"Neurotic hahahahaha!"

"Is that you, Fat Guevara?"

“666！”

"I didn't expect Meng Pang to have such a voice!"

"A painting anchor will give you a parody show after singing, and ask you if you are convinced!"

"One more!"

Meng Fan's voice is still very showy, placed in the live broadcast room, it is very amazing and very surprising for the sailors, and it is a relatively sand sculpture, many sailors laughed across the screen, the barrage is thicker, and the gifts are naturally thicker.

"Can't you just watch me draw quietly?"

Meng Fan smiled, continued to play the paused music, picked up the paintbrush, and continued to paint, but he didn't stop talking, chatting: "Everyone has their own dreams, right? I've always wanted to be a voice actor.,I didn't practice less.。 Today, I just submitted a manuscript to a few dubbing directors, but there is no response yet, and I guess it's cold. ”

chatting with a group of friends.,The drawing action in my hand has not stopped.,Said a lot of interesting things that happened when I was training dubbing and interesting people I met.,Of course,The name must not have been mentioned.。

Most of the water friends in this live broadcast room are comic book lovers, and they are naturally quite interested in the field of voice actors, after Meng Fan chatted a few words, they all quieted down one by one.

In addition to the novelty and attractiveness of the content, Meng Fan's voice and rhythm when he spoke were also the reason why they were willing to listen quietly, just like listening to a story.

Not to mention, the picture is quite warm.

Meng Fan was talking, although he also felt the atmosphere through the screen, and he could clearly see that there were many new sailors coming in.

There are still a lot of barrages, but the barrage is also very quiet, and there is not so much noise.

This really surprised Meng Fan, co-authoring, chatting can really be used as live broadcast content.

It seems to be true.

The beautiful anchors in the live broadcast room chatting about something have indeed always been very attractive.

Of course, there are some old iron jokes.

It's just that Meng Fan is a little different, neither chatting nor telling jokes, just chatting.

Meng Fan felt that this way was still very comfortable.

In a blink of an eye, at eleven o'clock, although Meng Fan will continue to draw, he has no intention of continuing the live broadcast, and it will definitely not be good if all the comic content is broadcast live.

"The last one, after the painting is finished, it will be broadcast. Let's go to bed early, everybody. ”

When Meng Fan painted this last one, he happened to remember the content of this one in the original book, and suddenly had a bad taste, saying: "I don't know how many fans of the original "There Are Spirits Underground" are there, I think this paragraph is still very feeling." I'll read it to you. ”

Then, Meng Fan's squashed voice sounded in the live broadcast room: "...... Ah Ruo always felt that his hands were sticky, unscrewed the faucet, the water was a little icy, stretched back, and waited for the hot water to come out. There was heat coming out of the faucet, but the water was red, scarlet, and then I smelled a foul smell. Bugs, a purple bug also came out of the faucet, and the bug had a human face and was grinning. Ah Ruo retreated backwards and crashed into a man. Turning her head, a girl with a cat in her arms was smiling at her: "Let's learn how to meow together, meow meow ......."

"I've got a piece of grass!"

"Neurotic!"

"It's closed!"

"I'm all in the groove, okay?"

"I'm ready to be scared, why don't you give me this!"

"Anchor Meng, it's easy for you to break your waist like this!"

"I have a bad heart!"

“……”

After Meng Fan's voice was suppressed, he could indeed create a terrifying atmosphere, and according to what the girl was going to say next and the plot he would develop was very scary, Meng Fan was scared at that time and had goosebumps all over his body.

Meng Fan knew that with the appeal of his voice, if he really wanted to follow the original book, the sailors in the live broadcast room would definitely be frightened, a little unbearable, and he didn't want the originally warm live broadcast to end in such a way, so he made a commotion.

"Hahahaha. Meng Fan smiled awkwardly and politely, and said a little embarrassedly, "What, just kidding." So, I'll read you a love poem to sleep with. ”

"Nervous, who wants you to read us love poems!"

"Gay is gay, report it!"

"Run!"

"Sexy, sexy, main, sultry online!"

"I won't believe anything you say anymore!"

"I don't listen, I don't listen!"

"Fall asleep wool! surnamed Meng, if you want to sleep, I'll say it directly!"

"Gone, gone, the sour smell is getting heavier and stronger!"

"If you don't listen, hurry up, we still have to listen!"

"What are you guys, there are still girls in this live broadcast room! The girl said that she wanted to be teased by Anchor Meng's voice!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, no boy has ever read a love poem for me in my life!"

Many people in the barrage are refusing, but the number of people online has not decreased.

Meng Fancai didn't refuse or not, he recited affectionately: "How I wish there was a door/In the morning, the sun shone on the grass/We stood/Hold on to our door/The door is low, but the sun is bright/The grass is bearing its seeds/The wind is shaking its leaves/We are standing, not speaking/It's very beautiful/There is a door, it doesn't need to be opened/It's ours, it's very beautiful/...... The grass behind the wall / doesn't grow anymore / It only touches the sun with its fingertips. ”

Meng Fan finished reciting Gu Cheng's "In Front of the Door", and then approached the camera, continued affectionately, and said, "There is one last sentence." I love you, a poem is not enough, if I can, let me live in your heart, three meals a day, all year round. ”

Reached out to cover the camera, the live broadcast room went dark, and then went down.

"Damn, is it so sassy?"

"It's a broken leg!"

"What should I do, I've been provoked!"

"Is this still the Meng Fat I know?"

"I've got goosebumps all over my body!"

"Is this a painting anchor or a chatting anchor, why are there so many ghost tricks!"

"I'll wait to cut out the love poem and the last paragraph as a bedtime audio listen, which sister else wants, I'll send it to the group!"

“…… Can my brother ask for it?"

Meng Fan went off the air, but there were still comments in the live broadcast room, and soon various water friend groups were also lively.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Meng Fan took a sip of water, he had never said anything sassy before—oh no, it seemed that he had said some embarrassing love words when he was trying to complete the confession of [a good person]—it was really a pretty magical experience.

Sound is contagious, that is, let the sound move people.

Meng Fan felt that his voice was indeed quite touching now.

It seems to be difficult to find a dubbing job through this, but the attribute of voice appeal is not useless after getting it.

You can be sultry in the live broadcast room, and it should be okay in reality...... bar.

Looking at the online peak statistics in the background and the increase in the number of viewers in the system, the data surprised Meng Fan.