As soon as he entered the recording studio, Han Yixuan felt that the girl beside him had changed.

According to Pei Ningle, she had never entered such a place, but for some reason, she was not at all nervous. She communicated with the arranger and the sound recorder and was very confident.

This recording studio is hidden in an ordinary office building. It has a small area, with only two rooms: the control room and the sound field. If you want to go to the toilet, you can only go out to find the public toilet of the office building. However, the decoration and equipment here seem very professional. The wall is covered with sound-absorbing sponges, and more than a dozen microphones are set up in the sound field.

However, for Pei Ningle, only one of them is needed.

First of all, you need to record the accompaniment of the song, and different instruments must be recorded separately with different tracks. Fortunately, Pei Ningle has decided to make it as simple as possible, and the accompaniment is only the most basic piano. In this way, recording is much simpler.

However, although it is simple, it still takes a lot of time to find problems, solve problems, and try different solutions in the recording. Han Yixuan found a chair, moved it to the brightest place, and took out her review materials and read it.

After a few hours, when Han Yixuan felt that she was almost finished reviewing this subject, Pei Ningle finally walked out of the sound field.

The petite girl stretched hard, then let out a long breath, feeling relieved.

Han Yixuan put down her notebook and book, greeted her, and asked, "Have you finished recording?"

Pei Ningle hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "It's not that simple. What I've done today is just a demo. I'll take it back and think about it. Maybe I need to adjust it again. And even if there is no need to adjust, it still needs to be done in the later stage."

Han Yixuan suddenly became curious: "Can you tell me your demo?"

Pei Ningle: "Of course."

At this time, the recording engineer next to him said, "Come here, listen to this headset."

Han Yixuan came to the console and put on her headphones.

In the headphones, after a piano prelude, a girl's ethereal voice sounded.

“I set foot on a road in the desert,

Dust in the mirror,

Hesitate silently at every dusk

Light a candle for yourself…”

In an instant, Han Yixuan was immersed in it. A delicate balance was formed between the ethereal voice and the melancholy and wandering tune. The pure piano accompaniment made the atmosphere of the song like a hazy poem, and told it in a leisurely manner.

Three and a half minutes later, the music ended.

Han Yixuan took off her headphones and stared at the petite girl less than two meters away, her face slightly complicated: "Did you write this yourself?"

Pei Ningle tilted his head: "Is there any problem?"

"I originally thought that the song you wrote should be the kind of girlish, fresher and more youthful..." Han Yixuan tried to describe the impression in her mind, "But I didn't expect that the song you wrote actually...what should I say?"

The recording engineer next to him smiled and continued, "So literary and artistic?"

Han Yixuan grabbed the hair in her ear and said carefully: "You can't talk about literature and art. There are many literary and artistic girls among my classmates, but they give me a completely different feeling from Xiaole."

Recorder: "Because that is a literary style that is pretended to be? This song is poetic in its core, like Gu Chen's poem."

Han Yixuan reminded: "The ending of that great poet is to kill his wife and then commit suicide. It's not good for you to say that."

The recording engineer burst into laughter: "Just kidding, hahahaha..."

"Hey, it's just a song, the more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes!" Pei Ningle protested.

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The final exam finally began.

For several other roommates, this was a terrifying moment. But for Wang Heng, who had already had a foundation and had not missed his studies, it was very relaxed.

He finished writing the entire test paper and still had time to look around.

In the huge staircase classroom, many strange classmates and roommates were all divided into different corners, and the only acquaintances around Wang Heng were Feng Jiamiaomiao, the deputy squad leader, who was slanted behind.

Bored, Wang Heng wrote the four words Han, Pei, Lu, and Ye on the calculation paper, and calculated his own safety.

The horizontal row is the surname of the four girls, while the vertical row is three measurement criteria - favorability, intimacy, and blackening.

Based on the practical experience of the purpose of the first week, and supplemented by the practice and thinking of the purpose of the second week, he felt that he might have found some tricks. The attitude of the four female assassins towards him may be analyzed using these three standards.

It doesn't matter if you have a higher likeness.

A little more intimate may cause hidden dangers.

The degree of blackening is high... Needless to say, you must be vigilant.

But the problem now is that the hamster is just a hamster, not a universal system, and there is no game panel in the galgame that tells him what the three numbers are.

He filled in the numbers in each empty space, but recalled everything that happened recently, and crossed them out one by one. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't get the exact answer.

"The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart..." Wang Heng murmured.

After a long time of delaying, the time for handing in the paper finally came.

Wang Heng sat in his seat and waited for the invigilator to take away the test paper. Then he heard the voice of the class leader Sun Xingsi: "Teacher Wang, do you want to give me the answer?"

"Why do you need to answer the answer?"

Sun Xingsi was holding the calculation paper that wrote many answers to the questions and just walked up to him. Hearing this, Sun Xingsi was stunned.

“Isn’t it normal to answer the answer?”

Wang Heng shrugged: "The test paper has been handed over, and it is impossible to change a word. Since that is the case, what is the meaning of the answer?"

Sun Xingsi: "Make yourself more at ease..."

Wang Heng: "Then I can't do anything. I didn't write a single answer on my draft paper, and I forgot the specific answers. Sorry."

Just kidding, how can you show those things on the calculation paper?

In desperation, Sun Xingsi turned to Feng Jiamiaomiao next to him.

Feng Jiamiaomiao: "What are you looking at?"

Although this was a bit straight, there was no malicious intention in his tone. Just the little bit of subtle accent, combined with the three words "What are you looking at?", made Sun Xingsi subconsciously shudder.

"It's okay, it's okay." Sun Xingsi retreated.

Seeing this, Wang Heng couldn't help but complain - Hey, hey, you are the squad leader, is it really okay to be so self-conscious?

After looking at Sun Xingsi's back, Wang Heng turned his head and looked at Feng Jiamiaomiaomiao.

Feng Jiamiaomiao glared back: "What are you looking at?"

"……nothing."

Wang Heng suddenly had the urge to burst into tears.

Han Yixuan, Ye Xun, Pei Ningle, you learn something and see others! Is this a reassuring and correct attitude towards an ordinary opposite sex who has no close contact?
Chapter completed!