Pat Me Please

Yu Zhou was too lazy to fight with her, even if he couldn't.

Taking out his mobile phone, he saw that Su Chang retweeted the news that he joined Sansheng Studio's summer dubbing training class on Weibo.

The poster was posted three days ago, but Su Chang reposted it belatedly, and Yu Zhou didn't read it because he didn't surf the Internet too much.

Then click into the relevant Weibo of Sansheng Studio, and the fresh list of students has just been released. Generally, this kind of training class is not just a training class, because there are a lot of applicants, and individual voice works have to be submitted for screening. After the training is over, Sansheng will select a few qualified ones from it every year, sign in the studio, and embark on professional dubbing actor's path.

The list of these students will generally be announced in advance, and the final list of signings will also be announced.

So in the circle, quite a few people pay attention to this training class.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhou opened the forum. Sure enough, there were already quite a few posts. Some of them were about Su Chang being a lecturer, and one was at the top. Carrots, you can start buying original stocks~"

Yu Zhou was amused by the title, and clicked in. It was the official announcement poster of Sansheng Studio.

Each student's real name is followed by a Weibo name, which is considered an advertisement in disguise. Apart from this, there is age and gender, and nothing else is displayed, not even a photo, which is full of mystery.

A reply below said: "In previous years, there were 30, why are there 31 this year?"

"Maybe there are a few that are particularly good. It's hard to choose. The more good seedlings, the better. I also hope to expand enrollment by 50 per year."

The follow-up comments still focused on the mentor: "There must be a top class to join. It's only been three days, and the list of students has come out."

"In other words," some netizens wondered, "Su Chang has never participated in this kind of activities, so how did he become a mentor this time?"

"She has gotten very close to Sansheng recently, and I don't know if she is going to sign it."

"If Su Chang goes there, will he sign or partner?"

After discussing Su Chang's career direction, the evil drug-addicted chicken came again: "Why is Su Chang going? Isn't it obvious? Look at the penultimate name. Funny.jpg"

As soon as this sentence came out, the comment update frequency was obviously much faster.

"I don't dare to say whether the head iron is your head iron."

"Wow, I like the drama of descending for love."

There are also objections: "You guys are so boring, you just focus on other people's private affairs, right? You said you are friends."

"Huh? Did we say something? Why are the fans coming to check in?"

"She is anxious, she is anxious" and "sister-in-law and brother-in-law" began to fight again.

Yu Zhou sighed, his brows twitched, and he opened Xiang Wan's Weibo to take a look. Fortunately, the weather was calm and no one was harassing her, but the number of fans was soaring, already more than 7,000.

That's awesome, I only posted three Weibo posts.

The fourth article should be issued today, forwarding the list of students.

This kind of thin business frequency seems to be a big hit.

While scrolling through Weibo, Ms. Zhao was also tired from cleaning, so she sat down next to her, and Lan Huazhi picked up her mobile phone to read headlines and WeChat Moments.

Looking at it, she said "Hey": "Sing Sang commented for me."

The voice of talking to himself is very deliberate, I don't know if he said it to Yu Zhou on purpose.

"Has Auntie arrived in Jiangcheng?" She read it word by word.

Then she opened the reply box, wrote a few words by hand, then deleted them, clicked on Su Chang's profile picture, and sent her a voice message: "Hey Changchang, I saw your comment, but I'm sorry, my aunt slept too much yesterday It's too late, I didn't reply you in time, that's right, my aunt has arrived in Jiangcheng, and now I'm staying at Congee Congee's house for a few days, hehehehehe, sing and sing, how are you doing recently, pay attention to your health. "

Yu Zhou listened very funny, her mother always did this, her voice must be full, and she would use a lot of modal particles to add drama to herself, as if someone on the other side was playing against her.

After laughing, Yu Zhou sighed helplessly, and said, "I'm just being polite, do you want to act like a mother and daughter reunion?"

Prompt tone for WeChat messages.

Ms. Zhao clicked on it, first put it next to her ear, and listened to it in receiver mode.

Then he glanced at Yu Zhou again and let him out.

Su Chang smiled at first, with a breathy voice like Su, as if he was still awake, and then said: "Good morning, Auntie, I'm fine, how is Auntie?"

The next one is: "Auntie is here. I was supposed to treat you to dinner, but I have something to do today and I'm on my way to the airport, so I'm sorry, I'll invite Auntie next time."

"Oh, sing, what did you say? Don't be embarrassed. Of course, work is important. Auntie is the elder. Auntie should invite you. Next time I have a chance, Auntie will cook for you." Ms. Zhao continued Make a voice.

Su Chang's voice came again, still smiling, and said: "Good aunt, let's not talk, I will drive."

"Okay, okay, I hung up your car." Ms. Zhao was afraid that it would affect her.

Yu Zhou said, "What are you hanging up for? It's not like I'm on the phone."

"Oh yes." Only then did Ms. Zhao realize.

She sighed, put down her phone, and pouted at Zhou: "See, absolutely, I still like you."

Yu Zhou laughed absurdly: "Where is this going? You two just talked about whether to eat or not."

"You don't understand, you don't understand." Ms. Zhao shook her head. It's a pity to sing for Su, but it's against this elm head.

"I don't understand. I'll give Xiang Ban a call. Why did it take me so long to buy groceries, won't I be kidnapped?" Yu Zhou dialed Xiang Ban's number.

Xiang Wan answered quickly: "Hello!"

"? Why are you yelling at me!" Yu Zhou was angry.

Xiang Wan was stunned for a moment, and her voice became very gentle in an instant: "You usually say 'Hello' to me, that's how it is."

"My 'hello' is not this 'hello'!" Speechless.

"When will you come back? Didn't I bind the card for you? Didn't I know how to pay? If you don't have any money, it will be withheld?" Yu Zhou asked.

"No," Xiang Wan said, "I'm in the community, watching the old grandpas play chess."

Yu Zhou was a little anxious: "Why don't you hurry back after buying, go to watch a game of chess, and don't say anything, what happened?" Are you sensible?

Xiang Wan smiled over there, and said, "You said you want me to be independent, I'll give it a try, and you will miss me when you see the first few games."

On the other side of the phone are the chess sounds of the elders in the neighborhood, and the girl's voice is especially sweet among them.

Yesterday Yu Zhou said that she wanted to let her be independent, and Xiang Wan tossed and turned all night, feeling very disappointed. She blamed this loss on the fact that Yu Zhou didn't show the slightest bit of reluctance to part with her when she was about to send her away. Same.

Yu Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Then, which game is it?" A little curious.

Xiang Wan glanced over there and said, "The round is not over yet."

"Oh, then do you want to come back after watching it, or come back now?"

"When I get your call, I can call back." Xiang Wan smiled.

"Okay, then come back quickly, my mother is waiting to cook." Yu Zhou was inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Okay." Xiang Wan said.

Yu Zhou hung up the phone, stood up, and pedaled a few laps on the elliptical. Ms. Zhao couldn't stay idle, and began to tidy up the kitchen and dining table again, went in to tinker for a while, and then fell silent again, a rare pause for a while.

Then she pushed the washing machine out, buried her head and pushed it all the way from the living room to the master bedroom.

After a while, she came out and beat Yu Zhou again who was riding the elliptical.

"You are going to die! You are going to die! You are going to die! You are going to die!"

"???" Yu Zhou couldn't hide in time, "What are you doing!"

"Are you still a girl? Are you shameless?" Ms. Zhao blushed and scolded her in a low voice, "Why do you misplace those things? It's not good to put them in the kitchen!"

"What, what is it?" Yu Zhou was dumbfounded.

"I put it back in the drawer of the master bedroom for you! Go and see for yourself!" Ms. Zhao was ashamed and left cursing.

Yu Zhou hurriedly got down from the top and trotted into the master bedroom. The drawers were not closed yet, it seemed that he was angry with Ms. Zhao.

She opened it to see, on the outermost part, how many...finger cots?

God, she has been putting it in the drawer. It has not been used for a long time and has never been moved.

She looked around, at a loss, and almost shouted that she had seen a ghost.

At this time, the sound of slippers sounded, and Xiang Wan, who had returned from shopping for groceries, entered the house and wanted to close the door and change into home clothes.

Seeing Yu Zhou, she smiled and said, "I'm back."

"Oh, you came back just in time," Yu Zhou suddenly had an epiphany, "Did you touch my... drawer?"

Xiang Wan blinked, came to his senses, and said with a smile, "I looked for paper towels in the morning, and saw a few gloves in the drawer that we used to eat crayfish, so I packed them up and went to the kitchen."

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just kill me. Yu Zhou wanted to die.