In order to ensure the accuracy of the recording, Zhang Zian didn't simply use his phone to record. Instead, he took the underwater pickup and aimed it at Sihwa.
"Are you ready?" he asked. "If you're ready, I'll start recording."
Sihwa was still a little nervous facing such a strange instrument.
"Don't be afraid. Just treat it as a super large microphone. Haven't you seen other anchors doing live broadcasts with microphones? It's basically the same type of thing, "Zhang Zian encouraged.
Sihwa nodded. She had indeed seen professional microphones from other anchors. She wanted to ask Zhang Zian for one, but she was in too much debt, so she was too embarrassed to ask.
She relaxed a little, looked at him, opened her mouth, and slowly sang into the microphone.
Even so, Zhang Zian couldn't hear what she was singing. He could only see her mouth changing at a very slow speed. He didn't even notice when she stopped.
"Wait … wait, I sang it wrong. Can I start again?" she said embarrassedly.
Zhang Zian was a step slower to react. "Yes, it's okay. Don't worry and sing. I'll re-edit it later and only save the correct part."
Sihwa nodded and continued to sing silently.
She was focused, and her appearance was unparalleled. If she wasn't singing a silent whale song but a pop song, she would probably be able to beat all the female anchors.
Zhang Zian kept the microphone of the pickup aimed at her. He felt like a sound engineer shooting a movie. He looked at the small LCD screen of the instrument from time to time, and the screen showed gentle ups and downs. Because he was really bored waiting, he put the long end of the microphone under his arm and gently put on the matching monitoring headphones to block out all the noise around him.
The sound that was modulated in real time by the instrument came into his ears.
He closed his eyes and listened attentively.
Woo — woo —
The rhythm of a Scottish bagpipe sounded leisurely, occasionally mixed with the light beat of a drum. It was like a shepherd girl driving a flock of sheep to wander on the endless grassland. Tall shepherd dogs ran beside her cheerfully, barking as they drove the stragglers back to the group.
Surrounded by the whale song, he almost didn't feel the passage of time. He didn't open his eyes until the sound completely stopped. He looked at Sihwa, who had already finished singing.
"How … how is it?" she asked nervously. "Is there anything wrong?"
Even if Zhang Zian was asked, he wouldn't be able to answer at all. However, judging from his subjective feelings, Sihwa's singing seemed to be more melodious than 52 Hertz's. The former was like a bagpipe, while the latter was like a steam whistle …
Was it a difference in body size?
Or gender?
He hesitated to say this difference, but after thinking about it, he decided not to. Since he could hear it, Sihwa would definitely be able to hear it too.
Apart from Sihwa, no one else understood the whale language. Since that was the case, he chose to believe her.
"I think it's very nice." He laughed. "Okay, I'll go edit it. It's the latter part, right?"
"En!" She nodded vigorously, her expression even more relaxed.
While Pi was still scratching its head trying to figure out how to get out of hide-and-seek, Zhang Zian connected the instrument to the computer and started the sound analysis software. Messy waveform images appeared on the screen like layers of mountains.
Although the surroundings seemed to be very quiet, with no noise at all, in fact, the sensitive pickup device still recorded sounds that many people couldn't hear clearly or couldn't hear clearly.
He randomly clicked on one of the curves, and the sound of a couple of customers whispering downstairs came through the headphones. The boy said that he was short of money recently and wanted to buy a pet later. The girl, on the other hand, used a very low but very coquettish voice to act like a spoiled child to the boy, hoping to buy a cute kitten now.
He clicked on another curve, and there was a rustling sound. At first, he thought that it was the sound of the wind blowing leaves outside the window, but he quickly realized that it was actually the sound of Lu Yiyun's pen rubbing against the drawing board.
Even the humming sound of the water cooler next door could be heard very clearly.
That was terrifying …
He estimated that if it was recorded at night, he might be able to record some sounds that shouldn't have been recorded …
Zhang Zian shook his head, expelled the unrealistic thoughts from his mind, and focused his attention on the matter at hand.
Because of his previous experience, he was familiar with the operation. First, he filtered out the high-frequency sound waves that obviously didn't match, and then found the correct sound curve from the many waveforms according to the time axis that he had just recorded.
After listening to it for a while, the sound of Sihwa's singing came through the headphones again. He didn't choose wrong.
He took the correct part of the audio file and imported it into the memory card.
"Pi, don't hide anymore. Even if you want to play hide-and-seek, now is not the time. You have to wait for Famous to have time to catch it off guard." He raised the memory card in his hand and said, "Hurry up and write. I'll go out first, and should be back before noon."
"Eeek."
Pi let out a long sigh of relief and quickly jumped onto the chair to continue writing the novel. At least now it didn't have to participate in that horrible hide-and-seek.
Galaxy probably already knew that it couldn't play hide-and-seek for the time being, so it didn't wait foolishly. It had already disappeared, probably going downstairs to chase the Abyssinian cat.
Zhang Zian carried the underwater speaker on his shoulder and walked to the stairs. He was about to go downstairs when he suddenly heard Sihwa's voice coming from the bathroom.
"Aza …"
He thought that Sihwa was calling him. After all, she always called him "Ajeo-an" or "Ajeo-an," and the pronunciation was very similar, so he stopped.
“Fighting！”
However, Sihwa said a sentence in English.
Zhang Zian was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, he realized that what she actually said was "Aza fighting!"
This was a phrase that often appeared in Korean dramas. It wasn't pure English, but a combination of half Korean and half English. Fighting, of course, meant "good luck," and aza was a mood particle.
But Sihwa added a nasal sound after the "a", which sounded like "azan."
With her sensitivity to language and pronunciation, she wouldn't make such a low-level mistake, which meant that she did it on purpose.
And the pronunciation sounded more like a-zi-an than a-ze-an.
He recalled when he met Sihwa on the beach in Germany. When he introduced his name to her, she held her chin and said that she liked the name "Zian." Was she planning to give him a nickname "Zian" at that time?
She was saying, "Zian, good luck!"
It was just that she was too shy, so she used this method to cover it up. It was like she was infected by Fina.
Although he couldn't see her from the stairs, Zhang Zian still gave a thumbs up in the direction of the bathtub through the wall and responded with a smile, "Fighting!"
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