I am a voice actor, not your emotional support

An He Subaru stared at Nina's receding back and suddenly asked, "Nina, you."

"You didn't do it on purpose?"

Renai turned around suddenly with her guitar on her back.

"Eh?"

Volume 1: Chapter 56 Is it just a cold, cold money transaction?

"What do you mean?" Rencai asked in confusion.

An He Subaru looked at Renai's really confused expression, then changed his tone and showed a bright smile: "Haha, I'm kidding you, okay, I'll go this way, let's meet up at Sister Momoka's place tomorrow.

Once you can play a few simple songs, we can follow what Uehara-san said and go perform on the streets."

"Oh...oh." Nina always felt that there seemed to be another deeper meaning in An and Subaru's words, but she didn't know how to respond.

After saying goodbye to An and Subaru, Nina hugged Uehara Toru's guitar tightly and returned to her little room excitedly.

As soon as the door opened, she eagerly flicked on the light switch, pulled out her guitar, and excitedly began to play casually, even starting to jump up and down for joy.

It was not until the neighbor downstairs could no longer bear it and came upstairs and knocked on the door to remind her to watch the volume that she calmed down and became quiet.

Nina pouted and said, "I just danced for a few minutes..."

"It seems that I can't practice at home, so I can only go to Momoka-san... No, she's busy there too. So, is it over at the Tamagawa Overlook Park?"

"Never mind, let's just leave it at that for tonight, hehe." Rencai held up the guitar and looked at it carefully for a moment under the bright light.

The black and white glaze body of the guitar does not have any damage, and the strings also appear to be well maintained and there are no problems.

"Che, when I finish practicing the guitar, I will definitely surprise you, hum." She said to herself, then gave the guitar a deep hug with a satisfied smile on her face.

At the same time, An and Subaru were waiting for the train on the station platform, watching the train slowly coming in. The lights on the bridge railings flickered on her face, and the strong wind blew her, causing her black hair to flutter in the wind.

The girl hummed the second half of "Fly Me to the Moon" softly. Her voice was ethereal and pleasant, like the sound of nature.

you are all i long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words

"I love ... you." As she sang the last line, the tram arrived at the platform, accompanied by the sound of puffs and the announcement.

An Hesuba gently played with his long, smooth black hair, smiled and shook his head.

"Nina, those who know nothing are the most cunning..."

After she finished speaking, the girl walked into the carriage.

-

On Saturday, the script arrived.

This time, the documents were not collected from the office but were delivered directly to his doorstep. All he had to do was go out and sign for them.

To be honest, although this may sound a little uncalm, when Uehara Toru took the file bag, his hands did tremble slightly, and the excitement in his heart was difficult to hide.

Although a protagonist role does not represent everything, it is already a very valuable reward for Toru Uehara's persistence over the years.

This is also equivalent to telling him that the path he has chosen is correct and he can continue to move forward on the path of voice actor.

However, the excitement did not last long. Toru Uehara soon calmed down, began to open the file bag, took out the script and read it carefully.

He planned to read it at least seven or eight times, and then memorize all the content within today. He had already finished reading the original manga of "Firefly Forest", and the next thing to do was to study and analyze the script in depth.

Uehara Toru bought a few futons for his home and placed them neatly in front of the French window near the courtyard. He picked up one at random, sat cross-legged, facing the flowers and grass in the courtyard, and lowered his head to read the script attentively.

Time passed quietly, and at about 1:30 in the afternoon, Toru Uehara completed his goal of reading the book seven or eight times and prepared to change clothes and go to work.

The work content is naturally the sketching courses for those rich ladies. It has not yet ended, and there are still two classes left.

Hey.

Toru Uehara swore that he would never take such a troublesome job again.

-

Today's sketching location is no longer the riverside, because the best time to enjoy the flowers has passed, and it may be crowded there now. Therefore, Uehara Toru prepared a very intimate location for them.

The Tama River in Kawasaki, which is the park where I confessed to the little sister before.

It was not for their own convenience, but because they had already visited other famous parks in Tokyo. After experiencing the crowded scene once, the three ladies were unwilling to go to those places again.

This, of course, also includes Toru Uehara's clever guidance.

In short, today's sketching location has been determined to be Tama River, and no matter who says it, the location will not be changed.

Today, Toru Uehara was wearing a black cotton jacket with a light blue round-neck T-shirt underneath and a pair of fitted jeans. He had a new watch on his wrist. It wasn't an expensive brand name, but a cheap 1,000 yen decoration bought from a second-hand store. It had no other use except for looking good, and even the hands didn't move.

Standing on the stairs, Uehara Toru took out his phone and checked the time. He found that half an hour had passed and he was still late.

Soon, a black car came into view, with a unique appearance that was unforgettable at first sight. The grille on the front was like a cheetah's nose, and the headlights on both sides were sharp and energetic. The lines on the hood were smooth and powerful, just like the muscles of a cheetah running.

Uehara Toru took a step back subconsciously, and he immediately realized that this was a car for the ladies. Driving such a sports car in Kawasaki seemed a bit too conspicuous.

The sports car quickly stopped in front of him. As the door opened, the person who walked out of the car surprised Uehara Toru.

In addition to Mrs. Uesaka, there is also a handsome middle-aged driver, and... Sumire Uesaka.

"Um……?"

Sumire Uesaka did not come up to greet him cheerfully as she usually did. Instead, she gently extended her hand and waved at him from below, with a faint smile and reserve on her face.

Today, Sumire Uesaka's outfit was in a standard young lady style. She wore a beige dress dotted with white spots. It was neither as exaggerated as her previous Lolita style, nor as simple and casual as when she accompanied him to Akihabara before.

The middle-aged driver, who looked handsome and a little unruly, was whispering something to Mrs. Uesaka, while Mrs. Uesaka was explaining with a wry smile.

After watching for a while, Toru Uehara got bored.

What a family drama. How long do I have to watch it? Mrs. Sakura, Mrs. Lily, where are you two?

In the end, the handsome middle-aged driver seemed to convince Mrs. Uesaka, and he got in the car first and drove away.

At this time, Mrs. Uesaka looked at Toru Uehara, smiled bitterly and said, "My husband also wants to come here to take your class later, Mr. Uehara, you don't mind, right?"

Toru Uehara: "..."

Do you think my mentioning of "I mind" can change the outcome?

Of course I have no objection to that.

He nodded.

Soon, another business car drove slowly over.

Toru Uehara looked up and noticed that the vehicle was parked there. It was obviously not a private car, but one that was brought here through a taxi service.

The car door slowly opened, and the first person to get off was naturally Mrs. Sakura. This time her hairstyle was no longer a bun, nor was it curly, but a smooth long black straight hair. It must be said that Mrs. Sakura really has an ageless girlish heart. Every time she comes to class, she changes her hairstyle and always dresses up beautifully.

However, following behind Mrs. Sakura was a woman that made Toru Uehara frown whenever he saw her.

Sakura Ayane.

Sakura Ayane originally wanted to complain, not understanding why she had to leave bustling Tokyo and run to such a far place to sketch.

But as soon as she got out of the car and held her mother's hand, she saw Toru Uehara's cold face.

"Eh?"

……

"Mrs. Lily's child is sick today and she's at the hospital, so she can't come. But she said today's class will still be hers," Mrs. Sakura explained with a smile.

Beside her, Ayane Sakura had the same expression as her mother, and was looking at Toru Uehara with the same look.

Uehara Toru had a blank expression on his face, as if he had returned to factory settings, and he looked cold to everyone.

At this time, Uesaka Sumire's father also arrived at the scene. He took off his sunglasses and hung them on his collar. When he saw Mrs. Sakura, he also nodded politely.

Toru Uehara didn't want to waste any more time and went straight to the point.

"Today's sketching is different from before. I will use watercolors instead."

"Everyone, please make some preparations first. Get the paper, easel, and paint ready before you begin."

"Today's theme is to paint a work that suits your mood today, whether it is based on the current background or not."

Sakura Ayane listened to his explanation and felt that he was quite serious. She couldn't help but turn her head and whispered to her mother, "Why didn't you tell me before that this is the teacher who taught me to paint?"

Mrs. Sakura gently covered her mouth and smiled in response: "I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. It turns out that Mr. Uehara is the colleague who will be dubbing with you next."

Sakura Ayane glanced at her mother and said nothing.

It sounds fake.

I guess he has discovered it a long time ago, but just refuses to tell me.

But I didn't expect that he is so talented.

On the other side, the father sitting next to Uesaka Sumire began to comment: "As a teacher, he lacks affinity, and there is obviously a sense of arrogance in his bones. I don't like this person very much."

Mrs. Uesaka interrupted him with a smile: "Don't talk about these irrelevant things here. Come and help me set up the easel. If you make Mr. Uesaka unhappy, you will suffer."

"How could I bear this?" Uesaka's father looked at his daughter, only to see that her eyes were following that man without any concealment, and he suddenly felt unhappy.

He secretly blamed his wife for being too rash and choosing such a teacher for his daughter. His daughter was still too young, just at the age of entering college, but she was affected by bad influences so early, which was really intolerable.

Uehara Toru glanced at the time on his phone, then cast his eyes toward the sparkling Tama River. After confirming that the time was about right, he turned around and saw that they had already set up their easels and started preparing the paint.

He first walked up to Sakura and her daughter and began to explain to them the things to pay attention to when mixing paints.

“Don’t over-mix the paint, or the color will become cloudy.”

"Also, remember to clean your brushes after painting for a while to prevent the colors from mixing."

"In addition, because we chose to paint by the river today, the humidity may have an impact on the painting. If the effect is not as expected, it is normal."

While explaining, Toru Uehara helped adjust the painting tools. His concentration and professionalism, as well as the rich knowledge he displayed, amazed Sakura Ayane.

However, Toru Uehara didn't seem to care about Sakura Ayane's gaze. After confirming that Mrs. Sakura had no other questions, he walked straight towards Sumire Uesaka.

Mrs. Sakura picked up the paintbrush, chuckled and said, "Why, are you moved?"

"No, it's just that I feel like I'm meeting him for the first time. It's a bit fresh."

"There are even more new things I haven't told you." Mrs. Sakura lightly dipped the paint and then lightly touched the paper. The color began to spread gradually on the paper, just like a flower from bud to fully bloomed, which was both magical and full of fun.

"What?" Sakura Ayane asked curiously.

"Help me wash the brush first, and I'll tell you." It was a comfort to order his daughter around, especially when she needed his help.

Mrs. Sakura saw her daughter obediently helping to wash the brushes and smiled softly, "Did you see Aunt Uesaka's daughter?"

"I've always wanted to introduce you two to each other, but you always said you were in a bad mood, and you were busy with work, so I never found the opportunity."

"so what?"

"Sumi really likes animation and the anime, so you two should have a lot of common topics, but I guess you got the upper hand."

"Sumi has officially become Mr. Uehara's student. They are now in a true teacher-student relationship, and she is learning voice acting knowledge from him."

"Teacher and student...?" Sakura Ayane blinked her lively eyes and looked at Uehara Toru again, with a subtle change in her expression.

What? It turns out you have a relationship with such a pretty girl...

What about you always acting like you hate the opposite sex?

The mystery surrounding Toru Uehara seems to be growing stronger, and his image in Sakura Ayane's heart is also quietly reshaped.

"Mr. Uehara, I don't think you are that professional."

"Hmm?" Facing the questioning of Sumire Uesaka's father, he acted calmly.

As mentioned before, Uehara Toru is usually more patient and friendly with men. Most of the time, conflicts between men can be resolved through communication, and are not as complicated as they are sometimes with women.

Now this middle-aged father is showing hostility towards me...

There is probably only one reason.

Toru Uehara glanced at Sumire Uesaka indifferently, but Sumire Uesaka mistakenly thought that he was giving her a secret signal. Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she seemed to be grabbing the corner of his clothes while turning her father's back.

"Mr. Uesaka, what exactly do you want to know?"