Chapter five hundred and seventy-two is not a small problem
I saw a few of them leaving.
Tang Zhan doesn't plan to go back now. He is also afraid that he won't be able to bear Zhuge Dali's temptation: "Sister Yifei, this is not a small problem."
"What's wrong?"
Hu Yifei looked at Tang Zhan in surprise.
So does everyone else.
They really don't understand.
Isn't it because singing with curry paste made my voice hoarse?
Is this a big deal?
It's already late at night anyway.
It will be dawn in three or four hours.
Tang Zhan planned to delay for a while. Zhuge Dali went to school during the day. Although he had to be busy with his own work, he still had time to rest.
"The problem is really big."
"It's no worse than the problems of Meijia and Ziqiao."
"So serious?" Zhuge Dali thought that the problem had been solved and wanted to take Tang Zhan back now. Tang Zhan actually said that their problem was on the same level as Chen Meijia and Lu Ziqiao. It seemed like it was really a big problem.
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Tang Zhan was not looking for trouble for no reason.
It's not just to delay time.
In his opinion, Curry Sauce, Zhang Wei, and Zhao Haitang do have problems.
He plans to let Zhao Haitang and Zhang Wei go first.
Tang Zhan looked at the curry sauce: "Let me talk about your problem first."
Curry sauce suddenly became nervous.
Because every time Tang Zhan talked about her problems, he almost always criticized her severely.
Tang Zhan looked very serious: "What is your dream?"
"You can write it."
Curry Sauce didn’t hesitate to write the word ‘dubbing’ on the paper.
"You also know that your dream is dubbing?" Tang Zhan said with a teasing tone: "I'm asking you a question, why have you been working hard to prepare for the adult college entrance examination recently?"
Curry Sauce wrote on the paper again, 'Enter college and learn dubbing.'
Tang Zhan asked two questions in a row.
Zhuge Dali seemed to understand something.
Hu Yifei was also thoughtful.
Tang Zhan's tone was very serious: "In your current state, do you think you can dub?"
"Since you want to fulfill your dream and become a voice actor, your vocal cords are the foundation for you to settle down in this industry."
"You don't even care about your vocal cords."
"You're stupid to say it's simpler."
"To put it harshly, you are ruining your future and your vocal cords are slowly committing suicide."
After listening to what Tang Zhan said, although it was a bit cruel, it was very reasonable.
As a voice actor, if your vocal cords fail, what's the use of theoretical knowledge no matter how good you are?
Zhuge Dali thought at first that Tang Zhan was venting his depressed emotions. After listening to Tang Zhan talk about the curry sauce problem, she suddenly realized that this was indeed a very serious problem: "To put it simply, the vocal cords are actually two pieces.
Muscles are no different from normal muscles. Vocal cords can still be strained, and they can also cause irreversible damage or degeneration due to improper use, and a series of incurable injuries."
Curry Sauce didn't care that much at first. After hearing what Tang Zhan and Zhuge Dali said, he immediately panicked and hurriedly wrote on a piece of paper: "It won't affect my career as a voice actor, right?"
Tang Zhan doesn't want to be serious all the time: "Once or twice may not be a big problem. If you don't pay attention, even if you can be a voice actor in the future, you will probably only be able to voice villains, such as the old witch in fairy tales."
A picture appeared in Curry Sauce's mind, which made her shake her head in fright.
Tang Zhan looked at Zhuge Dali and planned to implement his plan.