Voice actor development system

Chapter 220 The Pigeon and the Pigeon
On the weekend of vacation, Suzuki Takuya did not slack fish. He worked hard during the weekdays, and now is the time to cook.

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"Suzuki-kun, you woke up so early." Chino Aiyi was sitting at the desk writing something, and looked up at him in shock when she heard the sound.

"Is it early?" Suzuki Takuya checked the time. "It's almost eight o'clock."

".You have something to do later."

"You know that too?"

"You don't get up earlier than ten o'clock on your rest day." Chino Aiyi gave him a blank look.

Suzuki Taku also recalled it, and it seemed to be the case. Since he had enough money, he didn't pay as much attention to getting up early, and he didn't even go to exercise for a long time.

"What are you writing about?"

Suzuki Takuya casually found a chair, picked up a piece of bread and began to chew, it was dry, and the burnt black on it proved the fact that it didn't taste very good, and he didn't know who baked it.

"A checklist for next week's new show."

"New show?"

"Well, the column tailored for me by the firm." Kayano Aiyi talked about this with a happy smile.

"what type is it."

"I don't know what type it is, maybe it's a chat type?"

"Very good, congratulations." Suzuki Takuya originally asked casually, but after getting the answer, he focused on the breakfast in front of him.

"Do you have any free time next week? You can come over and be a guest. This is the first issue. It's very memorable." Kayano Aiyi smiled.

"If you lack someone, you can find me. I still have some spare time."

"Then I'll let the firm communicate with your agent."

"Okay." Suzuki Takuya swallowed his last mouthful, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth, put on his coat and prepared to go out.

The trams on holidays are still overcrowded, maybe the social animals still get up early and go out even on holidays, Takuya Suzuki thought while standing in the carriage.

After a few stops, he was almost there when an empty seat became available next to him. After hesitating for a while, he chose to give up the idea of ​​competing for a seat with several young people. There was no need.

"Shibuya station is here, Shibuya station is here~"

Accompanied by the familiar broadcast sound, Suzuki Takuya got out of the car and went to a mahjong parlor.

"welcome."

The mahjong parlor doesn't take up much space, but the waiters are very pretty. This kind of knee-length skirt and black stockings poked his XP.

"Private Room 1 reserved by my friend."

"Follow me, please," the waitress said softly.

The graceful figure of the waiter leading the way in front kept attracting his attention, Suzuki Taku also took a deep breath, recalling the wives in Two-dimensional, his eyes became clear again.

"Suzuki is here." Sitting in the private room, Fushimi Tsukasa greeted with a smile.

Suzuki Takuya looked at the half-empty tea on the table and knew that the two people inside had been in for a while.

"The road is a bit congested, and it's not even nine o'clock."

"It's okay, there's still one who hasn't arrived, let's sit down and have a cup of tea first." Fushimi took out a clean cup from the cabinet next to him, picked up the teapot and poured a full cup.

"... Kawahara-san hasn't arrived yet? I thought he was a very punctual person."

Suzuki Taku also entered this private room, which proved that the people behind would be late, and his title of card point king is not in vain.

"You will know after a long time. He is actually the least punctual. Let me introduce you. This is Duhang." Fushimi pointed to the inch-cut young man next to him.

It is true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and he looks about the same age as him. Who would have thought that he is a light novel writer whose works are selling well.

"Hello, hello, I've seen you for a long time." Suzuki Takuya shook hands with him, and it's always right to come up to talk about business.

As a result, Du Hang seemed unexpectedly shy, the kind who couldn't say a word for a long time, he was hesitant to speak all the time, and he was suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Don't worry, he's just like this, with a flawed personality." Fushimi waved his hand.

"You have a flawed character." Du Hang choked him.

"Well, let me add that he speaks more fluently when he curses."

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Suzuki Taku also took a sip of the tea, not understanding why the tea in this place is sweet, with sugar added?

"No, I remember Duhang was quite active in the group, wasn't he? He was the one who talked the most every day." He seemed to have remembered something.

"I'm just nervous about speaking in reality, but it's okay to type on the keyboard online."

Okay, it's very beaver.

"It will be fine if we get to know each other a few more times. He is just nervous when seeing strangers." Fushimiji explained.

"understood."

"So why hasn't Kawahara come here? It's almost 09:30."

"Maybe it's a traffic jam?" Suzuki Takuya guessed.

Fushimi sneered: "Believe it or not, he will say that he went to bed late last night writing the manuscript, so he didn't wake up this morning?"

"Not so much."

"You wait." Before he finished speaking, Reki Kawahara walked into the private room led by the long-legged waiter.

"Brothers, I'm sorry. Last night, I worked on the manuscript until early in the morning. I slept a little late. I just woke up not long ago." Reki Kawahara yawned, as if he really didn't sleep well.

"Absolutely, can you guess this?"

Du Hang explained softly next to him: "He Kawahara uses this excuse every time, and everyone who came out with him knows it."

".That's it."

"Okay, everyone is here, let's play two laps before going to the party." Fushimi stretched out his hand and turned on the mahjong machine, and there was a buzzing sound inside.

"You can still play for two hours." Reki Kawahara looked at his watch. "Or today's party pigeons are lost, anyway, it's useless, playing mahjong for a day is fine."

"Come on, I still want to see the world, I haven't been to any official event yet."

Suzuki Taku was also shocked. Can the big guys at the party held by the library still be able to do it? That's too strong.

"It's not interesting to go there, it's just a part of mutual bragging." Reki Kawahara is very experienced in this, after all, he is an old author who has been writing for several years.

Fushimi pressed the dice button in the middle, raised his head and said: "Let's start first, and we will talk about whether we will go or not."

Suzuki Takuya shrugged, and started today's daily meal.

The cards in his hand were always drawn, and the cards were of good quality. Dealer Ji also directly dealt him a Dongfeng as expected, letting him enter the draw.

"Stand straight."

".What's the matter with you?" Sitting next to him, Fushimi looked at him in a daze.

"Basic exercise, play cards quickly."

Fushimi hesitated for a while, and chose to cut the edge and go out: "[-]."

"Rong! Two Lizhi, One Fa, Red Treasure Card, Mixed One Color, a total of 18000 points."

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"Don't think that you don't need to pay for it just because you're in a daze there. Hurry up and pay the bill, and the next one will come." Suzuki Taku also curled his lips.

The situation in the second game was exactly the same as the previous game, it was still two sets and one serve, Fushimi Tsukasa's brain was bleeding from playing cards.

(End of this chapter)