sovbooks Chapter 56 Awkward Tenderness
Chapter 56 Awkward Tenderness
Jiang Yan walked forward without looking back, with the illusory image of Lin Yoona floating behind him, muttering to herself.
"Do you know what Bitcoin is? Right now, one coin is only a few hundred dollars, but it can go up to a lot more money. If you just ask her when to buy and when to sell, you'll..."
At this point, the illusory image of Lim Yoona suddenly slammed on the brakes, her face stiffened, and then her complexion grew increasingly red.
Seeing that she wasn't going to continue, Jiang Yan said calmly, "This is the second time you've mentioned Bitcoin. It seems I need to learn more about it. Thank you for the inside information."
The illusory image of Lim Yoona patted her forehead, her expression changing from annoyance to anger.
"Hey! You tricked me into telling you this!"
"You said it yourself, what does it have to do with me?"
"you!"
Jiang Yan pointed to the gray glass curtain wall of the SM building in front of him. "We're at the company. From now on, no talking. That's rule number two."
The illusory image of Lim Yoona glanced at the building following his finger, took a deep breath, swallowed her pent-up frustration, and followed him sullenly through the revolving door.
The lobby was bustling with people. Several young people who looked like trainees were standing in the elevator lobby waiting for the elevator. When they saw the silver-gray name tag on Jiang Yan's chest, they all bowed in greeting.
Jiang Yan nodded slightly in return and walked into the elevator without looking to the side.
The illusory image of Lim Yoona floated in close to his back, huddled in the corner of the elevator, and stared at the back of his head with an extremely resentful look.
The elevator stopped on the sixth floor. Jiang Yan walked through the corridor covered with a gray-blue sound-absorbing carpet and pushed open the door to Recording Studio No. 1.
Kenzie was sitting at the mixing console, sipping coffee, when he saw him come in and said, "Did you look at the non-primary project files for number three last night?"
"Yes, teacher, I'm already familiar with it." Jiang Yan bowed slightly, then took off his coat and hung it aside, sat down next to the mixing console, and put on his monitoring headphones.
The illusory image of Lim Yoona floated silently to the sofa in the corner of the recording studio, inwardly regretting that she was becoming increasingly unable to control her mouth and emotions.
Jiang Yan had no time to pay attention to her at the moment and listened attentively to Kenzie's story.
"Today we recorded 'Talk,' which is Tiffany's favorite track on this album. The lyrics are about meeting an attractive stranger at a party and taking the initiative to talk to them and understand each other's feelings. The core is the desire to communicate."
Jiang Yan nodded, then opened the project file, and dense audio tracks unfolded on the screen.
In his vision, those cold waveforms instantly transformed into countless flowing ribbons of color.
While adjusting the monitoring mix ratio, Jiang Yan said, "Teacher, I think the number of harmonic layers in the chorus could be adjusted a bit more."
Kenzie raised an eyebrow. "How do you think we should adjust it?"
"In the second verse of the chorus, the harmony is reduced from three layers to two, but the second layer is layered by an octave, so that the emotional outburst is cleaner."
As he spoke, Jiang Yan drew a line on the screen with his finger, "The three-layer harmony makes the mid-range muddy, which actually suppresses the graininess in Paninuna's voice."
Kenzie picked up a pen and quickly jotted down a few lines in her spiral notebook: "Okay, you can tell Pani yourself when she gets here."
"Inside."
At nine o'clock sharp, Tiffany pushed open the door and came in.
Today she wore a light blue loose sweatshirt, her hair was casually tied into a bun, and her face had a lazy look as if she had just woken up.
"Good morning!"
Tiffany greeted them, placed her thermos on the table, and stretched her body slightly.
"You didn't drink last night, did you? How's your throat?" Kenzie glanced at her.
"Don't worry, unnie, I drank honey water before I went to sleep last night." Tiffany walked into the recording studio without batting an eye, tested the height of the microphone stand, warmed up her voice, and then said, "Okay, let's begin."
The recording officially began at 9:20.
The illusory image of Lim Yoona huddled in the corner of the sofa, watching Jiang Yan intently staring at the screen, his fingers making subtle adjustments to the clippers, sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding, and sometimes saying a word into the microphone.
This guy seems really reliable when he's working; he doesn't look like a twenty-year-old college student at all.
The recording continued until 2 p.m.
As the last note faded, Tiffany took off her headphones, let out a long breath, turned around, and gave Jiang Yan a thumbs up.
"Xiao Yan, I think you're much more composed than yesterday."
Jiang Yan saved the project documents, rubbed his sore ears, and said with a smile, "No, it's just that Nuna is in a good state, so she made me feel relaxed too."
"Alright, alright, stop praising each other and go eat first." Kenzie stood up and stretched her stiff shoulders. "Chief An will be coming over this afternoon to hear the finished product, so you guys should take the time to rest."
Tiffany gestured to Jiang Yanchong in the recording studio, then picked up her lunchbox and left the studio, heading to the rest area at the end of the sixth-floor corridor.
The rest area is small, with a few gray sofas and a coffee table placed by the window, overlooking the bustling streets of Apgujeong.
He sat on the sofa, opened the lunchbox, picked up a sandwich, and took a bite.
The illusory image of Lim Yoona floated to his side, her gaze falling on the sandwich in his hand.
"Is it tasty?"
"Um."
"Could you please not just answer me with a single word?"
"good."
The illusory image of Lim Yoona rolled her eyes in exasperation. "You laid down four rules for me last night, and now you're treating me like this? Do you even have a conscience?"
Jiang Yan finished chewing his sandwich, took a sip of the banana milk, then turned to look at her. "And then? What do you want to say?"
"Um, I wanted to say..." The illusory image of Im Yoona paused for a moment, then deflated like a punctured balloon. "Never mind, there's nothing to say. I'm just a little bored floating around alone, and seeing you eating so heartily makes me feel a bit resentful."
Jiang Yan paused for a moment, then turned the lunchbox around so she could see the remaining half sandwich inside.
"The ham and cheese bread was bought at the convenience store yesterday, and the cheese slices and ham were bought on sale at the supermarket."
The illusory image of Im Yoona blinked. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Let me show you, just to whet your appetite."
Upon hearing this, the illusory image of Lim Yoona chuckled and covered her mouth with a sweet laugh.
"Hey, Jiang Yan, is this always your awkward way of comforting people? Be careful you don't end up not finding a girlfriend."
Jiang Yan took a bite of his sandwich and mumbled, "I wasn't trying to comfort you, nor did I ever think about having a girlfriend. I was just stating a fact."
"Yes, yes, yes, state the facts." The illusory image of Lim Yoona wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, her gaze towards him filled with an indescribable tenderness. "Actually, you don't need to do this. I'm already used to it."