Qianyuan was stunned for a moment, neither agreeing nor rejecting.

Instead he smiled.

Smiling very calmly.

His pair of outstanding, beautiful, melancholy eyes blinked again, and he spoke earnestly and sincerely: "It's better to do these things by yourself. Only when you write them down can you remember them."

"It's not too late. I've heard about the skill of the Taketatsu Aimeo in there. It's very likely that I'll have to re-record it a few times. Shimada-kun can't imitate that laziness."

"Just imagine if you do this again and again and ask for help, how will you be able to stay in the seiyuu career for a long time in the future?"

After asking this question, he looked at Nobunaga.

His words are very convincing, and he is also good-looking.

However, what is even more beautiful are his eyes.

His eyes are probably more convincing than his words.

Now, these eyes are staring at Mr. Nobunaga, waiting for his reply.

There are some people in the world, no matter what kind of request they make of you, it is difficult to refuse.

Shimada Nobunaga was stunned for a moment: "Qianhara-kun, don't you consider my conditions at all?"

"Just add sugar below."

After that, he put forward a small box with high-end packaging and put it aside.

The young man shook his head helplessly and asked, "Do you think I can finish my meal this time?"

Shimada Nobunaga was shocked: "Didn't you chew the whole bag clean? Why can't you finish it?"

"But if you eat any more, your tooth will hurt." Qianyuan shook his head and stuffed the remaining untouched bag into the inner pocket of his coat.

He tapped the text on the other person's leg lightly with his fingers, telling him to spread out quickly.

"I'll read it to you once, and you can try to understand where there are shortcomings and where you can learn." A pair of warm hands handed the pen to his hand.

Very good, very good.

Shimada Nobunaga's smile was even brighter and brighter.

"Speaking of which, in your opinion, what kind of character is this?" Qianyuan raised his eyes and looked at the other person's surprised eyes and asked.

student?

Shimada Nobunaga shook his head. Although he could only tell this from the brief "Student B" codename, he knew that the person next to him must not be asking such an idiotic question.

"Are you going to give him a character?" he hesitated.

"Bingo!"

Mr. Qianyuan snapped his fingers, but when he saw the murderous eyes around him, he shrank his head and made an apology gesture in embarrassment.

Then he lowered his voice and said: "Helping him envision a character background in advance is the fastest way to understand him and embody him."

"Life experiences create different personalities of individuals, whether they are escaping or suppressing. If the same person takes different paths, the changes will be different."

"Of course, the tone of voice is also different."

"The easiest thing in dubbing is to put yourself in his situation and imagine what would happen if you were yourself."

What a rare piece of experience.

Shimada Nobunaga couldn't help but write down in the blank spaces of his script.

It's a pity that when he said this, Mr. Qianyuan paused, looked at someone's whole body, and clicked his tongue regretfully: "I guess you haven't experienced the experience of grabbing lunches, so you can't imagine what a poor family is like."

The man in front of him actually nodded in agreement.

He was a little surprised by this man's honesty.

However, the attribute of honesty cannot affect the performance of professional skills.

【That's mine...my...】

Mr. Qianyuan thought for a while and thought that this line could be interpreted in two directions. One could be interpreted as the grief and anger of a poor child after failing to grab lunch, and the other could be understood as the loss of the challenger who failed.

Since the former is not suitable for this rich young master, you can also consider the latter route, but it is always good to talk about both. Who knows what the supervisory brain circuit is like. If he doesn't like it, he can always come up with it.

Let’s show off some other ones.

Qianyuan reminded him to continue taking notes.

"The latter can be associated with the feeling of losing when playing games, the kind of grinding teeth after trying so hard to push to the opposite tower, only to be defeated by the pig-nosed teammates, or the fierce battle in the King of Fighters Arena in the arcade city and finally being defeated by ninety

The grief and indignation caused by the powerful magnetic field..."

At this point, he finally finished speaking.

"In short, these are two schools of acting. The former, the experiential school, requires people to be in the scene of the script and personally participate in it; the latter is the expressionist approach, but the method I am talking about is more sophisticated and only uses similar things in life.

experience to make contact.”

"This is my experience summary. I think it is simple and clear. People who understand can understand it as soon as they hear it. I hope Mr. Shimada understands and gives me a round of applause..."

Mr. Qianyuan raised his neck and took a sip of cheap mineral water, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and smiled so casually.

"Excellent, excellent." Shimada nodded.

Finally, make two understatements and close the cover.

It seemed that he had learned all the truth. Mr. Nobunaga couldn't wait to look behind the glass, wishing he could kick out the girl who was still recording inside and get on the mic to try it out for himself.

Then Mr. Nobunaga's thoughts began to wander. With his great acting skills, he will personally taste the intoxicating taste of harem drama, and embrace one after another in the two-dimensional animation under the envious and jealous eyes of the otakus.

A girl can take a sip of mua from time to time.

What a wonderful life it is, it’s great, I can’t wait to start voicing the lines for the first episode!

"What are you thinking about?" Mr. Qianyuan threw the tissue to him with some disgust, indicating to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

He is obviously a handsome guy with a very refreshing appearance, but why is he so virtuous now?

Recalling that Miss Caimiao, who is opposite her, seemed to be doing one thing in front of others and another in front of others, Qianyuan couldn't help but sigh:

People in Tokyo are really different from what they appear to be.

Shimada Nobunaga came back to his senses and smiled sheepishly, "I'm just so happy thinking about the happy life of becoming an anime hero and living with a beautiful girl in the future."

"You haven't even scratched the surface of your eight characters. How can you think so far?"

Mr. Qianyuan reluctantly patted the young man on the shoulder, handed over the mineral water in his hand, and suggested that he sober up first.

"People always have to dream..."

Mr. Nobunaga showed a decent smile, and the candy gift box in his hand was very eye-catching.

The girl who was still talking and re-recording several times finally finished her work, bowed slightly towards the supervisor and the mixer, and slowly walked out of the recording room.

The staff at the door nodded to her to say goodbye, and then shouted toward the door.

"Next, Shimada Nobunaga!"

"Sorry, sorry, I should go in." Nobunaga scratched his head and raised his chin to signal to Qianyuan with some embarrassment.

"Remember to behave well."

The boy glanced at the time, said goodbye politely, and was about to stand up and leave.

"My character only has two sentences. Otherwise, when the recording ends, I'll treat you to a meal." Shimada Nobunaga said tentatively.

Mr. Qianyuan sighed lightly and refused: "Let's talk about it next time. I have something else to do today..."

He tapped his cell phone and reminded the internet-obsessed president in the office to remember to have dinner at half past eleven.

"Then that's it for today. If we are destined, we should be able to meet again next time."

Mr. Chihara walked to the door and waved to him.

By the way, I would like to remind you that the working team in the recording room could not wait any longer, so Shimada Nobunaga rushed inside in a hurry.

Looking at the rich and handsome guy inside who was apologizing in a lowly manner, the young man couldn't hold back his cheeks.

"Pfft——"

"What are you doing!"

Walking on the street, Aya Taketatsu looked at the handsome Tokyo guy beside her who suddenly laughed, and couldn't help but ask.

"I just thought of happy things...fufufu..."

"Go and get treatment if you are sick!" Miss Cai Miao rolled her eyes at the people around her angrily.

For such an unlovable woman, Mr. Qianyuan, who had just calmed down his emotions, could only snort coldly.

"I missed a lunch because of someone else. Could you please Miss Caimiao and reimburse me?"

"Huh? It's none of my business."

Zhuda Caimiao turned around and tilted her head.

Mr. Qianyuan, who was sweating outside, took out the remaining bag of candy from his inner pocket, threw it into someone's arms, and asked impatiently:

"Stop talking nonsense, which place should I have lunch with, or Salia?"
Chapter completed!