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Ink and silk bamboo: the incomprehensible style is over, no one should stop me from talking about life with the author_(:зゝ∠)_pilipili collection address→

Huang Che'an threw the Weibo screenshots into a QQ group, and the group was lined up with [@风吹红草].

The owner, Feng Chui Bauhinia, said "heh" coldly, and then a vest in the group was a soft and cute girl who could be pushed by the group owner.

There was another formation in the group [233333333 Luo Zhuqing, you kid is playing games and hitting demons, right].

Huang Che'an, a student who graduated from the Music Department of University Z, with his network ID Luohuaji, formed a studio with several seniors in the school, named cleansky's studio.The main work is dubbing, post-processing and occasional planning. The work is very easy, the salary is stable, and the small life is very nourishing.

That's right, it is the cleansky studio that mainly produces games, fan dramas and radio dramas, and occasionally comics and animations, and is only responsible for digging and filling holes, which is very slow.

Today is the second day of the New Year's Day holiday.

Yesterday, Huang Che'an went to the recently opened Nansha Amusement Park with a few colleagues and his temporary guardian, Neighbor Liang.Although the temporary guardian, Mr. Liang, loves to complain, hurts people more than his life, and likes to kill with one blow the most, he is a very kind person, and he sent Huang Che'an back very responsibly.

When Huang Chean came back, Zhou Wei had already left without a trace of cloud.

Except for mobile phones.

Although Huang Che'an knows Zhou Wei's temperament quite well, if the local tyrant has nothing to do, just take me to pretend and let me fly.But it can’t be like this, you say, right?

Zhou Wei's mobile phone is quite monotonous. It belongs to the kind where you open the desktop by swiping the default screen lock when you turn on the screen.

Zhou Wei is the only dog ​​who escaped from the group in the studio, and he also brought his partner here for everyone to see, unconsciously showing affection and sincerely wanting to be burned to death by the FFF group.Just when Huang Che'an was about to flip through the text messages secretly to see if there was anything hot, the phone suddenly buzzed and shook. Huang Che'an was so frightened that he let go of his hand, and Zhou Wei's Samsung fell onto his lap with a thud, and his thigh felt a burst of pain. There was a pain.

Huang Chean endured the pain and answered the phone with his little hands shaking.There was a hello on the other end of the phone, and it was not Zhou Wei who heard the voice, but Zhou Wei's partner.

Zhou Wei's partner said something on the other end of the phone, Xiao Wei's phone was connected, and there was a sound that sounded like soldiers fleeing in chaos, and Zhou Wei's voice sounded after a long time: "Sorry, we are cleaning the room."

Mom, didn't I hit the aftermath!Huang Che'an's whole body is a bit unwell.

"I'm going to visit your house again around the middle of the month, and I'll probably stay for a few days. Are you free?"

"Yes, yes." Huang Che'an acted like a dog, showing no shame at all, "As usual, I don't care about food."

"Okay, let's talk." Zhou Wei was calling his partner on the phone to say forget about cooking today and order takeaway.

Fuck, don't pull hatred so full.Huang Che thought about it, and then subconsciously said: "It's a pity that you don't become mt, Lao Zhou."

"What did you say?" Zhou Wei asked.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, I just asked if you still want to give me your phone." Huang Che'an's face-changing has reached a level that no one can match, and he is so perfect.

"I'll get it when I go to your house." Zhou Wei was discussing which set meal to order, and it was inconvenient to say something here and there. When it was time, I hung up the phone very simply and neatly.

Pooh.Huang Chean stared viciously at the ending call on Zhou Wei's cell phone, cursing the evil social capitalism in his heart.

Today around 12 o'clock in the evening, Huang Che'an returned home after dinner, and Zhou Wei sent him a list of tasks for late January and early February.Zhou Wei deserves to be an evil social capitalist. He is not polite at all when he squeezes out his employees. The work schedule is from the 6th to the [-]th of February, and there is no room at all.

In fact, it's not Zhou Wei's deliberate oppression. Whenever there are some festivals, every studio scratches its head and puts out some novelty programs, and Cleansky Studio is no exception.However, their studio is as lazy as they can, except for a few festivals from the end of December to February when they can’t avoid it, so they rush to rush to work, work overtime to make plans, and when they get through, the farmers stand up and sing, and the days from now on Just look brand new.

Ah bah, this is really not the historical point after the founding of New China.

Recently, pilipili has a well-known up master who is very active. The main name of the up is Shui Mo Si Zhu, and the person whose ID looks quite artistic is not necessarily a girl, but may also be a cute boy.Shui Mo Si Zhu is not only a boy, but also a 25-year-old young man with a charming voice and a pretense of tenderness.About the age is written on Baidu Encyclopedia, it is said to be an interview at a fan meeting a long time ago.But it doesn't matter, Huang Che'an can guarantee that most of the little girls who like this up master are because of his voice.

The Spring Festival planning of Cleansky studio is a radio drama, Zhou Wei counts and counts that there are only a few short people, and the replacement will affect the effect, and most of the personnel list has not been finalized until these few days.But Zhou Wei, one of the male protagonists in the third act, tried the voice actors in the studio and was not satisfied. He intends to borrow someone from other studios or invite an up master who will play live games or focus on cover songs on pilipili.However, other studios are also working overtime to catch up with the progress, and it is difficult to spare manpower to support if they want to help.Later, Luo Zhuqing recommended a few voices that met the requirements in the field of cover songs and game live broadcasts, and Zhou Wei picked and picked and finally settled on two up masters.However, one of the up masters has already taken over the work of another studio, and there is only one up master left.

That's right, it is ink silk and bamboo.

Since Huang Che'an was the most idle one in Cleansky's studio, he was given the task of handing over the olive branch.

Why do I keep getting shot?Huang Che'an wanted to cry when he chatted with Lin Ran in private.

Because you are stupid.Lin Ran said.

Fuck (#Д)!Huang Che'an typed and pressed Enter to reply, reduced the QQ chat window, and then maximized a browser window.The interface is the private message interface of ○lang Weibo, and the recipient of the private message is ink silk and bamboo.After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the content of the private message, Huang Che'an simply pressed send, which took an unknown number of seconds.

Falling Blossom Season: Hello, sorry to bother you _(:зゝ∠)_!I’m Falling Blossom Season w from cleansky studio. Our studio is planning a radio drama recently. Bauhinia thinks that Da Da’s voice is very suitable for a character, so I would like to ask if Da Da’s voice can be dubbed if you’re free.

The other party was online and quickly replied to Huang Che'an.

Ink silk and bamboo: w is fine.Private messages are not convenient for us to use QQ to talk in detail?

Blooming season: ▽OKOKOK!

Then Huang Che'an simply and neatly sent his QQ over.

But he waited for a while and didn't receive an invitation from a QQ friend.

Instead, he received Liang or's QQ message.

Ink Sizhu: ...is it you when the flowers fall?

Eh? ! ! ! ! !Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !Eh!Eh!Eh!

Comrade Huang Che'an lost his vest gloriously at 1:2 p.m. on January 9.

We lighted the candle silently for him.

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