"We still need to do some debugging work. You can go to the rest room to sit for a while and read the manuscript and communicate with your partner in advance."

The producer of this program personally shook hands with Mr. Chihara and said that he looked like a "single president with enhanced power", with gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, suits and leather shoes, and a mechanical wrist.

It's just that what this person has is a really high-end product, and the gold watch on a certain president's hand is sprayed with the gold paint used in Gundam.

He bowed for the last time and said politely: "Qianyuan-kun, I'm sorry to trouble you for this radio program."

The most beautiful boy in Tokyo showed a charming business smile and responded: "Anywhere, it's just a matter of hanging out."

In most people's minds, broadcasting seems to be associated with some small box or the bright screen in the car.

When he was a child, he was lucky enough to see a radio. It was at his grandfather's house in his hometown. He remembers that he was very shocked when he heard people talking from the small black box. Later, he almost forgot everything he listened to with it.

Well, maybe Shan Xiongxin, Qin Qiong and Qin Shubao are the only names that have some impression.

As for the later in-car radio, I used to chat with my close friends in the taxi. After I got to work, the only thing left during the drive was the morning news broadcast, and at most other times it was switched to the music station.

No one knows what it will be like in another ten years.

Japan's broadcasting industry is also having a hard time. The original professional announcers have also suffered from the impact of the Internet and the smartphone era. The original listeners have also realized that "listening to the radio when you have time is worse than surfing the Internet." Chatting, watching pornographic pictures, listening to songs and watching Japanese dramas Movie.

Fortunately, the broadcast industry in the voice actor industry has enjoyed a second spring after the sudden blow to the traditional broadcast industry. The existence of the Internet and the unscrupulous and bold behavior of female voice actors have successfully created momentum, style and popularity in the public sphere.

After all, although the Japanese look down on otakus, they are just Japanese otakus who live at home and are ineffective. They are still interested in things like animation, and it is indeed interesting to watch the people behind the characters chatting and making jokes.

The same is true for voice actors. You can get paid just for chatting, which is so exciting.

Mr. Qianyuan, where has he ever experienced such joy!

As a result, just when he was gearing up to do something big and leave an unforgettable memory for the audience, the working team handed him the script for this show.

To put it into practice, it is not allowed to exceed a certain range, and the topic needs to be firmly controlled within a certain range. The same is true for chatting. Even if you are full of dirty talk in private, you can sit in the studio, look down at the script they gave you, and then

Looking up, the staff on the other side of the glass were watching and waiting carefully, taking into account the network delay, to prevent the guests from saying inappropriate things and causing the program to be criticized.

In the end, it's all just acting.

"...acting skills?"

"Yes, acting skills, aren't the people around me like this?"

"But, I am already the leading actor, and I will fall in love with her, get married and have children..."

"Brother, will you do it for me?"

The sister in my mind smiled one last time, stretched out her hand and encouraged: "Use Flame Fist on her!"

Sure enough, Flame Fist is still interesting.

"You need to say that?!"

Stimulated by the strong impact, Qianyuan Na Na said to herself as her mind fell into a storm of memory confusion.

Uchida Mari was silent for a while, and then counted the "Thirty seconds of silence, which can make men extremely guilty" mentioned in the book "Ninety-nine Tips for Dating". The time was almost up, so she lowered her head and said that she had just been raped by someone.

Please repackage the lunch box that a friend knocked over.

"Sorry." Qianyuan lowered his head and confessed.

The girl closed her eyes softly, suppressing her tears, and then bowed down at 90 degrees, "I should say I'm sorry. The food I made was too ugly and not to your liking."

"...No, would you believe me if I said my hands shook accidentally?"

The moment I entered, I was so excited that my whole body trembled, my limbs were at a loss, and my eyes were dizzy.

Maybe from the beginning, I shouldn't have tried other people's lunch box invitations. Even Miss Uchida, who looks dignified and beautiful, turns out to be only as good as the wild boar sister.

"So, is it delicious?"

Mari Uchida asked as if struggling for the last time.

Qianyuan was silent for a moment, and then said seriously and seriously: "No matter whether it tastes good or not, wasting food is always a sin."

After all, he still couldn't say anything against his will.

Unconsciously looking at the rainy scenery outside the window, the man's side face has clear lines, and his clear and bright pupils reflect the world outside the window. There is a sense of silence, tranquility and Zen that others cannot bear to break.

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I had just eaten half full, said hello to the staff, got up, left the table and headed to the studio.

The show still needs to start in a while, and I still need to put on makeup and review a few parts of the script.

This is not a recorded broadcast, but a live broadcast. Counting delays, if there are a few more mistakes, it may turn from making money to losing money.

Qianyuan held a napkin, lowered his head and stepped into the studio door. He glanced around and saw that the junior had not come yet.

The mood became even heavier.

I stayed in my seat dejectedly, feeling uncomfortable all over, especially my buttocks, which had a stinging feeling. Even looking at the scantily clad paper, I felt that the buttocks cushions were too hard, not to mention that I could quietly preview the script in advance.

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"I have been deeply reflecting on it." Qianhara first took out a rolled-up notebook from his back pocket to reduce the weight of the chair, then bowed his head to the girl and admitted his mistake, "You shouldn't be in such a daze."

"Huh?" The girl, whose hands were still wet with water, tilted her head, a little confused.

"It's the feeling that after eating it, a Naihe Bridge suddenly appears in front of you." Qianyuan scratched his head, "It's really inappropriate to have this kind of hallucination when communicating with people, leading to a trance."

The words just fell.

Uchida Mari was stunned by this, with a complex, pensive, absent-minded, and astonished expression on his face, and the memory he had just forgotten resurfaced again.

"How about I record a video myself next time to convey the key points of my cooking skills? Otherwise, I'm afraid that I won't have Yuma to play games with me in the future, and there will be one less person to blame." Qianyuan sighed silently and said calmly.

The new coolie brother he met cannot disappear for no reason. Mr. Qianyuan is still waiting for him to help him carry things in the future.

"I will consider it." The girl's eyes were wandering and her belief was wavering.

Sitting there, even though she was still talking, she was obviously hopeless and her eyes were a little vacant. Until she noticed that the light of the camera opposite had begun to switch on, the girl hurriedly lowered her head and straightened several items on the table.

The moment he lowered his head, he just covered up the haze in his eyes.

"By the way, do you want to eat?"

Following the old rules, the man whose pocket was like a small warehouse once again took out a handful of candies and put them on the table.

The girl hesitated and chose a fruit jelly candy that could be swallowed quickly.

"It's obviously Chihara-senpai's first time doing a radio show, so why aren't you nervous at all?" Uchida Mari sat next to him and asked.

He hesitated: "Can you call me senior again?"

Hearing this, Mari Uchida was stunned for a moment, and then read out word by word:

"...Qianyuan-senpai."

Qianyuan laughed, then turned off the phone again and nodded slightly in return.

"I was a little panicked at first."

But now that I hear the delicate voice of such a lovely junior, I feel very comfortable, especially since this wave of winter activities just now successfully killed the boss at the end of the level, people can't help but sigh that the luck of fortune really works.

After this broadcast, in this mood, let alone doing a broadcast, I can even go and take a swimsuit photo now.

"I have the script in hand. It's written clearly. I'll read it later." Qianyuan shook his hair and continued to narrate in a magnetic voice: "Will the salary be increased when the work is completed?"

The girl shook her head.

"Isn't that enough?"
Chapter completed!