The scene froze for a second, and then was completely overrun by the overwhelming laughs.
Audience 1: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! !
Audience 2: Hahahaha, Mr. Ape couldn't be more praised! ! o(*≧▽≦)ツ
Audience 3: Mr. Ape actually thought about it for a while, hahahaha! o(*≧▽≦)ツ
Audience 4: Light a candle for the Great God hahaha! (Candle)
Audience 5: Light a candle for God! +1 (candle)
Audience 6: Light a candle for God! +2 (candle)
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"Hahaha," Qi Jin couldn't help laughing, and couldn't stop pounding the table, "Light a candle +3 for the Great God."
"Plagiarism is not plagiarism. I believe that Longgong has already talked about it in the last game. I won't describe it here. Let's just talk about it based on this one."
Yuan Zhengming spoke slowly in a lukewarm tone.
"As far as dubbing is concerned, Contestant No. 10 has a very unique voice condition and is a good material, but what I want to see is a dress that is well-dressed, durable and decent. The material alone is good but can't stand cutting. Use it. I'm not a real gorilla, I just need to cover it with a piece of cloth... Hey, what about player number 10?"
Qi Jin was laughing until he had to wipe the corners of his eyes with his hands. He suddenly heard him ask such a question. He hurriedly went to the member list to search, and Tongque Channel was no longer in the channel. To tell him to stay here was not very kind, and he lost his face. It's too much to let people go back and apply face after layer after layer.
However, the Great God is the Great God after all. After leaving the channel, the number of people online suddenly dropped by two or three thousand.
"Hey... It's helpful to hear the comments, but there's nothing you can do if you leave." Yuan Zhengming didn't panic at all, but expressed regret that Tongquetai gave up this opportunity for progress, "Since No. 10 is not here, then I will Let’s be honest. No. 10 is born with good conditions, but he lacks effort and is blind. He can’t see many details in the first act. Himself, not the character itself, I hope he will take care of himself in the future."
Qi Jin smiled softly in front of the screen: "It was like this when he played Trap, it was useless."
According to the theory of Tongjak Channel, radio dramas are secondary creations, and it is good for the audience to express their satisfaction. It does not matter whether the original work is posted or not.
It's just empty talk.
"To be fair, player No. 10's voice is one of the best among all the players. It's as charming as a cheater, and it's easy to make the audience crazy and addicted in a short period of time. But the longer the time, the more lines, the more difficult it will be. Think carefully."
Speaking of this, Yuan Zhengming suddenly realized himself.
"Ah! That's right, because No. 10 said that he used to be a commercial partner, so I just checked the player's file. It turned out that he used to dub the commercial, and I understood it all at once - the purpose of commercial advertising is not exactly 'To fool people with a good voice'?"
Qi Jin felt that the stomach problem that she had not had for a long time was about to recur.
Yuan Zhengming continued to comment like this, and he could not bear to laugh until his stomach hurt to death, and he actually hurt his body.
In order not to die laughing in front of the computer, he decided to temporarily take off his earphones, picked up the unknown return date beside his feet, lowered his head and rubbed his head happily for a while, slowing the urge to laugh wildly.
"Miaomiao~" Xiaohui put his paw on Qi Jin's hand, as if he realized his importance, so he proudly asked the owner for more rations.
As expected, Qi Jin generously rewarded a few small biscuits.
After the small return period, the diligence and diligence of eating, the comments of "Qin Tuo" are all over, and the channel begins to enter the rest phase to prepare for the next "Fang Yisheng" game.
Qi Jin took this time to look at her phone.
Not a single text message—presumably the mother and son were still talking. As an outsider, he should not intervene at this moment, but he is still unavoidable.
[Talk slowly, I'm fine here, don't worry].
Even though he had already missed the use of recordings to relieve loneliness, he still sent such a generous text message to let the other party not to remember him. After typing the above content, Qi Jin originally wrote the six words [but I miss you very much] at the bottom, but after thinking about it, I pressed the back button to delete it.
If you want to be generous, be generous to the end, and pretend to be better.
Confirm, send.
"Huh..." After the text message came out, Qi Jin gently threw the phone beside the pillow, fell back on the bed and took a deep breath, smiled bitterly and muttered to herself, "I think we can meet again tomorrow, and I don't have a pillow to hug me tonight. , I feel so lonely."
There is a disadvantage of living in a room for a long time. Every corner of the room is familiar and familiar, and the figures of people living under the same roof are also vivid. Now no matter where his eyes fall, he can find out the picture of that person appearing there from his memory.
It's like watching a movie too many times, and all the clips in it are still memorable even if you close your eyes. You only need a simple prop to automatically restore the picture in your mind.
The desk is where Shen Yan usually works.
The bookcase is where Shen Yan silently pulls out a book to read in her spare time.
The table lamp, the light is warm, I most remember Shen Yan's focused and gentle profile under the light, when she hears her call, she will turn around, then smile slightly, and the light will flow in those eyes.
And this bed underneath...
"No, if you think about it, you won't have to sleep tonight." Qi Jin shook her head, her ears were a little red, and she resolutely prevented Lenovo from continuing to exert her power. He got up in a hurry and decided to find something unrelated to do to distract him.
Coincidentally, there was a private message on Weibo reminding that it was flashing, but it was none other than my competitor who crossed the bridge noodle half an hour later.
Of course he knew the consequences of being so ruthless towards Tongjatai tonight, so he simply shut down QQ, leaving only Weibo and YY online. In order not to have to see the scolding of Dashen's fans, he even turned off the comment function on Weibo, and the private message will not prompt "unfollowed people", so it's okay to stay.
What's more, he has already had a conversation with the bridge noodle, and the system will prompt it directly.
CV-Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles: On the return date, if you are here, please knock me.
CV-no return date: yes.
Qi Jin currently chooses the stealth function, but the online indicator light of the rice noodle crossing the bridge is always on, and it is estimated that it has been online all the time. Sure enough, after he replied, the other party also responded quickly.
CV-Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles: Good evening.
CV - No return date: Good evening. ^_^
CV-Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles: I remember you said that your hand is injured and it is inconvenient to type, can you speak
CV-Doesn't ask about the return date: Well, but I don't want to open QQ for the time being... Forgive me.
CV-Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles: I think so too. YY voice can also be used, come to this room, I often go to this place, there are few people, and it is convenient to speak.
After all, give a room number.
Qi Jin couldn't help laughing when she saw it—isn't this the dedicated practice channel "Naga Nag" that I have been to too? Could it be that rice noodle is also a frequent visitor there
He logged in and followed the directions of the rice noodle crossing the bridge into a small room.
Although the room itself is not encrypted, there is not even a single person with points in the channel now, and there is no need to hide it. Even what the rice noodle said is the most sensitive in the current network distribution circle: "I listened to the Qin Tuo game in front of you."
"what?"
Cross the bridge rice noodle actually listened to the game just now, as the official CP of Tongjatai is really... subtle. I don't know what his position is.
Qi Jin smiled and asked deliberately, "What do you think after listening to it?"
"Hmph, Tongquetai is self-inflicted." Crossing the bridge rice noodle was completely calm, without any sympathy for the other party. "Moss Party" knows that it is estimated that they will all cry and faint in the toilet, and use toilet paper to wipe tears.
"Don't you think I'm a white-eyed wolf who is slandering him?" Qi Jin was very curious.
"Whoever is falsely accusing anyone can think of it as long as you think about it carefully. The content of the post on the forum seems logical at first glance, but it must be based on the premise of 'you have a private relationship with Tongjatai'. It is this premise. There is absolutely no evidence to prove it, so what follows is nonsense."
Hearing the word "nonsense", Qi Jin remembered the other party's miraculous ability to refute rumors on Weibo, and chose not to believe that Tongquetai was normal.
He then smiled lightly: "Thank you, but don't say it openly about rice noodles. You are different from me. You have so many fans with the Great God, and it's always not good to get involved."
Crossing the bridge rice noodle did not answer.
It is estimated that he should also be very clear about what he said. It is not easy to swim in this muddy water.
"By the way, rice noodle, is your microphone not adjusted properly and the volume is too low."
In order to end the silence between the two of them, Qi Jin first smiled to break the silence. In fact, from the very beginning, he felt that the output volume of the other party's microphone was too low, or the voice was too low, in short, the pressure was very low, and he sounded a little difficult, so he reminded him casually.
The person on the other end of the line paused lightly, before he stopped talking.
"I'm temporarily inconvenient too..." Loud.
Before the words were finished, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Qi Jin's earphones. The voice he had heard before, and it was impossible not to recognize the voice: "... Who are you talking to?"
what…
Qi Jin was stunned for certain, but when she regained her senses, she suddenly took a breath of inaudible breath, held her breath, and put her fingers on her mouth unconsciously, for fear that she might accidentally call out that ID in the next moment.
The voice disappeared for two seconds, and when it sounded again, it seemed to be a little more awake than before: "Is it the return date..."
Then there was a rustling sound of fabric, and someone in the background was adjusting his posture, probably trying to get up from somewhere.
Qi Jin trembled in the seat, suddenly her heart was beating wildly, her face flushed, she was hesitating whether to continue listening, only to hear Qiao Mi Nian say "what are you doing, lie down", and then There was another hurried screeching of cloth, louder and heavier than the previous one.
Qi Jin was completely blank, unable to say a word.
"Well… "
The man let out a muffled groan, it sounded that the distance was getting farther, and the sound of the clothes rubbing was intermittent, but never stopped, it seemed that the person refused to lie back. Even when he pressed down again, he could hear his deep breathing gently blowing on the surface of the microphone.
Can't get any closer.
"Can't you be a little gentler towards the patient...?" the man asked in a low voice, like a whisper, "Huh?"
As the great god of the year, the seriousness of the tone alone has completely changed his temperament, and even the little tail tone that gently raised his voice at the end has a unique flavor.
And this way of speaking like it is attached to the ear, the hearing will be unknowingly crisp.
Although Qi Jin wasn't going to fall out, the fact that the man appeared in the background sound had too much impact on his heart, and his face turned red for a while.
Don't listen to indecent, don't listen to indecent...
Qi Jin hurriedly recited these four words as if he was chanting Buddha, and she stuttered a little: "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know about you now... Anyway, you continue."
Just as he was about to leave YY's room, unexpectedly crossing the bridge rice noodle stopped him in time, leaving behind "wait for your return date, don't go" and turned off the microphone abruptly.
Qi Jin had to stay and did not dare to leave.
In just a few minutes of waiting, dozens of hypotheses flashed through Qi Jin's mind, and even so, he couldn't recover from the shock for a long time.
When the bridge rice noodle turned on the microphone again, five minutes had passed.
"I'm sorry, I can speak normally now," the man's voice was slightly panting, and he was still trying to keep his tone straight, although he paused for the last sentence, his voice not only not high, but even lower, "That guy has been caught I pushed back and went back to sleep. I'm in the living room now, you say."
Keep sleeping…
Now in the living room...
Since the word "continue" was used, the man should have been "sleeping" at the beginning... and the place just now was not the living room, so it was probably the bedroom.
"So what happened in these five minutes?" Qi Jin wanted to ask. But as a principled gentleman who doesn't spy on other people's privacy, he still chose to forcefully suppress his words.
But he could still ask questions whose answers were already obvious.
"That person just now... was a fast horse and a light fur, right?" The voice was definitely not wrong.
"Ok."
This sound was a little more natural than the previous one, but the answer was still soft. Qi Jin has never heard the tone of Qiao Nian Nian, nor the tone of Kuai Ma Qing Qiu. As a journalist, the curiosity burns intensely, and the flames can't be suppressed, and the more they burn, the more vigorous they are. .
So he coughed softly.
"What's wrong with him?" He kept claiming that he was a patient, and he sounded really tired. Could it be…
"He has a high fever, forty degrees."
"Ah." Qi Jin was stunned for a while, she didn't think that the person was really sick, she had to feel extremely ashamed that she had just accidentally diverged her thoughts into other areas, she quickly cleared her throat and put the topic in the right direction, "Yesterday He's fine, why is he so ill today?"
Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles suddenly smiled.
He spoke words of reproach, but not in a tone of reproach, but in a gentle manner.
"This guy doesn't know what's going on, he ran outside my apartment in the middle of the night and sat until dawn. It was minus three or four degrees after nightfall in Beijing yesterday. When I found him this morning, everyone was frozen into ice lollies. I couldn’t go back, and near noon, I insisted that I would go back to the company to handle some official business, and when I came back in the afternoon, I was drowsy and unable to move like a disease-deserved.”