January 16th, cloudy.

A few days ago, Qianyuan received a call from her manager and was reminded repeatedly that she had to dress better during the audition. Of course, it seemed that just wearing a white shirt would be a good idea.

The time Hirata called him was probably after lunch yesterday.

At that time, he happened to be busy going out to work, so Hirata asked Zhuda Caimiao to bring another document back.

What kind of audition script a voice actor can get depends on how the supervisor gives it.

The most common thing is that everyone has a unified format, which contains the content of the previous episodes.

The notebook Qianyuan got before and the one in Miss Caimiao's hand are all in this format.

But that doesn’t matter. It’s an animated work anyway, and the original novel is there, not to mention that Mr. Chihara has a stack on his desk.

Some supervisors have more jumping ideas and unique styles. Although they have a fixed script, they will be temporarily changed when inspiration occurs during the post-production process.

The "script" Mr. Chihara received for the second time was several sheets of paper stapled together.

This book has relatively few words, only an audition script for a single role.

"Why are you always holding a few pieces of paper in a daze, secretly reading love letters behind my back?"

Zhuda Caimiao held the mobile phone in her left hand and snacks in her right hand, and kicked the boy next to the sofa with her feet.

"Don't be crazy. It's just a love letter. It's just a script. I'm going to audition tomorrow. I'm a little nervous."

Qianyuan twisted to the side to make room, and closed the first page of the script.

The book in my hand is quite special, no, it should not be publicized.

Miss Caimiao glanced at him disdainfully, hummed twice, and temporarily turned off the screen of her phone.

"Hirata has already told me that he will come in later and see how others are doing first. Don't be too nervous on the set." The girl thought for a while, "By the way, not only the colleagues, but also the sound supervisor, try to stay there as well.

Make a good impression."

"..."

Qianyuan suddenly said: "Suddenly it feels like our roles have been reversed."

"I can't help it. In terms of life experience, I have more experience." The girl said proudly.

After all, she is the younger sister.

Zhuda Caimiao thought of the noise on the phone at noon and the script that she didn't understand very well. She couldn't help but feel uneasy. She threw her share to the boy next to her and said, "Tell me about this later. I'm always thinking."

It doesn’t work, I don’t understand it very well.”

"Ok, Ok."

Mr. Qianyuan didn't seem to have any reason to refuse the request of the idiot Miss Ayamyo, let alone he didn't want to refuse.

But as a reward, he also got some potato chips.

As she listened, Miss Caimiao seemed to think of something, and she laughed out loud for no reason.

"If I win then, I will have a story to tell in the future."

Mr. Chihara knew what she was going to perform.

He cleared his throat, straightened up and sat cross-legged, using the rolled-up script as a microphone, and handed it to her mouth, "May I ask Miss Caimiao, what kind of opportunity did you get the role of [Suguha Kiritani]?"

Woolen cloth?"

Zhuda Caimiao nodded reservedly, pursed her lips slightly, looked upward, and frowned slightly as she recalled when she would be interviewed in the future.

"That day in the dormitory, someone said that his agent introduced him to a role. We were auditioning for animation together, and he asked me to accompany him. Unexpectedly, hahaha..."

This is a joke in the film and television industry. You audition with a friend, the friend fails, and then you get spotted.

The old joke between Stephen Chow and Tony Leung.

It also temporarily relaxes someone's tight strings.

"Qianyuan, don't fail, I have to take the exam for 'sister'."

"I think if you raise the flag after telling this joke, Zhuda, you must have done it on purpose."

He vigorously ruffled someone's hair that had been arranged not long ago, regardless of her babbling cries of resistance.

"Okay, it's time, I should go."

Qianyuan glanced at the clock above the living room and put on her clothes hurriedly.

"Goodbye then." The messy-haired Zhuda Caimiao waved her little hand full of potato chip powder.

"See you."

Qianyuan just stepped into her shoes when she suddenly thought of something and looked up at her: "By the way, is your audition in the afternoon?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"I don't have time to make lunch, so remember to eat it outside."

"Okay, okay, I can't forget it."

Zhuda Caimiao nodded vigorously.

After the door was slammed shut, the girl went to the balcony to take a look until she was sure that someone was really gone this time.

With a cheer, she threw off her slippers, and her little feet stepped freely on the smooth floor tiles. After turning on the air conditioner, she didn't feel too cold. She softly hummed a Showa song and took out a pack of soba noodles from the small box next to the refrigerator.

.

Just because of a guy who was obsessed with reading the desk book early in the morning, the lovely Miss Caimiao didn't even have breakfast today.

But after thinking about it, I picked up my phone and sent a reminder text message.

Speaking of which, line is still good in this way. When you read it, it will show "read". If you send "are you there", you can really know whether the other party has read it.

The girl nodded slightly.

I shouted and remembered to have breakfast. Sister Caimiao, you are considered to be the most benevolent and righteous person.

Then he turned on the gas stove.

…

The audition place was in the west of Tokyo, in the Yoyogi area of ​​Shibuya, which was quite far away.

I just sat on the tram for most of the day and walked for half a day, and I was really tired.

Mr. Chihara stuffed the fried noodles bread into his mouth and threw the Coke can in his hand into the trash can.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the sun-drenched ground. He was very satisfied with the clothes he chose to go out today. They were neither cold nor hot, just right.

"I always feel like a bald head will pop out of the Xitian Building, take my hand and say, 'You are destined to the West', a famous saying that is comparable to 'Fellow Taoist, please stay.'"

Glancing at the social beasts walking next to him on the same street as him, he couldn't help but sigh. Japanese social beast groups wear black and white-collar work clothes all year round. How can this group of people tolerate it?

Following the prompts from the front desk lady at the door, he slowly walked into the elevator. Such a narrow space could be packed with people.

There were a bunch of people around who were holding scripts in their hands and laughing at each other. Everyone knew what they were doing.

But can we not do the handshake in the elevator? It’s so crowded!

In the physical sense, he stepped on the front foot and then the back foot. After walking out of the elevator, Mr. Chihara took a breath of fresh air outside.

There is always a tense atmosphere in the recording studio at the audition.

Mr. Qianyuan stood on tiptoe and glanced into the next room. Inside, the voice actors who started in their thirties were dancing and gesticulating, and they could barely see their lips moving up and down.

Taking the mineral water handed over by the person next to him, he took a sip, closed the lid, then took out the notebook from his clothes and put it on his lap.

Sitting on the bench, he looked around at the men around him who were exchanging feelings with fake smiles, feeling quite emotional.

"Being silent is not necessarily a bad thing. It may make you more sincere, and people who are good at dancing may not be really well-connected." He thought for a while and continued, "But it would be a bit outrageous to start intrigues here..."

"It seems that if you can overwhelm the opponent with a few words of dialogue, you will get the role."

"This idea is a bit outrageous."

After all, the profession of voice actors relies on their ability to make a living.

"It makes sense."

Shimada Nobunaga, who handed him the water, clapped his hands repeatedly and deliberately lowered his voice. After all, it was a public place.

Today's audition is for male roles. Nobunaga, who travels to major studios all year round, will never be absent, so Mr. Chihara is lucky enough to see him again, but unfortunately he didn't bring any snacks or candies today.

Shimada Nobunaga wholeheartedly agreed with this point of view, so before every audition, he would sit in a corner and prepare alone, and finally sharpen his guns, and then pop the champagne when he got the role.

There are three people sitting on this bench, and the third unknown man is still looking down at the script alone. It seems that he is alone when he is talking to Qianyuan.

Besides, after a few more roles, it's almost my turn, so I don't have much time to talk nonsense.

The two of them tacitly appreciated the gradually thinning crowd and no longer engaged in cumbersome social interactions.

Especially the way men who were full of confidence before now walked out of the room dejected one by one, really makes people feel the cruelty of the world of voice actors.

There is something special about having this sad and despairing lunchtime snack as a pre-dinner snack.

I just hope I don't become one of them.

The time was getting closer and closer to the pilot clock, and the crowd was surging. Qianyuan also patted his knees and stood up. Just as he was about to wave goodbye, he saw another unfamiliar man beside him standing up and looking at him in surprise.

"Testing for the leading role?"

"Hero."
Chapter completed!