Before entering the door, Mizukura Yui took a special look at what he was wearing, made sure it was neat, and finally cut his bangs and hairstyle to adjust his perfect smile.

Knocked lightly on the door, and then probed in.

"Good morning."

Today, the office is as calm as ever.

Mr. President is still wearing headphones and typing on the keyboard, looking restrained from his desire to microphone.

The old-timer on the sofa, Zhu Da Caimeow, was holding a thick tablebook in his hand, drawing in circles with a pen in his hand, and stopping to write, looking quite serious.

Mizukura Yui consciously took off the thick cold-resistant heavy armor ordered by his parents, twisted his neck unnaturally, and then carefully hung a pair on the hanger at the door and replaced it with the slippers that Mr. Chihara had specially placed before leaving yesterday.

She timidly sat down on the couch, took out her animated script from her bag, and pretended to read it.

It's a pretense indeed.

Because Miss Zhuda Caimeow can't think that this state of secretly glancing at herself after reading the book for a few seconds will be a serious study of the script.

"Mizukura-san, are you also a lily attribute?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"No, it's not!" Mizukura hurriedly waved his hand in denial.

"No, it's a pity, it's so cute, and it suits my appetite......" Zhuda seemed to be very regretful.

"Huh?"

Mizukura-san suddenly felt as if this place was dangerous.

Although Miss Aya Meow then explained very seriously that she was really just joking, and that she was just learning a friend of Sakura who she had met in the LM office next door.

But Yui Mizukura still secretly looked at Miss Saimeow with strange eyes.

"I regret it." Zhuda Aya sighed and said, "Why is it that Chihara has touched your hair, but she can still avoid the category of lust in your heart, and I will be treated differently by the little girl just by laughing." ”

She was very dissatisfied with the differential treatment of her younger sisters.

Mizukura thought for a moment before replying: "Probably, Chihara's predecessors have that kind of indifferent temperament all over their bodies, it's hard to believe that this kind of person has any thoughts." ”

Zhuda Caimeow thought about it and nodded approvingly.

It doesn't matter what it feels like, except for eating and sleeping, there doesn't seem to be anything to worry about, even the bickering is up to the point, and it stops when you want to.

It's neither a positive indifference to bad things, nor a negative indifference to good things.

It's like a kind of leisure, I don't care about anything, I just want to live a peaceful life, and I can spend a day at a time.

Zhuda Caimeow sighed why the whole person even Asassi's way is a middle-aged and elderly man, and there is no Japanese drama-style handsome style.

It's really hard to find the shadow of a young man in him.

There seems to be one exception, but it has little to do with Miss Rainbow.

That encounter with Sakura-san was a rare revelation of his true nature.

After all, people can't help but rejoice when they reminisce about their gaming days.

It's just a pity that this rare happy hour is now only a stormy mud truck charge, and there is no interest in having fun at all.

As a result, Mr. Chihara doesn't even want to play the game anymore.

"By the way, where did Chihara-senpai go?" Mizukura looked left and right, and it seemed that he couldn't see the figure who was busy in the office.

As soon as he was mentioned, Zhuda Caimeow felt a faint pain in his stomach that he hadn't eaten breakfast today, smiled and snorted a little unpleasantly.

She said hatefully: "He, he went to record today, and he is a nameless passerby again." ”

"Passers-by?" Mizukura Yui was a little surprised.

Caimeong sighed and replied, "Yes, passerby." ”

To this, the agent Hirata also nodded regretfully.

……

For a talented person like Mr. Chihara, it can be a grievance to be a passerby, even if he doesn't care.

I even feel that it is a blessing to have something to eat, and it seems that I have beaten 99% of people by relying on Hirata.

After all, if there is no relationship in this circle, most people won't even be able to receive a soy sauce scene for a good animation.

If you check carefully, you can even find cartoons produced with a large budget, and any character in it is a person from a big-name firm in the industry, and it is basically chartered by the heads.

The industry looks glamorous, but people outside can't see those who can't get jobs, so they can only try to submit resumes during the day, go to a cheap animation group to audition passerby roles, and go to a convenience store at night to work as a voice actor to barely support themselves.

However, Mr. Chihara is still lucky, after all, after selling the house, his savings have increased a lot, and the tuition fee of 500,000 yuan a year will be covered by the scholarship of 800,000 yuan next year, and he will still have a balance of 300,000 yuan, and his life can be regarded as good, so his part-time job is more like rubbing rice.

It's not like Makoto Matsuda, the voice actor of the main character of this anime, who only sleeps three hours a day and spends the rest of his time working.

The cartoon recorded today is called "The Pet Girl of Sakura Village", and it is very cute when you hear the name.

There were fewer people in the studio, and there weren't many people crowded on the seats in the lounge outside.

So Mr. Chihara, who had finished drinking Coke, took the initiative to throw the can in his hand into the trash, pinched his notebook and chose an empty seat where no one was there.

He rarely looks at the script of the passer-by character carefully, anyway, just a few words, and he doesn't need to study more.

The mood is simple, either secondary two, or bland, or a common gangster role on campus.

Seriously figure out the psychological activities of the characters?

No, it is enough to stay on the surface.

What acting skills are not acting, what explosiveness, that is something that only the main servants need to consider, and it has nothing to do with passers-by.

To put it bluntly, even the voice and timbre should be mediocre, but being too eye-catching will fall into the limelight of the protagonists, steal the show, and make the audience's attention suddenly attracted to you, ruining the viewing experience.

No way, the world of passers-by is so cruel that even a good voice can be a sin.

"Kamiguesa-san, I like you, can you please have a relationship with me? (Sincere first love confession tone)"

"Ah...... Is that so...... (disappointed, hesitant, reluctant)"

"I won't give up, I must make you like me! (Perseverance and determination)"

It is very common for passers-by to confess to the female role, and even the lines seem to have been copied directly.

Mr. Chihara casually drew a few strokes on it as a mark, plus a tone of tone and a pause, and read it softly a few times, and when he was satisfied, he pressed the cap of the pen and stuffed it back into the inner pocket of his coat.

Yes, even in the air-conditioned room, he was still wearing that coat, and he originally wanted to finish recording, but he was just trying a few more voices, and when the superintendent shouted that he was satisfied, he would run away when he came out, saving him the trouble of going back and forth with a strip.

It's a pity that it seems a bit taken for granted now.

The heating in the room seems to be a little high, at least Mr. Chihara is reluctant to turn it on at home, even if Miss Caimeow was present last night, it didn't turn it on so high.

30℃？ These people don't take health seriously, do they?

So with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, he could only choose to take off his clothes temporarily, but the one inside was neither a sweater nor underwear.

It's a cotton white shirt.

It's just that there doesn't seem to be a place to put the coat that has just been taken off.

The chairs in the lounge are those with horizontal benches, no backrests, no armrests, and no hangings in the room.

So he had no choice but to fold his coat in half and place it on his lap for the time being.

To tell the truth, it's a bit like the anti-walking cloth used by girls.

"If you don't dislike it, you can put it here with me."

The girl who appeared next to her suddenly touched him at a loss, and gently patted the white bag next to her, indicating that it could be covered on it.

Chihara's eyes wandered, and he was a little hesitant, after all, he really hadn't seen this woman.

His throat rolled, his lips moved slightly, and he didn't make a sound at first, but after a while there was finally movement:

"Okay, thank you."

Chihara slowly turned sideways and covered her clothes.

The girl looked at his somewhat stiff movements, and said with a smile: "There's no need to be too nervous, in fact, it's the same as in the animation, let's take it as acquaintances for the time being, get familiar with it in advance, and save yourself from making mistakes later." ”

Same as animation?

He frowned and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Oh yes, I haven't introduced myself yet."

She just suddenly.

The girl gently stretched out her palm, her eyebrows stretched, and her tone was sunny: "The grass in the well is fragrant, and the yarn is woven in the morning." ”

"It's nice to meet you, the classmate who failed to confess."

The eldest boy, named Chihara, swallowed his saliva and touched the white palm with some hesitation and unnaturalness.

"Passerby character, Chihara."

"Please take care of us when we meet for the first time."