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They are on the same day, in the same group, and try the same protagonist.Although there are many tyrants from all walks of life coming to compete, the hot-blooded guys from Hokkaido are still full of fighting spirit.

By the way, Takizawa-kun is really relaxed, it seems that he has already understood the character thoroughly, so he is so confident.He has far surpassed me in this way, and I can't be too far behind.Matsuda sincerely glanced at the man beside him who put all his weight on the sofa and thought secretly.

"I'm going to buy some water, do you want it?" The man lazily stood up and scratched Zuo Ma's buttocks.

"Then bring me a bottle of carbonated water." Matsuda nodded sincerely.

"Row."

Strolling unsteadily to the vending machine, when he lowered his head to look for coins in the old wallet, he was lightly patted on the shoulder.

The man turned his head subconsciously, and a fleshy face reminiscent of Maitreya Buddha came into view instantly.

"Hey, isn't this old Nagasaki?" Yin Ze said in surprise.

"It's been a while since we saw each other." Nagasaki Konan was wearing a white plaid shirt today, with a gray-green V-neck sweater outside, which was the same outfit as Bill Gates.On the face, as always, the kind smile of the elderly.

"Are you the sound supervisor this time? I didn't pay attention to look at the staff watch." Yin Ze reached out his hand for a handshake.

"Yes." The little old man shook his hand back.

"Haha, then no matter what I say, I have to be a passerby."

"They're all relatively well-known people, so they should be more ambitious."

Yin Ze bought an extra bottle of coffee and handed it to the little old man, and the two chatted on the spot.

"How about it, which character did you come to try?" Nagasaki Yukio asked slowly.

"The agent has reported to me."

"It's quite in line with the character that Kashiwai guy wants." Nagasaki Xingnan first complained, and then leaned closer and said quietly, "Have you read the script too? This time, the nightmare girl, the main output is all It’s a female voice actor, and the selection criteria for the male lead is not strict, after all, there are no technical difficulties in the whole story, what the producer told me is that it’s fine if it’s easy and doesn’t drag you down, and it’s better if the price is cheaper.”

"...This request is too realistic." Yin Ze was a little speechless after hearing the sound monitor's hint.

"Funds are limited. You don't think that any animation is not bad for money like Darkness and the Admiral of Yunyan Mansion you paired not long ago, right? An ordinary one-season series, with 20 minutes of content per episode, just draws. Mobilize hundreds of original artists. The investment is large, and the recovery cost is not fast. Without rich people to support the scene, of course, small companies have to plan carefully." Nagasaki Yukio shook his head.

"What do you mean, the audition for the female character is over?" Yin Ze asked again.

"Well, it happened a few days ago."

"Is there anyone I know? Is it convenient to disclose?" Yin Ze asked curiously.

"Yes." Nagasaki Yukino said, "For example, Asamiya Rie from your EM club has a supporting role."

"Why are the pillars of our company only supporting roles? There are so many masters over there? Is the competition so fierce?" Yin Ze asked strangely.Asamiya Rie, that is the powerhouse of the supreme brilliance, the senior who turned decay into magic, the master of mind manipulation who turned insults into praise, can he lose?

"You still don't see much of it. Look at what I said. Oscar winners don't have to act in movies unless they are leading roles. Let alone supporting roles, there are a lot of old-timers who form soy sauce." Nagasaki Xingnan said, "Besides, if you speak less lines, you can give less money, but when you promote it, you can still borrow fame, so the price is more cost-effective."

"Then who will the heroine get?" Yin Ze was eager to learn.

"Well... I suggest you check it out on the set. It's meaningless to talk about it in advance." The little old man who has always been generous and kind suddenly became an old fox. He stood with his hands behind his back and said a few words with a smile. Meaning of the words, I waited for a long time and still didn't answer the question.

"?" The man was baffled by the strange and unpredictable attitude of the old god of the sound supervisor.

"Hey, then let's meet in the recording studio later." Nagasaki Yukio waved his hand while holding the coffee, and took a leisurely step forward.

It was too irresponsible to be so curious, but only half-spoken.

Yin Ze angrily lifted the tab of the coffee in his hand, took a sip, bought another bottle of carbonated water, and returned to the lounge the same way.

2 hours later.

Like the end of the exam, the good brothers walked out of the recording studio side by side and stretched out to the world.

Spring in Tokyo is not like winter, which is covered with silver, covering the city, and filling the sight line, but it passes by quietly and invisible, leaving only a pile of just right.

The temperature is just right, the weather is just right, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers are just right, and even the thighs on girls' knee socks are just right.

"We can finally work together." Matsuda sincerely looked back at the small building where he was working, and then took a deep breath of the fireworks in the afternoon, feeling emotional.

"Have you worked together many times before?" Yin Ze was slightly stunned, "With the two of us and Shimadzu, there are only a lot of places to run together, right?"

"It's not an anonymous passer-by like this, but it's the first time that it belongs to the main team?" Matsuda sincerely turned his head to look at his friend.His smile carries a rare innocence in the city, reminiscent of a wheat field blown by the breeze, and pine cones carefully hidden by squirrels under the snow.

"Hey, a male number two thinks you are beautiful, you should be more ambitious." The man learned and used it flexibly.

"Enough is enough, enough is enough." Matsuda sincerely waved his hands calmly, "Just be grateful and do your own thing."

This kind of work featuring female characters must have gathered a large number of female voice actors on the set. Judging from the previous information, Li Hui-san, one of the faces of their EM agency, will also be present. The working environment at that time is hard to imagine. feel harsh.In this case, as a male supporting role, I will not participate in the female part, but I have rich exchanges with the male lead.

On the one hand, I can sit in the corner with peace of mind and have a good time, and on the other hand, I can formally play against my good friends.

——What an ideal result!

Don't be in a hurry, just accept what comes and goes, the breeze blows the hills, and the bright moon shines on the river.In Matsuda's life, there is actually a hint of Buddha-nature beyond the mundane.

——I am so far inferior!Yin Ze felt ashamed.

"Speaking of which, this job can be regarded as a breakthrough in your career. Alright! Let's be extravagant today, let's have a good meal, drink some wine, and celebrate!" The man proposed with pride.

It's no better than holding hands with the manager who hides evil intentions and pretends.

The hooking of Yin Ze and Matsuda is from the heart and full of affection.

The two walked away humming a Showa ditty with a sense of the age, and the darker and darker sunset drew a long and thin shadow behind them.

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"List of Voice Actors"

"Qiuyue Mingmeng: Hidaka Aina"

"Fujigen Kai: Takizawa Satoru"

"Mido Chiyo: Asamiya Rie"

"Berninasciu: Makoto Matsuda"

"Kisarazuki: Kana Eda"

"Kaze Yui: Isuzu Yuberry"

"Horie Mitsuha: Yabuki Yuri"

"Ichimatsu: Sakura Mio"

No.90 The change of the interweaving of the six chapters

Matsuda got up early in the morning. He opened the window, took off the briquettes nightcap on his head, and embraced the sun.

The water temperature in the morning bath is cool, and with the grapefruit-flavored shower gel, the whole person feels refreshed.Breakfast is a small sweet orange, a small bowl of aseptic egg bibimbap, a thin slice of cheese bread, and fresh milk in a bag.The amount of [-]% full, the control is just right, cooking with less oil, rich nutrition and full of vitality.In terms of clothing, the cotton and linen lining is soft, comfortable and breathable, and the dark coat is loose and fashionable, which is not easy to make rustling noise and affect work. The long sleeves also perfectly meet the needs of frequent cuffs when you are nervous, which is very top.

In the messenger bag, put wet tissues, dry tissues, throat lozenges, charging cables, spare coins, and desk books in sequence.

Carefully check gas, tap water.

He locked the door, opened it, locked it again, and turned the handle.

"Xiaosong, are you going to work again?" The white-haired grandfather, wearing presbyopic glasses and holding a newspaper to read the news, greeted kindly.

"No, I'm going to work." Matsuda replied with a sincere smile.

"Thank you for moving the air conditioner last time."

"Hey, it's a trivial matter, you have thanked me several times."

Matsuda pedaled his bicycle sincerely and proficiently, and walked nimbly through the cracks between buildings and streets, just like a flying squirrel jumping in the jungle.The slightly curved spine, the tight trousers when kicking the legs, the flying short hair and the tail of the clothes, all exude the unique vigor of youth.

It's still early, but this is a city that the world knows as the city that never sleeps.The refrigerated trucks full of fresh food passed by steadily, and the cars overtook one after another. On the road, you can see people on the early shift and young people who still have excess energy after indulgence all night. Baba cigarettes, an uncle with a sad expression.

His speed has never been slowed down by thinking about the direction, and every turn has a certainty that practice makes perfect.

Veteran taxi drivers always have a traffic map in mind, whether it is the intricate trails, the road conditions at various times, or even the time of traffic lights at a certain intersection, they know everything well.

The same is true for Matsuda Makoto, except that he doesn't drive, but an experienced newspaper delivery worker.

In familiar neighborhoods, he can always change from his usual prudence, his bicycle is as smooth as light, and he makes fast and accurate reports.Because the sooner you finish it, the longer you can sleep.

Now when riding these roads, I still habitually want to brake the car, and subconsciously grab the non-existent newspaper in the front pocket.

The wind was blowing, panting.

But Matsuda sincerely had a smile on the corner of his mouth, full of motivation, and he pedaled very happily.

Walking this path again, it is not 2 o'clock in the morning, and it is no longer like the numbness and emptiness of being a journalism scholarship student.On the contrary, the bright sun shines on the face warmly, and the body and mind are light and happy.

It seems to be back again, the day when I first arrived in Tokyo.

After 4 to 5 hours of shaking and waiting, he got out of the car with a lot of people with messy hair. This was an unpopular and determined journey.He stood alone on the platform silently looking at the stop sign for a long time, and the Shinkansen train roared past behind him, bringing and taking away batch after batch of people.Finally he stepped forward, just like falling into a torrent, into the heart of this country, one of the most prosperous cities in the world.

Chasing dreams is always only at the very beginning, sleepless and passionate.Afterwards, knives sharpen iron and simmer gold.

The loving couple still has the burnout of the seven-year itch, and his emotion at the time when he was fascinated by the glamorous crowds in Tokyo has gradually turned into a complaint of "there is always an endless queue".

After arriving at the destination, Matsuda sincerely felt a little sweat on his forehead from riding. He turned his head and saw the flowers and trees beside the road swaying in the wind.

Riding in a hurry, there is still plenty of time.

Rarely came up with the idea of ​​"how about going for a walk in my spare time before work starts".

He locked the bicycle against the wall of the building, and clambered up the stairs with his bag on his back.

The recording studio was open, the lights of the vending machines were flashing, and the old man in charge of opening the door was cleaning the already clean floor with a mop. The two nodded friendly to each other.

The smell of freshly baked bread wafted in the air, but the corridor was deserted and there were no people there.

Matsuda sincerely likes this kind of quietness and loneliness. There is no cumbersome social interaction. The granular dust floats slowly under the light. There is a sense of emptiness and liberation in the deep sea. Thoughts can radiate far away like electricity. far away.

But even he knows that this kind of thing is very awkward.

Like smelling paint, people who are awkward will feel satisfied, but they know that this behavior is slightly toxic.

The longer you stay away from the group, the more dull your perception will be, the tighter the taciturn shell will be, and a little trouble will be infinitely magnified into a deep pit, and you will keep drilling, keep drilling, and the stubborn ones are not even willing to compromise with themselves.

Silent people tend to have complicated inner worlds.

Matsuda sighed sincerely, instead of going to the lounge, he went straight to the recording studio.

The door was easily pushed open by him.

Only the small lights are turned on here, and the wine-red benches and cotton blankets have a different high-end texture under the dim light and shadow, and several microphones stand conspicuously in the center facing the black and smooth LCD screen.

There is already a petite figure in the corner of the favorite, and the appearance of studying hard is so familiar.

I always feel that I have my own shadow, whether it is hard work or the atmosphere of being alone.

Someone arrived on set earlier than him.

Matsuda stayed still for a few seconds for no reason, feeling a sense of impoliteness breaking through a certain field, and fell into a dilemma inexplicably.

The person curled up in the corner of the room has raised his head and cast a normal and natural gaze.The top light from the ceiling made it difficult to see her expression clearly, the only thing she couldn't miss was her pair of clear, agile, sparkling eyes.

"Morning." said the girl.

"Morning..." Matsuda sincerely replied passively.

"Why are you standing there? Sit down?"

"Oh……"

Matsuda walked in sincerely and slowly, as if sitting down near the door for the first time, but in that way, the wide distance between the two of them would strongly release a feeling called "Awkward" atmosphere.He thought over and over again, and finally pulled into the distance cautiously, and sat two seats away from the girl.

The recording studio, which has been subjected to various noise reduction and sound insulation effects, is surprisingly silent, and the slight breathing of others can be faintly heard.

Matsuda sincerely dug out the script silently.

There was a short period of silence, during which only the pages were flipping.

"Matsuda-san, are you the number two male?" The girl asked suddenly, her voice was thin and soft, gently puncturing the bubble of silence.

"Ah, yes." Matsuda replied sincerely.

"Is it the male number two you tried at the beginning?" the girl asked slowly.

"No, basically I've tried everything, but that's what I said, but there are few male characters in this work." Matsuda scratched his head sincerely.

"The male lead has tried too?"

"There was an audition, but in the end it wasn't suitable." Matsuda said sincerely and embarrassedly.

"Do you want to be the main character?" the girl asked again after a few seconds.