135 A Reassuring Line
As soon as they entered the recording studio, Han Yixuan felt like the girl beside her had become a different person.
According to Pei Ningle, she had never been to a place like this either, but for some reason, she wasn’t nervous at all. Her communication with the arranger and the recording engineer was extremely confident.
This recording studio was hidden in an ordinary office building. It was very small, with only two rooms: the control room and the sound field. To use the restroom, one had to go out and find the public restroom in the office building. But the decoration and equipment inside looked very professional. The walls were covered with sound-absorbing foam, and more than a dozen microphones were set up in the sound field.
However, for Pei Ningle, only one of them was needed.
First, the accompaniment of the song had to be recorded, and different instruments had to be recorded separately on different tracks. Fortunately, Pei Ningle had already decided to keep it as simple as possible, and the accompaniment was only a basic piano. This made recording much simpler.
Although it was simple, it still took a lot of time to find problems, solve problems, and try different solutions during the recording. Han Yixuan found a chair, moved it to the brightest place, took out her review materials, and started reading.
A few hours later, when Han Yixuan felt she had almost finished reviewing this subject, Pei Ningle finally walked out of the sound field.
The petite girl stretched hard and then let out a long breath, as if relieved of a heavy burden.
Han Yixuan put down her notebook and book, went up to her, and asked, “Finished recording?”
Pei Ningle hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. “It’s not that simple. What we finished today is just a demo. I’ll take it back and think about it. I might need to adjust it again. And even if no adjustment is needed, there’s still post-production.”
Han Yixuan was suddenly curious. “Then can I listen to your demo?”
Pei Ningle: “Of course.”
At this moment, the recording engineer next to them said, “Come here, listen with these headphones.”
Han Yixuan went to the console and put on the headphones.
In the headphones, after a piano intro, the girl’s ethereal voice rang out.
“I step onto a road in the desert,
Looking at the dust-covered face in the mirror,
Hesitating silently in every dusk,
Lighting a candle for myself…”
In an instant, Han Yixuan was immersed in it. The ethereal voice and the melancholy, wandering melody formed a delicate balance. And the pure piano accompaniment made the atmosphere of the song like a hazy poem, narrating slowly.
Three and a half minutes later, the music ended.
Han Yixuan took off the headphones, stared at the petite girl less than two meters away, her expression quite complicated. “You wrote this yourself?”
Pei Ningle tilted her head. “Is there a problem?”
“I originally thought the songs you wrote would be the kind that are girlish, fresh, and youthful…” Han Yixuan tried to describe the impression in her mind. “But I didn’t expect your song to be… how should I put it?”
The recording engineer beside them smiled and added, “So artistic?”
Han Yixuan tugged at the hair by her ear and considered her words. “I can’t say it’s artistic. Many girls among my classmates have an artistic style, but the feeling they give me is completely different from Little Le.”
Recording engineer: “Because that’s a pretentious artistic style, right? This song has poetry in its bones, like Gu Chen’s poems.”
Han Yixuan reminded him, “That great poet ended up killing his wife and then committing suicide. It’s not good to say that.”
The recording engineer burst out laughing. “Just a little joke, hahahaha…”
“Hey, it’s just a song. You guys are getting more and more ridiculous!” Pei Ningle protested.
**
The final exams finally began.
For the other roommates, this was a nerve-wracking moment. But for Wang Heng, who had a foundation long ago and hadn’t neglected his studies usually, it was very easy.
He finished the entire exam paper and still had time to look around.
In the huge lecture hall, many unfamiliar students were sitting. His roommates were scattered in different corners, and the only acquaintance around Wang Heng was the vice president Fengjia Miaomiao diagonally behind him.
Bored, Wang Heng wrote the four characters Han, Pei, Lu, and Ye on the scratch paper, calculating the safety of his situation.
The horizontal row was the surnames of the four girls, and the vertical row was three measurement criteria—affection, intimacy, and yandere level.
Based on the practical experience of the first timeline, supplemented by the practice and thinking of the second timeline, he felt that he might have found some tricks. The attitude of the four female assassins towards him might be analyzed using these three criteria.
A little higher affection, no problem.
A little higher intimacy, might cause hidden dangers.
High yandere level… that goes without saying, must be vigilant.
But the problem now was that the hamster was just a hamster, not an omnipotent system. There was no game panel like in a galgame to tell him what the three values of each girl were.
He filled in numbers in each empty space, but recalling everything that had happened recently, he crossed them out one by one. After deliberating for a long time, he 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 like this for a while, the moment to hand in the papers finally arrived.
Wang Heng sat in his seat, waiting for the invigilator to collect the papers, and then heard Class President Sun Xingsi’s voice: “Teacher Wang, want to check answers with me?”
“Why check answers?”
Sun Xingsi, holding a piece of scratch paper with many answers written on it, had just walked up to him. Hearing this, Sun Xingsi was stunned.
“Isn’t checking answers normal?”
Wang Heng shrugged. “The papers have been handed in, and not a single word can be changed. In that case, what’s the point of checking answers?”
Sun Xingsi: “To make myself feel more at ease…”
Wang Heng: “Then I can’t help you. I didn’t write a single answer on my scratch paper, and I’ve forgotten most of the specific answers, sorry.”
Are you kidding? How could he show anyone the things on his scratch paper?
Helpless, Sun Xingsi turned to Fengjia Miaomiao next to him.
Fengjia Miaomiao: “What are you looking at?”
Although this was a bit direct, there was no malice in her tone. It was just that slight subtle accent, combined with the phrase “What are you looking at” (Ni chou sha), made Sun Xingsi subconsciously shudder.
“Nothing, nothing.” Sun Xingsi retreated in defeat.
Seeing this, Wang Heng couldn’t help but complain inwardly—Hey, hey, hey, you’re the class president. Is it really okay to be so cowardly?
Looking at Sun Xingsi’s back, Wang Heng turned to look at Fengjia Miaomiao again.
Fengjia Miaomiao glared back. “What are you looking at?”
“…Nothing.”
Wang Heng suddenly had an urge to cry.
Han Yixuan, Ye Xun, Pei Ningle, learn from her! Look at her! Towards an ordinary member of the opposite sex without intimate contact, this is the correct and reassuring attitude, okay!
