Since the last time, I started to think about allocating the time between Wusheng and Zaishui reasonably on weekends. Wusheng will continue to be the individual instructor, and as for my own master, it will be easier to discuss with him and several other CVs by combining his time together.
As for choosing the time... let Wusheng make the choice first. After all, he is a great god that was invited with great difficulty, and no one can afford to offend him.
"Master, I want to tell you something." She went to the microphone to find him.
The silent voice was extremely gentle: "You say."
After hearing this, Weekend felt relieved and asked, "It's about the schedule. I need to adjust it now. Excluding weekends, do you want to give guidance on odd or even days?"
He answered almost without thinking , "Odd-numbered days."
She shouldn't have continued to ask this question, but the Great God was so decisive that she couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Why?"
The person on the other side answered her: "Because there are more odd-numbered days."
More? Why choose odd-numbered days? She swallowed the question and stopped asking. Since he chose it, he had his reasons. If she asked more, it would be gossip.
Weekend immediately quickly and concisely ended the topic: "Okay, then Master, let's continue with the last episode."
She waited for a long time before she heard a very light "hmm" from the headset.
"Smoked salted duck, egg dumplings, fried steamed buns... I didn't know what Miss Lin liked, so I ordered them all."
Listening to the person with the nice voice calling out the names of the dishes one by one, it seemed as if even my ears were enjoying a feast. Weekend looked at the names of the dishes written on the script and thought to myself: Who am I torturing so late at night?
"Zuo Zuo Mo, what do you like to eat?"
"Ah?" Weekend didn't expect Wusheng to stop reciting the lines and turn the topic to asking her what she likes to eat. She was a little confused. She thought about it and went through all the food she liked in her mind, and then found that she couldn't count them at all. If she had to name a few favorites...
"There's a porridge shop in the west of the city. Their signature porridge is pretty delicious."
It was just too far from their school and was always crowded. She discovered it by chance when she went there for a school event, but it left a deep impression on her and she still remembers it.
He asked her, "How delicious is it?"
Weekend thought about it and described it this way: "Su Dongpo's concept of drinking is 'I can't finish the cup, and the taste is long after I'm half drunk'. For me, it's that I can't finish the cup."
Wusheng seemed to be amused by her: "Here, there is a dessert shop in the north of the city that serves delicious food. I'll take you there to try it when I'm free."
She just thought it was a joke and replied, "Okay."
I can't say this any more... If I continue, she will start to drool. As a result, she spent the whole weekend thinking about delicious food: porridge from the west of the city, steamed buns from the east of the city, noodles from the north of the city, and rice noodles from the south of the city. She was so greedy.
The next morning, she received an unexpected gift. Perhaps what she said yesterday gave Han Shao hope. She woke up dazedly and checked the time on her mobile phone. There was a text message from him, sent half an hour ago.
Weekend shuddered all over, quickly packed up and ran downstairs, and saw him standing by the street light as before, with his hands in his pockets, a smile on his handsome face, and walking slowly towards her.
She asked, "You haven't been waiting here for half an hour, have you?" The weather was not warm at all.
He reached out and smoothed the strands of hair that had fallen on her forehead, and said gently, "The porridge is in the car, and it's getting cold. It won't taste good for you later."
Weekend opened his eyes wide and asked in surprise: "Why aren't you waiting in the car?" In such cold weather, it was the person outside the car while Zhou was inside.
"I was afraid you wouldn't be able to find me."
Weekend sighed and took the porridge from him. She could easily guess which store it came from by smelling the aroma, even though she had only tasted it once. Before she could sort out her thoughts, Han Shao urged her to go upstairs and put on more clothes.
The tempting aroma spread throughout the dormitory. Lu Xiao stretched and said unhappily, "Why didn't you buy me breakfast when you went out to buy it on the weekend?"
She said a little embarrassedly: "This...this is what your cousin brought."
"My cousin?" Lu Xiao covered her face and wailed while lying on the bed, "It's unjust that he didn't even bring a portion for me, his cousin." Then she started complaining again, and stood in front of the table on weekends, staring at the bowl of porridge in silence.
This was too much of a coincidence. She and Wusheng had just coveted the porridge from the west of the city last night, and Han Shao brought it to her early this morning. Could these two people be the same person?
"Lu Xiao, let me ask you something."
Lu Xiao fell silent. She rarely heard Weekend speak to her in such a serious tone.
Weekend asked: "Does your cousin usually get involved in online dubbing?"
Lu Xiao recalled and answered truthfully: "I don't know about that. There are many painting tools in his house. Although he doesn't paint much now, I have never seen any dubbing equipment or anything like that."
After hearing this, Weekend finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she was too suspicious and overthinking. Thinking about it again, the porridge in the west city shop was so famous. As a local, it was normal for Han Shao to know about it.
I had no classes in the afternoon, so I asked everyone on QQ on the weekend who had time to give me acting guidance. The only ones who replied to me were Shui Yifang and another male CV.
Weekend entered the room, turned on the microphone and sighed, "I thought no one was here."
The male CV named Gui Zhou smiled and said, "Will I disturb you two, the master and the disciple, from reminiscing about the past?"
Just as she was about to explain, she heard Zai Shui Yi Fang say in a calm tone, "No, we already talked about the past last time."
Gui Zhou teased a few more times, and the three of them began to get down to business. Halfway through the drama guidance, Weekend heard a noisy sound coming from the headset. She frowned slightly in discomfort and asked, "Whose problem is it?"
"I'm from Guizhou. There's no problem here." Zai Shui Yifang answered her.
The two waited for a while before hearing Gui Zhou say in a very apologetic tone: "I'm sorry, I have something urgent to do and I have to go out now."
There was suddenly one less person in the room, and the atmosphere became somewhat quiet. The last time they talked was when they were interrupted by the silent god, and after that, she looked for Zaishui Yifang only for work matters.
"apprentice."
Weekend was startled when he called her that, because in Shui Yifang, everyone called her by her circle name, which was Zuo Zuomo.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Zai Shuiyi lowered his voice, which was extremely tempting: "Do you want to hear the master sing?"
Listen to him sing? Of course I did!
Zai Shui Yi Fang is a low-key person who rarely shows off his talents. He is not only talented in dubbing, but also in singing, and even dabbles in composing lyrics. People in the industry know that he is an all-around genius, but he has only shown off each of these aspects once, and that one time is enough to amaze people and leave a deep impression.
For example, the only time he sang was at the club celebration three years ago. He was the guest of honor and sang the song "Pulling Silk Opera" in a sad and moving way. Later, I heard that many people sent him private messages asking him to sing, and some for commercial performances, but he rejected them all. Later, when he was invited to participate in any activities, he just went through the motions and never sang a word again.
Weekend didn't quite believe his ears, and suppressed his inner excitement and asked, "Really?"
Hearing her being so cautious, Zai Shui couldn't help but laugh and replied affirmatively, "Really. What do you want to hear?"
She doesn't often listen to ancient music, so she said, "Actually, it's all right. I wouldn't mind if you could sing "The Silk Drama" again."
"Okay." He answered briefly.
Just as Weekend was resting her hands on her cheeks, ready to enjoy the next beautiful song, she heard Zai Shui Yi Fang say, "But it seems a little inconvenient now, because the great god has arrived."
Great God? What great God?
Weekend saw another name under the two names on the screen: Wusheng. She wanted to cry but had no tears. She even felt like she was caught cheating. She had a vague feeling that nothing good would happen next.
"I also want to hear your singing. Why is it inconvenient?" The silent and cold voice made her shiver.
Zai Shui said calmly: "Because I only want to sing this for my disciple."
Weekend's heart was moved. Under normal circumstances, she would have been overwhelmed with girlishness when hearing this sentence, but given the current situation, it was obvious that these two people were going to "make trouble."
After a while, she heard Wusheng utter a brief sneer: "Forget it then." Then he changed the subject, "Aren't you going to guide the acting? I happen to have time now."
Weekend was confused. She remembered that she didn't ask Wusheng for guidance. She only asked a few other candidates because she had always made appointments with Wusheng at night. After thinking about it, she realized that either Wusheng had supernatural powers or Ruoyuyu had betrayed her. Obviously, the latter inference was more reliable. I heard that Ruoyuyu had added Wusheng's QQ recently...
Weekend thought that if this continued, her embarrassment might turn into embarrassment cancer, so she explained tactfully: "It's like this, you two don't have any scenes together for the time being, and... Master, didn't we agree to give you guidance on the evenings of odd numbers?"
After waiting for a long time without any response, Weekend took a deep breath.
"What if I insist now?" Wusheng's tone was very calm, without any emotion or joy.
If you insist now... then she can't do anything about it. Does she have the guts to refuse? Weekend thought to herself, as expected, being approachable is just a passing cloud, but she also understood that a great god doesn't need to be worshipped.
In the end, Wusheng didn't "have to", but left the room in silence. After what happened just now, Zaishui Yifang was no longer in the mood to sing. The two of them exchanged a few words and then left the room.
While eating dinner, Lu Xiao saw the man opposite him looking depressed and curled his lips: "Are you heartbroken? You are so depressed that I can't stand it."
She would rather be heartbroken this weekend. It would be hard to explain to her what happened on the Internet, and she was not in the mood to talk about it now. She put down her chopsticks, sighed, stood up, and said to Lu Xiao, who still had half of his meal left, "I'm going back to the dormitory, you continue eating."
It was the time originally agreed with Wusheng.
Wusheng was very punctual. She came back to make a cup of oatmeal and checked the time, then she heard the computer beeping. She quickly put down the cup, put on the headset, and went into the YY room.
"Have you had dinner?" Wusheng asked her as soon as he entered.
Weekend replied, "Yes, I have. I just made a cup of oatmeal." She hesitated for a while, and she had to "reciprocate" anyway, "Master, have you eaten?"
"have eaten."
"Then...shall we get started?"
Facing Wusheng, she could only let herself go completely when she was working on the weekend. After an hour of instruction, she gradually became more talkative and no longer as nervous as she was at the beginning. At the end of the work, Wusheng skipped the work and asked her directly: "Zuo Zuomo, do you like your master?"
"Ah?" Weekend was surprised.
Perhaps Wusheng had calmed down and felt that his question was too abrupt and inappropriate, so he explained, "Just asking casually."
Weekend answered truthfully: "I like my master, but it's the kind of liking that comes from worship and respect."
"Then..." He hesitated.
"What?"
"Nothing, can I hear you sing?" he asked suddenly.
Weekend was surprised for a moment and said embarrassedly: "My singing was a disaster."
She wasn't exaggerating. Even her biological parents had criticized her mercilessly: "How come your father and I both sing well, but we gave birth to a daughter like you who is tone-deaf?"
"What should I do? I still want to hear you sing." His bass was full of doting, especially the three words "What should I do", which could make your ears pregnant. Weekend's fingertips accidentally touched the warm water cup next to her, and she came to her senses and tried to restrain her heart that had already melted into the ground. Help, someone come to save her voice control!
After waiting for a long time without a reply, Wusheng stopped embarrassing her and finished the story himself: "I was just kidding. It's getting late. You should go to bed."
"Okay, good night."
"Good night. "
Fortunately, Wusheng logged off in time, otherwise she would have died from excessive blood congestion in her brain. Weekend sat at the table with her back straight, took a deep breath, and told herself the painful experience she had experienced in her youth.
Weekend! Thinking too much is a sin!