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Actually... this sentence from the top talent was truly simple.
Don't overthink it.
Gu Sheng silently told herself.
The supermarket door suddenly slid open.
Two customers came in, and Dong Yiru hurriedly put away her phone, putting on a serious, hardworking demeanor. Gu Sheng's hand was in her pants pocket, flipping her phone over and over, feeling extremely restless, not knowing what the top talent had actually sent her.
Gu Sheng, stay calm...
The top talent is Perfect's top talent, a celebrity who has long since transitioned to commercial voice acting.
Gu Sheng, stay calm...
He actually didn't say anything, and besides, even if he did, it has nothing to do with you.
Phew, it's impossible to stay calm at all...
Indeed, you shouldn't interact too much with people who have an aura; even someone like her, who is only semi-involved in the two-dimensional world, is starting to feel a flutter of a maiden's heart... wild thoughts running through her mind... She took out her phone and unconsciously tapped it lightly on the counter. With her heart in turmoil like this, she served over a dozen customers before her dad finally returned from his meal to take over.
She hastily handed over the shift, saying she was hungry as she rushed out of the supermarket.
By the glass window, she immediately picked up her phone and opened the voice message from the top talent.
"I just finished a thirty-six-hour shift. I'll probably sleep until around one in the morning," the top talent's voice was thick with exhaustion, his tone low, as if casually speaking to her, "If there's anything, just leave a message. I'll see it when I wake up."
He didn't speak quickly, just fourteen seconds exactly.
Then, the voice message ended.
"Gu Sheng?" someone suddenly leaned over, "Why aren't you leaving yet? Not hungry?"
Gu Sheng was startled and instinctively stuffed her phone into her jacket pocket: "Looking for my bike keys..."
Thank goodness... it was on speaker mode just now.
But her heart was still racing, afraid of being discovered by this die-hard fan of the genuine top talent.
She silently decided that from now on, she must make it a habit to wear headphones, absolutely! Without fail!...
"Here," Dong Yiru picked it up from the ground with a smile, "You must have dropped it when you took out your phone. Gu Sheng, your face... hmm, it's very red~" After saying this, she gave Gu Sheng a meaningful look.
Gu Sheng played dumb with an "ah," casually brushed it off with a few words, and rode off on her bike.
Back home, she took out the still-warm meal while opening Weibo.
In just over an hour, the reposts had already exceeded 2,000, the comments were almost equal, and there were dozens of private messages... Needless to say, they were all similar to Dong Yiru's remarks. Silently, she decisively chose the latter between officially replying with a "Thank you, sir" or playing dead until the end of time.
Then... she disabled comments on her Weibo.
Sigh.
She truly could foresee that within this circle, for a long time, she would be the subject of all sorts of sarcastic remarks.
She quietly recalled the origin of this whole thing—it was just one morning when she heard Qiang Qingci's voice in her room, then mentioned Perfect Dubbing Group and the top talent to Geng Xiaoxing... and then, as if stepping in dog poop, they started collaborating... In just two months, spanning a New Year's holiday and a winter break, she had already latched onto a bunch of big shots...
Gu Sheng silently took a bite of chicken leg.
Thinking of the top talent's words, once you turn off the computer, the two-dimensional world is nothing...
Yeah, nothing at all...
Top talent... you wouldn't be deliberately setting the stage with those words before deciding to promote me, would you??She continued nibbling on her chicken leg, closing all the private messages from unfamiliar people one by one. As for her good buddies, she only hastily replied with a few smiley faces. In the end, it was the Voice Club’s Shezhang who, with remarkable calm, left her a message: "Don’t think just because you’ve hooked up with the top talent, you can skip paying your debts. Tonight, you must give me 'Ode to the Heir'—remember! Fake male voice!"
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Gu Sheng was miserable. What kind of taste was this?! What kind of taste!
If you want a male voice, if you want a man’s voice, just go find a man to sing it, okay? T T
With her mood like this tonight, her voice was bound to be shaky—how could she fake the voice of a dashing young master? She might even end up sounding like a creepy little boy… Especially… having to sing it out loud…
Gu Sheng: Shezhang, why don’t you find a man instead?
Voice Club Shezhang: The organization needs you! Sheng Sheng Man!
Gu Sheng: …
Voice Club Shezhang: I’ll have Zoudiao’er sing a duet with you! One dominant, one submissive!
Gu Sheng: …
Voice Club Shezhang: You’ll be the dominant one!
Gu Sheng: …
Even though she still had thirty or forty songs’ worth of debts in her inbox, this was her own club’s debt—there was no escaping it.
She tidied up and got started, listening to the backing track in her room, practicing, practicing, practicing… Such a difficult and voice-destroying tone, and she had to be the dominant one… She stumbled over her words countless times, struggling until late at night before finally submitting the raw audio. Her voice was already hoarse by then. After sending the email, she privately messaged Shezhang. Checking the time, it was almost half past twelve.
The soundproofing at home was pretty good—should she pay off another… debt?
She cleared her throat, feeling it was hopeless.
Just as she was idling around, wide awake, another private message suddenly arrived.
She thought it was Shezhang, but unexpectedly… it was the top talent.
Qiang Qingci: Hmm. Awake.
Looking at these three words, she inexplicably felt… guilty.
After thinking for a long time, she finally replied.
Gu Sheng: Thirty-six hours of overtime must be exhausting, right? Would you like to drink some water and go back to sleep, sir?
Qiang Qingci: Hmm. Checking emails.
…
Was the top talent saying he was busy?
Just as Gu Sheng was considering whether to continue disturbing him, Qiang Qingci had already replied: Busy?
Gu Sheng: Shaking head, just free now. Just submitted a song.
Qiang Qingci: Oh? What song?
Gu Sheng: …A fake male voice version of 'Ode to the Heir'…
Qiang Qingci: Laughs.
Gu Sheng: …
A few seconds later, he sent over a long passage.
Qiang Qingci: "Drunk, I lie upon a beauty’s knee; awake, I hold the power of the world? Wine doesn’t intoxicate—people intoxicate themselves, beneath warm quilts and lotus-patterned covers? Is it a sin to embrace left and right, stirring countless hearts until weary, weary, weary?"
Gu Sheng silently stared at the screen. Sir, you’re too good at picking—the most flirtatious lines of the entire song were all here…
At this moment, in the deep silence of the night, just looking at a line of text, she could already imagine the top talent’s spoken voice! Especially since she had just spent hours recording, memorizing even the background sounds perfectly…
It was just… too vivid. T T.
She replied hesitantly: Yeah… that’s the one.
Qiang Qingci: The lyrics are quite interesting. Just looked them up on Baidu.
Gu Sheng: Yeah, they’re quite interesting. O(∩_∩)O haha~
She cleared her throat—it was still very hoarse.
Unexpectedly, the next second, Qiang Qingci replied like this:
Next time, don’t fake it. It ruins your voice.
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Gu Sheng stared blankly at the screen.
Sir… that thing you said… about liking my voice…
You weren’t… serious, were you…
Author’s Note: Why haven’t we gotten to the food yet… Top talent, top talent~ Please leave comments, reposts, follows… covers face and runs away
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