The world's number one pianist

After an unknown amount of time, He Shen walked out of the recording studio. He was in a daze for a moment, wondering what time it was.

There is no natural light in the entire recording studio, and there is only a clock on the console outside.

If you work non-stop in the recording room, relying on the constant light, you can completely forget the passage of time.

He Shen pushed open the door of the two-story recording studio, walked out of the console, glanced at Wang Pei, who was about to fall asleep, and shook his head.

The clock next to the console showed that it was already past one in the morning. I played from six in the afternoon to one in the morning, a full seven hours before I could barely complete the recording.

Moreover, there are still some minor problems with my recording, and it is not completely perfect. If I want to achieve perfection, I may need to practice for another week or so.

At that time, perhaps Chopin's memory can be completely absorbed and used for his own use.

He Shen patted Wang Pei, who had begun to snore, and whispered.

"It's done, we can go."

"Huh? Finished? What's finished? Dinner?"

Wang Pei woke up from his dream in confusion and found He Shen standing next to him. He couldn't help but tremble. Only then did his brain remember what happened before, and he couldn't help but scratch his head.

"The recording is complete? So what time is it now?"

"One o'clock." He Shen pointed to the clock beside him.

"a little???"

Wang Pei was stunned for a moment, and immediately jumped up from his chair, quickly opened the door of the recording studio, and rushed outside. After a few minutes, he came back with his mobile phone and slowly exhaled.

"Okay, okay, no one came to see me, and the front desk didn't lock the door."

After that, he walked to the console, looked at the audio on it curiously, pointed at the audio and asked.

"Is this your pinnacle work?"

"It's not yet the pinnacle of work. If you want to completely perfect it, it may take a few days." He Shen shook his head slightly, with a bit of regret in his tone.

"Oh, this is not bad. Don't be discouraged. It still takes a long time."

Wang Pei happily comforted He Shen, then reached out and clicked on the audio on the console. A sound that almost shook his soul came from the player.

This sound was infinitely better than the first version he heard before.

The first ballad, the second ballad, and the fourth ballad. After all four ballades were played, Wang Pei couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, wishing he could travel back a few minutes and give himself a slap in the face.

To comfort you, huh? Why are you, a scumbag, trying to comfort someone who is a top student?

What people call imperfect means that he only scored 99 points and did not get 100 points, while your imperfect score is 59 points, one point short of passing.

He looked at He Shen's face, gritted his teeth, and questioned: "Is this... what you mean by imperfection?"

"Well, in the 78th measure of my second ballad, the emotional narrative fluctuates a little. This flaw is obvious. Didn't you hear it?"

"Who can hear this thing?"

Wang Pei was unable to complain. He saved the audio file, exported it to the desktop, and asked He Shen.

"What should I do with this audio? Is it sent to you directly? Or is it uploaded to the Internet? Or is it processed in some other way?"

"Whatever, it's not perfect yet, whatever you want to do with it."

He Shen is not interested in this. For this kind of recording that has not yet reached perfection, it doesn't matter how it is handled. Just like the previous recording for Zhao Zitong, He Shen didn't care at all.

Only those recordings that he considered truly perfect would he care a little bit about.

Wang Pei seemed to have liked He Shen's tone for a long time. He quickly logged into a music software called "Musician" and registered an account for He Shen, registering a musician account with ease.

Skip the registration of the musician's information first, directly throw the audio into it, confirm that the upload was successful, and clap his hands.

"Okay, I've thrown this audio of yours online. If you want to find problems later, just go directly to your own account to find it."

"?"

The corner of He Shen's mouth twitched. Although he didn't care what others did with the discarded recording materials that he didn't use, it still felt weird to post the recording materials directly to the Internet in front of him like this.

However, no matter what, his primary goal now is to record a perfect version, not these trivial things.

Thinking of this, He Shen asked Wang Pei.

"How much do I need to pay you for using the recording studio for so long?"

Wang Pei didn't even look at it, so he said casually: "Give me two hundred yuan."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome. Treat me to a meal later, and call a few other people from back then."

"Um."

He Shen took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and put it on the table. This two hundred yuan was definitely a friendly price, or even just a token of appreciation.

The relationship between the two of them was very good. Wang Pei knew very well that He Shen didn't like owing favors to others, especially those who owed money to others, so Wang Pei casually gave him a jump price of 200 yuan.

He Shen naturally knew about this and did not expose it.

After all, if he really follows the market price, all of his tuition fees for today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow will be spent here.

This recording studio is considered medium-sized. Normally, it costs about 400 yuan an hour. His recording lasted seven hours...

These seven hours have not been completely recorded. Maybe the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I will have to continue recording. By that time, the money I give to Zhao Zitong every day for teaching will not be enough to record a piece of work myself.

He Shen looked at the last two red bills left in his wallet and sighed. He suddenly remembered that he had not received the money for today's class. He really had no idea about this money...

I really envy Wang Pei, who has a financial mind and has become the president of a music store right after graduation.

Wang Pei had no idea what He Shen was thinking at this time. He did not even look at the two hundred yuan on the table, but sat in front of the computer, fiddling with it.

He clicked on the newly registered musician and suddenly asked.

"By the way, have you thought of the name of your musician?"

"It's all right."

"Hiss, you have no pursuit at all. You should know that a good name is the cornerstone of a successful musician. Let me think about it for you..."

Wang Pei touched his chin and suddenly asked.

"How about a simpler name, He Shen's Piano Classroom?"

"..."

He Shen looked at Wang Pei, who was more excited than himself, and couldn't bear to interrupt his enthusiasm. He sighed and nodded.

"Okay, as long as you are happy."

"Of course, I am a genius at naming! He Shen's Piano Classroom is clear and easy to understand. You can tell at a glance that it is for playing the piano."

Wang Pei quickly got everything done, tore off a piece of paper from the side of the workbench, wrote a long string of characters on it, and handed it to He Shen.

"Yes, this is your account password. It doesn't matter if you lose it. I still have a backup here. Okay, okay, you go quickly. I'm going to sleep first. Damn, I never slept so late when I was in school."

Wang Pei yawned, pushed He Shen out, pushed him outside the piano store, waved to him, locked the door of the piano store, yawned, turned off all the lights in the piano store, and disappeared into the darkness.

He Shen looked at the account password in his hand, smiled helplessly, put it in his pocket, and walked towards home.

It was getting late now, and he needed to go to bed early, because he had to teach that little brat tomorrow.

I hope that little brat can save me some trouble.