Cultivation Shura Field

Then Song Xingye followed Xu Zhe into the study.

"Just sit by the bed. I'm too lazy to move the chair. Okay, Feifei, do you have any new ideas about what you just said?"

Tang Lingfei held her head and said resentfully, "I don't have any ideas anymore. You're almost draining me dry!"

Song Xingye asked quietly, "Is composing music so difficult?"

Without waiting for Xu Zhe to answer, Tang Lingfei rushed to say, "If it was a free composition, it would be fine, but Xu Zhe assigned me a composition assignment! No, it's not even a composition. He asked me to correct it word by word, and I couldn't accept even a single mistake!"

"Then listen to what the results are now."

Xu Zhe said this and released the part that had just been confirmed.

Song Xingye listened quietly and said, "It seems good."

Tang Lingfei: "Just good? I put a lot of effort into it!"

"Don't worry, it will be better with electronic music. It's still a rough draft. Come on, we only have a little bit left. The section I just mentioned should be higher when it starts..."

As Xu Zhe said this, he gently stroked her head.

Tang Lingfei enjoyed the pat on the head, did not complain, and continued to work.

Song Xingye sat on the bed beside them and watched the two of them work. As she watched, she couldn't help but feel sleepy. She lay back and soon fell asleep...

She didn't know how long she slept, but suddenly, she was awakened by Tang Lingfei's cheers.

"Finally done. Hey, it's already early in the morning!"

Xu Zhe comforted him, "Thank you for your hard work. Your efficiency is really beyond my expectation."

Song Xingye rubbed her eyes and sat up, only to find that she had already put on a coat. It was Xu Zhe's coat, and thinking about Tang Lingfei's concentration on making music, it was not difficult for her to guess who put the coat on her.

The girl couldn't help but smile secretly.

But the other girl thought of something and felt aggrieved: "Is my role just to help you compose music? Didn't you say that you still need my voice..."

Xu Zhe immediately said, "Don't worry, this song can be re-arranged and sung with vocals. We will rent a recording studio tomorrow and let you sing it properly. Well, considering that it is already past midnight, we can also say it is today."

Tang Lingfei was a little surprised: "Is it so urgent? And you just said that you want to re-arrange it, so doesn't the main melody need to be adjusted? Even if nothing else is changed, the lyrics need to be carefully considered, right?"

Xu Zhe smiled and said, "Come with me to the recording studio and you will know."

Tonight, while trying to complete "Fade", he finally recalled some of the lyrics of the vocal version. So he decided to name the pure electronic version of this song "Fade" like in his previous life, and the vocal version would be "Faded".

Song Xingye suddenly asked, "Do you want my dad to help you find a recording studio?"

Xu Zhe nodded: "I'll tell him after I wake up. Just send him a text message."

Tang Lingfei: "It's not a good idea to let Xiaoye's father work overtime on Sunday, right?"

But Song Xingye answered for him: "It doesn't matter. My dad has very flexible working hours. When he has nothing to do, he can use Monday to read books and study. When he has something to do, he can still work on Sunday."

Tang Lingfei blinked: "Xiao Ye, if your dad knew you said that to him..."

Song Xingye: "It's okay, this is what he told me last time. He also said that when the company recruits someone else, there must be a clear disciplinary system."

As the boss, Xu Zhe scratched his head. He felt troubled just thinking about the disciplinary system. In his previous life, he worked online and was used to arranging his own working hours. In this life, he performed so well, to a large extent, in order to win himself a more relaxed and free treatment.

He doesn't like constraints and prefers to be driven by his inner desire. But he also knows that if he really wants to establish a company, it would be too naive to rely solely on everyone's self-awareness and passion.

----

On Sunday afternoon, Tang Lingfei walked into a seemingly ordinary building with a nervous mood.

Also traveling with her were Song Xingye and Xu Zhe.

The three of them climbed two flights of stairs and entered the door, and their eyes lit up.

Completely different from the old and plain exterior, the interior of this room is quite interesting. As soon as you enter the door, you can see a table full of buttons and other operating devices. Opposite the mixing console is a large piece of transparent glass.

Inside the glass is where the music is recorded.

Tang Lingfei saw the microphone inside and the various musical instruments in the cabinet outside, and she immediately became excited. She couldn't help but walk around, touching here and there, unable to hide her emotions at all.

Xu Zhe talked to the sound engineer. The price was agreed in advance, but Xu Zhe needed to clarify his needs.

Tang Lingfei picked up a guitar, plucked it twice, hummed softly, and played the melody she created last night.

Song Xingye came up to her and asked in a low voice: "Are you familiar with the lyrics?"

Tang Lingfei: "I don't need to memorize the lyrics. I'm going to take them in and sing while reading them."

Song Xingye was still a little worried: "But those are all English lyrics, how do you pronounce them..."

Tang Lingfei patted her on the shoulder and said, "Oh, you underestimate me, don't you? I don't speak English very well, but I have no problem with the lyrics. To be honest, writing lyrics is more difficult."

Song Xingye nodded: "I never thought Xu Zhe could write lyrics."

Tang Lingfei: "Yes, although those English words are quite simple, if it were me, I would definitely not be able to write them."

That is, it's good enough that you can write a good high school English composition - Song Xingye thought so, but it was not good to disturb her confidence at this time, so he held back and said nothing.

The sound engineer suddenly reminded: "The singer is in place, let's go through it first and try it out."

Tang Lingfei took a deep breath, patted her chest gently, and followed the sound engineer's instructions to walk into the recording area. Through the glass, she could see the people outside, but she couldn't hear the outside sounds.

The girl put on headphones, closed her eyes and silently adjusted her emotional state.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and began to sing with great confidence:

“You-were-the-shadow-to-my-light…”

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269. See, this is why

See, this is why...

I still remember that regarding the protagonist's career path, a reader had long suggested that he could copy a few songs to quickly accumulate the first pot of gold. My response at the time was that copying songs was not that easy, because you couldn't be reborn with downloaded music files, and there were too many details required for music creation.

Of course, the bigger reason is to avoid trouble. Because if you look for unpopular songs, people will complain, "I've never heard of this before." If you look for popular songs, then there will definitely be fans who will jump out.

In fact, this is also the reason why I don’t invest in MiHoYo or other companies that are more likely to cause conflict. The author just wants to write a novel and doesn’t care about so many trivial things, let alone get involved in those verbal disputes.

Of course, the reason for not investing is unrealistic. In the real world, the person who invested in Mihoyo is the first domestic mobile Internet company to be listed in the United States. If you don’t have connections, you don’t know how to operate capital, you don’t know how to supervise other people’s accounts, and you don’t even know how to bury traps in the contract. If you are just a reborn person with a million in your hand, angel investment is just giving money away. They can kick you out in minutes and you don’t even know how you lost.

Let’s get back to the question of music.

Everyone has also noticed that, whether out of moral or ability reasons, the protagonist did not copy the song, but found the original author, and in order to show respect, he even took out a share of the subsequent profits...

I didn't expect that even though the armor has been stacked to this extent and it is obvious that it is helping the original author, there are still people who come out to criticize.

Of course, this has little impact on my novel, because the main storyline of the protagonist is not about plagiarizing songs. Even if this character is deleted directly from the book, it is not a big deal. Of course, there is no need to change it at the moment. I will get off work soon and go back to writing.

But everyone should understand one thing, that is, why so many authors like to create a parallel world, and why they have to make it a fictional modern urban setting. Why are there fewer and fewer novels that dare to combine the real background?

Because we are here to write novels, not to engage in verbal battles in the fan circle.

270. Chapter 268 267 You are so short

270.

After nearly two hours, the sound engineer pushed his chair back and said, "I didn't expect this girl's voice to be so good. The recording went so smoothly."

Hearing this, Song Xingye couldn't help but be surprised: "Singing a few lyrics so many times, and not singing well for more than an hour, is this considered smooth?"

The sound engineer glanced at her and sneered, "Do you know how many times a professional singer can record a song?"

Song Xingye: "Do I need to record it many times?"

The recording line thought for a while and said: "Actually, we shouldn't say how many times we have to record, but how many days. If it doesn't go well, it could take a month in the recording studio."

Song Xingye couldn't help but smack his lips: "A song?"

The sound engineer nodded: "That's right. If it's an album, the time frame is unpredictable, and the span might be calculated in years. She's a professional singer, so I think this girl has a really good voice."

Hearing what the professionals said, Song Xingye couldn't help but feel a little excited for his good friend: "So she's better than a professional singer?"

The sound engineer scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

At this time, Xu Zhe next to him explained: "You can't say that, because professional singers have higher requirements. And we have to tune the sound anyway, so there's no need to be too picky."

Sound engineer: "It's mainly because it's shorter. Other people's songs take at least three and a half minutes, but yours is less than a minute, and the vocal range required is not wide. Overall, it's not difficult."

At this time, Tang Lingfei had just come out of the recording area. After hearing the conversation, she interrupted and said, "That's right, Xu Zhe, why is yours so short?"

Xu Zhe: "..."

"Hahahahahaha!" The sound engineer slapped his thigh and laughed.

Song Xingye looked confused. After two or three seconds, he suddenly reacted and covered his mouth with his hands and laughed.

Tang Lingfei didn't understand the situation at all and kept saying, "What are you laughing at? I'm right, this is very short!"

Xu Zhe explained seriously, "It's not short at all. You have to know that we are making electronic music. You sing a line, and they can adjust it to a different sound in various ways, and arrange and combine it back and forth to play five or ten lines in various styles."

The sound engineer tried to hold back his laughter and said, "So, handsome boy, you can be long or short, right?"

Xu Zhe: “That’s a must.”

"Puchi..." Song Xingye couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Tang Lingfei looked puzzled: "What are you all laughing at? What's so funny?"

Xu Zhe: "It's okay, I'll buy you some melon seeds later."

Tang Lingfei: "I don't like eating melon seeds. It's time for dinner soon."

Xu Zhe: "No problem, I'll treat you!"

----

Since his admission was confirmed, Xu Zhe has become very free in school. As long as he does not affect other people's normal studies, no one will care even if he does not hand in his homework or does not listen in class.

Despite this, he still ranked 24th in the midterm exam, with basically no decline.

This left many students speechless.

"Logically, you don't need to study anymore. Why do you want to maintain such grades?" His former deskmate Xiao Ming came to his seat and asked.

At this time, Xu Zhe had a laptop on his legs and was doing the final check before the game went online.

Hearing his classmate's question, he raised his head and said, "I haven't studied."

Xiao Ming: "You are going too far. You didn't study, but you scored better than nearly half of the students in the class? Our class is not an ordinary class!"

Xu Zhe: "Yes, but I have already reviewed all the knowledge for three years of high school. I can't forget it all now, right? Of course, I didn't learn nothing at all. I just reviewed it a little with everyone else."

Xiao Ming was suddenly speechless.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally complained: "You can make others angry with just a casual word."

Xu Zhe: "Why are you so angry? You should have done better than me in the exam, right?"

Xiao Ming: "Just a little bit better than you. Oh... By the way, classmate Song Xingye, what place did you get this time?"

The girl was lying on the table with her eyes closed, but when she was asked, she raised her head and said, "I'm seventeen, how about you?"

"Nineteen...Okay, you're awesome. Compared to you two, it's really infuriating."

Xiao Ming shook his head and sighed, then turned and walked away.

Song Xingye blushed slightly: "Do we look like a couple?"

Xu Zhe: "It's just a joke from my classmates. Don't mind it."

Song Xingye nodded.Of course she wouldn't mind, rather, she was happy to see this kind of joke come to fruition.

And at this moment, the most active Huang Yifan also ran over.

"Xu Zhe, I heard that you were behind your wife this time? That won't do. You have to regain your status as a husband!"

The person involved was speechless.

Although Song Xingye didn't mind this kind of joke, he really didn't know how to respond, so he could only lower his head and remain silent.

Then Huang Yifan was dragged away by Xiao Ming, who couldn't bear it anymore.

Xu Zhe felt the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he tried to change the subject. He took out his phone and said, "Would you like to try our new game?"