Reborn I don't need a heroine

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

According to Pei Ningle, she has never been in such a place, but for some reason, she is not stage frightened at all. The communication with the arranger and sound engineer is even more confident.

This recording studio is hidden in an ordinary office building. It has a small area. There are only two rooms, the control room and the sound field. If you want to go to the bathroom, you can only go out to find the public toilet in the office building. But the decoration and equipment inside are very professional. The walls are covered with sound-absorbing foam, and a dozen microphones are set up in the sound field.

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

First of all, the accompaniment of the song must be recorded, and different instruments must be recorded on different tracks. Fortunately, Pei Ningle has decided to make it as simple as possible, with only the most basic piano accompaniment. This makes recording much easier.

But 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 to a place with the brightest light, and took out her review materials to read.

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 vigorously, then let out a long breath, feeling relieved.

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

Pei Ningle hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "It's not that simple. What I got 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 it doesn't need to be adjusted, it still needs to be done later."

Han Yixuan suddenly became curious: "Then can you show me your demo?"

Pei Ningle: "Of course."

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

Han Yixuan came to the console and put on the earphones.

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

"I set foot on a road in the desert,

Looking in the mirror, the wind and dust are busy,

Hesitating silently each evening,

Light yourself a candle..."

For a moment, Han Yixuan was immersed in it. There is a delicate balance between the ethereal voice and the melancholy tune. And the pure piano accompaniment makes the atmosphere of the song like a hazy poem, narrating eloquently.

After three and a half minutes, the music ended.

Han Yixuan took off her earphones and stared at the petite girl less than two meters away with a complicated expression: "You wrote this yourself?"

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

"I originally thought that the songs you wrote should be more girly, fresher, and more youthful..." Han Yixuan tried to describe the impression in her mind, "But I didn't expect that the songs you wrote were actually...how should I put it? ?”

The sound engineer on the side smiled and said, "So literary?"

Han Yixuan tugged at the hair by her ears, and said carefully: "I can't talk about literature and art, there are many girls who are literature and art among my classmates, but they give me a completely different feeling from Xiaole."

Sound engineer: "Because it's a fake literary style, right? This song is poetic in its bones, just like Gu Chen's poems."

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

The sound engineer laughed out loud: "Just kidding, hahahaha..."

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

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Final exams have finally begun.

For several other roommates, it was a harrowing time. But for Wang Heng, who already had a solid foundation and never stopped studying, it was very easy.

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

In the huge lecture hall, many unfamiliar classmates sat. The roommates were all assigned to different corners, and the only acquaintance around Wang Heng was Feng Jiamiaomiao, the deputy squad leader diagonally behind.

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

The horizontal row is the surnames of the four girls, and the vertical row is the three measurement standards - favorability, intimacy, and blackness.

Based on the practical experience of the first week, supplemented by the practice and thinking of the second week, he feels that he may have found some tricks. The attitudes of the four female assassins towards themselves can perhaps be analyzed using these three criteria.

It doesn't matter if the favorability is higher.

A higher degree of intimacy may cause hidden dangers.

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

But the problem right now is that a hamster is just a hamster, not a universal system, and there is no game panel like the one in Galgame that tells him the three values ​​of each girl.

He filled in numbers in every blank, but recalling everything that happened recently, he crossed out one by one. After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a definite answer.

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

After dawdling for a while, the time to hand in the paper finally arrived.

Wang Heng sat on his seat and waited for the invigilator to take away the test papers, then he heard the voice of the class monitor Sun Xingsi: "Mr. Wang, do you want to check the answer with me?"

"Why do you have to answer?"

Sun Xingsi was holding a calculation paper with answers to many questions, and just walked up to him. Hearing this, Sun Xingsi couldn't help being taken aback.

"Isn't it normal to have an answer?"

Wang Heng shrugged: "The test paper has already been handed in, and it is impossible to change a single word. If so, what's the point of the answer?"

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

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

Just kidding, how can those things on the calculation paper be seen by people?

In desperation, Sun Xingsi turned to Feng Jiamiaomiao who was beside him.

Feng Jiamiaomiao: "What are you looking at?"

Although the words were a bit blunt, there was no malice in the tone. It's just that subtle accent, combined with the words "what are you looking at", made Sun Xingsi shudder subconsciously.

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

Seeing this, Wang Heng couldn't help slandering—hey, hey, you're the squad leader, is it really okay to be so conscientious?

Looking at Sun Xingsi's back, Wang Heng turned to look at Feng Jiamiaomiao again.

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

"……nothing."

Wang Heng suddenly had the urge to burst into tears.

Han Yixuan, Ye Xun, Pei Ningle, you all learn a little bit and look at others! This is the reassuring and correct attitude towards an ordinary opposite sex who has no close contact!

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