“It’s not a training uniform,” Ye Wenyu insisted. “I bought it myself.”
Sure enough, if you tell a lie, you will have to cover it up with a thousand lies.
Chi Dongting zoomed in on the picture to examine it carefully. “Someone posted a photo of the sports department’s training uniform. It really looks exactly like what you wore that time.”
Ye Wenyu: “…Black T-shirts all look the same.”
Chi Dongting: “Really? But that white ring around the collar looks identical. Oh, and here…they said the training uniform would have the wearer’s name embroidered on the sleeve!”
Chi Dongting ran over to show him the phone: “Wenyu, look, it’s this character.”
Ye Wenyu: “…”
Ye Wenyu: “Mine doesn’t have that.”
Chi Dongting: “But it really looks similar. Wenyu, how about you take the shirt out again and let’s check?”
Chi Dongting added, “I’m telling you, there are a lot of unscrupulous merchants these days. My mother once bought a vintage piece she loved online at a bargain, but later she found out it was a donated old shirt meant for mountain villages…”
Ye Wenyu cut him off, “I don’t have the shirt anymore.”
“Huh?” Chi Dongting tilted his head. “You don’t? Where is it then? Didn’t you just wear it a few days ago?”
Ye Wenyu: “Didn’t you say it was too big? I donated it to a mountain village.”
“…?” It was so unexpected that Chi Dongting couldn’t help letting out an “Ah?” “You…just donated it?”
Ye Wenyu confirmed, “I donated it.”
A brand new piece of clothing, just because it was too big, got donated right away?
Chi Dongting felt something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He scratched his head. “Oh, okay then. Donating is good. My mother also said that doing good deeds from a young age is like paying into social insurance…the earlier you start, the sooner you benefit.”
Before class in the afternoon, Ye Wenyu and Chi Dongting stepped into the classroom and saw An Xue standing there hugging a roster, looking like she had eaten a bitter melon and muttering to herself.
Chi Dongting chuckled and walked over. “Are you casting a spell?”
An Xue shot him a mournful glance and sighed heavily. “If only I could cast a spell, I’d summon a male lead right away.”
Ye Wenyu walked over and put down his book. “What’s the issue with the casting? Too many lines?”
“No,” An Xue answered weakly. “Lines are secondary. The main problem is that the role has very specific requirements for voice tone and timbre. None of the candidates can deliver that kind of feel.”
Ye Wenyu: “What about the voice acting club? Is there anyone suitable who could come help out?”
An Xue: “I’ve asked. There is one guy, but he doesn’t know any French at all. The male lead has so many lines in French, he wouldn’t even be able to cram at the last minute.”
That was indeed a tricky problem.
Ye Wenyu was considering the possibility of seeking help from students in the sophomore or senior years when someone suddenly called from the doorway, “Wenyu, someone’s looking for you.”
Ye Wenyu subconsciously turned around and saw Yan Chen standing there waiting for him in the hallway outside the door.
Class was about to start, and there weren’t many people going in and out of the doorway anymore. Only some inside the classroom turned to look out of curiosity.
Yan Chen handed over the bag of clothes. “It’s washed and cleaned.”
Ye Wenyu had been planning to go find him at the swimming pool after class, so Yan Chen showing up now was a complete surprise.
Fortunately, it was a pleasant surprise. And this time, he didn’t forget his intention to ask for Yan Chen’s contact information.
He had already organized his words in his head, but before he could speak, the other party beat him to it.
Yan Chen: “Are you having problems with the dubbing competition?”
Ye Wenyu was a bit surprised. “How did you know?”
Yan Chen replied vaguely, “I heard it from a friend.”
Ye Wenyu naturally thought of [Maoqiu] and didn’t doubt him. “Well, one of the roles has very demanding requirements. We haven’t been able to find the right person.”
As soon as he said that, the other party followed up, “Do you need help?”
Yan Chen looked down at him, his tone calm, as if he was only asking out of obligation to a friend. “I know a bit of French. I learned it before.”
Though it sounded like a question, it probably had more to do with politeness.
Normally, one should politely decline, but for the first time, Ye Wenyu lacked tact and responded without almost no hesitation, “Yes.”
He was afraid that if he refused, Yan Chen would really just drop it.
Yan Chen’s voice was undoubtedly as outstanding as his looks, and his tone perfectly matched all the criteria An Xue had listed. Plus, he could speak French…it was like he was made for the role.
And besides that, there was another very important point.
The early stages of the dubbing competition required a lot of practice time. If Yan Chen really joined, they would naturally get many chances to see each other going forward without him needing to come up with excuses.
He had already decided: once they were fully familiar with each other and officially friends, he would confess everything to Yan Chen.
By then, he could admire his “collectible” openly and without restraint, no longer needing to worry about scaring him.
Yan Chen seemed a bit surprised at how readily he agreed. After two seconds, he finally asked, “Okay. What do you need me to do?”
Ye Wenyu: “You’ll need to do a voice test first. Just read a segment from the script. It’s at the Art Building. If it works for you, you can head over there directly after training in the afternoon.”
His mouth was faster than his brain, and the moment he finished speaking, his heart sank.
Logically, he shouldn’t know Yan Chen had training in the afternoon, much less that it was at the swimming pool.
He started to panic a little, frantically thinking how to explain if Yan Chen asked.
Who knew that Yan Chen wouldn’t ask anything at all. He simply nodded, pulled out his phone, and said, “Let’s add each other on WeChat. Send me the classroom number. If anything comes up, I’ll let you know.”
