I have a lot of achievements

Chapter 171
"Crazy, hahahahaha!"

"Is that you, Fat Guevara?"

"666!"

"I didn't expect Fatty Meng to have such a voice!"

"A painting anchor will give you a parody show after singing, and ask you if you are convinced!"

"another one!"

Meng Fan's voice is still very good. It is very amazing and pleasant to the fans in the live broadcast room. It is another rather silly speech, and many of the fans laughed out loud through the screen. As the barrage thickened, so did the presents.

"Can't you watch me draw quietly?"

Meng Fan smiled, continued to play the paused music, picked up the paintbrush, and continued to draw, but he didn't stop talking, chatting: "Everyone has their own dreams, right? I do too. Painting is a dream. , and the other one is dubbing. I have always wanted to be a voice actor, and I have practiced a lot. Today, I just submitted drafts to several dubbing directors, but there is no response yet, so I guess it’s cold.”

Chatting with a group of friends, I kept drawing with my hands, and talked about a lot of interesting things that happened during my dubbing training and interesting people I met. Of course, the names must not be mentioned.

Most of the friends in this live broadcast room are comic lovers, and they are naturally very interested in the field of voice actors. After Meng Fan chatted a few words, everyone who was clamoring for Meng Fan to do another one also quieted down. .

In addition to the novel and attractive content, the voice and rhythm of Meng Fan's narration are also the reason why they are willing to listen quietly, just like listening to a story.

Not to mention, the picture is quite warm.

As Meng Fan talked, he could feel the atmosphere through the screen, and he could clearly see that many new water friends came in.

There are still a lot of barrage, but the barrage is also very quiet, not so much noise.

This really surprised Meng Fan, co-authoring, and chatting can really be used as live broadcast content.

It seems to be true.

It is true that the beautiful anchors in the live broadcast room are always very attractive.

Of course, there are also some old iron jokes.

It's just that Meng Fan is a little different, he doesn't talk about coquettishness or jokes, just chatting.

Meng Fan felt very comfortable in this way.

It was eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye. Although Meng Fan would continue to draw, he didn't intend to continue the live broadcast. It would definitely not be good if all the comic content was broadcast live.

"The last picture will be broadcast after drawing. Everyone, go to bed early."

When Meng Fan drew this last picture, he just remembered the content of this picture in the original novel, and suddenly he had a bad taste, and said: "I don't know how many fans of the original "Spirit Underground" there are, I think this part is troublesome. The writing is still very emotional. I will read it for everyone.”

Then, Meng Fan's crushed voice sounded in the live broadcast room: "...Ah Ruo always felt that his hands were sticky. When he turned on the faucet, the water was a little icy. He stretched it out and waited for the hot water to come out. It was hot, but the water was red, scarlet, and immediately there was a stench. Bugs, a purple bug also came out of the faucet. The bug had a human face and was grinning. Ah Ruo lost his mind He stepped back and bumped into a person. People? How could there be someone in my own house! Turning around, a girl holding a cat was smiling at her: "Let's learn how to meow together, meow meow..."

"I got a weed!"

"are you crazy!"

"Canceled!"

"I'm already in the mood, okay?"

"I've already prepared to be scared, why are you doing this to me!"

"Anchor Meng, you can easily break your waist like this!"

"I have a bad heart!"

"..."

After Meng Fan's voice was suppressed, it was indeed possible to create a terrifying atmosphere. According to what the girl would say next and the development of the plot in the novel, it was very scary. Meng Fan was shocked when he was reading the novel. Goosebumps all over my body.

Meng Fan knew that with the contagious power of his voice, if he really followed the original book, the water friends in the live broadcast room would definitely be scared. He couldn't bear it, and he didn't want the originally warm live broadcast to end in this way, so he made a fuss a bit.

"Hahahaha." Meng Fan smiled awkwardly but politely, and said with some embarrassment, "Then what, just kidding. Now, let me read you a love poem to accompany you to sleep."

"Crazy, who wants you to read love poems to us!"

"Gays in gay are angry, report it!"

"Run away!"

"Sexy. Sensual. Host. Broadcast, sultry online!"

"I won't believe anything you say!"

"I don't listen I don't listen!"

"Sleeping yarn! Meng, if you want to sleep, just tell me!"

"Let's go, the sour smell is getting stronger and stronger!"

"If you don't listen, go away, we still want to listen!"

"Why, you guys, there are still girls in this live broadcast room! The girls expressed that they want to be teased by anchor Meng's voice!"

"Hurry up! No boy has ever read a love poem to me in this life!"

Many people in the barrage are refusing, but the number of people online has not decreased.

Regardless of whether he refused or not, Meng Fancai began to recite affectionately: "How I wish there was a doorway / In the morning, the sun shines on the grass / We stand / Holding our own door leaf / The door is very low, but the sun shines on the grass. It’s bright/the grass is bearing its seeds/the wind is shaking its leaves/we stand and don’t talk/it’s so beautiful/there’s a door and we don’t need to open it/it’s ours and it’s so beautiful/…the grass behind the wall /Grown no longer/It touches the sun only with its fingertips."

Meng Fan finished reciting Gu Cheng's "In Front of the Door", then leaned closer to the camera, and continued to say affectionately, "There is one last sentence. I love you. A poem is not enough. If possible, let me live in your heart." , three meals a day, all year round."

He stretched out his hand to cover the camera, the live broadcast room went dark, and then the broadcast went down.

"Fuck, are you so coquettish?"

"It's a broken leg!"

"What to do, I was teased!"

"Is this the fat Meng I know?"

"Goosebumps all over my body!"

"Is this a painting anchor or a chatting anchor? Why are there so many tricks!"

"I'll cut out the love poem and the last paragraph later and listen to it as a bedtime audio. If any sister wants it, I'll send it to the group!"

"...Brother, can I have it?"

Meng Fan went down the broadcast, but there were still comments in the live broadcast room, and soon the various water friend groups became lively.

"It's quite interesting!"

Meng Fan took a sip of water, he had never said any flirty words before—oh no, it seems that he still said some embarrassing and earthy love words in order to complete the confession of [a good person]—this is really a pretty amazing experience .

Sound appeal, that is, let the sound move people.

Meng Fan felt that his voice was really moving.

It seems that it is difficult to find a dubbing job through this. However, the attribute of voice appeal is not useless after obtaining it.

It can be seductive in the live broadcast room, but it should be possible in reality... right?

Looking at the peak online statistics and the number of viewers increased by the system, Meng Fan was a little surprised by the statistics.

(End of this chapter)