The Ma family and his son must treat Fang Yi to a meal.
I couldn't refuse, so after I finished recording, I chose a nearby mutton hotpot restaurant and had a drink together.
According to the theory of evolution, when it comes to using it or losing it, Fang Yi has hardly developed this ability. He has returned to primitive times. Fortunately, the people at the table will always speak before him.
"Teacher Fang..." Xiao Ma could already shout, "People like you should have a lot of requests for you."
"Not much, after all, I just entered school."
“You’ve never recorded a video before?”
"Yes, there are cultural activities in elementary schools, junior high schools, and high schools..." Fang Yi thought of the school anniversary cameras that would appear regularly every year when he was on the platform. When he answered these words, he had a serious look on his face.
The little pony was stunned for a moment when he heard this. After looking at each other, he showed a smile that he thought he meant:
"In a while, there will be more people looking for you... As long as you have a little bit of space, just a little bit." He stretched out his index finger and thumb to measure.
"I'd like to lend you some good words." Fang Yi nodded, and the corners of his mouth curved just right to show his happiness.
As expected, the Ma family father and son were extremely satisfied when they saw this smile.
A thousand-mile horse always exists, but a bole does not always exist.
In fact, a thousand-mile horse is rare. What’s more, it is a thousand-mile horse in its juvenile stage.
The mutton hot pot gradually boiled, and the steam filled the air, covering Fang Yi on the main table, making it difficult to see clearly. The big horse elbowed the small horse and brought out a piece of good mutton slices.
Pony waved his hand, trying to disperse the smoke.
“Okay—let’s serve the food~~”
They all fell down.
The boiling steam subsided in an instant. The Ma family father and son saw it first. A pair of chopsticks reached into the hot soup and picked up a glistening slice of mutton, following their line of sight.
Pass it all the way to the owner's mouth.
chew.
In Ma Kun's life, he has never thought that mutton slices can be so delicious, as if they are glowing. He remembered the cartoon he once watched, "The Little Master of China". The dishes in it were all unique, and the people who ate them were also famous in the show.
, a person with good background.
He elbowed Pony Ma again, but unexpectedly this time he touched the opponent's elbow. The numb tendon hit him.
It’s really a heart-to-heart connection between father and son.
When Dama recovered, he thought to himself that this dish was naturally not enough.
"Waiter, another plate."
Fang Yi picked up another chopstick.
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Make up your mind immediately.
The recording times are initially scheduled three times, one for personal recording and the other two at random, waiting for other voice actors to arrange.
The role that Fang Yi received was not the protagonist after all. In the original "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", there was not much plot about the end of the Shu Kingdom, and in this cartoon, it was even deleted. It is for this reason that the Ma family and his son chose this kind of role.
If you have a little bit of say, you can make recommendations to the film producers. To save trouble, the film producers generally will not reject them.
Although dubbing is often mentioned loudly, in reality it is not taken seriously.
——"Okay, that's all for today's class... Student Fang Yi, when I passed by the guard room, there was a postal express for you waiting to be signed for."
On Thursday, the public class teacher who "can be bullied" said so.
In 2009, express delivery was not yet mainstream, and delivery took a long time. In order to prevent students from delaying things, sometimes teachers or counselors would remind them.
The classroom became quiet.
By this time, the group of people from the School of Drama, those with outstanding abilities, have begun to receive commercial acting orders, or more formal invitations from certain small production groups. Because producers are spread all over the world, when confirming cooperation relationships, it is often
Shipping contract.
In what way?
postal.
If someone else comes to pick up something like "express delivery", there is no need to pay attention. It may be a local product from his hometown. If it is him, no matter he knows it or not, if he follows his eyes and looks at it, in a college of this nature
, seeing such a face, everyone always feels:
Ah, that's right, it must be that thing.
Why haven’t I received the order yet? Damn it!
Will there be a new wave of skipping classes?
Looking at the crowd that had become even more sparse, the teacher also announced with a complicated expression after receiving Fang Yi's familiar nod of confirmation.
"get out of class is over."
Fang Yi finished writing "The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", but he hasn't finished reading it yet. He has been reading it intermittently in the evenings and in class these days. However, the time to return the book has come. The library of the Yangtze River Opera has stipulated that the maximum number of borrowing days is
There are seven days.
The bookmark is a sketch of his portrait that happened to fall last time. To this day, I still don’t know who made it. If it is returned, the author will take it back if he is willing.
He thought about it and took it out to look at again.
The paintings are really similar.
Although it is someone else's work, I should obtain part of the portrait rights. After all, I am here.
He took out the pencil, and this time he did not put it into the palm of his hand, but lightly drew a horizontal line on the back of the portrait.
One more lesson learned today.
On the way to return the books, he passed by the pines and cypresses in front of the library again. Although it was late autumn and the air was getting colder, the leaves were still hanging firmly and refused to fall to the ground. He stopped here for a short while before entering the library.
The books have to be put on the book return cart. Today, there is rarely anyone watching over the counter.
"Classmate, put the book here."
"OK."
The girl who answered him was a girl with a round head. Opposite her, there was another guy with long hair, wearing a slightly white denim jacket, who was constantly dividing a book into sections according to machine numbers.
Very enthusiastic.
Most of these supervisors are part-time students, and most of them are freshmen, because such jobs do not pay well and waste time that could be used for filming, practice, or taking a nap.
This is a job that is not very cost-effective.
Fang Yi stepped into the role of reasoner.
——The classmate who reviewed it probably took the book and flipped through it to check whether it was damaged. She was surprised and said, "There is something left in this book of yours." She took the bookmark and looked at it, and she became incoherent, "This
……this……"
Fang Yi shook his head, "It's not mine."
But this classmate really believed it. She asked the long-haired girl behind her, "Sister, there is an extra bookmark in the book. It is not for this classmate. What should I do?"
She held the sketch bookmark in her hand and said, "Although it's not in this book, but it's lost...it's a pity." She couldn't help but compare the person and the portrait, and gradually whispered.
The long-haired girl kept busy with what she was doing without looking back, "What book is it?"
"Xu...Xu Sanguan sells blood."
Enthusiastic classmates kept rubbing the covers of the books.
"Well, put it back. Maybe it was painted by someone else."
"But, senior sister, I know this book. There is no such painting in the book." She took out the painting and placed it in the center of her palm to look at it. This painting is indeed very similar to her.
A boy stood in front of the window, lowering his head and reading a book. The breeze blew by. The branches of pine and cypress vaguely stretched out behind him, trembling slightly.
How vivid. Even if the boy doesn't know him personally, is it really a beautiful thing to retreat like this and let the author know about it intentionally?
"This painting was painted by someone else. Maybe that person is looking for it." The long-haired girl said patiently, her voice neither fast nor slow, "Also, what if that person wants to take it back?"
"But!"
"Whatever the book looks like, it will look like when you return it. This is called returning it as it is. This is the rule of our library." The man rolled his eyes.
The enthusiastic classmate reluctantly put the bookmark back into the page. She just remembered the page number that Fang Yi put back. Then the girl with a round head, who was rare, suddenly raised her head and glared at classmate Fang.
snort!
Fang Yi felt helpless and went upstairs to find "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". He was used to writing biographies of characters and studying their lives. It was absolutely forbidden to dub a film like this without reading the original work.
Normal people should do it.
Standing at the junction of the first and second floors, the tempered glass reflected Fang Yi's pants, which were as black as the cover of the book he returned. The book he had not finished yet, Fang Yi somehow thought of the book he had memorized earlier.
He turned to his senior sister and looked back at the counter of the book return cart on the first floor.