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[XX Bank: Your account ending in xxxx received a transfer of 150,000 yen on October 28th at 21:15. Your current account balance is 150,032 yen.]
Fifteen thousand yen?
Nanami's eyes widened instantly; she wondered if she had just cried.
She rubbed her eyes hard and looked at the screen again.
That's right.
It is 150,000.
No more, no less, it was exactly the amount of tuition she owed to the voice acting school.
how come?
who is it?
Is it a prank?
With trembling hands, she opened the bank's app.
Enter your password to log in to your account.
When she saw the number "150,032" clearly displayed in the account balance column, her brain completely shut down.
it is true.
A sum of money was indeed deposited into her account.
But... what exactly is going on?
Just as she was still in shock, her phone vibrated again.
This time, it was a notification of a new email.
The sender's name consists of only one single letter.
[X]
Nanami's heart skipped a beat, and a strange premonition welled up inside her.
She held her breath and opened the email.
The email subject was: 【Don't give up.】
The main text consists of only one sentence.
【Aoyama and Nanami, you deserve help. Don't give up on your dreams.】
There was no signature, no explanation.
Simple and direct.
Mr. X...
Nanami stared blankly at the name, tears welling up in her eyes again.
But this time, it wasn't because of despair, but because of an inexplicable and inexplicable feeling of being moved.
In her most helpless and darkest moment, a ray of light shone in without warning.
A complete stranger pulled her back from the edge of the cliff.
Who is he?
How did he know about her predicament?
Why should he help her?
Countless questions swirled in her mind.
But now, she doesn't have time to think about these things.
She immediately opened the voice acting school's official website, logged into the payment page, and used the money to pay off all the tuition fees.
When the "Payment successful" message popped up on the screen, Nanami felt as if the mountain that had been weighing on her heart had been lifted off her shoulders.
She let out a long sigh of relief, and collapsed onto the bed.
The crisis is over.
Her dream can continue.
She stared at the email from "Mr. X" on her phone, over and over again.
"Thank you……"
She spoke softly to the empty room.
"Thank you, Mr. X."
No matter who you are, I will never forget this kindness.
……
……
"In Academy City, Start the Paradise Project"
Volume 1: Chapter 116: Mr. X
In the hospital ward.
Mr. X is none other than Itsuka Yuto.
He looked at the girl's face on the screen, her cheeks wet with tears, yet her hope rekindled, and couldn't help but smile.
Plan passes.
He knew that for a girl like Aoyama Nanami, who had a very strong sense of self-respect, any extra comfort or explanation would be superfluous.
The most direct and effective help is to solve her most fundamental problem—money.
He anonymously transferred a sum of money into her account, exactly the amount of tuition.
This would solve her immediate problem without causing her too much psychological burden, such as making her think that someone had ulterior motives towards her.
That email was meant to let her know that someone was watching her and supporting her.
Let her understand that her efforts were not in vain.
Yuto leaned against the headboard and coughed softly twice.
This body is incredibly frail.
However, this is also good, so there's no burden when leaving after the simulation ends.
The previous two simulations, whether it was drowning or being hit by a car, were not pleasant.
He looked at the girl on the screen, who had regained her spirits and started planning tomorrow's training, and his gaze softened.
Keep going, Aoyama Nanami.
……
With the tuition crisis resolved, Aoyama Nanami seemed to have a huge weight lifted off her shoulders, and she became radiant with energy.
She felt like she had an inexhaustible supply of energy.
To repay the mysterious "Mr. X" and to live up to this hard-won opportunity, she trained harder than ever before at the voice acting school.
They are the first to arrive at the training room every day and the last to leave.
She put in 200% effort in both vocal exercises and acting out lines.
Everyone has witnessed her progress.
During an emotional expression class, her performance of a sad monologue even brought tears to the eyes of several classmates.
"Qingshan, your emotional investment is very effective and very infectious."
The instructor, a seasoned voice actor with considerable experience in the industry, first gave his approval.
Nanami was overjoyed, straightened his back, and looked forward to the praise that was about to come.
However, the teacher changed the subject and her expression became serious.
"However, Aoyama-kun, I must remind you again."
"Your accent is a very serious problem."
The teacher's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of cold water poured over Nanami's head.
"Your enthusiasm is commendable, but your accent... if you can't completely improve it, you'll never get ahead in the voice acting industry."
“Voice acting is a profession that uses voice to create characters. A voice actor who can’t even speak standard Mandarin properly is a desecration of the character and irresponsible to the audience.”
The teacher's words pierced Nanami's heart.
She clenched her fists subconsciously.
To make her words more convincing, the teacher pointed to a boy quietly packing his things in the corner of the classroom.
“Look at Tanaka-kun, he’s also from Kansai, and he’s actually quite talented.”
"But he's been here for almost a year and still can't shake off his Kansai accent. So he's giving up, and next month he'll be going back to his hometown."
“I’m telling you this not to discourage you, but to make you understand the cruelty of this industry. There’s no place for half-finished products here.”
All eyes turned to the boy named Tanaka.
He lowered his head, remained silent, and simply quickened his pace in packing his things before fleeing the classroom as if escaping.
Nanami watched his lonely figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions, as if she saw her own future reflected in his.
She doesn't even know how she got home that day.
The teacher's words lingered in her mind.
She lay in bed, holding Torajiro, and for the first time, she began to doubt her own convictions.
"Torajiro, was I really wrong?"
she muttered.
"Do I have to completely kill off the part of myself that speaks Kansai dialect in order to become a voice actor?"
"But... that's a part of me too. If I lose myself, what's the point of becoming a voice actor?"
She felt she was caught in a dilemma.
On one hand is the identity she has been proud of since childhood.
On the other hand, there was the dream she was risking everything to pursue.
There seems to be an insurmountable chasm between the two.
She was unwilling to give up so easily.
The next day, she spent the entire day exploring the bookstore street and then spent the whole day in the school library.
She wanted to find more effective teaching materials or methods specifically designed to correct accents.
However, most of the pronunciation guides on the market are just generalities, and they are of little use to her deeply ingrained dialect habits.
She felt a wave of weakness wash over her.
Is there really no other way?
Late at night, she lay wearily in bed, and thought of that "Mr. X" again.
A strange feeling arose spontaneously.
She always felt that her mysterious benefactor was omnipotent.
If he knows precisely that she is short of tuition fees, then... could he also know that she is currently troubled by her accent?
The moment the thought popped into her head, she found it somewhat ridiculous. At the same time, she felt that she was being greedy and excessive, entrusting the solution to others.
The other person was just a kind-hearted person, not a god.
"Aoyama and Nanami, don't cause trouble for others anymore! Remember, only through your own efforts can you solve problems!"
'come on! '
She cheered herself up, then turned over and forced herself to close her eyes.