Chapter 103

Thank you so much Enda for the kofi! <333

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The whole scene froze for a second, then collapsed into the roars of laughter.

Audience 1: hahahahahahahahahhahaha! Im about to laugh myself crazy!!

Audience 2: Hahahaha, I just cant stan Ape Teacher any more than I already am!! o(*)

Audience 3: And Ape Teacher still freaking made an act of thinking about it for so long, hahahaha! o(*)

Audience 4: Lighting a candle for the Great G.o.d, hahaha! (lits candle)

Audience 5: Lighting a candle for the Great G.o.d! +1 (lits candle)

Audience 6: Lighting a candle for the Great G.o.d! +2 (lits candle)

Hahahaha, Qi Jing couldnt contain his laughter, slapping the table continuously, Lighting a candle for the Great G.o.d +3.

About whether it was copying, I believe that Longbow has already talked about it during the previous audition, so I wont go into that now. Lets focus on the current audition. Yuan Zhengming continued unhurriedly in a lukewarm tone. Speaking solely of the voice acting side of things, contestant No.10 is blessed with an extraordinary voiceits good material. But what I want to see is presentable clothes that can actually be worn, its no use if the fabric is good but wont hold through the cutting. Its not like Im really a gorilla, I cant just cover myself with cloth Eh, is contestant No.10 here?

Qi Jing was in the middle of wiping his eyes from laughing, but when he heard him say so, he quickly went to search through the channel member list, and sure enough,

Bronze Sparrow Terrace

wasnt there anymore. But honestly, it wouldnt be too considerate to make him stay theregiving this man a slap one after another without giving him time to gather his face back up would be just too much.

But after all, the great G.o.d truly was the great G.o.dafter he left the channel, two or three thousands people left with him as well with a grandeur, reminding one of an emperor going back with the court to his palace.

Eh Listening to feedback would actually be beneficial for him, but theres no way around it since the man isnt here. Yuan Zhengming didnt get fl.u.s.tered at all, only expressing his regret towards

Bronze Sparrow Terrace

giving up on such an opportunity to better himself. Since No.10 isnt here, then I will just say it bluntly. No.10s innate qualities are incredibly good, but his skills are lacking. Hes rather shallow with his understanding and didnt notice a lot of details in the first scene, as if no matter how he played it, it would be fine either way. What I heard the most was the No.10 himself, not the character, so I hope he will be more careful with it in the future.

Qi Jing laughed softly before the screen, He was also like this when playing in Trap, so theres no saving for him.

According to

Bronze Sparrow Terrace

s theory, audio drama belongs to the secondary franchiseits fine as long as the listeners express their satisfaction, and it doesnt matter whether it follows the original work or not. Preaching him about carefulness or whatsoever, it was bound to fail in the end.

Apropos, contestant No.10s voice was incomparably the most charismatic among all the contestants. Its so enchanting that its basically cheating, since it can easily hook the audience on him in a short amount of time. But the longer the time and the more numerous the lines, the easier it gets for it to fail under a detailed scrutiny.

Speaking up to this point, Yuan Zhengming suddenly had an epiphany. Ah! Thats right! Since No.10 had said that he used to do professional voice acting, just now I went out of my way to check the contestant files, and it seems like he had dabbled in advertis.e.m.e.nt voice acting before. And

now

I got itarent professional advertis.e.m.e.nts all about utilising a nice-sounding voice to sway people?

Qi Jing felt that its been a very long time since his stomach pain acted up. But if Yuan Zhengming continued his commentary like this, holding back on his laughter would surely cause him a stomachachetruly a harm to his health.

To not laugh himself dead before the computer, he decided to temporarily take his headphones off and scooped the oblivious Little Return Date from the side of his leg, lowering his head and messing its fur up giddily so as to weaken the urge to burst out laughing.

Meow meow~ Little Return Date put his paws on Qi Jings hand, as if realising its importance and hence proudly demanding more food for itself.

Of course, Qi Jing magnanimously offered it a couple of kibbles.

By the time Little Return Date finished staffing itself arduously with food, the entire feedback for the Qin Tuo audition had already finished and the channel entered the break in preparation for the next, Fang Yisheng audition.

Qi Jing used this time to check his phone. There wasnt even a single messagek2014;it seemed like the mother and son pair were still in the middle of a conversation. As an outsider, he shouldnt interfere at such time, but he couldnt help but worry.

Take your time chatting. Im fine here, so dont worry about me.

He clearly was already missing him so much that he had to use the recording to fend off the loneliness, yet either way he sent such a generous message, not wanting the other man to feel concerned about him. Originally, after finis.h.i.+ng typing in the above message, Qi Jing also typedBut I miss you very muchbelow, but after thinking for a bit, he still backpedalled and pressed the delete key.

If he wanted to be generous, then he should do that to the endhed better pretend a bit better.

Confirm, send.

Phew After sending the message, Qi Jing tossed the phone gently by the pillow, slumping on his back on the bed and taking a deep breath. He spoke to himself with a bitter chuckle, Just thinking that we wont see until tomorrow and that I wont have any body pillow to hug for tonight, it really feels so lonely.

Living in one place for a long time had a particular downsidehe was already used to the sight of each crook and cranny of the apartment, growing familiar with it, so the shadow of that person living under the same roof was also clear and vivid in his mind. Now, no matter where he looked, he was able to find the images of him standing there in his memory. Just like after seeing a film for way too many times, even when one closed their eyes they would still remember it deeplyit only took a simple item for the past image to form in their mind without them realising.

Deskthe place where Shen Yan would usually work.

Bookcasethe place where would silently take out a book for reading in his spare time.

The desk lamp, its light warmwhat he remembered the most about it was Shen Yans concentrated and gentle profile under this light; upon hearing him being called, he would turn over, then smile faintly, the lamp light spinning in those eyes.

And there was also the bed below him

That wont do, anything more and I wont be able to sleep tonight. Qi Jing shook his head, his ears reddening a bit as he firmly stopped this a.s.sociation from venturing any further. He sat up in one swift movement, deciding to find something unrelated that could divert his attention.

Coincidentally enough, there was a DM notification flickering on his weibo. It was none other than his soon-to-be opponent he was about to face in half an hour,

Crossing the bridge noodles

.

With how unmerciful he was with

Bronze Sparrow Terrace

that evening, he was obviously aware of what kind of reaction it would spark, so he straight up closed his QQ, only leaving weibo and YY in an online state. To avoid having to see the great G.o.ds fans cursing him out, he even disabled the comment functions on his weibo, and his private messages wouldnt notify him of the DMs from users he didnt follow, so there was no harm in staying there.

And there was also the fact that he and

Crossing the bridge noodles

had already messaged each other before, so the system notified him directly.

CV Crossing the bridge noodles

: Return Date, please hit me up if youre there.

CV Dont ask for my return date

: Im here.

Currently Qi Jing chose to change the status to offline, but

Crossing the bridge noodle

s activity feed was lit up, so he was most probably online all that time. As expected, after he replied, the other was also quick to react.

CV Crossing the bridge noodles

: Good evening.

CV Dont ask for my return date

: Good evening. ^^

CV Crossing the bridge noodles

: I remember that you said that its not convenient for you because of your injured hand, so can we talk on the call?

CV Dont ask for my return date

: Mhm, but temporarily I dont want to open QQ Sorry.

CV Crossing the bridge noodles

: I also thought so. We can also use the voice chat on YY. Come to this room, I often go there myself. Theres very few people there, so its convenient to talk.

After saying this, he sent a room number.

Upon seeing it, Qi Jing couldnt help but laughwasnt this the dedicated channel for the small n.o.bodies to hone their skills, Chitter-chatter? Could it be that

Noodles

was also a frequent visitor there?

He logged in and entered the small room as per

Crossing the bridge noodles

instructions.

Although there was no pa.s.sword for the room itself, at that time, there was not a single person with channel points there, so there was no need to be secretive. And thats even though

Noodles

started off with the currently most sensitive topic of the online voice acting circle. I listened to your audition for Qin Tuo before.

Eh? So

Crossing the bridge noodles

actually listened to the compet.i.tion just now? As the official CP of

Bronze Sparrow Terrace

, this really was

interesting

. He didnt even know what

Noodles

standing was.

Qi Jing laughed shortly, then asked deliberately, What are your thoughts after listening to it?

Hmf, Bronze Sparrow Terrace had it coming.

Crossing the bridge noodles

was completely unperturbed, with not a sliver of empathy for the other man. If the Moss s.h.i.+ppers were to learn about it, they would probably cry themself unconscious in their toilets, every roll of the toilet paper wasted on their tears.

You dont think that its me whos a thankless b.a.s.t.a.r.d who falsely accuses him? Qi Jing was very curious about it.

With a bit of a.n.a.lytic thinking, its clear as a day who falsely accused whom. The content of that post in the forum seems almost logical at the first glance, but its all built on the premise that you and Bronze Sparrow Terrace met in real life. But it just happens that theres not a single evidence to prove it, so everything following is complete nonsense.

Hearing that single nonsense, Qi Jing remembered the others mysterious ability to refute any falsehoods on weibohim choosing to not believe

Bronze Sparrow Terrace

was to be expected.

Thats why he laughed quietly, Thank you. But Noodles, you shouldnt say that publicly. Youre different from me, you share so many of your fans with the great G.o.d, so involving yourself with it would not end up well.

Crossing the bridge noodles

didnt respond. He probably already understood what Qi Jing was saying very well in his heartthis muddy water should better be left unstirred.

Thats right, Noodles, are you sure your mic is set up properly? Your volume is really low. To conclude this silent spell between them, Qi Jing first laughed a bit to break the silence. Actually, even from the beginning he thought that the others mics sound output was too small. Or maybe it should be said that he spoke too quietly, always suppressing his voice to the quietest. It was a bit hard to hear his words clearly for him, so he brought attention to it in pa.s.sing.

The person on the other side of the call hesitated for a moment, clearly wanting to say something, but also unable to.

Right now its not really convenient for me to

speak in a big voice.

Before he even finished saying this, a slightly hoa.r.s.e voice suddenly appeared in Qi Jings headphonesvery low and m.u.f.fled, as if coming from a relatively close distance. The voice was one he heard before, and it also was one he couldnt possibly not recognize. Who are you talking to?

Eh

Qi Jing blanked for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he sucked in a mouthful of air inaudibly, holding his breath as he instinctively pressed a hand on his lips, as if out of fear of carelessly calling that ID in the next moment.

The voice disappeared for two seconds, and when it could be heard again, it appeared to sound a little bit more awake than a moment before. Is that Return Date Then there was a rustle of the cloth as someone in the background was in the middle of changing his posture, probably thinking of how he should get up.

Qi Jing jolted on his seat, then suddenly, his heart started to race, his whole face growing red. He was just considering whether he should continue to listen, only to hear

Crossing the bridge noodles

say in a heavy voice, What are you doing, lie down, with a sound of cloth moving to be heard next, now even louder than previously.

Qi Jings was now completely blank, leaving him unable to say a single word.

Uh That man groaned, seemingly now further away. Then, the sound of clothes rustling continued, intermittent but unceasing, as if the person wouldnt accept having to lay down, yet it only ended up being pushed down every timehis low pants could be heard brus.h.i.+ng lightly by the mic.

So close that it couldnt get any closer.

Could you be a bit more gentle towards a sick person? The man asked in a low voice like a tender whisper, Hm?

No wonder the former great G.o.d, the mere earnest tone completely changed the quality of his voiceeven the slight change in intonation at the end of his words left it with a particular flavour.

And this way of speaking just by someones ear, just listening to it could make one melt.

Although Qi Jing didnt go as far as melting, the fact that the mans voice could be heard in the background itself was big enough of an impact to his heart, momentarily making his face and ears blush beetroot red.

You shall not eavesdrop, you shall not eavesdrop

Qi Jing chanted those four words quickly like a sort of mantra, stuttering a bit as he spoke, So-sorry, I didnt know that you were I mean, you two continue.

Just as he was about to exit the YY room,

Crossing the bridge noodles

surprised him by stopping him from going, tossing a short Wait a moment, Return Date, dont go, before muting the mic quickly.

Qi Jing could only stay, not daring to go.

Within the mere few minutes of his wait, tens of scenarios managed to already flash by in Qi Jings mind. But even like this, he still couldnt recover from the shock for the longest time.

By the time

Crossing the bridge noodles

unmuted his mic, five minutes had pa.s.sed already.

Im sorry, I can talk normally now, That guys breathing was a bit rushed, he was still trying his best to calm it down. But when he spoke the second part, he paused for a bit, not only not raising his voice back but even lowering it more, I made that guy go back to sleep. Im in the living room now, so you can talk.

Go back to sleep

In the living room

Since he used the words go back, then that should mean that the man was presumably in the middle of sleeping at the beginning And if the place just now wasnt the living room, then it was most probably the bedroom.

So in the end, what the h.e.l.l happened in these five minutesQi Jing really wanted to ask this. But as a principled gentleman who wouldnt pry into others private matters, he still chose to swallow this question back.

But he could still ask a bit about the matter that already had a more than clear answer. The person just now Was it Sleek horses run fast? He couldnt possibly mistake that voice.

Mhm. This time he sounded a bit more at ease than a moment earlier, but his voice was still very soft. Qi Jing has never heard

Crossing the bridge noodles

speak like this, just as he never heard

Sleek horses run fast

speak like

that

. Thats also why his innate curiosity of a reporter got sparked, its embers getting harder and harder to contain, roaring higher the more they burned.

So he coughed lightly once. He how is he?

He has a fever, forty degrees.

Ah. Qi Jing exclaimed in surprise. He didnt think that guy really fell illhe actually felt an immeasurable shame for letting his mind stray so far the different route just now, so he quickly cleared his throat and steered the topic back to the proper direction. He was still just fine yesterday, why did he become like this today?

At this time,

Crossing the bridge noodles

chuckled lightly.

What he said were words of reproach, but it wasnt in a reproachful wayrather, it was a very tender tone instead.

I dont know what happened to him all of a sudden, but he ran outside my apartment in the middle of the night, waiting until the sun went up. Yesterday night in Beijing got three, four degrees below zero cold, so when I found him in the morning, this guy was already frozen like a popsicle. But even with the forty degrees fever still not getting any better, he still beared with it and said before the noon that he had to go back to the company to handle some issue, so when he came back in the afternoon, he was dizzy and weak like a pestilenceserves him right.

A/N:

Serves Five right indeed hahaha

T/N:

Lucilla: The way Qi Jing had a completely different scenario in his mind as for what happened between Sleek Horses and Noodles Yeah, I feel you buddy (covers face in shame)