Warm up naturally

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When Lao Qin told him about Xu Xiao's family and asked him to take care of him, he thought Xu Xiao was a poor little cabbage, and felt very distressed.

When Lin Ning saw this equipment in his dormitory for the first time, his eyes were straightened.

But think about it, the recorded dry sound has no background noise at all, which is enough to show how advanced the equipment is.

Xu Xiao turned on the computer, and adjusted the height of the microphone while waiting for it to turn on.

He had already recorded the first two episodes of the second issue of "Fate Fox", and wanted Lin Ning to record the first two episodes first, and then the two of them would start to match together, in the form of dialogue in the script.

Xu Xiao opened the script for him, and the script was marked with colorful shading, so that CV could accurately see the part he wanted to match, but it still hurts the eyes if there are a lot of them mixed together.

Xu Xiao would get used to it and re-typeset it every time, making the line spacing between each sentence wider.

Xu Xiao didn't pull out his own part because he had to combine what other characters said and then look at the context of the notes. It would be more convenient to pull it out and put it in another document.

Some bigwigs in the network supporting circle do this, because they already have a thorough understanding of this character, and they know exactly what scene that sentence happened in, so they can do this.

Xu Xiao feels that he is not yet a great master, so he should take his time and gradually adapt to himself.

Lin Ning sat down, and Xu Xiao moved another chair and sat down.

"Let me read the script." Lin Ning first read the script from head to toe, and then asked Xu Xiao which part he had assigned to before.

Then he coughed and started recording.

Xu Xiao sat on the side and looked at him. When his first word came out of his throat, Xu Xiao felt——he matched well, and that feeling came up.

He is Chu Xuan now, every time he reads a word, the conversation between Qing Yi and him emerges in Xu Xiao's mind.

I used to feel that his sense of drama was stronger than my own when YY was pulling the table, and as long as I found the right feeling, I could match it all the way to the end.

And Xu Xiao can't, Xu Xiao has to separate each sentence and adjust the state of each sentence, it doesn't mean that the sex match is not good.In fact, it's okay, but Xu Xiao thinks that he can match better, so he has to demand almost harshly from himself.

Lin Ning recorded very quickly, except for pausing when he muttered or occasionally cleared his throat, he quickly and smoothly recorded the dry sounds of the first two acts.

He was still very serious when recording, so he didn't notice Xu Xiao's eyes, which were filled with admiration and admiration.

After Lin Ning finished recording the first two scenes, he clicked on the recording file of CE and listened to it again. He felt quite satisfied, so he looked at Xu Xiao and motioned him to come and match the next content together.

Xu Xiao withdrew her gaze, pulled a chair and sat beside Lin Ning.

Lin Ning pulled the script document to the third act, took a cursory look at it, Xu Xiao was also reading the script, the content of the third act was that Chu Xuan and Qing Yi were thirsty on the way to Beijing to catch the exam and entered a certain roadside Drinking tea in a tea shed, Qing Yi secretly opened his coat because he was a fox and it was so hot that he was raped by the owner of the tea shed.

Then Chu Xuan got into a fight with the boss, demolished the tea shed, and smashed the tea bowls all over the floor.

This is the plot of the third act, and there are quite a lot of lines in this scene of the two of them.

The two started looking for a status, Lin Ning turned the wheat towards him, and the first sentence was from Chu Xuan.

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"Come on, on this hot day, there happens to be a tea shed, let's go in and have a rest."

Qing Yi nodded yes, and raised his hand to wipe his sweat: "My fur is going to be burned by the sun."

"Don't always put the fur on your lips, are you afraid that others will not know?" Chu Xuan took out a white folding fan from the basket, which had not been painted on, and fanned it towards Qingyi.

The two entered the tea shed step by step.

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Lin Ning suddenly reached out and pressed the pause button. Xu Xiao was interrupted just as he was about to say the next line.

"Aren't you tired of moving the mic around? Come here." Lin Ning pulled the person onto his lap, so that he didn't have to keep moving the mic when he shared the same mic.

Xu Xiao was not hypocritical, and sat firmly on Lin Ning's lap, and found that he would not be blocked by himself from reading the script, so he reached out and pressed the mouse to press the pause button.

ce started to continue recording.

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The owner of the tea shed was very considerate, and even personally brought some cooling fans over to fan Qingyi.Said that he couldn't bear to let such a beautiful character be heated.

The folk customs in my country are very open, and everyone has a heart for beauty. Seeing beautiful people, regardless of gender, will make people fascinated.

Qingyi unbuttoned her outer shirt, sweating all over her body.

"Thank you, if you have iced sour plum soup, give me two bowls."

Qing Yi put a handful of money on the table.

In addition to tea and white water, tea sheds usually prepare some iced sour plum soup in hot summer, which is a little expensive.

"Put on the outer shirt first, and then bear with it." After Chu Xuan finished speaking, his voice was lowered and he said softly: "I saw a water source not far away, after you go out, you will change back to your original shape and go to the water to cool off."

Qing Yi had no choice but to wipe off her sweat and reluctantly re-fasten her outer shirt.

The owner of the tea shed came over with two bowls of sour plum soup and sat down beside Qing Yi.

"This soup is my treat."

Qing Yi thought to herself: "Why doesn't he continue to fan me?"