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However, a few seconds later, as if she suddenly remembered something, she abruptly crawled out of the covers.
At this point in time...
Her heart skipped a beat for no reason.
A familiar feeling, almost forgotten by her, quietly surfaced in her heart.
She hesitated, then reached out and picked up the phone with its cracked screen, unlocked it, and opened her email.
An unread email lies quietly at the top of the list.
The sender's name made her pupils contract instantly.
——【X】
It's "Mr. X"!
He...he knows everything?
Did you know she failed the audition? Did you know how dejected and depressed she's been these past few days?
A complex mix of shame, nervousness, and a hint of anticipation welled up in her heart.
She almost dared not open the email, afraid of seeing any words of comfort or blame.
She bit her lip, her fingertips trembling, but finally opened the letter.
However, the contents of the email stunned her.
The email had no body, only a small attachment—an audio file.
what is this?
Nanami was full of doubts. She hesitated for a moment, then plugged in the headphones, put them on, took a deep breath, and pressed play.
After a slight static, a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice came through the headphones.
"Torajiro, I went to the voice actor school today! It's amazing there, the teachers and seniors are all so professional! I'll definitely work hard here and become the best voice actor!"
That... is her voice!
These are the words she said to Torajiro when she first arrived in Tokyo!
Nanami froze completely.
Next came the second recording.
"Wow, Tokyo is so expensive... But it's okay! This little bit of hardship is nothing for my dream! I'll work hard to earn money!"
His childish voice revealed a naive and optimistic spirit, like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.
"Dad still disagrees... but I won't give up! I'm determined to achieve something to show him that I made the right choice!"
Those resolute vows still seem to echo in my ears.
"Ugh... I got criticized for my accent again during today's practice. It was so hard... But I won't give up! So what if I speak the Kansai dialect? I'll make it my unique weapon someday!"
"The practice equipment that Mr. X gave me is amazing! I feel like I'm improving every day! It's wonderful! I must repay him with my best results!"
"I won the school competition! Torajiro! I did it! This is the first step towards my dream! I'm one step closer to becoming a real voice actor!"
"..."
These voices represent her journey from initial anticipation upon arriving in Tokyo, to self-encouragement when facing setbacks, to gratitude and motivation after receiving help, and the joy of achieving small successes.
There are some things she herself has almost forgotten.
But "Mr. X" remembered everything.
He has always been there.
In a corner unseen by her, they silently watched her every move, recording all her efforts, struggles, joys, and sorrows.
He was telling her this in a way:
Look at you, this is who you are.
This is Aoyama Nanami, who is willing to disregard everything, endure any hardship, and laugh through tears for her dream.
Do you really want to betray yourself like this?
"pat-"
A tear slid down from the corner of her eye and landed on the phone screen, leaving a small water stain.
Then came the second drop, the third drop...
Tears welled up and instantly blurred her vision.
As she listened to the vibrant version of herself through her headphones, and then looked in the mirror at her haggard, vacant-eyed, and unrecognizable self, a strong sense of self-loathing washed over her.
What has she been doing these past few days?!
Just because of one failure, should all past efforts be negated?
Just because a door closed, have you forgotten the determination you had to get here?
The sound from her earphones continued; it was the promise she had once made to herself.
She hugged Torajiro tightly in her arms, as if she wanted to meld him into her own body.
She was wrong.
How wrong.
The person she should least have let down, besides that mysterious "Mr. X," was the version of herself who once shone brightly for her dreams!
The audio finished playing, and silence returned to the headphones, but a tidal wave of emotions surged within Nanami's heart.
She quickly wiped away her tears, threw off the covers, and jumped out of bed.
The first thing I did was rush to the window and, with a "whoosh," pull open the curtains that had been closed for several days.
She squinted, greedily inhaling the fresh air from the window, then held her hands up to her mouth, making a megaphone shape: "Ah—Aoyama Nanami—you big idiot, big bastard, big moron—!!"
“Hoo, ho, ho—”
After shouting those words, she took a breath, then turned around and began tidying up the room, which resembled a garbage dump.
She threw all the dirty clothes on the floor into the washing machine, packed up the leftover instant noodle containers and snack bags and threw them away, and wiped the table and floor spotless with a rag.
She picked up the dusty professional books one by one, carefully wiped off the dust, and neatly stacked them on the table.
Finally, she walked up to the trophy that was covered by a cloth.
She took a deep breath and lifted the cloth.
She picked it up, wiped it carefully with her sleeve, and then put it back in the most conspicuous place in the room.
She hoped it would continue to serve as a reminder.
After doing all this, she felt as if she had been reborn. She picked up her phone and sent a message to her teacher at the voice acting school.
"Teacher, I'm so sorry to have worried you these past few days. I'm all better now and will be at class on time tomorrow."
Then, she called the store manager where she worked and told him that she could go back to work the next day.
She would no longer run away; she would use her actions to tell "Mr. X," and herself, that one or two failures could not defeat her.
Nanami walked to the desk and picked up the script for the role that had been rejected.
She opened the script, cleared her throat, and began practicing.
"Elina, don't you understand yet?..."
……
Volume 1: Chapter 120: New Voice Actress Qingyi (Part 7) ^/Liu eL Yi Saner Er Jiushan Qihai, Full Power Desu!
Osaka.
In a spacious Japanese-style room, a middle-aged man with a serious expression is looking at his phone, his brows furrowed.
He is Aoyama Nanami's father.
His phone's contact list was stuck on the name "Nanami," and his finger hovered over the call button several times, but he didn't press it.
A few days ago, he heard from his wife that their daughter had taken a long leave from her voice acting school because she was feeling unwell.
He said, "I told you long ago, she'd suffer sooner or later," but he was actually very worried.
He tried calling once, but the call was disconnected.
After that, no one answered when I called again.
Did this stubborn daughter suffer a great injustice in Tokyo, but couldn't bring herself to tell her family?
Because of the harsh words he had made, he couldn't bring himself to back down.
All I can do is silently refresh my daughter's rarely updated social media every day, hoping to see some news about her.
……
The next day, Aoyama Nanami got up very early.
She carefully combed her long hair and tied it into a neat ponytail. The girl in the mirror, although there were still faint shadows under her eyes, had bright and energetic eyes.
He was a completely different person from the dejected man he was a few days ago.
She entered the voice acting school on time.
As she entered the classroom, all the students looked at her simultaneously.
The news that she failed the audition for "Flying Bird Film" has probably already spread throughout the school.
If it were the old Nanami, she would have felt utterly ashamed and wished she could disappear into the ground, but now, she can calmly face everyone's gaze.
She straightened her back and walked straight to the teacher's office.
"Dong dong."
"Please come in."
Nanami pushed open the door and saw the teacher organizing lesson plans.
The teacher looked up and was somewhat surprised to see her.
"Aoyama-kun? You..."
"Teacher, I'm very sorry." Nanami bowed deeply to the teacher, his attitude sincere.
“A few days ago, I missed class without reason due to personal reasons and did not offer any explanation, which caused trouble for you and your classmates. It was due to my immaturity and lack of professionalism, and I sincerely apologize for my previous lapse in behavior.”
The teacher was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "It's good that you're back, Aoyama. You must remember that 99% of the time on the path of a voice actor is spent facing rejection and failure."
Being eliminated once is nothing; the important thing is whether you can get back up. Now it seems you've found the answer.
"Yes, teacher." Nanami straightened up, her eyes slightly hot.
"Go and prepare for class." A relieved smile appeared on the teacher's face. "Don't let me down today's lesson."
During the subsequent voice acting practice class, when the teacher announced Nanami's return, there was a slight commotion in the classroom, but it quickly subsided under the teacher's slightly stern gaze.
"Alright, (1) The Spirit Cry Bar Driver is Wuliu's practice for today, which is a courtroom debate scene. Aoyama, you'll be the A role and dub the defendant's lawyer."
This arrangement undoubtedly thrust Nanami directly into the center of everyone's attention.
Several classmates who had previously mocked her now wore expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.
Nanami walked up to the microphone.
"be opposed to!"
The moment she opened her mouth, the entire classroom fell silent.
She handled the long monologues that followed with ease.
She is aggressive when facing opponents, but full of sympathy when facing wronged clients; her emotional shifts are extremely natural.
After the dubbing ended, the classroom fell silent.
Those classmates who were waiting to see the joke were now gaping, their faces filled with disbelief.
The teacher's eyes gleamed with admiration, and he led the applause. "Very good! Excellent! Qingshan, your performance this time showed me a real lawyer. You turned your experience into your weapon. This is growth."
The applause grew from sparse to enthusiastic, and some classmates who had previously kept their distance from her even came over after class.