Before entering the door, Yui Mizukura took a special look at her clothes to make sure they were neat and tidy. Finally, she trimmed her bangs and hairstyle, and adjusted her perfect smile.

He knocked lightly on the door and then poked his head in.

"Good morning."

Today's office is as calm as usual.

The president is still wearing headphones and typing on the keyboard, seemingly restraining his desire for a microphone.

The old-timer Zhuda Caimiao on the sofa is holding a thick notebook in his hand, drawing circles with a pen in his hand, and writing and writing, looking quite serious.

Mizukura Yui consciously took off the thick cold-resistant heavy armor her parents ordered her to wear, twisted her neck unnaturally, and then carefully hung a pair on a hanger at the door, replacing it with the one that Mr. Chihara had specially placed before leaving yesterday.

slippers.

She timidly sat on the sofa, took out her animation script from her bag, and pretended to read it.

It is indeed a pretense.

Because Ms. Taketatsu Aimiao couldn't think that she was studying the script carefully after looking at the script for a few seconds and then secretly glancing at herself.

"Shui Cang-san, are you also a lily?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"No, it's not!" Shuicang hurriedly waved his hands to deny.

"No, it's such a pity. It's so cute and it suits my taste..." Zhuda seemed to be very regretful.

"Um?"

Mizukura-san suddenly felt that this place was very dangerous.

Although Ms. Caimiao later explained very seriously that she was really just joking just now, and she was just imitating a friend Sakura who she met in the lm office next door.

But Yui Mizukura still secretly looked at Miss Ayameow with strange eyes.

"I regret it." Zhuda Caimiao sighed, "Why is it that even though Qianyuan touched your hair, he was still able to avoid the category of lust in your heart, while I was treated differently by the little girl just for joking?

"

She was very dissatisfied with the different treatment of younger sisters.

Mizukura Yui thought for a while before replying: "Probably, Qianhara-senpai has that indifferent temperament all over his body. It's hard to believe that such a person has any thoughts."

Zhuda Caimiao thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

It felt like nothing mattered. Except for eating and sleeping, there seemed to be nothing to care about. Even the bickering was done until the point was reached and stopped whenever I wanted to.

This is neither a positive indifference to bad things nor a negative indifference to good things.

It's more like a kind of leisure, not caring about anything, just thinking about living a peaceful life, and taking one day at a time.

Taketatsu Aimiao lamented why the whole person, even the way Asasi behaved, was that of a middle-aged and elderly man, without the slightest bit of Japanese drama-style coolness.

It is really difficult to find the shadow of a young man in him.

There seems to be one exception, but it has nothing to do with Miss Caimiao.

That encounter with Sakura-san was a rare moment when he showed his true nature.

After all, people will inevitably feel happy when they recall their gaming days.

It's just a pity that this rare happy time is now only a stormy dump truck charge, and there is no interest in having fun at all.

As a result, Mr. Chihara no longer even wants to play games.

"By the way, where did Senhara-senpai go?" Yui Mizukura looked around, but couldn't seem to see the figure busy in the office.

As soon as he mentioned him, Zhuda Caimiao felt a dull pain in his stomach because he had not eaten breakfast today. His smile faded and he snorted in displeasure.

She said bitterly: "He, he went to record today, and he is another nameless passerby."

"A passerby?" Shuicang Yui was a little surprised.

Caimiao sighed and replied: "Yes, a passerby."

At this point, manager Hirata also nodded regretfully.

…

For someone as talented as Mr. Qianyuan, it may be a grievance for him to be a sidekick, although he doesn't care.

I even feel lucky to have food to eat, and I seem to have surpassed 99% of people because of Hirata.

After all, if they don’t have connections in this circle, most people won’t even get a part in a good animation.

If you check carefully, you can even find that in cartoons produced with a lot of money, every character in the cartoon is a person from a big-name firm in the industry, and the show is basically booked by the bosses.

This industry looks glamorous, but people outside don't see those who can't get jobs. They can only try to submit resumes during the day, go to the cheap animation team to audition for passerby roles, and work in convenience stores at night. They wear many hats.

A voice actor who can barely support himself through his profession.

However, Mr. Qianyuan is still lucky. After all, his savings have increased a lot after selling the house. After the tuition fee of 500,000 yuan a year is covered by the scholarship of 800,000 yuan next year, he will still have a balance of 300,000 yuan.

He was able to make a good living, so his part-time job was more like making a living.

It’s not like the voice actor Makoto Matsuda, the protagonist of this anime, usually only sleeps three hours a day and works the rest of the time.

The cartoon we recorded today is called "The Pet Girl of Sakurasou". The name sounds very cute.

There were relatively few people in the recording studio, and not many people were crowded into the seats in the rest room outside.

So after finishing his Coke, Mr. Qianyuan threw the can in his hand into the trash can, held his notebook and chose an empty seat to sit down.

He seldom read the script for the passerby role carefully. Anyway, there were just a few sentences and there was no need to study too much.

His mood is simple, he is either average, or dull, or he is a common gangster character on campus.

Carefully try to figure out the psychological activities of the characters?

No need, just staying on the surface is enough.

Whether it's acting skills or not, or explosive power, those are things that only the protagonists need to consider, and have nothing to do with the passers-by.

To be clear, even the voice and timbre should be mediocre and good. If you are too eye-catching, you will lose the limelight of the protagonists, steal the show, and suddenly attract the audience's attention to you, ruining the viewing experience.

There is no way, the world of Passerby's Corner is so cruel, even having a nice voice may be a sin.

"Kamiizusa-kun, I like you, can you please go out with me? (Sincere first love confession tone)"

"Ah...is this...(disappointment, hesitation, reluctance)"

"I will never give up, I must make you fall in love with me! (Perseverance, determination)"

It's a very common scene where a passerby confesses to a female character, even the lines seem to have been directly copied.

Mr. Qianyuan casually drew a few strokes on it to mark it, plus marks for rising and falling tones and pauses. He read it softly a few times. When he was satisfied, he put the pen cap back in his coat pocket.

Yes, he was still wearing that coat even in the air-conditioned room. He originally thought that after recording, he would just try out a few more voices, wait for the supervisor to say he was satisfied, and then run away, so as not to have to take off and put on again and again.

trouble.

Unfortunately, it seems a bit taken for granted now.

The heating in the room seemed to be turned on a little too high. At least Mr. Qianyuan was reluctant to turn it on at home. Even when Miss Caimiao was present last night, he didn't turn it on so high.

30℃? These people don’t take their health seriously, do they?

So with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, he could only choose to take off his clothes temporarily, but the item underneath was neither a sweater nor underwear.

It's a white cotton shirt.

However, there seems to be no place to put the coat that I just took off.

The chairs in the rest room are horizontal benches with no backrests or armrests, and there are no clothes hangers in the room.

So he could only choose to temporarily fold the coat in half and place it on his legs.

To be honest, it's a bit like the anti-glare cloth used by girls.

"If you don't mind it, you can put it here with me."

Suddenly, the girl appeared next to him and touched him, who was at a loss. She patted the white bag next to him to indicate that he could cover it.

Qianyuan's eyes wandered, and he was a little hesitant. After all, he had never seen this woman before.

His throat rolled and he moved his lips slightly. No sound came out at first, but after a while there was finally movement:

"Okay, thank you."

Qianyuan slowly turned sideways and covered her clothes.

The girl looked at his somewhat stiff movements and said with a smile: "There's no need to be too nervous. In fact, it's just like in the animation. Let's treat him as acquaintances for the time being and get familiar with him in advance to avoid mistakes later."

Same as animation?

He frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh yes, I haven't introduced myself yet."

It dawned on her.

The girl gently stretched out her palm, her brows relaxed, and her tone was sunny: "The grass in the well is fragrant, and the yarn is woven in the morning."

"Nice to meet you, classmate who failed to confess."

The big boy named Qianyuan swallowed his saliva and touched the white palm with some hesitation and unnaturalness.

"Passenger character, Qianyuan."
Chapter completed!