tokyo voice

"Do you unconditionally show kindness to others without asking why?" Hidaka Mana shook her head, "Didn't people around you say that you have a problem with this way of thinking?"

"I don't have many friends."

"... Anyway, thank you. I'll drink some water and rest, and I'll be leaving soon." Hidaka Mana timely cooperated with the staggering movements of the characters on the screen and let out a well-timed, pitiful grunt.

"But I see that you still have some wounds on your body, at least go to a nearby clinic to disinfect and bandage them?" Yin Ze said quickly.

"No need." Hidaka Mana replied indifferently.

"Do you need to call family or friends?"

"Need not."

"I think it's better to write a letter, they will be worried." Yin Zexu muttered.

"Fujigen-kun."

"what?"

"You'd better not have anything to do with me." Hidaka Aina's expression was as serious as the stickman on the screen, and she said every word, "Because something terrible will happen."

"Yes, yes. Mysterious lady, do you want to add some side dishes to the chazuke? I have fermented bean curd imported from abroad, which is rich in nutrition and delicious." Yin Ze chuckled.

"What is fermented bean curd?" Aina Hidaka had never heard of this kind of food, so to be honest, she was a little confused.

"Chinese butter." As a professional voice actor, Yin Ze didn't hold back when he uttered this line, and there was an inevitable subtle smile at the end of the sentence.

"...Then I'll add a little."

"Okay, I'll give you three pieces."

“So salty!”

"Is it? It's a super meal. Hey, don't be disgusted, don't poke it if you don't eat it, I usually only eat one piece a day, and today I'm extravagant for you." Yin Ze looked at the picture on the LCD screen. The complete red block was messed up by the chopsticks, and it was really distressing.

On the screen are two stick figures who are familiar with the style of painting, fighting and fighting.As the male protagonist was washing the dishes, the female protagonist watched the accident news on the TV, and waited for a short transitional shot in a dignified manner. The reminder of "night" soon appeared in the rough and sloppy screen, indicating that it was entering the night. next scenario.

"Then you can sleep on the bed, and I'll just lay a quilt on the floor to deal with it." Yin Ze said as a matter of course.

"It's okay, you'll be fine as usual. I don't need to sleep." Hidaka Mana kept her voice indifferent.

"If you don't sleep, what are you going to do that night? You don't want to watch the moon all night, do you?"

"...It's not the moon, it's a dream. Many people think that the fantasy in those nights is pure fantasy, but it's not true, it's the continuation of reality." The heroine leaned against the window, staring at the moonlight outside, the curtains As the night breeze gently swayed, "And some people can't and can't dream. On the contrary, 'they' use it as food, transforming the secrets deep in other people's consciousness into their own reality, turning them into mysterious and mysterious miracles."

"Transform into your own reality, what does that mean?" Yin Ze said in a daze.

"It's the end of the dream." Hidaka Mana said with a sigh.

On the screen, the heroine turned around perfectly, her hair fluttering, and her eyes were painted red with a hard-edged round brush, and "light here" was written in small characters, which seemed a bit vague.The female matchmaker flicked her hand casually, and the male matchmaker, who was busy laying the floor, swayed, as if sucking a few breaths into the hypnotic Gashao, rolled his eyes, and fell limply.

The heroine carried her back to the bed, covered her with the quilt, and sat beside her silently, beating the beat and humming a song, just like a patient mother coaxing a baby to sleep.

"Sleep, sleep..."

In fact, Hidaka Mana was indeed singing a vague lullaby in a low voice. As for whether it was improvisation or with the help of a script, it is not clear.

The moonlight quietly hid behind the clouds, and the room was dimly lit. Watching over the sleeping male student, a thread of light as thin as a hair suddenly appeared between her fingers, and the other end of the line was the boy's forehead. .

With the birth and death of more and more threads, the boy's sleeping face gradually became peaceful, even with a slight smile on his face, as if he had encountered an indescribable beauty in his dreams.

"It's all nightmares." Hidaka Mana sighed again, "Thank you. Sleep well."

The scene changed again, and it was the next morning. The male protagonist who woke up naturally stretched his waist and sat up from the bed, scratching his hair. After a short while of confusion, he realized that there was no one else in the room except him. , only the thank you note on the table proved that the strange encounter last night was real.

"Who the hell is that guy?" Yin Ze followed the timeline closely and asked in confusion.

Along with the heroine who left for the time being, there is also Hidaka Mana. In this episode, there are only a few scenes left at the end of the younger generation, so I pulled back to my seat early and gave up the microphone.

The actor's childhood sweetheart silently took over that position.

Sakura Mio stood expressionlessly on the left side of the male lead.

Her nervousness could be felt from a distance of half a meter, and the notebook she was holding in mid-air was trembling slightly.

Because of this, Yin Ze couldn't help but glanced at her a few more times. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl's eyes wide open, as if she was going to enter the nuclear code and open the age of apocalypse, as if she was determined and cautious.

"The world is so big, it seems meaningless to only know the name." Yin Ze suppressed the little worry in his heart, and read the monologue in the protagonist's mind as he was walking to school, "After school, do you want to go to the school again?" How about that way?"

The front screen switched to a pair of feet running in the next second, and the girl with a schoolbag caught up and patted the male protagonist in front of him neatly on the shoulder.

"It's so early today? I thought you were going to be late again!" Sakura Mio followed the draft screen for a long time, and finally said the first sentence.

——It's a bit hasty and eager, and some details are not handled smoothly enough, which seems a bit abrupt, which is what the saying goes.

Yin Ze, who had just ended his laning with the younger senior, was even more aware of the gap between the two.In fact, in the impression of "The Forest of Fireflies", Sakura-san's performance was even better than this.

Today is not the same as usual for some reason.

"Because I went to bed early." Yin Ze's thoughts flashed, and he continued smoothly, "The quality of my sleep last night was very high, and it should even be the best sleepiness in my life."

"Did you do anything?" Sakura Mio asked back.

"Nothing else, I brought a friend back, chatted for a while, and she helped me cover the quilt in the middle of the night."

"she?"

"Yes, she."

"You're not talking in your sleep, are you?"

"No, I swear, it's the truth. She's cute, smart, and has dreamy long hair. She's not at all rude and reckless like a certain track and field girl." Yin Ze very well interpreted the feeling of smiling. .

"What?! Your skin is itchy again, aren't you!" Sakura Mio raised the volume here.

The stickmen scuffled and entangled together, and the two also cooperated to make some hehehaha sounds similar to those in horizontal fighting games.In fact, for them who often form teams to go to the video game city to meet all kinds of powerful players, this is very well done, and there is an illusion that they are doing their own business.

In just a few words, under the guidance of the man's soothing tone, Sakura-san gradually became less tense, and gradually became more natural.

Just before the start of the next stage, the sound supervisor suddenly interrupted the dubbing work.

The little old man's words were cut off like an ice knife, causing chills to splash everywhere.

"I'm sorry to stop for a while. Uh, Ms. Sakura, the sound of your sportswear rubbing against each other is a bit loud. I can hear it in my earphones. This will affect the radio to some extent. Can you deal with it?"

The girl who was named froze for a moment, subconsciously looked down at her clothes in disbelief, and then blushed rapidly because of this low-level mistake.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry." Sakura Mio bowed again and again, saying sorry several times in a hurry.

She put the script book under her arm in a panic, and without thinking about it, she took off the jacket that she liked very much on weekdays but was now very in the way, crumpled it into a random pile and put it on the carpet at her feet.

The recording studio is very quiet if it is not necessary. With the complete sound insulation and sound absorption decoration, even a little bit of sound is very ear-catching.

Not to mention being harsh.

The tone and words of Nagasaki Yukino's reminder are already very euphemistic, but it still cannot conceal the nature of its criticism. When other people remain silent and inevitably all look at them, the tip of the girl's ears are red It was as if blood was dripping, and my originally calm mood seemed to have hit a storm and tsunami, no matter how hard I tried to restrain the hand holding the script, it couldn't stop shaking.

Under the sportswear was just a thin short T-shirt, and the girl touched her cold forearm.With his head down, his frustrated eyes hidden behind his forehead hair, he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry because of my mistake, please continue now."

"Then please start from page 13." The audio supervisor paused.

Sakura Mio moaned her head and turned forward silently.

"Please wait a little longer." The hero suddenly said at this moment.

"Are you going to make any adjustments here?" the audio supervisor wondered.

"It's nothing, it will be fine soon."

After Yin Ze finished speaking, he took off his coat briskly, took two steps generously towards the shivering girl on the left side with slender shoulders, and then put his pure cotton coat, which was hard to make any damage due to friction. Noise's clothes put on the girl.

The girl stiffened for the second time.

Yin Ze picked up the clothes on the ground again, went back and put them on the sofa, and came back again.

"The oversized yellow-green sweatshirt, I really miss it. I was working as a waiter in a western restaurant. The day we met for the second time and accidentally broke your tooth, you must have worn this one." Yin Ze said with a low smile, "Noise, what a big deal, let's take our time together."

The girl slowly raised her head, and the eyes behind the hair curtain seemed to be injected with light again, shining brightly.

She stretched out her hand to touch the jacket that still had the body's body temperature, feeling the warmth of this unknown number of times.He also laughed for no reason.

"Ah."

The familiar Sakura-san seems to be back again.

No.90 Chapter [-] successfully attracts attention

It is difficult to bring emotion into work.

No matter how you look at it, the manager who is as tall as a mountain with two hundred catties is not pleasing to the eye. No matter how amiable the manager with a fat head, big ears and angry face is three hundred catties, there are four bloody words between the lines, and his performance is amazing.

Who is the peak at the end of society?Once the feedback is empty.

Instead of worrying about holidays and benefits, it is better to kill yourself, leaving only the basic logical ability to act, and then sit under the bodhi tree and turn into a heartless working machine.Start up on time at [-] o'clock in the morning, the left hand phone is oily and the right hand is chicken soup, the forehand is Office Avengers, and the backhand is Adobe Family Bucket.

However, literary and artistic work, such an industry that inevitably involves personal subjective impressions and colors, is difficult not to bring in emotions and retain human nature. Everyone has different aesthetic tastes as a benchmark.If you want to activate the work and make ripples, you must first pack the passion into pieces and throw it down, making a loud splash.

The sound supervisor holds the life and death power of the voice dubbing work, and the supervision above, and the voice actor below, play a very important role in connecting.

Yukio Nagasaki must really look at everyone's performance and make instructions based on years of experience.

Of course, this set of thinking and judgment has a series of objective standards, and this objective standard is derived from his subjective feelings.

now is our recess time.

The little old man put on the earphones very attentively, sat with his hands folded in front of the device, and unconsciously rubbed his chubby chin from time to time to figure out the first half of the material.Next to him was an elderly skinny man wearing earphones who participated in the discussion together.

"The male protagonist is not bad. It is a typical class with the second-to-last row next to the window, a traditional gentle man who enjoys a peaceful life and is content with the status quo. He is not out of line or bad. It seems that because of my previous reminder, he I made up my mind to act in a satisfactory manner, and this kind of self-control is quite strong." Nagasaki Xingnan commented.

"Haven't you considered that it's because he's not good enough, and he can't go anywhere if he wants to shine?" the skinny uncle added.

"No, with his clear texture, it's not easy to simply raise his voice and earn some face? His voice is now even murkier than his original tone, and his speech is deliberately lazy, and he swallows words vaguely, which strengthens his moderation. It is very close to the way people speak in daily life." Nagasaki Yukio said, "And it's not completely without characteristics, it's nothing to listen to sentence by sentence, and the overall smooth feeling, the hero is a bit alienated from society. First of all, the lines The character itself is very gentle, and the character seldom rejects other people's requests. He always has an indifferent personality. I guess the original intention is to create a good guy image in the normal sense. Enthusiasm' has become 'uniform hypocrisy'. To be honest, it adds a lot to this otherwise dry image."

"Is this considered adding drama to yourself?" The skinny uncle asked.

"An interesting personal interpretation. Needs are dead and people are alive. As long as it is creation, you must bring your own things, otherwise it will be too rigid and soulless. The beauty of him is that his private The goods are not only positive, but also small in quantity and light in taste, which does not affect the overall situation at all. Only a small amount of milk and powdered sugar is added to a cup of coffee, and the bitterness still cannot be shaken, but there is still a touch of sweetness between the lips and teeth. Many people tell their desires too much Strong, including some well-known people in the industry, they can't do this kind of tickling."

Yukio Nagasaki smiled.

"Such a talent, I really look forward to what kind of brilliance he will release when he encounters such extremely demanding and extremely difficult characters in the future."

"Hmm, what about the others?" The skinny uncle asked again.

"Miss Ridaka's acting skills have always been on the line, especially after serving as the main character of the Dark series before, her ability has been greatly honed. There are many seniors who only changed careers in their 30s. She is still very young. In the future, There must be a good development."

"Hmm, what about the others?" The skinny uncle continued to ask.

"You mean Asamiya Rie? You don't need to repeat the already famous and popular player?"

"Hmm, what about the others?"

"Brother Matsuda? The basic skills are quite solid, and the performance is very powerful."

"What about the rest?"

"Anything else? No more?"

"Why not, isn't there still a childhood sweetheart!" The skinny uncle said a little excitedly.

"Uh, the number of lines so far is not much, so I can't comment on it. I have to say, it's still quite aura, but it seems that the status is not online today." Nagasaki Yukio scratched his thinning hair.

"Indeed, it seems that he is not feeling well and his performance has been affected." The skinny uncle nodded in agreement.

"Are you so sure?" Nagasaki Konan was puzzled.

"Of course, I'm in charge of their leading role debut." Keihiro Komori snorted, "Can I still be unclear?"

"Is the original one by Mr. Midorikawa? I've heard of that, but I haven't seen it."

"How can you not watch it? The number of readings is the foundation of your standing. If the aesthetics are outdated by the times and your sense of smell is dull, you will only be eliminated by those more diligent sound supervisors." Keihiro Komori exhorted heavily.

"So have you finished the storyboarding?" The audio supervisor looked at the skinny uncle with the same eyes as the production team's donkey.

"I'm not doing it right now?" Komori Keihiro said, his right hand kept making small movements, holding a pencil and dancing on a stack of paper. After a while, the matchmakers joined hands on the paper. If you observe carefully, you will find this The painting style of the content on the paper is exactly the same as the draft on the screen in the recording studio.

"It's only the sixth episode. The production team is probably starting to prepare the cage." Nagasaki Yukisuke smiled nonchalantly, "During his busy schedule, the animation supervisor made a special trip to pay attention to the dubbing session. It’s been touching that I’ve come up with ideas to share the pressure.”

"This amount of work is not too much trouble for me." Keihiro Komori waved his hand, "Besides, I have also worked in the field of audio before."

"You are the leader, you decide." Nagasaki Yukino said generously, "If you have any opinions, please raise them, or I will just give up the position and you will issue orders yourself."

"How can this interfere? You have said before that as long as it is a creation, you must bring your own feelings. If I mix it up with my own preferences, it will be messy? I can't do it." Keihiro Komori was easy-going. Say, "As you say, I'm just talking about my personal thoughts."

The second half started non-stop.

It's time for Em people.