Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Squatting on the stairs, wearing a down jacket, the girl's eyes were full of brilliance.

　　And Wu Shaobai was in a good mood. He operated the computer and saved the audio as MP3, and said to Tong Liya:

　　"As long as you like it, then I'm not busy with anything else recently. I try to finish it earlier, okay?"

　　"Xiao Baibai is the best!! But not the day after tomorrow, you have to come and see me dance the day after tomorrow~ Hehe, I miss you so much..."

　　"Hey hey hey..."

　　"Hehe~~"

　　The two were dumbfounded over the phone.

　　Weirdly stupid.

　　It's endless fun. .

Chapter 100

　　After chatting for a while, Tong Liya met the sleeper, and quickly said to Wu Shaobai:

　　"The bed-checker is here. I'll report to you first. I'll call you in about five or six minutes."

　　"okay."

　　Wu Shaobai answered, and after hanging up the phone, he glanced at the time, listened to the movement outside and confirmed that Yu Xuan was not sleeping, and walked out of the room.

　　As soon as he pushed the door, he saw Yu Xuan put his fingers on the lower abdomen of the sesame cake, and the mouth of the sesame cake was carrying the passage of the "Eighteen-Sorrow" for a long time.

　　He knew in his heart that Master should also help the biscuits to use his voice to speak.

　　"...I counted one tree for a long time. One tree grew seven branches, and seven branches bore seven kinds of fruit. The fruits were penang, orange, orange, persimmon, plum, chestnut, and pear!"

　　After waiting for Shaobing to finish reciting the tongue twister of "Eighteen Sorrows", he quickly gasped.

　　This is a habit of people who are not used to speaking with their dantian.

　　I always feel that there is not enough air in my lungs.

　　But in general, although the sound of biscuits is hoarse, it is true that the basic skills are not bad.

　　Yu Xuan let go of his hand and nodded:

　　"Okay, it's okay to change this paragraph... Young master, are you done?"

　　Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"Master, can you listen to me too?"

　　"You're done?"

　　"I made a short paragraph, mainly to let you listen to it and see how it goes."

　　"Row."

　　Yu Xuan stood up and took the biscuits and entered Wu Shaobai's bedroom together. Wu Shaobai held the MP3 file saved on the desktop and said:

　　"Then I'll start."

　　"Ah."

　　Yu Xuan responded, and the sesame cake couldn't wait to sit next to Wu Shaobai, and even increased the sound of the speaker.

　　Then the two of them heard a "click" sound of a mouse click, and then Wu Shaobai's steady voice sounded..."

　　……

　　"There are too many names with the same name, so I changed my name to Hu Bayi..."

　　When the audio on the computer was played here, Wu Shaobai turned his head and said:

　　"Master, this is the end."

　　But as soon as the voice fell, a sentence suddenly came from the speaker, "Okay, so far I have sorted it out. It's worth it if you kiss me...".

　　Wu Shaobai's mouth twitched, and instinctively turned his head to grab the mouse to turn off the audio, but luckily the audio was completely over by this time.

　　He didn't look back, he just felt... two eyes fell on his back.

　　Like a needle stick.

　　Yu Xuan's face was also a little weird. He glanced at the only camera that was incompatible with the "recording" equipment, thought about it, and pretended not to hear anything, and said to Wu Shaobai:

　　"Your voice is your strength."

　　"Uh……"

　　"Because of the wide range of voice, you can clearly express the feminine feminine feeling that ordinary people can't pretend. And, after there is no audience and no need to pose, just rely on the voice, Really qualified. Whether it's emotion, expression, situational context, it's pretty good. Do you know what this means?"

　　"what?"

　　"The sound doesn't fit."

　　Yu Xuan shook his head and subconsciously touched his pocket and wanted to take out a cigarette, but he glanced at Wu Shaobai, and after thinking about it, he still accepted the action and continued:

　　"When you're in front of the computer, maybe you don't have an audience."

　　He bit the word "no" very hard:

　　"Or, your audience can only hear your voice on the Internet because they can't see who you are, so you're not nervous. It's okay to speak up. Once you talk a lot, you can get used to it. But storytelling In other words, what is important is that one person is a big drama, and it is in this form that you will subconsciously imitate. So now the problem is stuck here. Although I do not dare to say that I am proficient in storytelling, but children are all things in this world. The truth is the same. This kind of novel that is read uses the plot to drive the voice, and the storytelling is actually the same. Again, there are thousands of ravines in your heart, and you will naturally have a splendid heart. Don't worry, wait for Mr. Jin to come, you Follow him to read and learn more. You haven't written a book in the strict sense yet, so it's normal to have a sense of craftsmanship. After talking more, I think you should be able to form your own style with your talent. Got it Right? Even if you are a genius, child, but without a practical foundation, it is also a castle in the air."

　　Saying that, he stood up:

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　　"Okay, I'm off to smoke. This book is good, it should taste, the tone of the narrator and the narrator is changed, at least I don't have a problem with it. But we can't be satisfied. You record a CD, Tomorrow I'll bring it to your uncle and let him give Pinpin... OK, two young masters, rest early."

　　"Good night, Master."

　　"Good night sir."

　　Yu Xuan waved his hand and walked out of the room, while Wu Shaobai was thoughtful, but the biscuits threw Wu Shaobai onto the bed like a hungry tiger, his little eyes full of gossip:

　　"Wu Shaobai!! Good you Wu Shaobai!! You don't even talk to me about your girlfriend!??"

　　"You come down...I can't breathe."

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　　"No! Eat my Mount Tai!!!!"

　　"Cough cough cough..."

　　……

　　Early Thursday morning.

　　When Wu Shaobai was eating, he handed Yu Xuan a white CD wrapped in that kind of plastic cover.

　　"Master, will you send the biscuits to the uncle's house later?"

　　"Ah."

　　Yu Xuan nodded and called out the biscuits in the bathroom:

　　"Sister Burning Cake, where are you going in a while?"

　　"Go to the theater. My wife just sent me a text message and asked me to go there to help her measure the size. We want to sign a contract in the past two days. My wife doesn't want them to take advantage of us. She has to wait for the design plan to come out and sign it."

　　"Okay, then come out quickly. Leave after dinner and bring this plate to your master."

　　"Master, don't rush, I only have a piece left!"

　　"Hey, you unlucky kid..."

　　Yu Xuan was speechless, looked down at the twist in his hand, and suddenly felt a little disgusted.

　　And Wu Shaobai was speechless. He also looked down at the twist, and waited for a while... He murmured:

　　"Master, why don't we... drink tofu brain. I'll buy it~ don't eat this."

　　"..."

　　Yu Xuan twitched the corner of his mouth.

　　"This bear child is disgusting."

　　"Indeed. Really disgusting!"

　　Wu Shaobai agreed.

　　(Ten more!!! Oli gave!!! Today is over, see you in the early morning!) and.

Chapter 101

　　Heavenly Paradise.

　　"Big friend."

　　Guo Degang smiled and greeted a thin young man with glasses at the back door of the garden.

　　"elder brother."

　　Kang Dapeng, Guo Degang's nobleman.It is also the largest Bole in Deyun Society today.

　　As early as 04, this one who just took over the literary radio program "Happy Teahouse" accidentally heard Guo Degang's cross talk in a small theater, and felt that this kind of cross talk performed in the theater was completely different from what he heard on TV. Things, I immediately found Guo Degang to express his intention, and wanted to record his cross talk and put it on the radio as a program of "Happy Teahouse".

　　At that time, Deyun Club was worried that there was no audience to listen to. At first Guo Degang thought that Kang Dapeng wanted money... He completely regarded the other party as an advertisement.Thinking that if the fee is not high, even if you bite your teeth, you will have to do some promotion.As a result, it was not only free, but also helped him to promote it, and the two hit it off.And it is precisely from "Happy Teahouse" that more and more people know Guo Degang and what "real" cross talk is, so that Deyun Club has become what it is today.

　　Therefore, Guo Degang has always regarded Da Peng as his Bole, and he is very cordial.

　　And Dapeng Kang also smiled and nodded, and led a girl next to him who should be two years younger than him to go directly to Guo Degang:

　　"Brother, let me introduce you, this is Zhou Qiong, the new director of our station."

　　"Hello Mr. Guo."

　　"Hey, hello, Director Zhou, hello."

　　Although the two of them didn't tell the truth, Guo Degang knew that this girl, who looked like twenty-six-seven at most, had become a director.