Really, Really Miss You

Chapter 67: Jinxiu Mei Caikou Pork Rice (Section 1)

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After eating, she took the fruits from the refrigerator, washed them, cut them, and put in toothpicks. One small plate was handed to Jumei, and the other large plate was taken to Mo Qingcheng's room.

When Gu Sheng entered, he was already sitting in front of the desktop computer, wearing a headset. Every time he puts on the headphones, he has a habit of turning on only one lamp, as if he can throw his whole person into another world without distraction.

The warm orange light cast his entire shadow on the wall. Quiet and quiet.

He is really handsome with headphones...

Gu Sheng was idiotic silently.

At this moment, Mo Qingcheng had already noticed her coming in, turned his head and glanced at her, then put his index finger on his lips and made a silent gesture. She nodded, walked quietly, and put the plate in front of him.

Pointed to the fruit on the plate and motioned him to take time to eat.

He nodded.

Gu Sheng took a strawberry in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, sat down on the sofa behind him, turned on his laptop, and opened the trumpet to enter the yy room.

Tonight is the day when the final list of the dubbing contest is announced. To put it bluntly, all the winners collectively call for a curtain call. Those who can ultimately win are no longer small and transparent, and many of them are even smash hits. They used to be bright spots in every game. Now gathered together, it is not just a bright spot, but a large starry sky.

And he is a judge on the sidelines tonight, but as long as the id of Chen Qingci hangs quietly in the room, it is enough.

Under him, there are naturally thousands of fans and top ten administrators to accompany him, not noisy or noisy, and quietly accompany him to listen.

And she, as long as she enters the world of the second dimension, she immediately becomes his die-hard fan mentality.

The id’s heartbeat speeds up when facing Cinqinci, but the sound is still slow... This feeling... is really amazing.

In the earphones, the girl, one of the twelve winners, was singing. While listening, she held the armrest of the sofa with her hand and went to grab the strawberries in the fruit bowl. His hand crossed in front of him, and he noticed one just now, he smiled slightly, and picked the largest one from the fruit plate and placed it in her palm.

She stuck her tongue out, returned, and continued to bite and eat.

After eating two bites, the girl finished singing.

Really sing well.

She silently praised.

"Congratulations to our splendor," the host smiled and began to play, "Then..."

"Can I confess to the judges?" The girl suddenly interrupted the host.

The host immediately laughed: "It's absolutely okay. I'm still wondering why no one confessed tonight. Is it because I'm too serious and everyone forgot how to lose their morals?"

The girl coughed, feeling a little embarrassed: "Because Mr. Qingci Chen has only been a judge for two games, I didn't run into..."

"Yeah, Chen Qingci is too busy," the host joked and complained, "We only had two days from the preliminaries to the finals, and it took him only two days. Fortunately, he came for the last game tonight. Sister, come on and confess~ Ah, that's not right, I remember there is already a small gold master in the top card, confession needs to be reserved, dear~"

The public screen was swiped from the time when someone called Cinqinci, but the host was still in front of tens of thousands of listeners and mentioned the "little gold master", just for fear that the world would not be chaotic...

"No, no," a well-known CV can't avoid mentioning the nervousness of idols, "very serious confession, no ethics at all."

The host laughed and motioned for her to be free.

As Gu Sheng listened, there was a few seconds of silence in the headset. She quietly glanced at the card. The person who was confessed was calm...

"It's like this... Uh, first ask, are you listening to Chen Qingci? You can't hang up, right..."

"I'm here." His voice was neither high nor low, but calm.

"It's so big. I like listening to the radio since I was a child. I have always had a dream of broadcasting. I want to be a professional broadcaster or a voice actor. But because of some misconceptions, I missed the relevant professional colleges when I was admitted to the university, so... I feel very sorry,” the girl’s voice was even slightly astringent. “Later, a girlfriend of mine knew my dream and told me that she often listened to some radio dramas on the Internet. A very good person ended up switching to commercial dubbing. To be honest, I started to disdain, thinking that these are grandstanding things... Until my girlfriend listened to your work, I was completely impressed. So I want to say The thing is: Master, thank you for bringing me into this circle and becoming my goal and ideal."

Gu Sheng bit the strawberry in his hand and did not continue to eat it for a long time.

In fact, the owner of the id of Cinqinci sits with his back to him and is within reach, but this name still has a huge temptation. This name represents the characters he performed and recorded works, many of which are not professional. The school, but with the dazzling sunlight of those children who dream of dubbing.

You can't deny those who really like dubbing just because of the mess.

These people, or many with only dozens of fans, are not as dazzling as those big names, but as long as they like, there is nothing that can't be done, such as this girl.

She was suddenly moved.

She understood this feeling, just like listening to her first ancient song, she was also amazing.

That moment of surprise can completely change the trajectory of a person's life.

How many people has he changed

The numbers should be very impressive.

"Thank you and wish you success," he smiled faintly, "can be more successful than me."

The gentle and bewitching power successfully penetrated the headset and passed into everyone's ears.

T. T... That's it...

I'm all moved, okay, can't you just say a few more words to others

However, he has always been this way before the public...

When the next person performed, she saw Chen Qingzi turn off yy's Mai, and finally knew that she could make a sound, immediately put down the computer, supported the arm of the sofa and patted him on the shoulder. The person in front of him turned his head, took off the headset, his eyes were slightly puzzled.

She looked at him.

She looked at his big beautiful eyes...

Silently brainwashing myself, this is Mo Qingcheng, not Chen Qingci...