"You're laughing so disgusting, Lu Cuicui! I will destroy you on behalf of love and justice! ”

Lu Wanwan mercilessly took the textbook and slammed it on Lu Yuancang's head from top to bottom, but he didn't expect Lu Yuancang to bury his head and rub his cheeks against the cover of the book on the table, and laughed shamelessly and said three times: "You are too naïve Lu Wanwan!" I'll have another thirty years to fight at the bottom of the pit! ”

Lu Wanwan ignored his words, took out the book and held it up in his hand as a threat: "Quickly pack up your things and go to dinner!" Aren't you going to work in the afternoon, don't you want the money? ”

Lu Yuancang listlessly packed up the textbook water glass, "I was fired yesterday - I said that I had a selection meeting next week and was going to take a leave of absence, just in time for the boss to be in a bad mood, and said, 'I know that you people in the circle will not do anything for long', and fired me." ”

Lu Wanwan returned the book to him, and speculated quite reasonably: "Was he dumped by his girlfriend in our circle?" Without waiting for an answer, he said, "I'm going to the selection meeting too, remember to call me when the time comes." ”

"Also?" Lu Yuancang was puzzled and suddenly realized: "Oh! And that little Zhengtai is also casting, are you going to choose that? ”

Lu Wanwan snorted, and suddenly asked mysteriously, "Lu Cuicui?" ”

"Huh?" Lu Yuancang retorted after agreeing: "You still have a crooked road!" ”

"No, I think...... You're more like a crooked ......" Lu Wanwan stumbled, "Are you...... Isn't it, for your male god, there is that kind of-that feeling? ”

Lu Yuancang deliberately laughed at her coldly, "No way-I like him because he is the ideal form of my life." ”

――The longing across the screen and the distance, its form is always blurry and easy to dissipate, after so many years still chasing an idol, Lu Yuancang himself feels incredible.

Chu Songluo is actually very bad at interpersonal communication, and he is very bad on variety shows, but he rarely talks to people when he stands in the center, and he rarely hears about any friends he has. But even so, in a circle where connections are a major factor in winning or losing, he was able to stand at the forefront and be liked - perhaps it was this prideful, clean and fragile glass-like strength that gave him even more charm?

- Or maybe it's because of the age difference, but Lu Yuancang has been looking at Chu Songluo on the screen, growing up by himself and growing up from afar, and after a long time, he feels that his longing for Chu Songluo has become a very stable organ in his body, which operates every day and provides him with fresh energy.

Chu Songluo is the light of the road.

-- It's not a faint reflection like moonlight.

It's because of Chu Songluo, Lu Cangyuan began to have a direction he wanted to move forward, a goal that he could sacrifice a lot of things for, and then, from the innermost core of his body, began to burn.

Luminous.

**

Lu Wanwan practiced Zhengtaiyin for a long time, but she was brushed off because her voice was not suitable for that role - but she didn't care that much, after all, her main job recently was not this one.

So Lu Yuancang was successfully selected, so she put on a happy expression, applauded and said congratulations, only to notice that Lu Yuancang was still in a trance, and his eyes were still confused in the email notification on the mobile phone screen.

“…… What's wrong? ”

Lu Yuancang said in a trance tone of seeing God, "I was chosen, but not the police role in the public casting......"

"Huh?" Lu Wanwan blinked her eyes and leaned up to look at the notice-

"That high school student Myoja? Isn't he the formula partner of your male god's role as an intelligence dealer, isn't it good to be able to play a role? ”

“…… You haven't read the original book, you don't understand......" Lu Yuancang breathed a heavy sigh, "This is a perverted character, every time he is killed by an intelligence dealer, he will make a strange ♂ sound......"

“…… Did you add a symbol to what you just said? ”

Lu Yuancang grabbed the table with his head, and wailed in his heart in an infinite loop.

――I、What if I'm still a virgin!!

**

The official recording work will start in May, and there are still more than ten days to go, and Lu Yuancang is constantly struggling with whether to make an appointment with a cannon, and whether it is appropriate to hook up with a male god on this issue.

Maybe it was the accumulation of more than a dozen koi fish that he had forwarded that finally became gospel at this time, and in the third week, Chu Songluo suddenly stopped him during the recess, "Lu Yuancang, come with me after class." ”

The acting director in class is still businesslike, but Lu Yuancang has always been scared, expecting good things to happen, but he is afraid of some unknown possibilities. After surviving the second half of the class with difficulty, he walked out of the South School Gate, where there had been relatively few people, and sure enough, he saw Chu Songluo standing there waiting for him.

"Hello teacher!" Lu Yuancang sneered, "What are you looking for me?" ”

When Chu Songluo saw him coming, he began to walk back to his apartment, and said, "Teacher Ren's class, I have already helped you ask for leave." I've got work since 5 p.m., and from now on you're going to practice with me on the role of Myoja. ”

“…… Huh? Lu Yuancang was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted and followed him, and while walking, his mind was full of flattered four big words, forcing himself to calm down, and thinking in his heart if he asked "why", it would seem very contrived, so he tentatively asked: "Teacher, where are we going?" ”

Chu Songluo glanced at him lightly, and Lu Yuancang immediately covered his mouth and found that his voice had become higher again, only showing his eyes and blinking, "...... I was wrong. ”

"Go to my house." Chu Songluo then retracted his gaze and added, "I hope you are not short of money to the point where you need money for clues from gossip tabloids." ”

Lu Cangyuan immediately shook his head desperately to show his loyalty: "How come! I am honored that the teacher is willing to help me, how can I not know what to do? ”

It seems to be an illusion, although Chu Songluo didn't look at him, there was a faint smile in his eyes, "The twelve episodes of this season are broadcast in mid-July, just in time for the BSS Awards in September, and you have to win the Best Newcomer Award for the role of myoja." ”

He didn't ask Lu Cangyuan if he could do it, but directly asserted that he "wanted to get it".

Lu Cangyuan was a little uneasy, but he felt that this was a kind of trust, and suddenly felt his blood boiling, and responded in a low voice: "I know!" ”

Not surprisingly, Chu Songluo lived in a building that looked super expensive, the elevator reached the seventeenth floor, and the corridor covered with soft blankets walked all the way, and the innermost room 1707 was where he lived.

The rooms are naturally well furnished, but there is no life here - it is not so much a residence as a hotel room, everything is neat and organized, visitors will not leave any traces here, they can come at any time or leave at any time. A place where there is a lack of belonging.

It was hard to imagine that Chu Songluo lived here every day, and Lu Yuancang secretly glanced at it and stopped looking at the layout of the room.

Chu Songluo took out two bottles of water from the refrigerator, Lu Yuancang consciously stepped forward to take it, and then followed him and pushed open the room closest to the door-

Studio.

Diffusers, acoustic panels...... All kinds of supporting equipment are readily available, which is better than many professional recording studios.

Lu Yuancang was dumbfounded, and his eyes were about to shine.

Chu Songluo's voice pulled him back to reality and asked him, "Did you bring the script?" ”

"Bring it!" Lu Yuancang hurriedly put down the water, rummaged through his schoolbag, and then smiled embarrassedly: "That, teacher...... I think I brought the wrong ...... I'm sorry! ”

Chu Songluo didn't look very angry, as if he understood his carelessness very well, he took a script from the table and handed it to him.

7MENDICEepisode1, No. 001.

In order to prevent data leakage, each script has a fixed number. Although the numbers are generally issued randomly, 001 still means something different - this script should be Chu Songluo's own script.

Today's happiness in one day is too much and too violent, Lu Yuan opened the content in a daze, and before he could carefully look at the male god's marking, he heard the instruction: "The beginning of page 22 is a separate scene between you and me." When you first appear, you have to fully express your characteristics with your voice, so you can start practicing this scene first. ”

"Okay!" Lu Yuancang took a sip of water to moisten his throat and ran to Mai. After probably trying the voice, Lu Yuancang began to read the words: "...... Rather than discern the beginning, let me believe in you as a god - your throne will not decay or be shaken, and I will bear witness with my life. ”

He raised his voice very high, but not very sharply, and every turn seemed to cry and laugh with excitement, and there was a sigh of patience in the end, which naturally expressed the perverted reverence of Myoja.

Chu Songluo's twelve voices were cold and indifferent, and there was a little more inorganic texture than his original voice: "I don't need a throne, I just want to wander forever and observe the beauty, ugliness, good and evil of human beings." But you're doing well, come here—"

Scenely, as a reward, Twelve touched Myoja's cheek. This is the difficulty of Lu Yuancang, he knows that a good music performance should have the professionalism of abandoning shame, but it is rare to let go, and the sigh he makes is also trembling and nervous.

Chu Songluo stopped him.

"No, it's here again."

Again, there is no good change - after all, the qiē reaction of myoja mentioned in the original text is physiological pleasure; As soon as Lu Yuancang came up, he was asked to come out of this kind of thing, and it was normal that he couldn't let it go.

After trying it two or three times, Chu Songluo pursed his lips and frowned, "You are nervous and shy, not the exaggerated and strange pleasure you need." ”

“…… Yes. Lu Yuancang took a deep breath, "Teacher, I may not really be able to do ......"

Chu Songluo said, "Sue me first for your role analysis." ”

Lu Yuancang nodded, "Myoja is usually an honor student, but his unique side has always been hidden and cannot be understood; He longed for twelve, but he was afraid of being hated by twelve; But Twelve soon discovered his true nature and told him, 'You are more beautiful in my eyes,' so Myoja does not hide her true nature in the presence of Twelve Twelve, that is, ...... Perverted again...... and unconditionally in love with the twelve...... So I should use a relatively high voice to show his distinctive side, and then ...... Then to be able to surface xià nmyoja without reservation...... Well, excited. ”

Chu Songluo asked him again: "Then since Twelve has labeled himself as a non-human range, why did he allow Myoja to stay by his side?" ”

Lu Yuancang replied: "Twelve is using him." After saying this, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and continued to himself, "Knowing that he was being used, Myoja was still willing, and he was afraid that he would be abandoned one day, so he had fun in time, unreservedly revealing his true nature, and even intensifying-"

Chu Songluo suddenly reached out and gently touched his cheek.

The palm of his hand is very soft and gentle, with a little pity, but it seems that there is always a sense of distance at any time. Lu Yuancang stiffened so much that he didn't dare to move, and his eyes slowly widened.

"You seem to have liked me for a long time?" His tone suddenly became cold, and there was a little tenderness in it.

"-- Let's try to make a sound."