After finishing dinner, she brought over the fruit from the refrigerator, washed what needed washing, cut it up, and casually stuck toothpicks into the pieces. She handed a small plate to Perfect and took a larger plate to Mo Qingcheng's room.
When Gu Sheng entered, he was already sitting at his desktop computer, wearing a headset. Every time he put on his headphones, he had a habit of keeping only the desk lamp on, as if this could immerse him completely in another world, free from distractions.
The warm orange light cast his entire silhouette onto the wall. Quiet and undisturbed.
He looked genuinely handsome with his headphones on...
Gu Sheng silently indulged in a moment of admiration.
At this moment, Mo Qingcheng had already noticed her entering. He glanced sideways at her and then pressed his index finger to his lips, signaling for silence. She nodded, quietly walked over, and placed the plate in front of him.
She pointed to the fruit on the plate, indicating he should eat when he had a moment.
He nodded in acknowledgment.
Gu Sheng casually picked up a strawberry, popped it into her mouth, and sat down on the sofa behind him. She opened his laptop, logged into a secondary account, and entered the YY Room.
Tonight was the day the finalists for the voice-acting competition would be announced. To put it plainly, it was a collective curtain call for all the winners, a final performance. Those who had made it to the end were no longer Little Transparents; many were even popular figures who had been highlights in previous rounds of the competition. Now gathered together, they weren’t just highlights but a whole galaxy of stars.
And he,
tonight, was an observing judge. Yet, as long as the ID "Qiang Qingci" quietly remained in the room, that was enough.
Beneath him, naturally, were thousands of fans and ten moderators, accompanying him without noise or disturbance, quietly listening alongside him.
And she,
as soon as she entered the Two-dimensional world, immediately slipped into the mindset of his die-hard fan.
Her heart raced at the sight of the ID "Qiang Qingci," still feeling like that same Sheng Sheng Man... This feeling... was truly magical.
In her headphones, one of the twelve winning girls was singing. As she listened, she leaned against the armrest of the sofa to reach for a strawberry from the fruit plate. Her hand passed in front of him, and just as she touched one, he noticed. Smiling slightly, he picked out the largest strawberry from the plate and placed it in her palm.
She stuck out her tongue, withdrew her hand, and continued nibbling on it.
After a few bites, the girl finished singing.
She really sang well.
Gu Sheng silently gave her a thumbs-up.
"Congratulations to our Jinxiu Ruhui," the host said with a laugh, transitioning to the next segment. "Now then..."
"Can I confess my feelings to one of the judges?" the girl suddenly interrupted the host.
The host immediately laughed. "Of course you can! I was just wondering why no one had confessed tonight. Was I too serious? Did everyone forget how to throw caution to the wind?"
The girl coughed, sounding a bit embarrassed. "Because Teacher Qiang Qingci only served as a judge for two rounds of the competition, I never had the chance to meet him..."
"That's right, Qiang Qingci is just too busy," the host joked with a hint of complaint. "From the preliminaries to the finals, spanning four months, we only managed to book him for two days. Thankfully, thankfully, he’s here for the final night tonight. Go ahead and confess, girl~ Oh, wait, I remember our Top Talent already has a Little Patron. Better keep it modest, dear~"
From the moment the girl mentioned Qiang Qingci, the public chat had been flooded with messages. No one expected the host to bring up the "Little Patron" in front of tens of thousands of listeners—it was practically inviting chaos..."No, no," even a fairly well-known CV couldn't avoid feeling nervous when mentioning their idol, "it's a very sincere confession, completely without losing any integrity."
The host laughed, signaling for her to continue as she pleased.
Gu Sheng listened, and there were a few seconds of silence in her headset. She quietly glanced at the Top Talent—the one being confessed to was quite calm...
"It's like this... um, first let me ask, Qiang Qingci, are you listening? You haven't gone AFK, right..."
"I'm here." His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, light and calm.
"It's like this, sir. Since I was little, I've loved listening to the radio and always dreamed of becoming a professional broadcaster or voice actor. But due to some twists of fate, I missed the chance to apply to related specialized colleges when entering university, so... I've always felt very regretful," the girl's voice even carried a slight rasp, "Later, a close friend of mine knew about this dream and told me she often listens to audio dramas online. Although they're mostly done by amateurs for fun, there are a few exceptionally talented people who eventually transitioned into commercial voice acting. Honestly, at first I was quite dismissive, thinking these were just attention-seeking things... until my friend played your work for me, and I was completely won over. So what I want to say is: Top Talent, thank you for bringing me into this circle and becoming my goal and inspiration."
Gu Sheng bit into the strawberry in her hand, not continuing to eat for a while.
In reality, the owner of the id Qiang Qingci was sitting right there with his back to her, within reach, yet this name still held immense allure. This name represented the characters he portrayed, the works he recorded—it was the brilliant sunlight for many children who, without formal training, still carried dreams of voice acting.
You can't dismiss those who genuinely love voice acting just because of the messy crowd who are just in it for fun.
These people, perhaps with only a few dozen fans, not as dazzling as the big names, but as long as they have passion, nothing is impossible—like this girl.
She suddenly felt deeply moved.
She understood this feeling, just like when she heard her first ancient style song and was utterly amazed.
That moment of amazement could completely change the course of a person's life.
How many people had he changed?
The number must be quite impressive.
"Thank you, I wish you success," he said with a faint smile, "may you be even more successful than I am."
The gentle yet captivating power successfully penetrated the headset, reaching everyone's ears.
T.T... Is that all...
I was so moved, couldn't you have said a few more words to her?
But then, he's always been like this in public...
When the next person began their performance, she saw Qiang Qingci turn off his microphone on YY Voice Chat and finally knew she could speak. She immediately put down her laptop, leaned on the arm of the sofa, and tapped his shoulder. The person in front of her turned around, took off his headphones, his gaze slightly puzzled.
She looked at him.
She looked at those beautiful big eyes...
Silently reminding herself, this is Mo Qingcheng, not Qiang Qingci...
"I was really moved just now," she still felt her heart full of things she wanted to say, picking up another strawberry and offering it to his lips, "Why didn't you say a few more words?"
Mo Qingcheng smiled, opened his mouth, and bit into the strawberry she offered: "It's a habit. If I say too much, it might not be good for her."She suddenly realized—he was referring to some of his fans who would definitely think the Top talent was showing this girl special favor, which might lead to widespread attacks or something... Or perhaps this girl was pretending to confess her feelings while actually Clutching Thighs?
T.T...
She remembered the poor ID that had been relentlessly bashed: Sheng Sheng Man.
Mo Qingcheng suddenly remembered something. He picked up his phone from the table, wrapped his arm around her from behind, half-encircling her in his embrace, and opened Weibo. The "Comments" section instantly flooded with countless messages, mostly... confessions, all kinds of confessions—subtle, intense, gentle, straightforward... "I usually don't accept @ mentions from strangers, only from friends. Private messages are also disabled. This comments section seems to be a new feature. Look, I always receive these," he explained softly. "I used to think that if I had a girlfriend, she'd probably be furious with me after seeing these."
...
Alright, she was already feeling a little jealous. T.T...
"So..." He smiled, about to continue, but stopped.
Just then, an @ mention popped up. She glanced at the name—it was a very famous Illustrator, also a friend of Qiang Qingci. The Illustrator had actually hand-drawn a chibi-style illustration featuring Qiang Qingci wearing a headset, holding a strawberry, and feeding it to... a little golden pig in his arms...
The Illustrator couldn't resist teasing: "With all the beauty in the world, the Top talent only loves that little golden pig, oh that little golden pig..."
...
...
Why did it become a golden pig...?
Wait, how could it be such a coincidence that he was feeding it a strawberry...?
Before she could finish her thoughts, Qiang Qingci had already happily hit "Repost" and @ mentioned Sheng Sheng Man: "Thanks, but the little golden pig isn't fat. I'd say... it's the slender kind you can hold in one hand."
...
...
Was it really that slender?
Wait... (⊙o⊙)...
When did you ever hold it...?
Author's Note: Facepalm, why does writing about "dreams" make me think of Left Hand (don't jump into that pit, it's going to be a pit for a while...)?
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