Warm Burning [Net Matching]

Huo Lie didn't have a big idea about this, he simply felt that a group of girls wearing transparent cheongsams seemed awkward as if they were not wearing any clothes.Anyway, this is a place where he occasionally looks for cv feedback, and most of the time it is empty, it doesn't really affect anything.

Of course, Du Ran never realized that he was actually trying to win fans for Wen Bowen.Even if he realized it, he would probably just smile and admit it.

[Wen Wen] has been promoted to sub-channel administrator by administrator [Huolie].

In an instant, Wenwen's transparent little vest was painted bright red—the sub-channel administrator's vest was red.

"It's convenient for mic." Huo Lie explained.

Sub-channel administrators are indeed the lowest level required for free speech. However, in the eyes of the onlookers below, all of this is similar to where Jiangnan is now, Han Han Guo Jingming, Aotian fried chestnuts, Leopard Suzha... [ 1] It is more certain than the prophecy, and it is an irresistible necessity in the random chance that the gods guide the way.

If it weren't for Huolie's usual prestige, words like "Emma's red is so festive, Wen Wen, you should marry" would have already appeared on the public screen.However, in view of Huo Lie's high-cold reputation, the crowd still covered up their chrysanthemums and behaved carefully.

Those who are on this channel today are lucky, until a long, long time later, the two influential figures in the circle went back to the rivers and lakes together, and those who first heard the PIA scene where they met still remember that day.The one who became a god is familiar with it, and the one who is young is just right.

Even though the years are cold and time is ruthless, the language in the radio waves of time is still as gentle as new.Lying in a certain computer recording deep in the crowd, listening to it many years later, it seems that you are still young.

The character lines that should have been repeated to the point of familiarity, Wen Bowen was a little nervous at this time, and his breathing was inevitably unstable. He deliberately suppressed the disordered breathing, but the effect was greatly reduced. Even the drunkard on the other end of the radio wave In the later stage, he couldn't help frowning.

Wen Bowen seemed to sense the dissatisfaction on the other end, his voice gradually became quieter, and he couldn't finish his lines.For a moment, the atmosphere in the whole channel was a little depressed. Chang Xiao was so anxious that he dropped his earphones and jumped his feet. This buddy usually seemed quite stable except for the occasional arrogant one. Why did he become so nervous at the critical moment that he lost his chain.Moreover, the chain fell in front of Huo Lieda, which was simply a family tragedy and misfortune in the world.

With a click, the small green light in front of Du Ran's vest turned on, and with a few clicks of the mouse, Wen Bowen silently turned off his free microphone, and at the same time secretly heaved a sigh of relief.There has never been a live PIA scene in front of so many people. Before, I felt a little embarrassed when recording in front of such familiar senior sister Lang Huan, let alone in front of a group of people I don’t know at all.

Every cv has an illusion when he just picks up the microphone, thinking that his voice will last forever like the Internet. In fact, even in the era of cloud computing, there will always be some things floating in the cloud that will never stay.

During those tossing and turning nights, Wen Bowen thought about what his cv career should be like countless times.It may be unknown, it may be admired by some, and it may even become popular.However, I never imagined that in front of a group of strangers like this moment, I was at a loss, tongue-tied, like a child who made a big mistake, palms filled with cold sweat, waiting for the teacher's next comment that must be blame.

What he didn't expect was that there was a slight click of the microphone being adjusted during the YY section, and then there was just a helpless sigh of fire.Low as the wind crushes the wilderness.Not depressed, but worried.

So no one knew that Du Ran actually said three shitty words to the screen before turning on the mic.

He began to shake his previous judgment: if Wen Bowen's voice was really similar to that of the previous classmate next door at that sentence, then there is still a high possibility of mishearing.After all, after so many years, even if it is impressive, it will be forgotten because of the long time.What's more, what Du Ran heard was just that sentence from the beginning to the end.

Du Ran's depression is actually mainly due to this point.But in this situation, all the onlookers and Wen Bowen himself felt that Wen Bowen's pia must be extremely bad. Of course, as a novice cv, this kind of scene should be commonplace.Bad is bad, there is no excuse.So Wen Bowen remained silent and waited for Du Ran's comment.

But he never expected that now Du Ran's negative emotions have nothing to do with the quality of dubbing.

But Du Ran is a stubborn and stubborn person, and he rarely gives up on what he believes.So he looked around the environment and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

For a long time without newcomer PIA scenes, he forgot.For newcomers, it is necessary to drag the small black room during practice.In order to prevent CV's own nervousness, and also to prevent the black history left by fans' recordings.

Since ancient times, boys have been born in dark houses.When a teenager is no longer a teenager, it is basically the level of shutting someone else's dark room.Of course, more teenagers got stuck in the black room step, finding it difficult and then bored.So I spent my whole life playing soy sauce in the outer circle.

Du Ran briefly explained.He carried Wen Bowen to the small black room below alone.Click to set the password and lock it.A set of procedures was done so smoothly, which made Wen Bowen feel like closing the door and letting the dogs go.

"I've started talking. If you find it helpful, change it. If you find it difficult or don't want to continue, stop at any time. First of all, the breath..."

Wen Bowen slowly took out a notebook.Turning over the first dozen pages, they are all densely packed notes.Some are the thoughts that Jiang Yi's brat said casually, and some are things that Lang Huan asked her to write down because she hated iron for being weak.

But no matter who said it to him, he recorded it down stroke by stroke.At first, it was to avoid Lang Huan's expression of wanting to eat him, but later, she really felt that those words made sense, so she carefully recorded them.

No one has seen this notebook.

It's like no one will witness the countless unknown cvs, post-production, screenwriters, planners in the circle... every dream and persistence in the dark night.

However, they are still in this world, playing happily.

The author has something to say:

[1] In the depths of Jinjiang, the origin of this poem has been locked.

Still in the process of finding congregants.