I really can't act

Chapter 10 Sketching Avatars
The Ma family father and son must treat Fang Yi to a meal.

I couldn't refuse. After recording the sound, I chose a nearby mutton hot pot restaurant and had a lot of toasts.

According to the theory of evolution, Fang Yi has hardly cultivated this ability in the matter of using it or not, and in the hot field, returning to the primitive era, fortunately, the people at the table will always speak first.

"Teacher Fang..." Xiao Ma had already yelled, "A person like you should have a lot of requests for you."

"Not much, after all, I just entered school."

"Haven't you recorded a film before?"

"Yes, there are cultural activities in elementary school, junior high school, and high school..." Fang Yi thought of the school celebration cameras that would regularly appear every year when he was on the platform.When he answered these words, the expression on his face was serious.

The big and small horses were a little stunned when they heard the words, and after looking at each other, they showed a self-confident smile:
"After a while, there will be more people looking for you...as long as you have a little space, just a little bit." Stretch out your index finger and thumb to measure.

"I would like to borrow your good words." Fang Yi nodded, and the corners of his mouth curled up just in place to show his happiness.

Sure enough, the Ma family father and son looked at this smile and were extremely satisfied.

Maxima often has it, but Bole does not often have it.

In fact, Maxima is also rare.What's more, it is a ten thousand li horse in its infancy.

The mutton hot pot was gradually boiling, and the steam was lingering, covering Fang Yi at the main table, making it difficult to see clearly. The big horse elbowed the little horse, and a piece of high-quality mutton was served.

The pony waved his hand, trying to disperse the smoke.

"Okay—let's serve the food~~"

All fell down.

The boiling steam subsided in an instant, and the Ma family father and son saw it first. A pair of chopsticks dipped into the hot soup, caught a piece of crystal mutton, and followed the line of sight.

Pass it all the way to the master's mouth.

chew.

Ma Kun has never felt that mutton slices are so beautiful in his life, as if they are shining.He remembered the cartoon he had watched, "The Little Master of China".The dishes inside are all outstanding, and the people who eat them are also people with names and surnames in the play, and people with backgrounds.

He elbowed the pony again, only to bump into his elbow this time.The numbness hit.

It's really father and son.

Da Ma waited to recover, thinking, this dish is naturally not enough.

"Waiter, have another plate."

Fang Yi picked up another chopstick.

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Make an intention now.

The recording time is initially set three times, one is for personal recording, and the other two are random, waiting for other voice actors to arrange.

The character Fang Yi received was not the protagonist after all. In the original "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", there were not many plots at the end of the Shu Kingdom. In this cartoon, even cuts were made.Because of this, the Ma family father and son have a little right to speak in such roles, and can recommend them to the film studio. To save trouble, the film studio will generally not reject them.

Although the matter of dubbing is often mentioned loudly, it is actually not taken seriously.

——"Okay, this is the end of today's class...Fang Yi, when I passed by the guard room, there was a postal express waiting for you to sign for."

On Thursday, the public class teacher who "could be bullied" said so.

In 09, express delivery was not the mainstream, and the delivery took a long time. In order to prevent students from delaying things, sometimes teachers or counselors would remind them.

The classroom fell silent.

By this time, the people from the Academy of Drama, those with outstanding ability, have already started to accept commercial performance orders, or more formally, invitations from certain small theater groups, because the producers are scattered all over the world, when confirming the cooperation relationship, it is often Shipping contract.

In what way?

postal.

If someone else comes to pick up something like "express delivery", you don't need to pay attention. It may be a local specialty of your hometown. If it is him, no matter whether you know it or not, just follow your eyes. , Seeing such a face, everyone always feels:
Ah, that's right, it must be that thing.

Why haven't I received the order yet?Damn it!

Will there be a new wave of skipping classes?

Looking at the already sparse crowd, the teacher also announced with a complicated expression after receiving Fang Yi's familiar nod for confirmation.

"get out of class."

Fang Yi finished "Xu Sanguan's Tale of Selling Blood", but he hasn't finished the book yet. He read it intermittently in the evenings and in class these days, but it's time to return the book.The library of Central Opera stipulates that the days for borrowing books can only be seven days at most.

The bookmark is his sketch head that happened to drop last time. To this day, I still don't know who made it.If it is returned, the author will take it back if he has the heart.

He thought, and took it out again.

The painting is really similar.

Although it is someone else's work, it should obtain part of the portrait rights, after all, the deity is here.

He took out a pencil, and this time he didn't draw on the palm of his hand, but lightly drew a horizontal line on the back of the portrait.

Lessons learned today.

On the way to return the books, he passed the pines and cypresses in front of the library again. Although it was late autumn and the air was getting colder, the leaves were still hanging firmly, refusing to fall to the ground. He stopped here for a while before entering the library.

The books have to be put on the return cart, and there are very few people guarding the counter today.

"Student, put the book here."

"Ok."

The one who answered him was a girl with a ball head, facing away from her, and another long-haired one, wearing a slightly white denim jacket, who was constantly partitioning a book according to the machine number.

Very enthusiastic.

Most of these caretakers are part-time students, and most of them are freshmen, because the salary of such jobs is not high, and it wastes time that could be used for filming, practicing, or taking a nap.

This is a cheap job.

Fang Yi entered the role of reasoner.

——The reviewing classmate should have taken the book and flipped through it to check whether it is damaged, and said in surprise, "You still have something left in this book." She took the bookmark to look at it, and became incoherent, "This ……this……"

Fang Yi shook his head, "It's not mine."

But this student really believed it.She asked the long-haired girl behind her, "Senior sister, there is an extra bookmark in the book, and it is not the classmate who returned the book, what should I do?"

She held the sketch bookmark in her hand, "Although it's not in this book, have you lost it...it's a pity." She couldn't help comparing herself with the portrait, and gradually whispered.

The long-haired girl kept busy with her work without looking back, "What book?"

"Xu...Xu Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood."

Enthusiastic classmates kept rubbing the cover of the book.

"Well, put it back. Maybe it was drawn by someone else."

"But, senior sister, I know this book, and there is no such picture in the book." She took out the picture and put it in the center of her palm to read.This painting is indeed very similar to me, a boy standing in front of the window, reading a book with his head down, with the breeze blowing.The branches of pines and cypresses protruded faintly behind him, trembling slightly.

How vivid.Even if the boy doesn't know him personally, is it really a good thing that the author finds out about this kind of return?

"This painting was drawn by someone else, maybe that person is looking for it." The long-haired girl said patiently, her voice neither fast nor slow, "Also, if that person wants to get it back?"

"But!"

"Whatever the book looks like, it's the same when you return it. This is called returning it as it is. Our library's regulations stipulate it like this." The man pushed his eyes.

The enthusiastic classmate reluctantly put the bookmark back into the page. She just remembered the page number Fang Yi put back.So the girl with the ball head, which is rare, suddenly raised her head and gave Fang a glare.

snort!
Feeling helpless, Fang Yi went upstairs to look for "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". He was used to writing short biographies of characters, researching their lives, dubbing such films, and not reading the original works.

Normal people should do it.

Standing at the junction of the first floor and the second floor, the tempered glass reflected Fang Yi's pants, which were as black as the cover of the returned book.For the book that he hadn't finished reading, Fang Yi somehow thought of the senior who had turned her back to him earlier, and looked back at the counter of the book return cart on the first floor.

There were only empty counters left.

(End of this chapter)