacher Tsujitani gently closed her eyes and sang without accompaniment, in a language she could not understand from the other side of the ocean. But the clear melody of the song flowed into her heart.
"It doesn't matter if this song doesn't need to be translated into Japanese," said Mr. Tsujitani. "That's it."
Music is the common language of life, and emotions themselves can be communicated.
"Reiya, can you sing that song again?" Tomoyo asked on the way home from school.
"Tomoyo can understand Chinese?"
“I don’t understand it, but that song makes me feel so gentle.”
It is indeed very gentle, and that is the singer's gift to all children.
[Just like the grass and trees growing, we stand beside each other. Holding hands, we become a light in the night, and look at the world from afar.]
Every child is a light, and the future path can be imagined freely. Such a song should be given to every child in the world.
"Friendship" and "May Wind on the Ridge" will be the songs that Youeda Elementary School will participate in the competition.
There is still a month left, and Tomoyo, Reiya, and Mr. Tsujitani, actually don’t care whether they can win the national championship. The stage is just there, and they want to bring their singing to others, and this feeling is real.
The hot air balloon tour across the country that Sakura mentioned earlier actually came to Tokyo a week after school started.