Yu Murakami hurried up and baked some cookies before the evening rush hour, and the cake or something was probably too late today.

Cranberry biscuits lined up on a baking tray are fragrant.

【Cooking Lv. 3:36/100】

"I mean, aren't cranberries too low?" Miko Sanada picked up a biscuit between her index finger and thumb: "Although it looks a little more delicious than usual, it's different from what I imagined, didn't you make me a good one just now?" ”

Yu Murakami ignored her, just a store manager, and she knew how to cook.

He put the biscuits in three-slices into small embroidered plates, then took out a second strip.

The knife is fast, but each piece is exactly the same size and thickness.

Cut and place in a baking pan at 165 degrees for 18 minutes.

Rubbing his hands, he looked back at Miko Sanada, who had eaten the fourth piece: "This is for the guests, please don't eat any more, okay?" ”

Miko Sanada licked the cookie crumbs on her fingers and said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you want to give away such delicious cookies for free?" ”

Kitagawa Tamako poked Miko Sanada and reminded her: "Sister Miko, you just said that the biscuits made by the master are ordinary." ”

Miko Sanada seemed to stiffen her body.

"Hmph~"

Clap your hands.

"I'm just hungry, Tamako, let's go, let's go to dinner together."

"Sister Miko, didn't you just eat an apple?"

“...... I'll let you go, how can there be so many words. ”

"Hey!"

Yu Murakami shook his head, but the first time he saw Miko Sanada, he thought she was a Yamato Nadeshiko-type woman.

Now it seems that she is even more childish than eighteen-year-old Yuzi.

In the evening, all guests who come to the door will give a cookie for free.

Although there are only three pieces, it is still a very ordinary cranberry, but it is a gift, but no one dislikes it.

After a small number of women finished eating, they said whether they could buy it.

"There is nothing left to spare today, and tomorrow the store will start selling desserts."

"Do you have cranberry cookies too?"

"Of course."

Approaching eight o'clock, Miko Sanada looked at the empty bar, and stared at Yu Murakami with two small eyes: "Why don't you bake more?" ”

Yu Murakami took off his apron and handed it to Tamako: "Help me put it in, I'll leave first if I have something to do today." ”

Yuzi was very happy to serve the master, hugged the apron, bowed and said, "Hey, the master has worked hard today." ”

"Well, you've worked hard too."

Yu Murakami picked up the book he had put aside and walked out the door.

"You impudent fellow! The store manager is talking to you! ”

Miko Sanada looks like an angry orange cat now.

Yu Murakami turned his head.

Miko Sanada was overjoyed and clasped her hands in front of her chest.

Hmph, it's not like you're going to succumb to the majesty of the store manager, if you don't apologize properly, I won't forgive you.

"By the way, Beichuan, remember to buy some soy sauce and dish soap to practice latte art when you go back."

"Hey!"

Kitagawa Tamako bowed again.

Miko Sanada has gotten rid of her anger: Well~ That's it.

The expression gradually deteriorates.

Murakami walked briskly to the platform, got on the train, and by the time he arrived at the ABC training institution, the evening class had already begun for more than 20 minutes.

Sneaking in through the back door, while looking for a place.

"Murakami, this way! This way! ”

Yoshima Sato was waving his chubby upper limbs and shouting at him in a low voice.

Murakami walked over briskly and sat down beside him.

"Aren't you going to Aoki?"

"When you go home and think about it, Aoki is still too expensive, so it's not bad to accumulate some experience at ABC first."

Ryoma Sato's face seemed a little unsightly, and he changed the subject and said, "Let's go to class first, you're 20 minutes late." ”

"Hmm."

Yu Murakami didn't ask, it was taboo to talk shallow and deep, and he didn't have the heart to care about other people's affairs.

“... For you, the most important thing is to change the breathing method, that is, the breath, and try to breathe in and out slowly in your daily life......

As for the specific practice method, you can take a piece of paper as long as the middle finger of your finger and as wide as three fingers, stick it on the wall and blow it to don't let the paper fall.....

Yoshima Sato leaned his head over and said in a low voice, "Don't you think what the teacher said is ordinary?" This knowledge can be found on the Internet. ”

"Really? I don't know much about it, but it's the first time I've heard of this. ”

Yoshima Sato nodded and continued to listen, recording what the teacher said from time to time.

Yu Murakami pulls out the system panel.

[Ventriloquist Lv. 1: 15/100]

[Ventriloquist Lv. 1: 16/100]

[Ventriloquist Lv. 1: 17/100]

......

Ventriloquism? Isn't it a voice actor?

Yu Murakami was a little confused.

Then he thought of an article called "Ventriloquism" in his previous life, and with the strong memory brought by lv5 reading, he can now clearly recall this ancient text he read ten years ago.

It is probably written about a ventriloquist performance, with three scenes: a family of four wakes up from a dream, wakes up from a dream, and everyone panics after the fire starts.

And there is only one real performer!

I see.

He probably understood why the system-generated skills were ventriloquists.

When the voice actor dubs the anime, it's probably similar to this ventriloquist performing behind the scenes.

And if you can really achieve the realm mentioned in "Ventriloquism", one person with one animation is enough, right?

The theory lasted about an hour, with a 10-minute break in between, and the next two hours were self-practice, while the teacher helped everyone correct their breathing patterns.

Yoshima Sato and Yu Murakami stood in the northwest corner, each holding a piece of paper and blowing it.

Yu Murakami put the paper on the wall, blew slowly, and slowly released the hand holding the paper.

In a second, the paper fell.

Try again and it fell again.

Try again, 2 seconds.

Try again, 2 seconds.

3 seconds.

4 seconds.

5 seconds.

……

It wasn't until the air was blown that the paper slowly slid off the wall.

[Ventriloquist lv. 1: 53/100]

Yu Murakami stretched out his hand to catch it, slowing his breath while observing the situation of the people around him.

The vast majority of people are similar to him, and there are even more powerful ones, such as Yoshima Sato, who has a long breath, and the amount of one blow is estimated to be more than twice that of Murakami.

It is true that the lung capacity of people who are heavy is larger.

Yu Murakami was not discouraged, and continued to blow.

When the teacher walked up to them, it was nearly 11 o'clock.

First, he stood beside Yoshima Sato and watched him blow it.

"Well, that's good."

"Thank you, teacher."

Then he walked next to Yu Murakami and waited for him to finish blowing.

"In addition to not letting the paper fall down, this exercise should also be done for a long time, and you must continue to practice in terms of exhalation, so that every time you exhale out, you can just keep the paper from falling, try to save money, you know?"

"Hmm."

[Ventriloquist Lv. 1: 99/100]

"Try it again, don't be nervous."

Yu Murakami pasted the paper on the wall, exhaled slightly with his lips, and the paper obediently stuck to the wall as if it were lying on the ground.

The teacher stepped forward and took the paper away: "Go ahead and blow." ”

"Whew-"

He put the paper on it again.

"Whew-"

"Drink~"

The breath ran out, and the paper began to slip.

Yu Murakami reached out and caught it.

The teacher patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, go back and practice more, find out how it feels to exhale this time." ”

"Thank you, teacher."

[Ventriloquist Lv2: 1/100]

After class, Yoshima Sato and Yu Murakami walked to the platform together.

The last train departs from the island country at 12 p.m.

"Murakami, you guys can, have you practiced it yourself?"

"It's really the first time."

"I was able to do it so well the first time, and it took me a long time to practice like this."

“......”

"But correcting your breathing is only the first step, you still have a lot to learn, come on."

"Hmm."

"I'll come tomorrow too, how about you?"

"Me too."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Yu Murakami watched Yoshima Sato's chubby figure disappear into the night.

"Sato, ventriloquist lv2 can learn more than just breathing."

Yu Murakami whispered, and there was no difference between his voice and Yoshima Sato.