"Shui Cang-san, are you leaving?"

"Well, I have to make up classes in the afternoon."

"Let me see you off. Anyway, I have to go out to work in the afternoon."

Looking at Yui Mizukura who put the animation script back into her bag, Qianyuan felt a little emotional about how difficult it is for children nowadays. She started making up classes in the first year of high school. It was really hard.

I looked at the time again, it was one o'clock in the afternoon, and there was nothing to do anyway.

He stretched, then put on his off-white coat, breathed a sigh of relief, stamped his feet, and finally put his shoes on.

"Senior, do you want to go out too?"

"Stop talking about this unnecessary nonsense. I have already told you that I have to work part-time. Please be considerate of our low-level voice actors' part-time life."

Mr. Qianyuan used his fingers to smooth out the somewhat messy hair on his junior's head, and couldn't help laughing when he saw her wary eyes about lolicon.

"Unless you turn into a ship girl with four torpedoes hidden under her skirt, I won't have any physical evil thoughts towards you."

"Eh?"

"Little classmate Shuicang, do you think you will be more perfect and beautiful than the Paper Man?" He brought up the Kanji game interface and shook his finger.

"It seems unlikely." Yui Mizukura nodded.

Mr. Qianyuan threw a fruit candy that had just come from the table and stuffed it into her hand. He looked down at the surprised look on her face and smiled, without saying anything more.

Finally, he turned around and said goodbye to the people in the room.

"Hirata, I'm leaving. You can take care of dinner by yourself."

"Okay, okay, my Qianyuan mother."

"As for Zhutatsu... forget it, you are more mature than Hirata."

"It means that I am the youngest than a middle-aged man in his thirties!"

Mr. Qianyuan turned his head and gave her a very subtle smile.

Looking at his eyes, Zhuda Caimiao seemed to be able to read a kind of sympathy in it.

A kind of pity for the older girl who is incompetent in housekeeping.

"Looking at your expression makes me feel angry!"

She was so angry that she gritted her teeth, then turned around and said, "Pingtian, I ran away too."

"So early?"

"I'm not like you. This beautiful girl has social needs." Miss Zhuda hummed.

After that, he picked up the animation script that he originally planned to take to the office to read, although he hasn't read a word of it today.

Along with the previously printed copy of "Sword Art Online", he stuffed it into Qianyuan's arms.

"You have pockets inside." She picked up the thick cotton jacket and said as she put it on, "I didn't bring a bag, so I gave it all to you."

"Fine."

Mr. Qianyuan had nothing to say to such lazy people. Anyway, he was always the one who kept the secret. He silently stuffed all the documents into the inner pocket of his coat, one on each side, one on the left and one on the right.

Then he took the two girls and gave a final hello to the manager who was still sitting at his desk playing games.

"See you tomorrow."

…

Shuicang's cram school is not very far from here, you can easily get there by walking.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun finally shone down and it became a little warmer.

Zhuda Caimiao originally had the scarf wrapped around her neck, but now she felt a little pain from being pricked on her neck, so she took it off not long after she left the office.

The two older brothers and older sisters waved to their junior, sending her to her destination.

"Mizukura-san, goodbye."

"Well, goodbye, senior."

"Try to work hard and become a top student like me. Don't imitate the talentless and moralless guy next to you with an expired high school diploma. Well..."

"Stop talking nonsense, see you Shuicang-san tomorrow."

Mr. Qianyuan's "Persuasion to Learn" was eventually interrupted by someone's foot.

After saying goodbye to their juniors, Mr. Qianyuan, who was both talented and handsome, and Miss Caimiao, who was neither talented nor moral, started wandering around this street inexplicably.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and it was hard to believe that the cold wind this morning could still make Mr. Qianhara shiver and make his cheeks hurt.

He sniffed and threw the tissue into the trash can.

He took a sip of the can of Coke that had just come out of the vending machine and asked, "Why are you running out if you're not sitting in the lounge?"

Zhu Dacai hummed twice: "There are only two of us, and the other one is a middle-aged Internet addict. It's very boring!"

"Then you can watch Japanese dramas to pass the time."

"Forget it, I only watch Japanese dramas to make social topics. I really don't like them that much."

Taketatsu Aya-meow said quietly: "After all, there is a character next to me who can guest star in idol dramas without dressing up. Although he is very disdainful in his heart, his outward appearance is very Asasi, which directly led to my resistance to the handsome guy Johnny Pond Noodles.

Straight up."

"I even doubt that one day I will be able to post your photos for social chatting."

Mr. Qianyuan took out his mobile phone and started looking at it for a few seconds. Then a serious and pensive look appeared on his face, as if he had discovered a treasure. Then he suddenly understood, nodded to himself, and smiled softly, thinking it was wonderful.

.

"If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have realized how handsome I am."

He said proudly, his tone at this time somewhat carrying the pride that a young man should have.

"Haha, it's a pity that it's not as good as Kimura Takuya." Taketatsu Aya-meow smiled contemptuously.

"It's just a different style." Mr. Qianyuan waved his hand and said, "I am similar to Shen Xiaohai's handsomeness, more quiet and quiet, not like the sunny and cheerful Mr. Kimura when he was young."

"But in the final analysis, it still belongs to the same level of specifications."

"It's so shameless..." Zhuda Caimiao nodded helplessly.

Then the girl lowered her head, took out her phone, and clicked on the recording function.

"Can you please say it again? I'm going to tweet to all my fans and friends to hear my dear colleague's provocation to fellow male compatriots who are confident and aloof."

"That's not necessary."

"Just tell me, I'm ready to help you take the exam, Kirito."

"No, I think there's a good chance I won't be able to get in."

Mr. Qianyuan shook his head and apologized for refusing.

"After being away from the main role on the set for such a long time, it's hard to get back in shape..." he sighed helplessly, "not to mention the thought that the salary for starring in one episode is so small, I have no idea."

"Maybe the money spent on buying the original novel will account for half of my salary. In the end, the author and the publisher will get all the kickbacks."

Zhuda Caimiao was stunned and speechless, as if she had never heard of this idea before, "Do you only think about money? Can you let me feel your love for the second dimension and the animation world?"

"Isn't work just for money?" Qianyuan looked at her in surprise and said, "Is it true that some people become voice actors because they love cartoons?"

"Some, some."

Zhutatsu Aimao thought for a while and said, "I used to work as a voice actor for LM's morning star, who joined the company a year later than me. He only came to work as a voice actor to dub animations."

"I've heard of a very rich eldest lady, right? Rumor has it that her family already controls the whole of Japan."

Mr. Qianyuan has many family treasures. It is said that the descendants of the Qin family, the old Chinese people of the White Bird Era, have ancestral shrines that straddle the two political circles of the chaebol.

"It's too much. After all, it's just a joke online." Zhuda Caimiao looked a little helpless.

"There is also Sakura Suzune, the one you said you met before."

"Good guy, Sakura-san is a rich man who can cover my expenses for a month with one meal. That day I almost knelt down and wished she could take care of me, even if she was a cow or a horse."

Mr. Qianyuan recalled the pain of being a waiter in a Western restaurant and couldn't help but sob.

"Why do you think these people who use love to generate electricity are all wealthy and powerful families?"

"There are also people who have no money..." Zhuda Caimiao pointed at herself.

"Then how much do you get for one episode of animation?"

"Eighteen thousand."

"Although I only spoke a few words as a passerby in one episode, it only cost 8,000 yuan. I didn't expect to get another meal after eating the last meal." The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Mr. Qianyuan couldn't help but shudder, "You can take this role with just a supporting role."

Most of the scenes are eaten from beginning to end, and a full man doesn’t know how hungry he is.”

After saying this, Mr. Qianyuan put the finished Coke can on the ground and stepped on it until it was flattened. After venting his anger, he was willing to throw it into the trash can.

Oops, my back molar hurts a little.

"Don't say it's so good, okay?" Miss Cai Miao couldn't help but sigh.
To be continued...