Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon

Chapter 1142 - 1148: The Girl I Love (1)

An Ran saw Lin Wanqing’s schadenfreude expression and instantly understood.She stood up angrily, "It’s you, isn’t it?!"

Because of her anger and the unknown drug, her voice sounded much lower than usual, with a slight crack at the end.

"Oh dear, what happened to your voice?" Lin Wanqing feigned "surprise", shrugged, "I have no idea, please don’t make baseless accusations."

"You..."

An Ran indeed had no evidence, and could only point at Lin Wanqing, her chest heaving with anger.

Lin Wanqing’s lips curled with sarcasm, "Good luck in the upcoming competition."

Saying that, she tossed her hair and walked out with light steps.

I’m so mad I could die!

Meanwhile, in front of the stage, the competition had officially begun, and the host started to warm up the crowd and introduce today’s judges.

When the camera focused on Lin Wanqing, she smiled innocently, "I hope every contestant here today gives their all and achieves a result they’re satisfied with."

This woman—

An Ran bit her lower lip as the dressing room door was pushed open by a staff member.

Someone urged her to go on stage.

With no choice, An Ran grabbed an unopened bottle of mineral water, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and soothed her throat.

Following the staff member towards the stage, An Ran tried clearing her throat.

She discovered that as long as she maintained a steady breath, her voice wouldn’t sound too hoarse.

But the limitation was immense.

Creating a great work relies heavily on the emotional transitions in breath.

Yet in her current state...

What was she supposed to do?

The competition officially began.

As the contestants before her took the stage one by one, when it was An Ran’s turn, she went up with a heavy heart.

The bit of confidence she’d painstakingly built up vanished entirely because of the drug that made her voice hoarse.

Leaving only apprehension and unease.

She must have the lowest score in the whole venue.

In her current state, she surely has the lowest score.

Sitting in the judges’ seats, Lin Wanqing saw An Ran’s dazed look, smirked, adjusted her posture, totally enjoying the show.

An Ran, didn’t you want to compete for the top three? Didn’t you love having Chi Cheng step in for you?

Alright, I’ll give you this chance.

To let you utterly embarrass yourself in front of so many people, in front of the netizens paying attention to this voice acting contest.

Do you really think you can compete with me?

With a gentle snort, Lin Wanqing gave An Ran a dismissive glance.

A few minutes of preparation time.

An Ran’s dedicated voice acting scene began.

Staring at the big screen, An Ran felt her lips trembling.

She used to care less about technique and more about the character’s emotions and feelings.

But now, her sore throat made her completely forget about it.

Her mind was consumed with, how do I breathe in a way that people don’t notice my voice is hoarse?

What volume should I use for this line, so others don’t notice the flaw of my discomfort?

By the time she realized, she had already finished dubbing a long segment.

An Ran stood there stunned, vaguely hearing regretful murmurs from the audience.

"No way? Can she make it to the top ten with this level?"