Leaning on the sofa in the background, he took out his mobile phone, found Yi Nian Qingchen's QQ account in a group, and sent a request to add it.
I'm a little tired. Can we chat
At the same time, the CV named Yi Nian Qingchen was about to take the stage.
The host on the stage said excitedly: "Are you still not satisfied with the dubbing performance?"
"Tch..." There was a sigh of relief in the audience, and it felt very painful to watch a dubbing agency's performance next.
"Then now let us invite members of Team B of the dubbing agency to perform for us "The Legend of the Past", a drama that is currently very popular in the online dubbing circle!"
As everyone knows, as soon as the host finished speaking, a group of people broke out in the audience before they even came on stage.
"What the hell?"
"Oh my God, please, don't insult Nian Yi in my heart anymore!"
"Fuck! That's it! After Qingchen, there will be no Nianyi, and after Wennu, there will be no Qijun, okay?"
"Can you skip this show and go directly to the next one? I'm afraid I'll go on stage with my schoolbag and hit someone later."
"Why don't you? Those small clubs on the Internet are very annoying, but today this one is still the B group of the dubbing club!?"
"Goodbye, I'm leaving first!"
…
Mo Ran's face turned pale with fright at the people's comments, and so did Mao Qi.
Although he had several dubbing experience, it seemed that many people below him were fans of "The End of Life", which really made him a little panicked.
"I feel like my breathing is blocked!" Mo Ran was wearing an aqua blue plain velvet embroidered jacket and a pair of hibiscus soft-soled shoes.
"Huh?" Luo Qingchen was slightly startled, feeling amused by Mo Ran's words.
Little did he know that the next second, Mao Qi said: "I feel like my heart has been impacted."
“…”
This time she didn't even bother to say 'Ah' and responded directly with a speechless expression.
"Do you think I will be notified by Ban Zhan Wen Cun's Weibo?" Mao Qi's expression was a little dull. It was obvious that the audience in the audience had a great impact on him.
"You are not worthy of Qi Jun." Mo Ran gave him a response.
"Don't worry!" At the moment when they were about to go on stage, Luo Qingchen gave them a 'reassurance'. I saw her chuckle and say: "You can be gentle and take care of me with ease."
"Ahem—" Wen Yanchen, walking aside, cleared his throat and said, "If your acting is too bad, I think it's possible."
"Puch." Luo Qingchen raised her eyes, her watery eyes flickering softly and said, "Real or false."
"Fake."
"It's over, it's over."
"I'm done too."
A minute later, melodious background music sounded, but it failed to stop the audience from becoming restless.
There was even a 'half cup of Wen Cun' iron fan who threw one with half mineral water directly on the stage and angrily said: "Please don't insult my Wen Cun Ju! Okay! Okay! Okay!"
His voice was very loud. Wen Yanchen frowned, stood inside the wooden piles in a moon-white costume, and closed his eyes.
The next second, the lights on the stage came down—
"Is she getting married today?" Qi Jun in the prison asked the visitor with a smile.
It was a sound that was as cold as the rest of the world and unique in time.
"Yes." (Jun Xiaodong, the narrator of Recruitment)
He took the poisoned wine and drank it in one gulp: "I have nothing to worry about in this life!"
For just a moment, the originally noisy and noisy audience fell silent.
This kind of silence can even be heard clearly when a gust of wind blows through the treetops and the sound of the leaves rubbing against each other. (To be continued)