novelraw Chapter 45 The Daily Life of a Scumbag
Chapter 45 The Daily Life of a Scumbag
As soon as Zhou Lingyan left, the villa became so empty that Chen Bo could hear his own heartbeat.
He slumped on the sofa for a while, then started to feel a little bored.
I was mainly hungry, and I had done a lot of exercise this morning, so plain porridge wasn't filling enough.
He got up and wandered to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and glanced around the freezer compartment.
Miss Zhou's refrigerator is quite like something out of the entertainment industry: organic vegetables, imported fruits, low-fat yogurt, various health supplements with labels she can't understand, and a few expensive bottles of mineral water in the corner.
There's practically nothing that can be eaten directly and is filling.
"Is this what a female celebrity's daily life is like?" Chen Bo muttered, closing the refrigerator door and deciding that ordering takeout would be more practical.
Before I could even take out my phone, the doorbell rang.
Chen Bo went over and opened the door. Standing outside was a delivery guy in uniform, carrying two exquisite wooden food boxes.
"Hello, this is Ms. Bei's order," the waiter said with a smile.
Bei Weiwei said it would be delivered at 12:30, but it was delivered an hour early?
"Thank you." Chen Boleng took the food box; it was quite heavy.
He closed the door, carried the food box to the dining table, and opened it.
Wow, that's pretty high-end.
The Dongpo pork is glossy and reddish-brown, served in a small purple clay pot. The three layers of pork, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, tremble slightly, clearly stewed until tender.
The steamed sea bass is laid whole on a long plate, covered with finely shredded ginger and scallions, and drizzled with amber-colored soy sauce.
There was also a plate of blanched bok choy, a bowl of chicken soup with cordyceps flowers, and two small bowls of glistening rice.
The food container has excellent heat retention; the food is still steaming hot, and the aroma fills the air instantly.
Chen Bo didn't stand on ceremony and sat down to eat.
Dongpo pork melts in your mouth, with a perfect balance of sweet and salty, and is rich but not greasy.
The sea bass has tender flesh and is cooked to perfection.
The bok choy is crisp and refreshing, and the chicken soup is rich and flavorful.
As he ate, he thought to himself: "Bei Weiwei is such a fierce and meticulous girl when she's pursuing someone."
He was fierce in his actions, and meticulous in that he even calculated roughly when he would get hungry.
At exactly twelve o'clock, my phone vibrated.
Bei Weiwei: "Chen Bo, did you receive the meal? How did it taste? (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧"
Chen Bo sent a picture of the CD: "Just finished eating, it was great, thank you."
Bei Weiwei replied instantly: "I'm glad you like it. I get off work at 5:30 pm and will be at your place around 6 pm. Take good rest and don't overwork yourself~"
Chen Bo looked at the emoticon and replied with two words: "Okay".
After tidying up, he went straight down to the basement.
The recording studio was fully equipped, and he had already roughly figured out how to operate it.
In the next episode, he plans to add some rock elements to the folk music base of the song he will sing, making the overall music more layered and impactful.
He turned on his computer, connected the MIDI keyboard, and put on his monitoring headphones.
He started by creating the basic drum rhythms, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, his mind replaying memories of his past life's musical arrangements, while also incorporating some reflections on the musical styles of this era.
"Thump, tap, thump tap..."
The rhythms of the bass drum and snare drum quickly take shape, simple and powerful, with a sense of marching along a highway.
Next came the bass line. He changed the sound source, adding a deep bass tone that immediately fleshed out the rhythmic framework, and the melody's framework began to emerge.
Chen Bo was completely absorbed in the task, his fingers switching between the keyboard and mouse, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes operating quickly.
As audio tracks are added one by one on the screen, the sounds from the virtual instruments reverberate through top-of-the-line monitor speakers in the perfectly soundproofed space.
He would occasionally stop, pick up the wooden guitar next to him, and casually play a few chords to get a feel for it.
He hummed a line, his brow relaxing: "Right, add a harmonica interlude here, it'll have a more weathered, wandering feel."
He searched through the sound library, tried several harmonica tones, and finally chose one with a slightly husky feel, recording a short melody.
Time slips away unnoticed.
By 5 p.m., Chen Bo had completed most of the arrangement.
The guitar, bass, and drum beats in the verses are basically finalized, the chorus has added string accompaniment, and the harmonica and electric guitar solos in the interlude have also been recorded as demos.
He stretched, his neck a little sore, but despite working at high intensity for several hours, he was unusually excited.
This is the thrill of creation (plagiarism).
He saved the project, turned off the equipment, and walked out of the recording studio.
I went upstairs, washed my face, and changed into a clean gray T-shirt.
As soon as I stepped into the living room, the doorbell rang.
Chen Bo glanced at the time: 5:48.
Bei Weiwei arrived ahead of schedule.
He went over and opened the door.
Chen Bo's eyes lit up slightly at the sight of Bei Weiwei outside the door.
She had clearly come directly from the company, but had changed out of the business suit she wore during the day.
At this moment, she was wearing a light apricot-colored French-style knitted short-sleeved top. The V-neck revealed her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin. The soft fabric clung to her body, outlining her slender waist and full bust.
She wore a pair of high-waisted, off-white wide-leg pants with a great drape, making her legs look long and straight.
She wore nude-colored strappy sandals, and her toes, painted with light pink nail polish, were round and cute.
Her long hair was loose, with slightly curled ends, and her makeup was lighter than during the day, making her look fresher and more natural.
She wore a pair of small pearl stud earrings and a thin rose gold bracelet on her wrist.
He was carrying a paper bag, and you could vaguely make out the logo of a well-known dessert shop.
She looked gentle and refined, with a touch of carefully dressed-up date vibe.
"Chen Bo!" Bei Weiwei's eyes immediately curved into crescent moons when she saw him, her smile dazzlingly bright. "I slipped away a little while earlier, I hope I didn't bother you?"
"No, I just finished." Chen Bo stepped aside to let her in. "Come in."
Bei Weiwei walked in, naturally placed the paper bag on the entryway cabinet, and bent down to change her shoes.
This movement caused her wide-leg pants to ride up slightly, revealing a slender, fair ankle, and her shapely buttocks were taut and incredibly alluring.
Chen Bo looked away.
"I brought you mango pomelo sago and mango pancakes. That shop only makes a limited quantity each day, so I had my assistant queue up in advance." Bei Weiwei changed into her slippers, straightened up, and looked at him with bright eyes. "Were you busy all afternoon? Are you tired?"
"It's alright, I'm working on the songs for the next episode." Chen Bo walked towards the living room.
Bei Weiwei immediately followed, naturally walking to his side: "Can I listen? Just a little bit, I promise I won't say anything and disturb you!"
Her eyes were full of expectation, like a kitten begging for food.
Chen Bo glanced at her: "It's downstairs, not completely finished yet."
"I want to see it too!" Bei Weiwei said immediately. "I've never seen a professional musician arrange music before, I'm curious!"
Her attitude was so natural and enthusiastic that it was hard to refuse.
Chen Bo thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but don't touch the equipment."
"I promise I won't touch it!" Bei Weiwei immediately raised three fingers, looking serious and cute.
The two went down to the basement.
As soon as Bei Weiwei entered the recording studio, her eyes widened.