Cāi Cāi

Chapter 44: Act VI: The Little Prince (6)

Eleven candidates sat in the lounge room, each with a number pinned to their chest. The numbers were randomly selected before entering the venue. Each candidate would walk into the recording studio to audition according to their number, and directly leave through the back door after their audition.

Tan Yiming's luck was not good, and he got 11th.

Xiao Qing was a little bit better than him and was 10th.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people left, waiting for their turn, it was inevitable that they would feel a bit restless.

"Why is Blizzard Entertainment stricter than Disney?" Xiao Qing whispered. "I was so nervous last time, it was like I was outside the operating room, waiting for my wife to give birth".

Sitting next to him, Tan Yiming was very calm. He was doing his vocal exercises to relax his vocal cords and throat.

Xiao Qing glanced sideways at him and suddenly asked, "You are not from a major, right?"

"... Not really." Tan Yiming had nothing to hide, but did not expect to be discovered so soon, "Is it obvious?"

"It's quite obvious." Xiao Qing said, "You have good talent, but you lack systematic exercises. I'm guessing you followed the online tutorials to teach yourself?"

"Yep."

Xiao Qing pulled a small card out of nowhere and stuffed it into Tan Yiming's palm.

Tan Yiming looked down at the business card: "Zeng Yinan Studio is now launching a special course for voice actors during the summer. Do you want to become a professional seiyuu?!! The 22-day training course only costs 38888 yuan, register as soon as possible!"

Xiao Qing said: "It's destiny for us to meet. I'll treat you like my brother? I'll give you a special price, wipe out those number eight!"

Tan Yiming: "..."

Xiao Qing cheered at him.

This was Xiao Qing's strategy to suppress his opponents from the ground up. The specific method was to ridicule in a calm manner, without dirty words, but with a mock sincerity caring for juniors with an old-ager attitude.

But Tan Yiming didn't even frown.

He took a pen from his pocket, turned the little card over, and wrote:

—Are you still worried about your pitiable English? Are you still ashamed that foreigners cannot understand your own Chinglish? Tan's Oral English Special Training Course is open at any time, only 9999!

Then he threw the card back into Xiao Qing's hand.

Xiao Qing: "..."

Tan Yiming thought about it and took the card back. With the pen, he added the US dollar sign before the 9999.

Tan Yiming: "With such a small business, there is hardly any profit, so I will not give you a discount."

Xiao Qing: "..."

...

Time passed minute by minute. After a long yet short wait, it was Xiao Qing's turn as the tenth person.

The middle-aged man got up, pulled at his clothes, and straightened the number on his chest, muttering, "I hope the examiner will not embarrass me."

After that, he took a deep breath, and was led by the staff to walk towards the recording studio.

Tan Yiming looked at his confident back, then looked at the number 11 on his chest, slowly closing his eyes.

Was he nervous?