Host, You're Targeted

On the way back to the studio, Qi Yue bought another cup of pearl milk, and the green end was in his hand.

In the spring morning, the wind was still cool. Qi took a few mouthfuls of hot milk tea and felt comfortable with his throat and eyes. His nose, which had been blocked, was also unblocked in the cold wind.

When he returned to the studio, Qi Yue's coriander bun had been finished. He took a wet paper towel from the tea table in the rest area and held it in his hand. He entered the recording room with the cup of pearl milk green.

The breakfast in the studio has gone, and everyone who has a job this morning has stayed where they should be.

"Are you finished?"

Qi Yue's voice has a very serious nasal sound. He took a sip of milk tea and walked towards Xiaobai's direction. He took a look at the table book that needs to be recorded today, and browsed through today's work three or two times.

"I got up with a cold again this morning, so I can't match the content, and the sound lines will be different. I remember that there is a play in the script where the protagonist has a cold. Tune out the lines and I will match the part first."

Qi Yue said and took a sip of milk tea, knocked on the table and called Su He: "Su He, you first match your section."

Su he drank a mouthful, moistened his throat and walked into the recording room.

Xiaobai quickly helps Qi Yue tune out the script of the protagonist's cold. Qi Yue takes a look at Su He who is recording in the recording room. After listening to the sound coming from the loudspeaker for a while, he finds that there is no problem, so he shrinks to the small sofa and stands on the stage.

After one morning's dubbing work, Qi Yue looked at the overall progress of dubbing and found that they were very efficient this morning, and most of the dubbing tasks in the afternoon were completed.

In this way, he can finish work early in the afternoon and go home to make bricks!

At 12 o'clock, Qi Yue ends a box of porridge on the sofa in the rest area, sniffing the spicy chicken chops in the opposite Suhe bowl and sighing.

"Suhe, are you avenging me for drinking your soymilk this morning?"

Su He bit down the chicken chops, Qi Yue suddenly said this sentence scared him chicken chops almost dropped.

"No, no, no, how dare I?" Su He three two swallow down that piece of meat, "boss! Wrong

Qi Yue sighed and took his porridge out of the rest area and sat down at the counter at the door.

Qi Yue was pitifully drinking chicken porridge for his voice when the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

The cucurbit children's anxious voice rang up: "grandfather! Grandfather! Grandfather!... "

The spoon in Qi Yue's hand was almost frightened by the sound of grandfather. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and put it next to his ear after pressing the connection.

"The smaller the better..."

Qi Yi Ding's words had not finished, and heard the Qi Yue sighed, whispered a sentence, "why can I make complaints about what I can send out? You are not illiterate, but secretly change my mobile phone ring tone to this one. How much do you like Cucurbita

Qi Yiding murmured wrongly: "I like to listen to your voice! Don't you like my voice? Your grandfather, I'm the first person in the dubbing circle... "

"Stop!" Qi Yue drank a mouthful of porridge, "do you want to talk about business? I'm having porridge

Qi Yiding suddenly recognized Qi Yue's thick nasal cavity and educated him to say, "why do you have a cold again? Are you a little boy with weak body? I've told you to go with me to have a look at TCM recuperation! It's not a good thing for a boy to be weak. If your girlfriend says that you can't, won't you disgrace our old Qi family? "

The voice did not fall, Qi Yiding heard "Du", Qi Yue hung up his phone.