Do I really have a thing for female voice actors?

At this moment, Tachibana Rin was holding Aoki Hina's hand. They were petite and could only huddle together like this for warmth to resist the crowds.

When they saw Tazaki Toru's figure, Aoki Hina was about to smile.

The next moment, time seemed to be paused around the corners of her mouth by a mysterious force, unable to continue its upward curve, yet unable to immediately close it.

They were stuck there, neither up nor down.

Rin Tachibana stared wide-eyed, her eyes filled with disbelief, as she scanned Tazaki Toru and the girl.

"What...wait? Wait? Wait?!"

"Could it be that Tazaki's mysterious little girlfriend..."

"It's actually Miss Yang Gong?!"

Hina Aoki seemed not to hear Rin Tachibana's scream, and even the sound of fireworks exploding overhead seemed to have vanished without a trace.

The whole world became a giant CRT television set, and the mute button was pressed.

The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder, but no matter how dazzling the fireworks were, her eyes remained fixed on them.

The gaze lingered for a long time on the two people's tightly clasped hands.

His gaze was piercing, and he remained silent.

Strange to say.

At this moment, what was surfacing deep in Miss Aoki's mind was nothing other than this.

It was the girl in front of me, her figure as she sang "Spring Shadow" with deep emotion.

A "common and natural" launch message

From the moment I decided to continue writing about voice actors, I was already prepared.

Many of my colleagues and friends think that I'm putting in a lot of effort for little reward, and that I might as well just write a Tokyo romance novel.

I think that makes sense.

But ultimately, it comes down to our different starting points.

Or rather, the essence of my writing about voice actors is a way for me to vent my unrequited love for them.

I also earn money by writing articles about voice actors, and use that money to attend their offline events, see their concerts, and buy their CDs, photobooks, etc.

I will return the royalties I received as a “fantasy voice actress” to them in the most legitimate way.

This action itself is meaningful.

I truly transformed my own fantasies about them into nourishment for them.

Ordinary voice actors are obsessed with buying things for their idols using vulgar money.

And I, through the repressed fantasies about them in my head, monetize them through the medium of online novels.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm paying for this with my fantasies about female voice actresses!

Look!

This is what sets us apart from ordinary voice actor enthusiasts.

We say "us" because the royalties come from you all.

Then I, and we, are the coolest voice actor fanatics in the world.

One of a kind!

What? You're not a voice actor fanatic?

Fork it out.

……

……

In short, all of the above were just jokes.

These were all just jokes and excuses I made up to avoid the embarrassment of poor grades; they shouldn't be taken seriously.

Admittedly, the readership data wasn't great, but the feedback in the comments section was very enthusiastic, and the number of monthly tickets during the new book period was quite impressive, which made me feel a little vain.

When I run into a fellow loser in the group chat, I ask everyone I meet, "How many monthly votes did you get this month?"

They spat at me, saying it was bad luck to have met a voice actor fanatic.

I was extremely happy to write this book, and I am very grateful for that.

What surprised me most during this process was that my original intention in writing about voice actors was exactly the same as when I wrote "Popular Voice Actors" four years ago.

Does that mean I've made no progress at all?

Absolutely not.

Back then, all I wanted was to see the female voice actresses I created shed tears, to see them suffer unrequited love, to see them fight each other for men, to shatter their friendships, to scratch each other until they were bloodied and bruised, and to wish they could never speak to each other again.

Today, what I want to say is:

Yes, I still want to watch it.

I love watching this, and I love writing this.

I not only want to write, I want to write for the rest of my life.

However, I have changed after all.

Now, I've gradually come to love making dumplings, a tradition I rejected when I was younger, a symbol of family reunion.

I want to write something filled with laughter and tears, with lots and lots of love, and then, within that love, a few small complaints.

Ultimately, like Shizuku Ichigaku, the clouds parted and the sun shone through, revealing a brighter future and a story that brought happiness and joy to everyone.

and so.

Can you read my novels for a lifetime?

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91. Please don't let me get lost again. (Seeking first subscription)

When Tazaki Toru saw the girl's face clearly and realized it wasn't Aoki Hina, he knew something was wrong.

As Tachibana Rin called out, Tazaki Toru turned around and saw Aoki Hina standing prettily beside Tachibana Rin.

Clearly, Ms. Aoki doesn't have the ability to create clones.

Tazaki Toru released the girl's hand and took a step back in a panic. Before he could even speak, he was slapped hard on the shoulder from behind.

"Tazaki! What's wrong with you?!"

It was Tachibana Rin.

Tazaki Toru then explained the whole story.

"What? It wasn't her after all."

Rin Tachibana's interest immediately waned, and even the curious look in her eyes disappeared.

"I'm so sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

Without offering any explanation, Tazaki Toru apologized to the girl in front of him.

However, the girl did not react at all, as if she was still in a state of shock.

After a long while, she gradually came to her senses and shakily raised the hand that Tazaki Toru had been holding tightly.

Her soft, delicate cheeks flushed instantly. If this were an animation, steam would definitely be drawn on her head, accompanied by a "pop" sound effect, to express her current mood.

"that……"

Tazaki Toru tried to strike up a conversation with her.

The girl shuddered, responded with a loud "Yes," bowed sharply, and stammered out an "I'm sorry," leaving Tazaki Toru completely bewildered.

No, why would she apologize?

At this moment, Hina Aoki walked over slowly, silently squatted down, picked up the cat demon mask that had fallen to the ground, and her eyes flickered.

"Miss Yang Gong, your mask."

Upon hearing the voice, Hinata Himegami looked at her and saw that Hina Aoki was wearing a mask identical to hers at an angle on her head.

"Um... thank you."

Seemingly because she ran into an acquaintance, Yang Gongfeina finally calmed down and was no longer so flustered and at a loss.

"Rin-chan, Hina-chan, you're here to watch the fireworks too?"

She finally managed to utter a coherent and complete sentence.

Upon hearing this voice, Toru Tazaki was taken aback.

To date, he has heard countless human voices.

Pleasant to hear, unpleasant to hear, common and uncommon.

But this girl...

It's like scooping up a handful of fine sand from the scorching desert, pouring it into a transparent glass bottle, and then tossing it into an oasis in the heart of the desert. As the bottle "plops" into a lake, it creates ripples.

That's the sound.

Besides that, there was a strange feeling that I'd heard it somewhere before.

This prompted Tazaki Toru to stare at the girl's face for a few more seconds; it was round and soft, as if it would shatter into pieces at the slightest touch.

Feeling Toru Tazaki's gaze, Hina Hiyomi shrank back and moved closer to Hina Aoki, avoiding eye contact.

Tazaki Toru immediately looked away.

"What a coincidence, Miss Yang Gong. I'm so sorry, he has mistaken me for someone else. Look, we are wearing the same mask."

Aoki Hina was incredibly clever; she immediately figured out why Tazaki Toru had mistaken her for someone else and took the blame upon herself.