Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Let’s go back together. I’ll treat you to dinner.”
“Looking like this? What am I eating, dust? Besides, who knows who’s treating.”
ng Fan helped move the furniture around and slipped out imdiately. He left the cultural center and called a cab, arriving at his apartnt eight minutes later.
He called so takeout before taking a shower, so it arrived once he finished.
He ate as he checked his mailbox and chat group, but it was silent.
These dubbing directors surely received several submissions and emails every day, but ng Fan felt that with his own sense of presence, they should have seen his ssages long ago.
And ng Fan believed that the quality of his submissions should be passable.
This was kind of upsetting for ng Fan.
In fact, the directors—who ng Fan submitted to—did see ng Fan’s submission and had no problem with the quality of his clips. But the problem lies in the fact that ng Fan’s dubbing clips were all f*cking lead male character roles.
Also, they couldn’t help but admit that the dubbing clips that ng Fan submitted were suitable for a male lead as well. His tone was charming, emotionally endearing, and deep!
It was just that what kind of male lead roles would go to a naless guy like ng Fan; he didn’t even have one legitimate credit!
Big productions aside, several small scale male vocal leads had higher requirents than this. They would at least hire trained voice actors.
After all, top-rated voice actors were not expensive, and the popular and trustworthy ones were not expensive, either.
If ng Fan casted so clips that weren’t of a male lead’s dubs, the director might have been more tempted and assigned him so less important characters’ roles.
Naturally, ng Fan didn’t know of the ridiculous yet fascinating mistake he made.
He could dwell in sadness all he wanted, but he wasn’t too anxious. There were still many things to do at hand.
He didn’t run at night nor go on night tours, let alone KTV.
In the last couple of days of grinding [Mic Hog], not only Zhang Zhou Wei and the others were uncomfortable, ng Fan was quite disgusted with himself as well. Who wouldn’t be after singing a thousand songs in just three days? Plus the people he t while he was leeching songs were all kinds of strange.
He worked on his manga at night and opened his stream.
After gaining 10 million viewers for [Famous Strear], the next level of reward ca 90 million views later for the 100 million mark.
The rewards made ng Fan’s mouth water, but it was so hard to achieve.
To be honest, ng Fan was pretty adamant about completing this task, so he didn’t have an interest in streaming these last few days. However, he couldn’t be too lazy about the stream for he still wanted to maintain his connections with his fickle netizens, in addition to completing the rest of the missions and getting their rewards.
Were netizens the only ones that provided experience for [Famous Strear]?
Of course not.
These fickle netizens were connected to other tasks like the [Collector of Millions]. If it wasn’t for the popularity brought about by the stream, it would be ten tis more difficult to complete this task.
Plus the [Professional Manga Artist] task. This task required 100,000 sales of ten published works. If he wanted this level of sales, he had to rely on these netizens.
He had to treat them well!
Thinking of this, ng Fan suddenly felt the rewards from the [Mic Hog] task were finally of use.
Working on his manga as he stread at ho, ng Fan didn’t have to remain speechless like he did previously in the studio. He could talk as loud as he wanted at ho and even play music along with it.
ng Fan was definitely not one of those strears, who after gaining 6 singing skills and 4 voice appeal, would offer to sing joyously for his viewers.
He was very low key.
He worked on his manga and conversed with his viewers, and as they talked, he began to hum along to the music.
It was such a normal thing to do; what drawing strear wouldn’t hum along to their music once in a while.
“Until the end of life, you’re the one who buys vegetables. You’re the one who cooks and the one who receives the mail. You’re the one who cleans the dishes, takes out the trash, and unclogs the toilet.”
ng Fan’s voice was not too loud, and he seed to be very casual as well, but his articulation was clear, and the viewers in the stream heard him word for word. Plus, his emotions were all there since he had been going the emotional route all along.
“Huh? ng boss is singing?”
“Hahaha, did I misheard the lyrics?”
“F*ck! I didn’t know ng boss had such a nice singing voice!”
“Jesus f*cking Christ these lyrics sound more and more strange. It makes a manly guy like want to wash dishes for him!”
“Okay okay, it’s all on as long as you’re the one with !”
When the netizens discovered that ng Fan’s singing sounded good, he stopped singing. Naturally, he began to discuss the ornants he was drawing. “This Yin spirit in the novel outlined by Mr.Sleepy doesn’t feel suitable for her role as a character in the late Qing dynasty, so I’m gonna alter it a bit. You see, this special style produced in the late Qing Dynasty kind of adds a unique flair to her, doesn’t it? It’s a bit strange, but you have to admit the lines I just drew are very beautiful!”
Interact with the viewers, roast Mr.Sleepy, and boast about himself. Check.
Then he began to hum along to the music halfway through the chatter again. “Because of vocabulary, I will not fall in love. So my English is still at middle school level. Because of vocabulary, I haven’t grown and forgotten everything with two bottles of beer…”
“Wait a minute, can you f*cking stop singing for a mont!”
“These lyrics are too heart wrenching! I’m reminded of my fourth-grade exams!”
“I’m surprised! ng boss can actually sing so well!”
“ng boss, can you sing louder!?”
“It’s my first ti falling in love with the host’s voice from watching a drawing stream!”
“ng host’s voice is really pleasant!”
ng Fan quieted down after singing for a while and talked once again. The netizens were not pleased. Quickly, the phrases “Keep singing” appeared in the live comnts.
With such a big commotion, ng Fan couldn’t ignore the comnts. He smiled and said, “To force an art strear to sing, you guys are taking it overboard! Alright, I’ll sing. But now that you ntion it, I don’t know what to sing… Let sing one for you without music.”
ng Fan put down his pen, and with a serious expression, he began clearing his throat. He then started to sing. “Don’t wait for a thousand years to pass. Cao Cao said to , fairytales are all lies. I’m not your monkey bro~ monkey bro. You’re really incredible. Five great mountains cannot suppress you, but a gourd baby jumped out~gourd baby~ seven gourds on one vine. You’re not afraid of the wind or rain, ah~ah, ah ah ah black cat police officer…”
ng Fan entered a joyous mood as he sang to himself.
“Can you please be more serious!”
“Are you nuts? Hahaha!”
“Can’t you just sing properly?”
ng Fan paused to look at the live comnts and let out a hmph. “You guys are nuts, forcing an art strear to sing. Don’t you guys have a clue how serious I am?! It’s impossible to be a good singer. I’ll never sing well in this lifeti.”
ng Fan’s voice faltered. He imitated the voice and accent of Qie Grava, whispering in a raspy tone, “I don’t know how to be a singer, and art is the only thing that can maintain my way of life. Entering the stream is like going ho, but the stream feels more at ho than my house does. Everyone in the stream is a genius and speaks highly of . I really like it.”
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