The three interviewers were not surprised by Yu Murakami's self-introduction, and the remarks of the second junior high school in the island country were prevalent, let alone in a special group such as voice actors.

Many female voice actors behave in a way that is incompatible with ordinary women.

Because in order to match various two-dimensional female characters, female voice actors will more or less exaggerate, cute, and speak more in behavior.

Some are simply the characters set up by the office, so that the three-dimensional voice actor directly becomes a two-dimensional cute girl.

"Yu Murakami, I was recommended by ABC Firm, it's a small firm." The middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses sitting in the middle put down the information in his hand: "Do you feel that you have any advantages?" ”

"Hey, voice and acting."

A female voice sounded: "This is the most basic for voice actors, or do you have something to be proud of in this?" ”

"Hey!"

Yu Murakami looked at it with his spare eyes, it was the Obasang of Nailing Palace.

"Confident~"

The tone of the nail palace is a little subtle.

Middle-aged man in glasses: "Then let's put on a show, Ishida-san, nail palace-san?" ”

He glanced at the two and consulted their opinions.

Ishida and Nailiya: "No problem. ”

"So, let's take the confession of an ordinary male high school student as a scenario, no problem, Murakami-kun?"

Most of the current dramas are mainly based on campus love, and the middle-aged man with glasses naturally prefers this aspect.

"Hey."

"Then, give you a minute to prepare, and three or four lines will do."

"Hey."

Murakami thought for half a minute, but there was no clear context.

When the book is used, he hates less, and his own acting skills are only lv2.

It's a bit embarrassing for him to act out a scene out of thin air.

I thought that there was a script and an original book for dubbing, and I could experience the character with the immersive reading of it, and I didn't have to worry about acting skills at all.

However, they forgot that there was such a thing as a temporary scenario.

He himself also taught Yoshima Sato to let others learn acting skills?

In exchange for life, can you escape the fate of going to Hokkaido to grow potatoes?

On May 2nd, in Tokyo, the indoor temperature was 18 degrees Celsius, and a slight sweat broke out on the bridge of Murakami's nose.

30 seconds passed.

Now is not the time to be cranky, calm down, Murakami!

The last ten seconds.

The brain spins, first pretending to be a high school student, then confessing to a girl, and finally thinking about what to say.

What to say?

Think fast!

Yu Murakami's brain cleared.

XXX, I like you? Please get along with me, right?

Too ordinary!

I've been paying attention to you, your every move touches my heart, please give me a chance?

"When the time comes, let's start Murakami-kun, let's take Nailamiya-san as the object of confession."

It's too late, barely enough, I can't think of a better one, that's it.

"Hey!"

Yu Murakami turned his body slightly, facing the nail palace in the west.

Nailed Gong Weixi smiled.

"Nail Palace, I've been paying attention to you, your every move affects my heart, please have a relationship with me!" (Murakami's leisurely voice, less calm and more pleasant, quick with gasp, with anticipation and relief after speaking)

It seems to be a bit bad, and it doesn't have the kind of transparency that you can perform after being there.

Am I going to fail?

Yu Murakami's mouth was filled with bitterness.

The three interviewers whispered.

"The voice is okay, the acting skills are stiff, and the ability to simulate the situation is average."

"Well, do you want to try another scene with a bit of tension?"

"You can't practice the ordinary confession scene well, haven't you heard what kind of institution ABC is?"

The left and right were silent.

"Scoring?"

"Okay."

The three of them sat up straight and looked at Yu Murakami, whose face was pale.

"Now we're going to tell you the score, Murakami-kun."

"Hey."

The middle-aged man with glasses sitting in the middle put up a sign with a 6 points.

The man on the left also put up a sign with a score of 6.

Did I really lose the election?

Yu Murakami never thought of his failure as such.

Come to think of it, what has he been doing this week? Read the novel "I Brave".

There are no acting skills.

Since I have the system, I feel that everything I do is casual and confident.

What now?

Really have to wait another year?

Ryoma Sato, who is in Hokkaido, what would you think if you didn't see his name when you checked this year's admission list?

Murakami-kun is also to this extent?

How dare you read a cookbook in class?

Even, will there be malicious speculation: Murakami audition was chosen, he must have used his appearance to do obscene things.

What about the IDO side?

swore to Kitagawa Tamako that he would resign, and he would definitely be able to sign a contract, which made the little girl unhappy for a week.

The result?

Defeated.

Irony not? Murakami-kun?

Even if he is given another year, his acting skills can easily reach the full level, so what's the use?

He was a little annoyed.

Annoyed with their own slackness, annoyed that they gave themselves a chance to fail.

His life was supposed to be a life of victory.

Don't look at him as a good talker, he came through with the system, and his heart was already swollen enough to destroy the world.

When I occasionally look at the system, I am often immersed in the self-emotion that I have not overthrown the world regime and ruled all mankind.

often jokes that he lives an ordinary life, which can be regarded as a blessing to this other world.

Ridiculous, Murakami-kun.

What qualifications do you have to say goodbye to Yoshima Sato?

What qualifications do you have to give bread to passers-by?

What qualifications do you have to look down on Masayuki Nakazawa's second speaker?

Still want to get back 250,000? Do you want to be a little disgusting with others?

Stop dreaming, Murakami-kun.

Self-reflection squeezed his brain.

It's the turn of the nail palace to score.

Yu Murakami remembered what he had teased her in the studio.

"Jamelo, Obasan"

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Make girls laugh? Mocking people's dedication?

Is it fun, Murakami-kun?

He hoped in his heart that he would give him a low score and let him taste humiliation.

At such a beginning in the life of the second life, he should have won any competition with absolute strength.

Failure is not a bad thing, he wakes up from a brief period of self-denial, and a powerful confidence once again dominates his body.

The nail palace was not scored immediately.

"Private Marseille (sorry), I can't associate with you." (Three voiceless, very fast tone, revealing disgust)

The other two examiners looked at the nail palace in surprise.

After Yu Murakami calmed down, he reacted quite quickly.

Bow at 90 degrees and keep your hands close to the seams of your pants.

"Please, please think of a way."

"Poof~" Nailiya Weixi covered his mouth: "Oh Mosilo (interesting), Murakami-kun." ”

Ishida, who was sitting on the far left, nodded: "Well, the on-the-spot response is good, maybe it's a good seedling of a radio drama, I'll give you one point." ”

The 6-point brand was replaced by a 7-point brand.

At the same time, he held up an 8-point sign.

"Come on, Murakami-kun, I'm optimistic about you."

Murakami Yu's heart has changed his opinion about Nailing Palace, this is a real senior, and he has not retaliated against his juniors because of personal grudges.

Sincerely: "Thank you very much. ”

In the end, Yu Murakami scored 6, 7, and 8, for a total of 21 points.

Murakami walked out of the room slowly and gently closed the door.

Sit back in the corner, fold your hands on your chest, and look down in reflection.

Suzune Sakura thought he had lost and was in a bad mood, so she took out a throat lozenge from her bag.

"Eat?"

Yu Murakami calmly raised his head and took the candy: "Thank you." ”

However, with the simple packaging, he is now a little unable to tear it open - he can't use his hands.

"I'll help you."

Murakami watched quietly as Suzune Sakura took back the candy and easily tore the candy wrapper.

"Whoa."

"Aligado."

The bitter and sweet taste of the throat lozenges washed away the bitterness in his mouth.

Soon, it was Suzune's turn to Sakura.

When I came out of the interview, I looked good.

She didn't ask Yu Murakami about the score, she also ate a throat lozenge in her mouth, and sat in the corner waiting for the notification.

At 12:13 p.m., everyone's interview ended, and the three interviewers counted the scores.

The lounge finally got a little noisy.

"How many points do you have?"

"17, there's no hope."

"I'm 18."

"Listening to the staff on the scene, it seems that you were admitted with a score of 22?"

Yu Murakami's ears moved.

"Really? So we're basically hopeless, right? ”

"Originally, we only accepted six people a year, and our hopes were always very small."

"Alas, it's another year, what year will I be admitted?"

"I'm not going to take the exam, so let's find a job while I'm young and learn a trade."

Suzune Sakura and Yu Murakami listened.

"Scumbag, you, how many points?"

“...... 21。 ”

“...... The scores haven't come out yet, maybe there's still a chance, and they don't know the specifics. ”

"Well, it's fine."

He has a very peaceful mind and can calmly accept both success and failure.

No matter what the process is, the end of his life is destined to write the word victory.

After a while, Ishida came out with a list.

The crowd fell silent.

Yu Murakami stared at the blank paper.

"The scores have been counted, and they will be posted here in a moment, so that everyone can see their scores for themselves. If you are not admitted, look at the gap with the previous one, and prepare well for the coming year. ”

"In addition, there was a heavy score in the last place, and a second round of testing was required."

"Yu Murakami, Yuami Takagi, please come in."

Yu Murakami and a petite, ordinary-looking girl stood up.

Ishida gave the list to a staff, and everyone swarmed through.

Suzune Sakura lightly hammered Yuu Murakami's shoulder.

"Come on."

Yu Murakami turned around and smiled at her, his expression was a little excited, defeat had not yet come, and victory had not left him.

There is still a chance.

"Wait for my good news."

"Okay, let's do it together. If you fail, Aiyi-chan will be sad too. ”

"Really?"

Sakura Suzune scored 27 minutes, didn't look at his specific name, and waited quietly outside.

Murakami took a breath, suppressed the excitement on his face, and stepped back into the interview room.