I am a voice actor, not your emotional support

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"Sister Miyu..." Mizuno Qi protested in a low voice with some dissatisfaction.

"If you don't listen to me, I will fill you with a lot of work in the future and you will never be able to be as leisurely as you are now!" Sister Miyu glared at her. Her voice was soft but full of threat.

Mizuno Qi immediately fell silent and was dragged away by her agent.

The host watched them leave, and couldn't help but sigh. This scene made him rethink the industry, especially compared to the scene he witnessed not long ago where a big-name actress directly 80 her eight agents... It must be said that the atmosphere in the voice actor industry is indeed more gentle.

November 25th.

The weather is getting colder and colder. Although it hasn't snowed yet, the cold wind has begun to rage, and it is almost unbearable without a down jacket.

Today, Miss Ying wrapped herself up tightly early in the morning - padded trousers, sweaters, thick coats, and a scarf, arming her whole body. She is not like those high school girls who pursue elegance and sacrifice warmth, wearing short skirts even in heavy snow, and even without stockings, exposing their thighs.

It is probably because Miss Sakura has always had the good habit of protecting herself that she has developed such a pair of well-proportioned and slender legs.

When Sakura Ayane came to the recording studio and saw that Toru Uehara was not there, she couldn't help but mutter something under her breath, sat down dissatisfiedly, and began to mutter about Toru Uehara's "wrongness".

"You've been having a blast lately, participating in all kinds of activities. You've already missed my broadcast four times. If you do it again, I'll ask Miss Aoki to fire you. Humph."

Even though she complained, Sakura Ayane actually still missed the time when they happily recorded the radio together.

Soon, the door opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in. Sakura Ayane shivered, and when she looked up, she saw Uehara Toru walking in. He was still wearing autumn clothes, a windbreaker and jeans, with no scarf or hat, and no warm clothing at all.

Sakura Ayane couldn't help but complain: "Senior, are we really living in the same place? Or is the weather different for us?"

Uehara Tetsu raised the hot milk tea in his hand and smiled faintly: "I got up early today and was busy with work. I didn't have time to change into winter clothes. Besides, I'm almost tired of wearing the previous winter clothes. I plan to buy some new ones after work today."

Hearing this, Sakura Ayane suddenly had an idea, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile: "Senior, do you know that you have caused me so much trouble during this period of time."

"Oh, really? That's good." Toru Uehara gave her a cup of milk tea and sat down next to her naturally.

Sakura Ayane's inner joy grew even greater, but on the surface she still said "thank you" to him honestly.

"No, it's not good, it's really bad."

"Ah."

"Humph, because of you, I bought a lot of popsicles before, and then filled up the refrigerator at home. During this period of time, I need to make room for my mother to make food for the winter, so I need to distribute these popsicles."

"and then?"

"Then my dad gave it to his subordinates in the company, and suddenly 99 out of ten of them had stomachaches. Now the work progress has slowed down. Senior, tell me, is this your fault? Do you want to compensate me?" Miss Sakura's voice was right next to her ear, and she deliberately moved closer to Uehara Toru, releasing hot air on his earlobe, bringing bursts of fragrance.

Although this issue has been mentioned before, Miss Sakura takes good care of her teeth, at least she doesn't have bad breath every time she does this.

After listening to this, Uehara Toru thought for a while and said, "Okay, then how can I compensate you?"

"Eh?" Miss Sakura was stunned, wondering why this guy didn't play by the rules this time. Normally, when he heard such unreasonable words from her, shouldn't he laugh at her first, then refute her, and then start to argue with her, and finally get the topic back to the main topic after some pulling from her?

Uehara Toru seemed to have guessed her surprise, so he said, "Anyway, I need someone to accompany me today. I had originally planned to meet with Makoto-senpai and Nobunaga-senpai, but they both got drunk last night and couldn't get up today. I couldn't miss the meal at the restaurant we had booked."

"Oh, so I'm their meal substitute?" Miss Sakura curled her lips and made an unhappy expression.

Uehara Toru looked at her with a half-smile: "So are you going or not? If you don't go, I'll find..."

"Well~ Since you, senior, have invited me, I will accept your offer with reluctance~" Miss Sakura interrupted him slowly before he could speak, and at the same time lifted her hair.

Uehara Toru smiled and shook his head.

He looked at Miss Sakura's small ears and suddenly asked, "Has your hair grown longer?"

"Hmm?" Miss Sakura, who was drinking milk tea, blinked.

She smoothed her hair with her hands and nodded, "It seems so. I haven't been to the beauty salon for more than a month."

"Why, Senior, do you have any insights to share?"

Uehara Toru shook his head: "It's just that I've seen more and more people growing long hair recently. Having long hair is good in winter, it can keep you warm."

Sakura Ayane pondered for a moment and said, "Well, there is such a saying, but it is also more troublesome to take care of."

"Reina and Nana's hair has started to grow longer recently. I think it will reach your side soon."

"..."

"Senior, you called out Reina and Nana's names out of the blue. I don't know why I think you're so vulgar."

Uehara Toru rolled his eyes.

This guy, he must be a god if he can talk to her for more than three minutes without getting angry.

"Then if my name is Ayane, it won't be obscene?"

"I don't know. Why don't you try calling a few more times?"

"not called."

"Toru~"

"Chech!"

“Checheche!”

"Shut up!"

In the recording studio, the familiar "young couple" bickering session began again. Unlike the warm summer, this time in the cold winter, the supervisor and script writer Kameda-san outside had to give up their hesitation and pushed the door open because of the cold wind.

"Good morning, Uehara-kun and Sakura-san." The supervisor greeted Kameda-san.

"Oh, good morning, Director, Kameda-san." Toru Uehara replied.

Seeing them come in, Sakura Ayane couldn't help but lean towards Uehara Toru, and immediately felt the warmth radiating from him, as if from a small heater.

Although she didn't care much about it before, now she unexpectedly enjoyed this warmth. She secretly looked up at him, and when Uehara Toru turned his head, she quickly looked away.

"What are you doing?" Uehara Toru noticed her little movement and asked in confusion.

"It's nothing. I just think your hairstyle is a bit ugly. Shouldn't you get it trimmed? You really aren't suitable for long hair." She smiled slightly, a little provocative.

Uehara Toru was slightly stunned, then shot back: "Long hair doesn't suit you either."

"Really?" Sakura Ayane blinked and smiled slyly, like a little fox who had succeeded in his career. ;∥er

He said that long hair is not suitable for me, so I will continue to cut it shorter~

When he wants to see it, I'll grow it longer.

After four weeks of recording the broadcast again, Toru Uehara felt more relaxed than ever before. Now he discovered that some jobs are meant to relax, such as commentary tracks and specific broadcasts.

It's like being with Sakura Ayane, just chatting and saying whatever comes to mind. Anyway, each of us can connect with the other's jokes, highlighting the relaxed and entertaining atmosphere.

Sakura Ayane also felt this kind of tacit understanding for the first time in a long time. She smiled happily and said, "Oh, senior, it turns out that it's best to be my partner with you."

"Really? So you mean Yang Gong-san from the previous few weeks is not good?"

Because of Rena Ueda, Toru Uehara has had several exchanges with Hina Ayomiya, and is considered one of the more familiar newcomers.

"I didn't say that. Lambs are cute in their own way, but our styles are definitely more compatible."

"Can we ask him to bring in the newcomers to do this broadcast some other day?" Sakura Ayane saw the words written on the small whiteboard of the supervisor and the script writer behind the glass window, and she waved her hands quickly: "That's unreasonable, that's unreasonable, it would be strange if a senior like him could bring in a newcomer, he would definitely be killed by the pressure."

Toru Uehara glanced at her and didn't bother to explain.

He is no longer the same person he used to be.

"Then let's take a look at the letter next."

"This is my forever listener of Mitsuha Miyamizu's fermented bean curd. Thank you for your letter."

"It's your role." said Toru Uehara.

"Oh, yes, Senior, have you seen it?"

"Didn't I tell you that I've seen all of your famous works?"

"Eh, is that Jiu? I almost forgot about it." Sakura Ayane continued to look at the letter and read to Ling: "The last Double Five Ponytails event was really interesting, but I am very curious about how you were able to remain indifferent when facing Uesaka-san's confession, Uehara-san, and what kind of confession can be considered a high-scoring confession. Please give me the answers, it is very important to me, thank you."

"Very polite." Sakura Ayane nodded, but she still couldn't calm down immediately. She said exaggeratedly, "Did Sumire confess to you at the event?"

Uehara Toru: "It's just a punishment game."

Sakura Ayane: "What did she say at that time?"

Uehara Toru: "Go check it yourself."

Sakura Ayane raised her hand: "Supervisor, can I check your phone? This doesn't count as a strike."

The supervisor wrote on the whiteboard: "Yes."

Sakura Ayane smiled slightly and quickly looked it up on her phone.

"Wait a moment, let me see, wow, why did I say so much, I fell in love with you without realizing it, and what else, my wallet is yours? I think it's a great honor for you to get five points."

Sakura Ayane didn't know whether she had a personal grudge or if she really felt that way, so she began to criticize this confession.

Toru Uehara thought she was a bit exaggerated, but didn't say anything. He was just wondering when to get the next letter.

"Senior, so what do you think a perfect confession is like?"

Uehara Toru was silent for a moment, then said, "Many times, if you don't get to the point, your words are useless. Different people care about different things."

Sakura Ayane: "So what does that mean?"

"I don't know. It's just a subjective feeling, but it's best to speak in accordance with the other person's needs."

Sakura Ayane seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly said, "Then..."

"Senior, it's very cold today. Do you want to have dinner together later?"

"Ok?"

"I have a familiar restaurant that you've never eaten at, and you've never shared it with anyone, but I want to take you there to try it once, what do you think?"

Uehara Toru raised his head slightly and looked at Sakura Ayane who was smiling gently at this time, and then he also showed a faint smile.

"Yes, very good."

"Yeah!~" Sakura Ayane cheered happily.

"So, my dear listener, did you hear that? This is the 'standard answer' - there are more words worth our careful consideration than 'I like you'." She said mischievously, and then continued with a refreshed tone: "The next letter!~"

Her tone was obviously much happier, and the warmth gradually spread from her face, so much so that she couldn't help but take off her scarf, revealing her slightly rosy face. She fanned herself gently, and her heartbeat quickened for some reason.

"Senior, don't you think the room is starting to get hot?"

Uehara Toru replied calmly: "I don't feel anything."

"Really? Maybe I'm wearing too much."

Volume 125: Chapter : Taking a break

Sorry, I'm so tired.

Take a day off today.

small theater.

Two years ago.

Miss Sakura and Inori Mizuno who just entered the voice actor school.

Sakura Ayane looked at the girl who was sitting in the window seat and eating lunch silently. She seemed very lonely.

So she decided to go up and talk to him.

But how should I start a conversation?