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"Alright, can we get started? Don't forget we have a task today."
Lo Ye looked around the room, which resembled a fan meeting, and felt a sense of helplessness. This group of people, aside from Tongtong, he had never seen them so enthusiastic about anything.
"I'm sorry about that; they're just a bit... um, excited," Lo Ye said, awkwardly scratching his head before introducing everyone to her.
"This is the band's keyboardist, Xu Yan; bassist, Da Zuo; drummer, Lu Yuen; and backing vocalist, Lum Ming. And of course, Tongtong. I'm in charge of the guitar."
After everyone exchanged greetings, the previous scene finally came to an end, and they officially began their work for the day.
He poured her a glass of warm water and handed it to her. She looked confused and quickly said she wasn't thirsty, but he smiled softly and spoke in a low voice, "Just wet your throat first."
He led her to the recording studio. The professional equipment inside was unfamiliar to her. He stood in front of her with headphones in hand, looking down at her. She seemed adorably dazed, her eyes fixed on him. Standing in the glass room, she appeared somewhat lost, following his movements with her gaze. Wherever he went, her eyes followed until he stood right in front of her. When she looked up at him, he tilted his head in confusion while she shyly lowered her gaze.
He placed the monitoring headphones over her ears. His fingers accidentally brushed against her ear; it felt cool to the touch, and she shivered slightly at the contact. He leaned down and asked her, "Are you cold? Do you need me to raise the temperature?"
She shook her head, her voice barely audible. "No, it's just... a bit nerve-wracking."
He was taken aback. "Hmm? Are you nervous like when you're acting?"
To him, someone like her—who thrived under the spotlight—shouldn't feel nervous about this relatively hidden aspect of work.
He Shuning couldn't explain to him the real reason for her nervousness.
The close proximity made her anxious and afraid that her racing heart would give her away.
She struggled to control her overwhelming emotions.
Her voice became slightly hoarse as she answered his question, "Acting is my job every day; I've long since adapted to it. This is different."
"I've never done this before, not even once."
Upon hearing her response, he smiled lightly. "It's okay, you'll get used to it soon."
He adjusted her headphones with his hand, watching as she swayed back and forth in sync with his movements, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face.
Then he whispered, "Relax."
The sound that brushed against He Shuning's ear seemed to carry a tactile sensation, exploding in her mind and making her feel even more nervous.
Mimi stood outside the glass room, observing the person inside who seemed almost unrecognizable compared to their usual self, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two.
Lo Ye exited the glass room and sat down at the mixing console, lowering his head to fiddle with the controls. His long fingers moved gracefully, each joint clearly defined; to those who appreciated hand movements, this pair of hands would surely be considered exceptional.
The orange light above cast a glow on his smooth, short hair, creating bright halos around his black locks. Mimi stared dreamily, feeling as though her soul had been drawn away.
"Zzz, zzz."
“Do you have any songs that you're relatively familiar with?” The voice coming through the radio had gained a magnetic quality, tinged with a soft, tingling sensation.
He looked up through the glass window at her. She seemed lost in thought, not quite present. He tapped the microphone beside him, the abrupt “bang bang bang” jolting her back to reality. She shook her head.
“Not even one? Or maybe just some lyrics that you recognize?”
She pondered for a moment and finally whispered a name. The voice from the radio delivered it clearly, as if it were ringing right beside them, announcing a song that was all too familiar to them—Night Traveler.
Upon hearing her response, he looked up, his eyes brightening. He raised his hand in a gesture, and the familiar accompaniment began to play. Yet she remained silent, looking at him helplessly. He encouraged her to sing, tapping his fingers to the beat of the music.
Then, her headphones crackled with his voice—the same voice that had played countless times on their music player—suddenly bursting forth from the phone’s speaker as if it carried a magical quality. She slightly parted her lips, following his rhythm and merging her voice with his.
Her voice was clear and pure, delicate yet full of texture, blending surprisingly well with his deep, rich tone that resonated with a metallic quality. He smiled and nodded in encouragement, continuously guiding her.
Finally, she laughed with a sense of ease and relief.
Watching all of this from outside was Mimi, who found the scene breathtakingly beautiful. She took out her phone and began recording incessantly, her eyes sparkling.
Lu Yuen and their group were huddled on the other side of the recording studio. The previously noisy debates had faded away as they became entranced by the scene before them.
At one moment, Tongtong even entertained thoughts of becoming a shipper for them.
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