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"Well, I have to change shifts later, and it will be more than three o'clock in the morning." Matsuda said sincerely and embarrassedly, "Next time, let's eat next time."

"Is it really okay?" Yin Ze was also taken aback, "Is it okay?"

"Although it is said to be on duty, it won't be too busy at night. It doesn't matter if you take a nap while taking advantage of the loopholes." Matsuda waved his hand sincerely.

"Can't you ask for leave?" Yin Ze said hesitantly.

"The money will be deducted." Matsuda replied calmly and naturally.

The man was slightly silent. After hearing this, he couldn't say any more, otherwise he would be pretending to be kind and making trouble for no reason.

"Then see you next time." Matsuda sincerely got up and stretched, and patted his face to refresh himself.

"What's the matter, if I can help you, you must tell me." Yin Ze looked at his tired back and couldn't help but say, "I will definitely be as rude as I was when I lived in your house directly. "

Matsuda sincerely and naturally responds to his concern for his friends.

But he himself knew that he should not call for help.I've gotten used to being harsh on myself, and no matter how debilitating it is, I don't even have the idea of ​​acting like a baby to my closest family members.How can you be ashamed to make trouble for your friends.

Squeeze the car, go to the store, change clothes and change shifts.

Those who knew him well said he was a good fellow who was not good at lying.

But lying is something that everyone does, and he is absolutely no exception.

For example, in a short phone call with his family, he insisted that he is doing well in Tokyo now, working from nine to five every day, eating three meals with big meat and small drinks, and not under much pressure from work.

For example, in this part-time job in a late-night bar, it is almost impossible to take a nap amidst loud music, boiling human voices, and dazzling laser light.

Probably in the second half of the night, these young people whose hormones are bursting and their wallets are tamped down will end up having enough excitement.At this time, he can not participate in the cleaning work and rest for a few hours.

When it was getting dark, he rode a bicycle to deliver newspapers from door to door.

In fact, after graduating from the training institute, I don't need to go to class, and I have more disposable time every day, but the sense of busyness has not diminished.The elimination rate of entry into the industry is very high. If the newcomer stage does not rise, there is a high probability that it will continue to sink.

At the door of the office, there are often colleagues who have passed the fresh-keeping period and have no name and no characteristics.The figures of those people yearning for another chance and unwillingness were deeply rooted in his heart.

So he cherishes every audition.

However, when I went to the studio, I thought that what I was doing now was definitely not a simulation exercise in class, but a real sword that would affect my professional life. Can't stop fantasizing about failed scenarios.

He can only keep pondering those little and few extra lines to concentrate and avoid uneasiness.

The workplace is always filled with a sense of seriousness that is not a joke, but a struggle for life, and the gathering of various colleagues also intensifies the tense atmosphere.

Before the official start of the collection, it is considered free time. There are seniors and newcomers present. Of course, greetings and exchanges are indispensable for the first meeting. Needless to say, the seniors who are comfortable with skills, the newcomers will be a little restrained, but there is no shortage of enthusiastic and outgoing talkers.

Matsuda sincerely feels envy every time he sees this kind of super socialite who can chat with strangers.

When he was still in school in his hometown in Hokkaido, he wanted to learn how to behave in the world, and he went to the building materials market with a huge flow of people... But in the end, he was persuaded or coaxed by the boss, and he was called down from the service desk to move goods instead.

"Mukai Shi from 91, I will trouble everyone for a while."

"Nagamura Soraha of Dong Hai, please advise!"

"Qingyi, Zhang Qiguang, let's work hard together."

"I'm Makoto Matsuda from Em, please give me your advice."

Although he wanted to continue to say something other than this routine sentence, but seeing the seniors happily reminiscing about the old days, his reaction was quite mediocre, so he quietly searched for a remote corner and buried his head in the script up.

Anyway, with his qualifications, sitting here is just right.

This episode seems to require a lot of vocals, and the number of voice actors present is relatively large, but it is the first time that the seats are almost full.

"Can I sit here, please?"

A slender and polite voice made Matsuda look up when he subconsciously left the stage.

It was a young, petite girl with a script book in her arms.

She has soft hair that falls over her shoulders, and she wears a brown sweater over her school uniform.Her body exudes a clean, girly, ordinary and simple aroma from body wash and shampoo.

Because of her age, her face is still a little immature, but it can already be called beautiful, with a restrained and well-behaved expression hidden between her brows.Reminiscent of fearful kingfishers and young cats in the park.

"Of course, please feel free." Matsuda whispered sincerely.

"Thank you."

The little girl sat down quietly, the distance was a little close, her shoulders inevitably rubbed against each other, she even seemed to be able to feel the temperature of her skin through the clothes, and the floral fragrance of the shampoo was more clearly audible.

Matsuda sincerely still carried the decadence and alcohol smell from last night's part-time job. For this reason, he tried to lean against the wall, and really didn't want to add trouble and tension to such a good boy.

The communication on the scene quickly subsided, and when the recording officially started, everyone came out tacitly and lined up to share the four microphones.

"Heh, you want to be a hero with this ability? Don't you need to suffer if you honestly tell the location of the key at the beginning?!"

"You don't understand the meaning of guardianship at all."

The screen directly opposite showed the picture that was still under production, and the audio supervisor behind the glass was wearing earphones and listening carefully.

"Those people are just using you. The arbiter only needs to weave a high-sounding speech to make a fool like you willing to sacrifice himself!"

"I forbid you... to slander her ideals."

It's just a crude line draft picture with only storyboards, but in the interpretation of the seniors, it already has a considerable appeal, and you can completely imagine the intense scene with your eyes closed.

Matsuda pursed his lips sincerely, while experiencing these high-level acting skills, it was his turn to relay.

"They have already lost the chance to leave the Holy Gate. No, it's not time to despair. Hurry up and look for loopholes and gaps!"

"The concentration of mana has increased to 79.8%, and the strength of the constriction is increasing simultaneously. It is almost breaking through the critical value, and a vortex reaction has occurred within ten kilometers around—" Matsuda sincerely read out the lines quickly and steadily.He had pre-read it many times before.

"There are only seven vacancies calculated by the system, and the X7 plan has been successfully activated. Before it is completely closed, we can get a window period of about 39 seconds." The girl standing on the right side of Mike, who is quite a bit shorter than him, also He speaks in an orderly manner, obviously the original voice is very soft, and he is not very old, but he can also express a heroic and capable taste very well.

That's all for the role of the researcher.

The two breathed a sigh of relief, immediately let the microphone go to the people behind or on the side, and quietly retreated back to their seats.

Because their actions were unexpectedly synchronized, before sitting down, the girl nodded to him kindly and smiled.

Matsuda sincerely gave a thumbs up in response, and then, like the students in the first row in the classroom, he consciously picked up the script.

From the corner of my vision, the girl was putting her hands flat on her knees, staring intently at the performance ahead.

Matsuda was so sincere that he didn't observe the senior's handling and counteracting.Instead, he recalled the self-introduction not long ago, especially the words of the little girl.

"I'm Yui Mizukura of StyleCube. I'm not mature enough in many places. I hope I won't cause trouble for everyone."

Although a little timid, he is still able to act with a straight chest in the harsh industry.

Today's children are really amazing.

No.19 First come, first served, don’t jump in line

Today in Tokyo, cloudy and drizzle, the air is slightly cold.

This is the first time for Yin Ze to watch the dubbing of the screen that is close to the quality of the finished product.It should be said that it is indeed a theatrical version, the construction period is not so rushed, and there is enough time to polish all aspects.

"The Forest of Fireflies" has no dazzling special effects and explosions.Rural villages far away from the hustle and bustle, young girls with little experience in the world, monsters and strange stories hidden in the dense forest, whether it is a gentle and sad narrative and bright and lively paintings, all conform to the Japanese light fantasy style in most people's traditional impressions.

Compared with the grandeur, small and exquisite is the main theme of this country. They are very good at sublimating tiny objects into precious treasures.

Just like an ordinary Boymeetsgirl, the ordinary parting and relief can also create a variety of flavors.

"That kid just now... is it human?"

The hand under the dark blue bathrobe glowed with blue light, and the light was melting, and the dazed girl in front of him was reflected in the pupil.

Yin Ze took a deep breath silently at this time, and the words full of love and throbbing were transmitted to everyone's ears through the radio equipment.

"Come on, Hotaru, I can finally touch you."

The girl rushed forward to hug each other, but what she grabbed was only a thin piece of clothing. The existence that haunted her has disappeared.

This time I can only go back alone.

"I'm sure I won't be looking forward to the arrival of summer for the time being. My heart hurts, and my tears won't stop... But the warm and gentle touch lingering on my fingertips, and even the memory of summer, will stay with me forever."

The supervisor Keihiro Komori, who was wearing headphones, smiled in satisfaction and nodded appreciatively.

"Okay, that's it for this version."

The recording is over. The total duration is about 50 minutes. The dialogue between the male and female protagonists occupies the vast majority. In short, there is no trouble, and the obligations are fulfilled stably.

Everyone stood up and applauded one after another, and some even pushed the door open with bouquets of flowers.Yin Ze was quite flattered, and then he suddenly had a feeling of "I am the master", thanked him repeatedly and took the bouquet, a little bit fond of it.

You must know that he has always been the kind of person who gives flowers, and others may decide not to.

"Sakura-san, are you crying?" He looked at the other protagonist who also took the flowers and wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands.

"Yeah, can't it, the end is really touching." Sakura Mio said sniffling.

Unexpectedly, Sakura, who has a changeable personality on weekdays, is indifferent and strong, but also has a pure girlish heart. Even a woman can't refuse the pure love sadomasochism with a handsome guy.

"The servant shed tears for the role, which shows that the real body and mind are unified. Takizawa-kun, you must be the same, right?" The supervisor laughed and walked in.

"Of course." The man also imitated the movement of wiping his tears.

"I've already booked the restaurant, let's all go to the celebration party later."

"Supervising the atmosphere." Yin Ze was overjoyed, and handed over the clean script with almost no traces of flipping through it, "Oh yes, the script should be handed back, right?"

Sakura Mio suddenly showed a bit of reluctance.

"If Mio sound-chan wants to keep it, just keep it." The gentle and amiable supervisor looked at her and said.

"Is it really possible? Thank you!" The girl was very pleasantly surprised, and hugged the notebook with many bookmarks tightly.

"This job is an unforgettable experience for you, and as the helm of this work, you, the heroine, can cherish it like this, of course I am also very happy."

"...If that's the case, then I won't hand it in either?" Otherwise, wouldn't it appear that the male protagonist didn't work hard enough, Yin Ze coughed.

"Why, Takizawa-kun is obviously not too moved?" The supervisor who inadvertently saw through his heart expressed doubts.

"..."

"You really have no conscience. You can still remain unmoved by participating in such a plot. Is your heart made of stone?" Sakura Mio became dissatisfied, "Why would you play the role of Yin who is so affectionate and touching?" ah?"

"Why would you play such a well-behaved and dedicated Yingying?" Yin Ze countered.

"Do you have any doubts about my acting skills?" The girl stared.

"If it was more cute, the effect would be better. Sigh, but this is a little too strong for Sakura, who is good at opening soda cans with one finger and twisting bottle caps with a roundabout kick." Yin Ze sighed.

The shamed and angry girl chased and kicked the boy again with the toe of her small leather shoe.As the number of farces increased, it had evolved from kicking his calf to kicking his thigh, and in the long run, it might evolve into kicking the back of the head...if her flexibility is that good.

The supervisor who had already married and established a business looked at the two people who were fighting with a smile.

The atmosphere of the celebration party was relaxed and happy, with each other exchanging glasses and laughing.

Sakura Mioyin was still a middle school student, so of course she could only drink fruit drinks, while Yin Ze, whose physical age had reached the legal age, naturally poured himself a glass of draft beer.

The fly in the ointment was that this glass of beer couldn't be refilled with a second glass of beer after everyone thanked the voice actors for their hard work.

"I hate the smell of alcohol." The girl sitting next to him protested by tugging on his sleeve.

So I had to share the bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice with her.

Human beings actually have a desire for retaliatory consumption. For example, boys when they are underage always have an extreme curiosity and adventurous spirit towards the Internet cafes in the alleys. They really want to step into the electronic arena where heroes from all walks of life gather. After becoming an adult, it is natural to fight fiercely all night until you vomit.

Japan's custom industry is so prosperous, and the country's service industry has always strived to put customers first and strive for excellence.Now that I have lost the shackles, isn't it... hehe!

"Why are you smiling so, so..." Sakura Mio sounded her words carefully, "So weird?"

"I think of happy things." Yin Ze said seriously.

"What are you happy about?"

"When I was interrupted by you, I suddenly forgot."

"Tsk, forget about it, who cares." Sakura Mio sounded lightly, "By the way, I've heard your broadcast before, what is it called Dark Fantasy Talk?"

"You actually listened..." Yin Ze's hair was black.

"A lot of people have heard it, and there are still some hot topics on Twitter. Don't you know? This is obviously your job, right?"

"Then what did the netizens say?" Yin Ze raised his glass and sipped the orange juice.

"The host is so young, so cute, and has a really nice voice, and the school uniform may not be too good."

"Rigao-sang is indeed excellent, so what about me." Yin Ze didn't realize he was there.

"The voice in the small theater session is disgusting." Sakura Mio said compassionately.

"I thought they would deny my noble personality and fatal charm." Yin Ze said with some relief, "The result is just disgusting... Coincidentally, I think the same way."