Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

About half an hour later.

Su Yuyan suddenly covered her mouth, rolled off the bed, and staggered into the bathroom.

wow——

The tap was turned on, and the sound of rinsing mouths came out, interspersed with indistinct curses.

Jiang Fan lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, his lips still twitching.

The bathroom was quiet for a few seconds.

Su Yuyan came out.

She leaned against the bathroom door frame, her hair disheveled and casually falling across her chest and back.

She wiped the water from the corner of her mouth and glared at Jiang Fan.

That glance, both hateful and alluring, coupled with her biting her lower lip, was incredibly lethal.

"Jiang Fan, are you sick?"

Jiang Fan rolled over and lay on his side to look at her.

"You just said you'd bite me, I gave you the chance."

Su Yuyan grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him.

Jiang Fan rolled over to dodge.

"You—" Su Yuyan's chest heaved with anger, "I was talking about your shoulder!"

"You didn't explain it clearly."

Su Yuyan plopped down on the edge of the bed, her shoulders slumping.

"...It's disgusting."

"I saw you just now—"

"Shut up."

Jiang Fan wisely refrained from continuing the conversation.

After a while, Su Yuyan turned half her body and looked at him sideways.

Are you happy now?

"good."

"Not bad?" Su Yuyan's tone rose again.

"I'm quite happy," Jiang Fan quickly corrected himself.

Su Yuyan snorted and fell backward, resting the back of her head on Jiang Fan's stomach.

Staring blankly at the ceiling.

"You're young, but you're quite wicked."

Jiang Fan didn't reply, but placed one hand on her chest.

Su Yuyan slapped her hand away.

"sleep."

Her breathing gradually became even.

Jiang Fan looked down—he was asleep.

He gently moved her head onto the pillow and pulled the blanket over her.

The system panel lit up briefly.

[Deep Compatibility x3, Lifespan +3000]

Current lifespan: 34100

[Remaining lifespan: 37 days and 3 hours]

-

the next morning.

When Jiang Fan woke up, Su Yuyan was already sitting in front of the dressing table.

She glanced at him in the mirror, snorted, and ignored him.

Jiang Fan rummaged through the kitchen, made breakfast, and brought it out.

Su Yuyan glared at Jiang Fan as she looked at the cup of Yili yogurt in front of her.

Jiang Fan shrugged. "You only have yogurt here."

Su Yuyan glared at him for three seconds, then picked up the glass and drank it.

After finishing his drink, he wiped his mouth with a tissue and gestured with his chin toward the door.

"Let's hurry up and leave after we finish eating. I have a guy to film this morning."

She stood up, took two steps, and then stopped.

"And those two songs—don't fool me."

"Won't."

Su Yuyan waved her hand, signaling him to get lost.

-

10:00 AM, Fanyin Studio.

Zhou Yutong was sitting at the front desk, watching the replay of "The Voice of China" with comments on her work computer.

Upon seeing Jiang Fan enter, he jumped up.

"Brother Fan! Did you see the trending topics for 'The Wind Rises' yesterday?"

"I didn't see it."

"The number of short video parodies of Shen Nian's song has exceeded 20 million! Sister Nian's Weibo followers have increased to 3.4 million!"

Zhou Yutong clenched her hands together, her face turning red.

Where is Shen Nian?

"I'll wait for you inside. I arrived at 8:30." Zhou Yutong followed behind. "She said you promised to give her a new song today."

Jiang Fan pushed open the office door.

Shen Nian was sitting on the sofa with a sheet music open on her lap. She looked up when she heard the noise.

"They're here."

Today I wore a light blue sweatshirt, tied my hair in a low ponytail, and went completely makeup-free.

My complexion is completely different from a month ago—my face has color, and the lines of my chin are more rounded.

Jiang Fan sat down in the boss's chair and handed the pre-printed sheet music to Shen Nian.

Shen Nian took it, her gaze falling on the title.

"Invisible wings?"

"Um."

She flipped to the next title and read on.

"Each time, I find strength amidst hesitation and loneliness. Each time, even when deeply hurt, I don't shed a tear."

"I know I've always had a pair of invisible wings that carry me, flying me over despair."

Shen Nian read through the entire song lyrics, then turned back to the first page and read it all over again.

Then she placed the sheet music on her lap, looked up at Jiang Fan, and her eyes were practically overflowing with adoration.

"You'll sing this song in the second episode." Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair. "The melody is simple, and the technical requirements aren't high, but it really tests a singer's understanding and expression of the lyrics. When you sing this song, you don't need to show off your skills; you need to sing with power. Convey positive energy."

Shen Nian gripped the sheet music tightly and stood up.

"I'll give it a try."

The two arrived at the recording studio.

Jiang Fan turned on the accompaniment.

The piano prelude flowed out, clean and warm.

Shen Nian held the microphone and closed her eyes.

"Each time, I find strength amidst hesitation and loneliness—"

"Even when I'm deeply hurt, I never shed a tear."

The voice came from deep in the throat, clear and bright.

"I know, I've always had a pair of invisible wings—"

Shen Nian frowned slightly.

"Take me flying, flying over despair."

The accompaniment stopped.

The recording studio was silent for a few seconds.

Shen Nian took off her in-ear monitor and turned around.

"How is it?"

"First take, passed." Jiang Fan made a mark on the mixing console, "But when you sang the words 'take me flying' in the chorus, your breath went too high. This song doesn't need that; it needs to go lower."

"Sinking?"

Shen Nian thought for a moment and put her in-ear monitor back on.

"Again."

The second time was better.

The third time, the chorus was handled differently, but the transition between the bridge sections was still broken.

On the fourth time, Shen Nian stopped singing after finishing the chorus.

She took off her in-ear monitor and sat down in front of the mixing console.

"I know where the problem lies."

"explain."

Shen Nian lowered her head, her fingers slowly tracing the lyrics on the sheet music.

"When I sang 'Fly Over Despair,' I was thinking about the past." Her voice was very soft. "So the emotions came out, but I couldn't control them."

Jiang Fan didn't interrupt her.

"If you make me sink, I can't think about those things. I have to think about other things."

"What are you thinking about?"

Shen Nian's fingers stopped on the sheet music.

She looked up at Jiang Fan.

Think about the present. Think about the future.

Jiang Fan looked at her for two seconds and then pressed play.

"The fifth time."

Shen Nian stood up and walked back to the microphone.

This time, she closed her eyes.

"Each time, I find strength amidst hesitation and loneliness."

The moment the sound came out, Jiang Fan's hand stopped on the mixing console.

Not the same.

The first four repetitions of the suspense were a recollection. Singing on the wound.

Her voice is beautiful, but it makes the listener's heart ache.

"I know I've always had a pair of invisible wings that carry me, flying me over despair."

She didn't push the words "take me flying" to the top.

The breath was steady and supported there, neither too high nor too low, like feet firmly planted on solid ground.

Then, when the words "flying over despair" came down, there was something in her voice.

It's like overcoming adversity, the joy of realizing a dream after going through hardships.

The last note stops.

Shen Nian opened her eyes, took off her in-ear monitor, and looked at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head.

"That's the feeling."

Shen Nian's lips twitched slightly.

She hung the in-ear monitor back on its stand, walked over, and sat down in the chair next to Jiang Fan.

She kept her head down, her fingers twisting the cuffs of her sweatshirt.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

"This song... was written for me, wasn't it?"

Jiang Fan turned to look at her.

Shen Nian didn't look at him, but stared at her fingers.

"Even when I'm hurt, I don't shed a tear," she recited a line from a song, her voice low. "How do you know I'm not crying now?"

Jiang Fan did not answer the question.

He reached out and patted Shen Nian's head.

"That's enough for today. Go back and rest, and we'll refine the details tomorrow."

Shen Nian hummed in agreement and stood up.

As she reached the door, she glanced back.

"Are you going back to your apartment tonight? I'll cook for you."

Jiang Fan rubbed his lower back, his expression somewhat subtle.

"You can cook?"

"What's wrong?"

"What can you do?"

Shen Nian thought for a moment. "I can make noodles."

Jiang Fan dropped the pen from his hand.

Shen Nian was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was thinking, and her face flushed red to the roots of her neck.

"I meant noodles!!"

She grabbed a cushion from the sofa by the door, threw it at me, and then ran away.

The door slammed shut.

Zhou Yutong's voice came from the corridor: "Sister Nian, why is your face so red?"

"Get out of my way!"