Chapter 115: Aaahhh, His Image!

“Director? The place you’re doing part-time work is at a school?” someone in the group chat asked curiously.

“Jiang City Loving Heart Orphanage—you know it, right? The one that recently trended on the local hot search.”

“The twelve bowls of Sour Soup Noodles?”

“Oh yeah, exactly! Let me tell you all, I just arrived today and already got to try the legendary Sour Soup Noodles.”

“Seriously, don’t even get me started—don’t you dare say anything else—the chef here at the orphanage makes Sour Soup Noodles that are absolutely unmatched.”

“That flavor is forever legendary!”

“Besides the Sour Soup Noodles, the canteen also offers buffet-style dishes, congee, fruits, and all sorts of things—it’s seriously amazing!”

Wang Qiang typed furiously on his phone, heaping on the praise.

“The most surprising thing, do you know what it is?”

“Hmm??”

“There’s a little kid here with an extraordinary talent for voice acting.”

“He’s quite young—not even five years old—and he’s never learned anything about voice acting before.”

“But he can imitate the voices of animated characters with ninety percent accuracy.”

“The emotions in his delivery are also pretty spot-on. Honestly, it completely blew me away.”

Seeing Wang Qiang’s enthusiastic description, the senior member in the group—who had previously recommended voice acting gigs to him—immediately tagged him.

“@Wang Qiang, do you have any video of that talented kid you mentioned?”

“There’s a character on my end that many people could technically voice.”

“But if possible, I think having a child do it would yield even better results.”

“???” Wang Qiang was stunned.

No way!

His newly recruited elementary student had only just begun formally learning voice acting, and job offers were already coming knocking?

Back when he was Xiao Hui’s age, he was still running around playing in the mud¹ with other kids.

Even after he started studying voice acting himself, it took him countless hardships and struggles before he finally got to where he was today.

Yet here was Xiao Hui, not even five years old, sitting at home and already landing actual voice acting work?

It was absolutely mind-blowing.

“I don’t have any videos on hand right now. Wait a moment—I’ll ask the director for permission. If she agrees, I’ll film something and send it to you as soon as possible,” Wang Qiang replied.

“OKK!”

“@Wang Qiang, Xiao Qiang, do they need an art teacher over there? I graduated from art school—could you ask for me?”

“Sure thing! But just so you know upfront, the part-time position here is as a volunteer teacher. They provide meals, but there’s no pay,” Wang Qiang clarified.

“Money doesn’t matter—I’m just genuinely curious about those Sour Soup Noodles you keep raving about.”

“I graduated from sports school—while you’re at it, could you also ask if they need a PE teacher?” another person in the group chimed in.

“…”

After washing the dishes, Wang Qiang stepped out of the canteen. Just as he reached out to lift the door curtain, he came face-to-face with Yuan Yuan, who was about to enter by lifting the same curtain.

Upon seeing him, Yuan Yuan offered him a polite, courteous smile.

“Teacher Wang, good afternoon!”

The moment Wang Qiang met Yuan Yuan’s sweet, lovely smile, his heartbeat went haywire again.

“Teacher Yuan, good afternoon! What a coincidence—we keep running into each other.”

“Yes, indeed. Teacher Wang, how do you find the food here at our orphanage canteen?”

“Is it to your taste? Are you getting used to it?”

“Used to it? Absolutely! Master Zhao’s Sour Soup Noodles are truly one of a kind—super delicious!”

“I just wolfed down three bowls in one go,” Wang Qiang blurted out, then immediately winced in regret and wanted to smack himself.

His mouth really was cursed.

Would Teacher Yuan think he was a total glutton after hearing that?

Aaahhh, his image!

“I’m glad you like it, Teacher Wang. Well then, I’ll let you get back to your things—I’m off to eat.”

“Oh, wait! Teacher Yuan, since we’ll technically be colleagues from now on, would it be alright if I added you on WeChat?”

“Sure!” Yuan Yuan nodded, took out her phone, and pulled up her WeChat QR code for Wang Qiang to scan.

After exchanging WeChat contacts, Yuan Yuan went inside to eat.

Wang Qiang, meanwhile, stood by the doorway clutching his phone, grinning like a fool.

“Teacher Wang, did something good happen?” Lu Qingqiang, who had just walked up behind him, couldn’t help but ask.

“Director Lu? Oh, no no—nothing like that! I just saw a funny meme earlier, and I couldn’t help laughing.”

“Heh heh, sorry if I embarrassed myself.”

Wang Qiang quickly composed himself, then continued, asking the question on behalf of his group chat friends.

“By the way, Director—my senior from the voice acting industry, the one who first got me into this field, heard me mention that we have a talented kid named Xiao Hui here.”

“He said he happens to have a role that’s highly suitable for Xiao Hui and is currently looking for a voice actor. He’s wondering if it’s alright to send over a short voice clip of Xiao Hui.”

“It’s fine, I suppose… Xiao Hui does have talent, but he hasn’t had any systematic training yet, and he’s still so young…” Lu Qingqiang said, her expression a mix of delight and concern.

“Whether or not it works out, it never hurts to give it a try.”

“I’m just not sure if the director and Xiao Hui himself are interested in pursuing this,” Wang Qiang asked.

“I’ve spoken with Xiao Hui before—he really enjoys voice acting and music.”

“Alright then, I’ll send you that clip from ‘Boonie Bears’ that I recorded last time. You can forward it to your senior and see what he thinks.”

“Got it, Director.”

After sending the video, Wang Qiang continued.

“There’s one more thing…”

“One of my seniors in the group graduated from art school and asked if you’re hiring an art teacher.”

“Art? Well, our Song Li is very interested in drawing, but she already has a teacher,” Lu Qingqiang replied.

“Director, is that teacher also one of the volunteer part-timers you recruited?”

“Not exactly. Song Li’s teacher is named Song Qingyuan. We happened to meet him at Happy Valley².”

“He said he really liked Song Li’s artistic style and spontaneously offered to take her on as his apprentice.”

“So far, he comes by three to five times a week.”

“Each time he visits, he not only gives Song Li drawing lessons but also takes the time to guide the other children as well.”

“I see… Then what about a PE teacher?” Wang Qiang asked again.

“A PE teacher? Sure, we could definitely use one!”

“Our newly built playground should be ready for use in the next few days.”

“I’ve noticed several children in the orphanage show real talent in sports.”

Among the children Lu Qingqiang mentioned was Su Tao, who always raced to the canteen first.

Besides Su Tao, Song Zhao and Su Chao also stood out remarkably in physical activities.

Both of them not only had excellent endurance but also top-tier jumping ability and overall physical fitness.

Right now, the trees on the mountain had just been finished planting.

The greenhouse behind the orphanage was also fully planted.

The remaining medicinal herbs and flowers to be planted on the mountain could be done gradually.

Even the fence to be built around the mountain’s edge, along with the Sichuan pepper³ plants and roses to be cultivated, could be handled slowly over time.

Since they now had some free time and the weather wasn’t cold yet, it was the perfect moment to schedule the fun sports day Feng Xiao had previously suggested.

And if, during the event, they could have a part-time volunteer physical education teacher on hand to help out, that would be great too.

“Should I ask him to come by for an interview when he has time?” Wang Qiang asked tentatively.

“Mm, sure. I’m available every afternoon these days.”

“Got it, Director. I’ll take care of it.”

While eating, Lu Qingqiang browsed through the necessary sports equipment they’d need.

Items like table tennis tables, a basketball court, horizontal and parallel bars, swings, and double rings—all standard fixtures for a playground—had to be arranged.

Translator’s Notes