Your character setting is a pretty fool! ...

In addition to Wen Zichuan, there were two other people who signed the contract in the same batch, one named Guo Tianrui and the other named Chen Junmeng.

The second voice actor is specially recruited for the "Voice Actor Idol Project". Their common feature is that they are not very famous, but they all have good looks.

Wen Zichuan had never worked with them before, and had never even heard of them, but since they would be colleagues in the future, he shook hands with them in a friendly manner.

Chen Junmeng has a cheerful personality and joked that the three of them will be the TFboys of the voice actor world in the future.

Chen Yilan cleared his throat. "Teacher Wen, Teacher Guo, and Teacher Shen, this week you should familiarize yourself with the company and then make preparations. We'll be in the recording studio next Monday to cast for our new drama, 'Xiao Chong Shan.' We've reviewed your profiles, and they all have distinctive and pleasant voices. However, we'll still consider all options and try to find the most suitable voice for each character."

Wen Zichuan understood that this was equivalent to a small test at the beginning of the school year.

Pinault added routinely: "Our script team will send the audition script to you later. If you have any questions about the characters and settings, you can ask us."

Guo Tianrui, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up: "Excuse me, who is the director of the new drama?"

Pinot smiled and said, "It's Teacher Anjie."

Wow! It’s Teacher Anjie!

The newcomers present were all thrilled. They'd thought they'd have to work on their second voice to gain experience, but they never expected to be working with a top voice actor on their first project! It was incredible!

Wen Zichuan was also secretly excited. In Xueqiao, Teacher An said that there would be a chance to work with him again, but he just regarded it as a polite remark. Now that his vision has come true, he has no reason to miss this rare opportunity.

While Wen Zichuan was busy casting for the new drama, Cheng Sizhou's cold was almost healed and he quickly returned to work.

For a moment, the two became parallel lines with no intersection. Not only did they no longer chat every day like before, they even didn't eat dinner together.

The busy atmosphere gradually diluted the mood of that drunken night, as if Wen Zichuan had never confessed his love, and Cheng Sizhou did not deny that he had someone he liked.

The days passed simply and uneventfully. That night, neither of them worked overtime. After dinner, Wen Zichuan washed and cut the fruit and placed it on the coffee table. He then brought his own small stool and sat next to him. He asked Cheng Sizhou, "Brother Zhou, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Why do you ask such a philosophical question?" Cheng Sizhou smiled and glanced at the fruit on the coffee table. "Don't eat pears cut up. It's unlucky."

"Since you still have a cough, I bought some pears." Wen Zichuan dragged his stool forward a step and almost leaned on his knees. "The company asked us to think about what kind of personality we should establish. We need a distinct personality so that fans will remember us more easily."

"I don't understand this, how can I give you advice?"

"For example, my colleague, Guo Tianrui, has a physique that makes him unable to gain weight, so he created a foodie persona and shares delicious food every day; there is also someone called Shen Junmeng, who likes small animals and often shares pictures of cats and dogs."

"They like delicious food and small animals, right? Otherwise, why don't you share what you like?"

"I..." Wen Zichuan couldn't help but complain in his heart. How could he share what he liked!

Cheng Sizhou saw him hesitate and asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy again?"

Wen Zichuan was disappointed: "Apart from dubbing, I don't have any other hobbies. I'm not as educated as you, and I don't have any musical instruments or sports that I'm good at."

Cheng Sizhou looked at him and thought he was no different from a kitten or puppy. He tried hard to resist the urge to touch his head and said, "Isn't it better to focus on one thing? Trying to do everything will only distract you and you won't be able to do anything well."

"If I don't have any special skills, should I be labeled a fool?"

"Not impossible." Cheng Sizhou deliberately teased him, "Being an idiot is also good, especially... a pretty idiot."

"Brother Zhou!" Wen Zichuan wanted to hit him but couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Alright, alright, I'll think of one for you." Cheng Sizhou thought for a second, "Just create a persona that shares the weather."

"Sharing the weather?"

"Hmm," Cheng Sizhou suddenly felt inspired to write poetry. "The wind is here with you, the rain is here with you, the cold and warmth of the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, are all here with you."

Wen Zichuan was enlightened and quickly shared it on the platform: "It will be cloudy and sunny today. I hope you will be in a good mood every day."

"...So old-fashioned, like some system-built greeting."

"What do you care!" Wen Zichuan flipped him over on the sofa, "I just like older ones, is that not okay?"

"Okay, okay! Brother Wen, Uncle Wen, please spare me," Cheng Sizhou begged for mercy while dodging, "Ah! Are you a puppy?! Not only do you hit people, but you also bite them?!"

Through his pajamas, Wen Zichuan bit his arm and felt satisfied.

Time was a sharp sword, and he seemed to have slowly accepted the fact that Brother Zhou didn't like him. The care and concern he showed him on a daily basis was just out of kindness, just like when Officer Shen and Zhou Yitang lived here, he almost always responded to their requests.

Then he would be a little mouse on the sandy land. As long as he smelled a little scent of water, he would work harder and harder to dig the hole deeper, believing that one day he would be able to drink water.

As the casting time was getting closer, Wen Zichuan had almost figured out the audition script, so he took out the original novel and read it again.

On Friday afternoon, he called Pinault to discuss the script, but the line was very noisy. Pinault said she was attending an event outside and would not be back until after six o'clock.

The second time it was six o'clock, Wen Zi said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry for wasting your time."

Pinault smiled and said, "It's okay. It's common for the product department to work overtime."

As the lights come on, the Innovation and Technology Industrial Park where the Second Sound is located has a high-standard night lighting design. Perhaps if the workers can take a look at the beautiful lights when they get off work late at night, their mood will not be too bad.

"Teacher Wen." Pinot was wearing a modified apricot-yellow short cheongsam, which combined retro elegance with playful cuteness.

"Pinot." Wen Zichuan smiled politely, helped her pull out the chair next to her, and gestured for her to sit down and chat.

Hearing his words sound a bit awkward, Pinot smiled and said, "Actually, Pinot is the transliteration of the English word peanut, which means peanut. If you like, you can call me peanut or peanut."

"Okay." Wen Zichuan thought of the former boss lady Mu Qi. Maybe girls all like a unique stage name.

In order to save time for both parties, Pinault took out the information and got straight to the point: "'Little Chongshan' is a radio drama based on the original novel of the same name. Although the adapted script is basically complete, the characters have not yet been selected, so I can't show you the full script and character biographies yet. However, I can talk about the main storyline and emotional context to help you better understand the play."

Second Voice distinguishes itself from similar platforms by allowing voice actors to fully understand the overall plot and character settings before recording, rather than focusing solely on a specific role and undergoing formulaic mass production. Many voice actors have gone through this process before gradually becoming voice directors and creative performers.

And Wen Zichuan urgently needs such an opportunity.

"I've read the original and have some understanding of it," he said, opening his notebook, which was densely packed with notes he'd made while reading the original. "It's still very rough, so I'd like to ask for your guidance."

"No, no, not really." Pinault was pleasantly surprised. "It's really great that you take the script so seriously."

The two chatted about the plot and characters for more than two hours, and Wen Zichuan gained a deeper understanding of the script.

He could feel that Pinault had the same thing in him as Cheng Sizhou. Creation to her was like cultural relics to him, the original intention and dream that he would pursue throughout his life and never give up.

After the chat, Wen Zichuan went downstairs and invited Pinot to drink some water. Although it was a cup of low-calorie tea, it was considered a small payment of "tuition fees".

"You are so young, yet you can write such a good script. That's amazing." Wen Zichuan chatted with her casually while waiting for the meal, but this compliment was not disingenuous. After he came to Dengyuan, he found that there were talented and capable young people everywhere.

"How can I be young? I'm already 23." Pinault took the tea handed to him by the waiter and said while biting the straw.

"Twenty-three is not young. She is one year younger than me." Wen Zichuan said in a light tone, probably because he felt relaxed after finishing the script.

"Time and space are not waiting for me," Pinault said, quoting from classics. "Life is short. If you don't leave a mark, then it's all in vain."

Wen Zichuan wasn't sure if he was being too sensitive. Pinault was only 23 years old, but her words and actions revealed a sense of decadence. She was completely different from the one she was talking about the script just now.

"In life, there are always more regrets than satisfaction. It's nice to have a good experience without caring too much about the result," said Wen Zichuan.

"You're right, but not many people see things so clearly," Pinault agreed.

"By the way, I'm a little curious, does the screenwriter have a favorite voice actor?" Wen Zichuan asked again.

"Of course! But preference is one thing, and choosing him to voice the character is another. Second, the first principle of casting is that the voice must be right." Pinault was full of conviction.

"May I know which teacher you like best?"

"Mr. Mu Cen from the Guohua Yin Society," Pinot blurted out. "You two should have met during the voice actor drama, right? Oh, what a pity, I went back to my hometown at that time and couldn't go to see the performance."

"Teacher Mu Cen, his voice reflects his personality. He seems very refined, like the gentle and elegant gentleman described in novels."

"Yeah, I think he satisfies all my imaginations of classical, oriental beauty," Pinault said, sighing again. "But he was specially invited to perform in 'Song of the Snowy Road'. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to write a script specifically for him..."

"There will be opportunities," Wen Zichuan reassured her. "Just like me, I never dared to imagine that I'd be able to work with Teacher An one day, but now it's almost my second time. You can do it too."

Pinot's face cleared up and he smiled sweetly: "Okay, I'll borrow your good wishes!"