novelraw Chapter 5 How can something done by civilized people be called "insertion"?
Chapter 5 How can something done by civilized people be called "insertion"?
Chen Bo put down his binoculars, looking completely innocent: "What could I do? It's just that the breakup ceremony was a bit more elaborate."
"So grand?" Zhou Lingyan snatched back the binoculars, glanced at it again, and said, "The grandeur you've put on has exhausted Xu Yueqing... She told us she was determined to save it for her wedding night. I even teased you about it, saying, 'Three years! She's a girl, how could she endure that?'"
Chen Bo leaned against the window and said lazily, "I was just respecting her choice before."
"So you'll make up for it all at once when we break up?" Zhou Lingyan turned around, two buttons undone at the collar of her shirt, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin.
She looked Chen Bo up and down, her eyes gleaming with amusement: "How come I never realized you had so much energy in such a small frame?"
"All she has are legs, okay?" Chen Bo felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze: "Miss Zhou, isn't it a bit perverted of you to be so concerned about your ex-best friend's private life?"
"I call this knowing yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated," Zhou Lingyan said confidently. "Besides, seeing Xu Yueqing like this makes me happy! Just think, her white moonlight, the poet Lu, is just as aloof as her. If he knew she was already with you... tsk tsk, would he still be able to keep that pretentious, literary face?"
She became more and more excited as she talked, her eyes sparkling.
Looking at her seemingly trouble-prone demeanor, Chen Bo suddenly felt a bit of a headache.
From last night to this morning, he did indeed suffer a double loss, "hurting the enemy a thousand while hurting himself a hundred."
"You're so excited," Chen Bo rubbed his lower back, "Why don't you quickly assert your ownership and mark it?"
A hint of panic flashed in Zhou Lingyan's eyes: "It's pointless to declare your ownership right away. What I want is for Xu Yueqing to watch you get better and better, to see the things she threw away shine in my hands, that feeling of being torn apart yet helpless."
As she spoke, forcing herself to remain calm, she leaned closer to Chen Bo, looking up at him: "But Mr. Chen, are you alright like this? Would you like me to make you some nourishing soup?"
She was so close that her warm fragrance wafted into my nose.
"Thank you for your concern," Chen Bo suppressed the urge to attack, knowing that if he really upset the other person, he would be back on the streets. "I'm perfectly fine. But you, you've even prepared binoculars. Are you planning to install a listening device next?"
"No need for that." Zhou Lingyan waved her hand. "I have all the necessary equipment here. By the way, was that call you just received from Xu Yueqing's agent? About the 'Singer Battle' challenge?"
Chen Bo nodded.
"So what are you planning to sing?" Zhou Lingyan asked curiously. "Let me warn you, although this show has a large audience, the judges and audience are notoriously picky. They can be so harsh that you'll question your existence."
"I haven't decided yet," Chen Bo said honestly, "but I'll probably sing an original song."
"Original work?" Zhou Lingyan's eyes widened. "You can write songs?"
"I know a little."
"Really?" Zhou Lingyan was clearly skeptical. "Chen Bo, although we're not close, I've been battling with Xu Yueqing for so many years, I know a thing or two about you. You participated in talent shows, your singing is alright, but songwriting... I've never heard of you."
Chen Bo shrugged: "People always grow."
Zhou Lingyan stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly snapped her fingers: "Come with me!"
She turned and walked downstairs, the hem of her shirt fluttering with her movement, revealing a section of her fair thigh.
Chen Bo followed behind her, his gaze involuntarily falling on her legs—this was not his fault, her legs were simply too eye-catching.
After going down to the first floor, Zhou Lingyan did not go to the living room, but turned into a corridor and pushed open a heavy soundproof door at the end.
Behind the door is a downward staircase.
"This is..." Chen Bo raised an eyebrow.
"The basement." Zhou Lingyan turned around, smiled mysteriously, "My secret base."
At the end of the stairs was another door. After pushing it open, the lights turned on automatically, and Chen Bo was stunned when he saw the layout inside.
This is a professional-grade recording studio.
It's not large, but it's surprisingly well-equipped.
The recording studio and control room are separated by soundproof glass, and inside are professional microphones, pop filters, and music stands.
The control room was fully equipped with mixing consoles, monitor speakers, and computer equipment. Several guitars were also hanging on the wall, one of which was clearly not a cheap one.
"This..." Chen Bo walked in, touched the mixing console, "Is this a million-dollar-level piece of equipment?"
"Pretty much." Zhou Lingyan leaned against the door frame, a little smug. "I did it on a whim last year, thinking I'd record some songs for fun. But since the renovation was finished, I've only been in here three times: once for the inspection, once to show off to my friends, and once when I got drunk and slept here for a night."
Chen Bo examined the equipment, becoming increasingly surprised with each look.
The microphone is a Newman U87, the monitor is a Genelec 8331, the sound card is an Apollo Twin X... all top brands.
"What a spendthrift woman," he sighed, shaking his head.
"Hey!" Zhou Lingyan said, displeased. "I kindly offered you my services, and you're still cursing at me?"
"I'm complimenting you." Chen Bo turned on his computer and checked the software settings. "You can't even record one song a year, and you've got this kind of studio. Isn't that wasteful? But..."
He turned to Zhou Lingyan and gave her a sincere smile: "I love this kind of extravagant spending. Thanks, Miss Zhou, may I borrow this shed?"
Zhou Lingyan originally wanted to retort, but seeing Chen Bo skillfully checking the equipment and adjusting the parameters, she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
She initially thought Chen Bo was just showing off by saying he could write songs, but now, seeing his professional demeanor as he fiddled with the equipment, it didn't seem like he was faking it.
"You really know how to do all this?" She walked over to the control panel.
Chen Bo had already put on the monitoring headphones and was testing the microphone: "I've learned a little bit about this before."
In fact, it's more than just a little bit; in his previous life, he was a professional musician with his own recording studio.
However, whether in front of the camera or behind the scenes, he is only slightly better than the original owner, and only to a limited extent.
Zhou Lingyan stared at his focused profile, suddenly lost in thought.
Today, Chen Bo always seemed a bit lazy and cynical, but at this moment, when he sat in front of the mixing console, his eyes focused on the screen, and his fingers rapidly operating on the controller, his whole demeanor changed.
That nonchalant feeling disappeared, replaced by professionalism and confidence.
"What song do you want to record?" Zhou Lingyan asked.
Chen Bo took off one earphone: "I haven't completely figured it out yet, but I have some ideas. The challenge match is about being amazing and making a splash. Regular love songs or inspirational songs won't have much effect."
"so what?"
"So we have to do something different." Chen Bo smirked. "It has to showcase our singing skills, have some technical depth, and ideally make someone feel guilty."
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"Haha, I like it!" Zhou Lingyan clapped her hands. "Need any help? Although my singing is so-so, I do know music theory. I minored in music production in college."