Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan sat in his office chair, his fingers sliding across the virtual panel.

A song like "Itch" can ignite the concert's excitement, and another song that can captivate the entire audience can elevate the concert's artistic level.

He continued scrolling down Lao Huang's playlist.

After flipping through more than a dozen songs, one name popped up.

【"Puppet Show" - Exchange Price: 400 Life Points】

It was twice as expensive as a regular song, Jiang Fan clicked on the details.

[Includes: Professional opera vocal techniques + muscle memory]

After considering Su Yuyan's situation, I realized that she had never studied opera, and no matter how good her voice was, forcing her to sing in an operatic style would ruin the song.

But if the techniques are passed on to her, with her talent, she should be able to master them quickly.

Click "Redeem," and the numbers on the panel jumped.

The lyrics, music, arrangement, and singing techniques of both songs were all etched into his mind.

Jiang Fan didn't rush to close the panel.

He leaned back in his chair, thinking about the recently concluded "Journey to the West".

Song Siyi is preparing to publish a physical book, while Liu Qingshan and his gang are fiercely criticizing her online.

Relying solely on readers hurling insults at each other in the comments section isn't enough; we need to add fuel to the fire.

He remembered a song he had heard countless times in his past life and typed two words into the search bar—"Wukong".

【"Wukong" - Exchange Price: 200 Life Points】

It is it.

He knew all too well how wild this song was in his past life.

The unruly, rebellious, and defiant spirit in the lyrics and music is perfect for slapping Liu Qingshan in the face.

You say "Journey to the West" is cultural garbage?

Okay. Then I'll let the whole internet hear what garbage tastes like.

exchange.

Jiang Fan started composing the music and finally finished at 8 p.m.

He stood up and pushed open the office door.

He was the only one left in the entire office.

Jiang Fan seized the opportunity and went into the recording studio.

Put on your headphones and adjust the microphone height.

The scenes from "Journey to the West" flashed through my mind.

The cracked immortal stone of Huaguo Mountain was imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years in solitude.

And the way Liu Qingshan and his gang are jumping up and down online.

The accompanying music began, with piano and strings providing a low, somber sound.

Jiang Fan spoke.

"The moon glistens in the Milky Way, the road stretches endlessly. The smoke and dust have cleared, leaving only a solitary shadow..."

His voice was very low, carrying a sense of trapped resentment.

"Calling out to Buddha once, there's no turning back. Kneeling before one as a teacher, life and death are irrelevant..."

The chorus really gets the emotions going.

"What use is this iron rod to me? What good are these changes to me?"

"Still uneasy, still melancholy. The golden headband hangs over my head, I want to speak but cannot."

In the final paragraph, Jiang Fan's voice deepened to its lowest point before exploding outwards.

"Treading on the heavens, unrestrained and arrogant. The world is wicked and the path is treacherous, yet ultimately there is no escape."

"This blow will reduce you to ashes."

The last word ended, and the lingering echo of the final note reverberated throughout the recording studio.

Jiang Fan took off his headphones, walked to the mixing console, sat down, and listened to the playback once.

No problem. Export and save to USB drive.

-

The following morning, Jiang Fan arrived at Qitian Culture's newly rented office.

Not far from his studio, 300 square meters, is enough for now.

The renovation was very simple; several new computers hadn't even been unpacked yet.

Song Siyi sat behind her desk.

She wore a white shirt with a black pencil skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black Valentino high heels.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses without lenses sat on the bridge of his nose.

Jiang Fan glanced at the empty frame.

"Your nearsightedness is cured, why are you still wearing this?"

"I'm used to it." Song Siyi pushed up her glasses. "What do you want? I have an appointment with the printing factory owner at four o'clock this afternoon to discuss prices."

Jiang Fan didn't say anything, but took a USB drive out of his pocket, placed it on her desk, and pushed it over.

"Listen before you speak."

Song Siyi glanced at him and plugged the USB drive into the computer.

Open the file, put on your headphones, and play.

The intro to "Wukong" started playing in my headphones.

Song Siyi, who had been leaning back in her chair with her legs crossed, put her legs down when she heard the first line of the lyrics.

"What use is this iron bar to me?"

Her fingers remained motionless on the keyboard.

Wait for the audio to finish playing.

The office was silent for several seconds.

Song Siyi took off her headphones and looked at Jiang Fan.

"Did you write this song?"

"Hmm. It's the promotional song for 'Journey to the West'." Jiang Fan turned his chair to face her. "Didn't Liu Qingshan say we were distorting mythology? Didn't he call it cultural garbage?"

He pointed to the computer screen.

"This song will be available online tomorrow."

Song Siyi swallowed.

Having worked as an editor for five years, she possesses a sensitivity to words and emotions far exceeding that of the average person.

"What use is this iron rod to me?"—This is Sun Wukong's resentment.

"This blow will reduce you to ashes"—this is the response to all those who question it.

Even if Liu Qingshan and his gang of old scholars wrote a hundred articles condemning this song, they still couldn't defeat it.

Because words are cold, music is warm.

"Once this song is released..." Song Siyi's voice was a little hoarse.

"What's wrong?"

"I think Liu Qingshan is a bit pitiful."

Jiang Fan smiled.

He reached out and pulled Song Siyi up from the boss's chair, then sat down himself.

Song Siyi stood up in her high heels, and Jiang Fan pulled her up to sit on his lap.

"How are the talks with the printing plant going?"

"Is this how you usually talk about work?" Song Siyi glared at him.

"Both companies are willing to take the job. I've managed to negotiate a lower price; we'll sign the contracts this afternoon."

"Tell me if you don't have enough money." Jiang Fan put his hand on her waist.

Song Siyi tilted her head back and struggled to stand up.

"Let me go! This is an office! The door's unlocked!"

"You're the only employee in this company right now. Who's coming in?" Jiang Fan lifted her up with both hands and carried her to the desk.

Song Siyi's bottom landed on the table, her feet left the ground, and her hands instinctively braced themselves on the desk.

Several documents on the table were knocked off and scattered all over the floor.

Jiang Fan reached out and took off the glasses frame without lenses from her nose, then put it aside.

The hem of the white shirt was pulled out from under the pencil skirt and pushed all the way up to the shoulder blades.

The black bodycon skirt was rolled up and bunched up at the waist.

Jiang Fan's fingers hooked onto the edge of the stockings.

hiss-

"Are you crazy?! I just bought this yesterday!"

The second half of his sentence was swallowed back.

Song Siyi gripped the edge of the table with her fingers, turned her face to the side, and bit her lower lip to remain silent.

The desk is large, made of solid wood, and very sturdy.

But the table legs still made a slight creaking sound.

"Jiang Fan...you...don't go too far..."

Jiang Fan ignored her.

"What did you call me?"

Song Siyi's eyes were red, and she kept her mouth tightly shut, not saying a word.

Jiang Fan paused for a moment.

Song Siyi couldn't stand the feeling of giving up halfway, so she leaned forward slightly.

"……husband."

More than an hour later.

Song Siyi slumped on the desk, her legs dangling, one of her high heels lying on the carpet.

She raised her hand to brush away the stray hairs from her forehead; her stockings were ruined, torn from her thighs to her ankles.

"I have to meet someone this afternoon..."

Jiang Fan squatted down, picked up the high heel from the ground, and held her ankle to help her put it on.

She raised her hand to brush away the stray hairs from her forehead; her stockings were ruined, torn from her thighs to her ankles.

"I have to meet someone this afternoon..."

Jiang Fan squatted down, picked up the high heel from the ground, and held her ankle to help her put it on.

"Are there any spare stockings in the drawer?"

Song Siyi rolled her eyes at him.

Who keeps stockings in their drawer?

Song Siyi was so angry that she wanted to kick him, but when she lifted her leg, she couldn't muster the strength and put it down again.

Jiang Fan patted her on the shoulder, "I'll leave the contract signing this afternoon to you. I have some other things to take care of when I get back."

Song Siyi nodded.

Jiang Fan walked to the door, then stopped.

"By the way, I'll keep a couple more pairs of stockings in my drawer from now on."

A folder flew over, and Jiang Fan dodged it, smiling as he closed the door.