"You don't think..." those were just materials searched online, do you?
The words reached the tip of her tongue, but suddenly she halted.
Jiang Keer thought it was better not to say it.
Indeed, the dean of the Broadcasting Department, Dean Wu, looked intently at Ye Wan, "If I didn't count wrong, were there 9 human voices and 10 kinds of prop sounds?"
A wave of astonishment swept through the back seats.
"There were 10 kinds of prop sounds? Why did I only hear about five or six?"
"It's not your fault your ears aren't up to par!"
"The train at the beginning, doves, steps, glass breaking, and the sound of something falling into water; in the middle, the shoving and hitting, tearing paper, drowning noises; and finally, the sound of a door opening and wind blowing, it's definitely 10 types."
"Those, those 9 voices, were they all her?"
