Do I really have a thing for female voice actors?

Miss Yang suddenly recalled something, and the next moment, her originally lighthearted tone gradually took on a strange, heavy tone.

"Teacher Tazaki, are you perhaps disappointed in me? Is it because I haven't done a good enough job?"

Tazaki Toru was taken aback by what he heard.

"Where should we begin?"

Standing in front of the washing machine, barefoot Yang Gongfei slowly drew circles on the floor tiles with her wet toes.

Her gaze shifted to the band-aid on the washing machine, which she had painstakingly peeled off her knee before taking a shower.

It is said that when people use mobile phones to make calls, their fingers will subconsciously do some meaningless things.

For example, Miss Yang Gong picked up a band-aid and gently rubbed the penguin pattern on it with her fingertips.

"Otherwise, why would they give special treatment to Ms. Sasaki of Mujica?"

"I don't remember doing that kind of thing with Ms. Sasaki."

“Today in the recording studio, Ms. Sasaki clearly said that you often go to her roadshows and even perform with her.”

"So that's what you were talking about," Tazaki Toru said, suddenly realizing.

"This is very important."

Even over the phone, Toru Tazaki could picture her earnest nod.

"Tazaki-sensei, it's been a long time since you've come to hear me sing, and you haven't gone to karaoke with me either."

"I have a feeling that something's not right about this part. Are the two things necessarily related?"

Yes! Of course!

Okay, if she says yes, then yes.

"Miss Yang Gong, if you want to improve your singing skills, you should consult a professional vocal teacher. I am not good at this."

"But Mr. Tazaki never said he would write a piece of music that suits me."

This is MyGO.

Tazaki Toru thought to himself.

But it seems that Yang Gongfei Na wouldn't listen to such serious talk.

Since meeting Hinata Hitomi and working together, Toru Tazaki has realized that she is a very sensitive girl.

The slightest disturbance would make her panic and feel helpless.

This is due to my personality, and it's difficult to correct it externally.

The only solution is to give her a sense of acceptance.

It seems that, apart from Hina Aoki, most of the girls Tazaki Toru has met so far have been this type.

They are often unaware of their own qualities, even though they possess the most important things.

Tazaki Toru had no choice but to play the role they needed, guiding them onto the right path.

This is Tazaki Toru's responsibility, and also his expectation.

"I understand, so how should I do it?"

"Huh? Is that okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"Tazaki-sensei, will you listen to my request?"

"As long as it is something that can help Miss Yang Gong improve her singing skills, I will do my best to assist you if I can do it."

"I thought that Mr. Tazaki had completely given up on me and felt that I was not worth cultivating."

"Otherwise, why would they always take care of Mujica's lead singer? I also want to improve."

"That's not true. As I said before, I really like Miss Yang Gong's singing."

"That!"

The girl paused.

"Well... after the next practice session, I'd like to practice at a karaoke bar. Teacher Tazaki just needs to listen to me sing from the side."

"and then?"

"Hmm... If possible, I hope that you, Mr. Tazaki, will praise me."

She spoke hesitantly, even mentally prepared for rejection.

Toru Tazaki's answer was only one sentence.

“I understand. If this will put Miss Yang Gong at ease, I’d be happy to do so.”

"Thank you, Mr. Tazaki."

The girl spoke in a melancholy tone, her soft voice inexplicably tinged with loneliness.

"Many times, such as when I'm participating in band practice, I can't help but wonder, can I believe in myself?"

"Because Teacher Tazaki said that I have my own unique characteristics and path, I firmly believe that I can become the lead singer of MyGO."

"Hey, Mr. Tazaki, can I believe you?"

Inside the bedroom, Toru Tazaki looked down at the notebook in his hand, his fingers lightly tracing the scribbles in black ink.

—The heartache, the pain, the suffering that only you can feel.

—Hold on to my voice, and live on.

When these words overlapped with the girl's figure, Toru Tazaki seemed to hear her almost screaming singing.

"I will write the song that is best suited for you to sing."

"No, it's a song that only Miss Yang Gong can sing."

"So, have more confidence. This doesn't mean trusting others, but trusting yourself."

"The rich emotions contained in your voice deserve to be heard by more people."

311. Miss Yang Gong only knows how to work herself to the bone.

Slowly putting on her pajamas, the girl returned to the living room from the bathroom.

"Fina, what's this new trend?"

"Eh?"

Yang Gongfei looked bewildered. Only after her mother reminded her did she realize that she had accidentally buttoned her pajamas crookedly, with none of them matching, revealing a small part of her snow-white belly.

"Mom is going home tomorrow. I'll come see you again next time. Since Mom won't be waking you up, remember to set multiple alarms in the morning."

"I know, you don't need to come to Tokyo to visit me often. I'm not a child anymore, I can live on my own."

"Mom doesn't think a kid who can even button his pajamas crooked can live independently in Tokyo."

That cannot be refuted.

The girl, with her round, childlike face puffed out, walked towards the bedroom without saying a word.

"You're not planning to just go to sleep like this, are you?"

"Otherwise what?" the girl asked, looking bewildered.

The mother pointed to her head and said, "Your hair hasn't been dried yet."

"what…"

Slightly embarrassed, she returned to the bathroom, dried her hair, and rearranged her buttons before finally going back to her bedroom.

Her limp body collapsed onto the soft bed.

The bedside table is filled with all sorts of plush toys, and next to the pillow is the romance comic I've been reading recently.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for several minutes.

Suddenly, the girl burst into laughter without warning.

No one had ever said anything like that to her before.

There's a sense of unreality in it that my hard work has finally been recognized.

This feeling of being recognized at work truly made her overjoyed.

The girl rolled over, smiling as she opened the comic book on her pillow, her two bare little feet sticking up high and swinging back and forth.

Although she knows nothing about real-life romance, Miss Aya, like most girls, has loved shoujo manga since she was a child.

Her tastes are also very consistent; she doesn't like watching storylines where someone gets hurt in a relationship. The more lighthearted and romantic the story, the more engrossed she becomes.

Little girls always dream about things that happen in their imaginations.

From this perspective, perhaps Yang Gongfei Na really is, as her mother said, an immature child.

The shoujo manga I've been reading recently tells the story of a high school girl who dreams of becoming a manga artist but was born missing a finger. With the encouragement of her art teacher, the male protagonist, she strives towards her dream.

The male protagonist is sometimes strict and sometimes doting.

Despite setbacks and blows, when the female protagonist was about to give up painting, he resolutely supported her, encouraged her, and stayed by her side.

He finally achieved his goal and was admitted to his desired art university.

The story is very simple, even cliché.

But Yang Gongfei Na just loves watching.

Whenever she reads the story where the male protagonist acts as a strict teacher, yet also indulges and compromises with the female protagonist because of her clumsiness and cuteness, her girlish heart flutters.

The girl covered her face with the open comic book, the faint smell of ink lingering in her nose, and couldn't help but mutter to herself:

"I told you, it really does look alike."

……

At its core, Yang Gongfei is a slightly clumsy but good child who is willing to make up for her shortcomings with diligence.

Her basic skills in voice acting and her singing skills as the lead singer in a band are difficult to balance with her abilities.