Good Night, Sleep Tight

Pei Yi turned off the voice and asked Chen Yan, “What about the voice actress?”

The game was about to be released. A female protagonist’s perspective was added in the final version of the promotional PV. Chen Yan had planned to use a female CV that they often worked with. But just before the recording, she suffered from vocal cord inflammation and couldn’t continue.

Now, the PV release was on its way. Everything was ready except for the female voice.

Chen Yan asked, “Didn’t you talk to Spade D last night?”

After finishing the words, Chen Yan thought of something and patted his forehead, “I almost forgot. She didn’t go to receive the award at all.”

Pei Yi went there in vain.

“Although you failed, I have some clues.” Chen Yan showed a number on his cell phone. “My friend’s friend’s friend knows Spade D. I’ve already asked him to contact Spade D and ask her if she can work for us.”

In the past two days, Pei Yi and Chen Yan listened to many female CV voices, including Spade D’s.

Spade D was very low-key. She would not reveal her location. She didn’t have a microblog account. Her videos were only updated on the V-website.

“Have you seen her video updated last night?” Chen Yan clicked to open the V website.

Pei Yi had just looked at it in the coffee shop and didn’t understand Chen Yan’s focus.

“What is it?” Pei Yi asked.

Chen Yan clicked on a video, “How to use ten different voices to wake up your boyfriend. Cool! It’s really interesting. I’ll download it and add it to my alarm clock.”

Pei Yi looked at him and then looked out the window. “Lewd.” He said.

“…”

The afternoon rain was unexpected.

But compared to the rain, the battery pack Pei Yi gave her was even more unexpected.

Was my phone really dead?

Did I need your battery?

Were you being polite?

The three-dimensional fish was not interesting. It was boring.

In contrast to Pei Yi, the kicked-out No. 17 became a bit cute.

Xuan Di turned around to take the umbrella back to the cafe. When she was thinking about where to go to kill time, Pan Da called her.

“Are you free now? They changed some lines at the last comic recording. You have to come and record the new lines.”

Pan Da was also a dubbing artist. He had entered the CV circle earlier than Xuan Di. His voice was versatile and he was good at pseudo-voices. He could easily switch between male and female voices. His pseudo Lolita voice was especially popular in the circle.

But Pan Da’s family couldn’t accept the fact that a man spoke with a girl’s voice. They didn’t understand the business either. After some arguments, Pan Da retired to work behind the scenes. He opened a small studio, relying on his accumulated contacts, and accepted some low-cost recording projects as a dubbing director.

Speaking of parents, Xuan Di didn’t get any understanding or support from her mother either.

As they worked together, they became close friends. Spade D called Pan Da her agent.

At 4:00 p.m., Xuan Di arrives at the studio.

“Sorry for calling you back in the pouring rain. I’ll buy you dinner later,” Pan Da said as soon as they met.

The cafe was not far from the studio. Xuan Di wiped the rain from her face with a tissue and replied, “That’s okay, I just happened to be nearby. So I came along.”

“Nearby?” Pan Da asked casually, handing Xuan Di the new script, “What are you here for?”

He reminded Xuan Di of the scene where Pei Yi sent her a battery pack in the rain with great mercy.

Ridiculous.

“I’ve come to see the Award for Confusing Behaviors.” Xuan Di entered the recording room with the script in her hand.

“… ?”

The recording soon began.

Xuan Di read the reworked lines. Her clear female voice came through the speaker, like a soft feather tickling the heart.

[What do you want me to call you? Boyfriend? Honey? Baby? … Or husband? ]

Pan Da pressed the pause button, “Add a little bit spirant to the word husband. Just like, like…”

“More flirting, right?”

“That’s it. That’s what I mean.”

Xuan Di read it again.

She lowered her nasal voice. Her voice was like dense tendrils, tender and soft, stretching and wrapping around the listeners’ body bit by bit. It tightened and loosened, seducing again and again, making you unable to resist.

[What do you want me to call you? Boyfriend? Honey? Baby?

[ Or… ]

[ Husband?]

This time, Xuan Di deliberately added a pause for obscure flirting, and added a spirant to the tone. Pan Da was sure that the recording would make the listeners melt.

He was satisfied and gave Xuan Di an OK sign outside the glass.

It was hard to believe that a voice could arouse the listeners’ imagination and make them flipped.