While Shiina Iori was forced to go to Liangshan, the surrounding studio staff also became busy.

If you follow the work flow on weekdays, or if the person who comes to record is just a young artist or underground idol who rents a recording studio to record songs, then the only thing you need to be busy with is the tuner and sound engineer - even the speakers can ignore it for the time being.

But today's situation is different.

The man who came to record the song in front of him was a big shot brought by their immediate boss's immediate boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss

Anyone of them lacks a little sense of existence and is accidentally considered to be ‘redundant’ by these big names who are not clear about the underlying workflow.

Then you may not be allowed to be laid off as soon as you go out.

So, no matter whether they need to work or not, at least everyone seems to be very busy.

At this time, the tuner and the audio supervisor who stayed in the tuning room throughout the whole process, separated from the outside by a large layer of glass and thick sound-absorbing walls, seemed a little easier.

I even have free time to chat.

"Fujita, you will work harder when recording later."

As the chief supervisor Takahirai, who was sitting in front of the piano through the thick layer of glass, looked at Shiina Iori, who was still confused, and whispered to the young tuner beside him.

“Yes, yes, I understand~”

The tuner, known as Fujita, teased his tone, put on professional headphones and debugged the machine in front of him casually, and said casually: "Anyway, he is the kind of rich young man who is so idle and comes out to pursue his dreams, right?"

"Or... are you here to pursue that lady?"

As he said that, he turned his head with a gossip and raised his eyebrows at Superintendent Hirai with an ambiguous expression.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Fujita was stunned. Unexpectedly, Superintendent Hirai, who was also gossipy on weekdays, was beyond the expectation of seriousness today.

Takashi Hirai scolded him in a stern tone, looked around, then lowered his voice, and leaned closer, "Why do you think our small recording studio can suddenly receive such a large upgrade investment? It will be renovated in just a few days?"

"This is obviously our eldest lady chasing that gentleman!"

When Fujita heard him say this, he immediately reacted and turned his head blankly to look at Shiina Iori.

Isn't this the look... that's it?

He turned to the other side and looked around the venue, looking around the female staff who were quietly picking up their mobile phones to take photos at Shiina Iori. Seeing that a female speaker she had a crush on was also among them, her face flushed, and a sour feeling rose in her heart for no reason.

But in the end, he lowered his head, looked at the dial under his hands, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

What's so great about being a little good-looking? In terms of musical skills, he is definitely incomparable to him, a professional who graduated from Dongyi. In the end, he has to rely on him to cover up his flaws?

But no matter how emotional intelligence is, he can't say such things, just a little silent:

"...I guess it's also the eldest master of which family, I'm going to do it."

Takashi Hirai glanced at him: "You just need to know, don't make any mistakes in front of the young lady."

Although his thoughts were not much different from those of Fujita, he was middle-aged after all, and his family of five was raised by his work. Compared to Fujita's young man who was prone to being angry, he was obviously more cowardly.

After instructing Fujita, Takashi Hirai's eyes fell on Shiina Iori in front of the piano again.

Hope... this gentleman's level is a little better.

If Fujita didn't even have the chance to tune, or even let him make a fool of himself in front of the eldest lady, it would be really fatal.

“Each is in place.”

......

After all the staff in the recording studio were in place, the indicator light in front of Shiina Iori changed from red to green, indicating that the recording began.

He put the score on the score stand smoothly, and his mind was experiencing the emotions in this song.

After hearing the instructions to take place, Yuki Terajima, who was in the recording field, put on his headphones and began to listen quietly.

All staff held their breath in unanimous ways.

Slowly, fingertips sounded on the black and white keyboard.

Immediately afterwards, a prelude with a light and coherent rhythm sounded with the leaping of fingertips, and the tone was crisp and pleasant, like the sunshine reflected in the morning dew, with a small and plain and pleasant happiness.

At first, everyone was relieved for his smooth prelude, but first Fujita was listening with headphones, and then Takashi Hirai, who was also of good quality. Finally, some of the music-based staff around him were all attracted by this seemingly clear but actually sad prelude.

From the moment Shiina Iori started playing, she gradually integrated her mind into the music of the fingertips and began to sing naturally with the pace of the prelude.

"Xiao さなストーブのそばに..."

"The lord is silly."

"Kun がしてくれた,"

"いつもにかか..."

The already melodious and light tunes perfectly blend with Shiina Iori's magnetic and gentle voice. The expert piano skills combined with singing skills that have reached a perfect coordinated resonance in this small recording studio.

The soft tone was clear, and the singing told small, tender stories.

Almost at the moment when Shiina Iori opened her mouth, all the staff members who were listening with headphones around suddenly had a subtle illusion that had been touched by their hearts, as if their mother's gentle whispers in childhood, and like the most intimate smile of a lover by the bedside at night.

No matter what they were thinking, they all calmed down at this moment and listened quietly to his singing.

Even Fujita and Takashi Hirai, who were originally responsible for tuning and supervision, were no exception. They listened to his brisk playing in surprise. The leaping tunes on their fingertips perfectly merged with the singing, leaving him, the tuner, with no place to cut his sword, and even the palm pressed on the tuning plate could not help but hold it.

Yuki Terajima stroked his headphones, expressionless.

Only the foundation of the eyes revealed a faint sense of immersion.

At this time, Shiina Iori had already completely devoted himself to the tune he played, and like a god crossing time and space, he experienced Chiho's brief and gentle pleasure from others when he was writing a song, and the obscure and uneasiness wrapped around his heart.

Cowardly, cowardly,

Keep a sense of distance that should not be possible to everyone.

You are so cowardly that you can even be afraid of friendships that are within your reach, and you will be hurt when you touch cotton.

But even if she is not worthy of others' efforts like her, she will be infected by some people with warmth like the sun.

Miss Kasugano, who used to be a stern face, often cared about her mental health.

And now, it’s Ai Sister, and...

“この小さな温もり——”

"Heart Flower!"

"The light of あのがえたで"

"またどこかして..."

The singing suddenly changed from light and high to a sorrowful gentle and low voice. The sadness that seemed to have suddenly lost something important suddenly spread in everyone's hearts. Shiina Iori's singing seemed to have a wonderful infectious power, and just using the simplest music to directly stimulate the emotions of most people present.

There were a few girls around me who were slightly more sensitive, and their eyes were red when they could not stop listening to the sad tune. I don’t know if they were aroused by some meeting, or simply devoted themselves to the sad but pretended to be strong.

Even the tuner Fujita, who was disdainful of Shiina Iori just now, couldn't help but cover her headphones, and her hands completely left the dial plate. Her eyes were red, as if she recalled the scene when she watched the girl she had crushed in for the first time holding hands with other boys and dancing under the night and bonfire.

My mind was blank, and my heart was even more empty.

It seems like I lost something unexpectedly.

Takashi Hirai beside him also sighed, as if he was recalling his old father who had worked hard all his life and had not had time to enjoy his happiness.

Who can be an adult with a little rich life experience without the ‘that person’ who has ever warmed his heart but disappeared quietly when they accidentally?

The perfect combination of the man's singing and tune in front of him seemed to be a spell that could evoke sadness and warmth, stirring everyone's heartstrings.

The only one who seems to have no emotional expression is the only one who covers his headphones tightly but has a very calm expression.

However, even she was still looking quietly at Shiina Iori, who was separated from her with her plain eyes.

It seems to be remembering that year, when she was about to give up, a boy who accidentally broke into her ward, sat by her bed with a childish novel, told stories to the bald little girl, and told the legend of the butterfly transformation, but in the end he was inexplicably missing.

That was the warmth of Terajima's past years.

The only difference from others is that he is back to himself.

Or maybe it is precisely because of this that this song has a particularly intense emotional amplitude for Yuki Terashima. On her beautiful face, which seems to be indifferent, her lips are pursed unnaturally.

The playing sound cycle follows one cycle.

It will be completed only after the standard four minutes and fifteen seconds have passed.

Until the performance was finished, Shiina Iori was still unresponsive, looking at the score on the score stand with unconscious eyes.

He seemed to be able to feel the attachment and reluctance of all the people who warmed her life in deep down in Aoba's heart.

Just afraid of losing and being hurt.

Sure enough, people are very complicated.

At the same time, not only Shiina Iori herself, but even all the staff around her seemed to be immersed in the warm and sad atmosphere and could not extricate themselves. She had not recovered for a long time.

It was not until Shiina Iori turned her head and saw a young man in the tuning room separated by a heavy glass, leaning on the tuning plate with red eyes, not knowing what he remembered, and felt sad as if he was about to cry.

Superintendent Hirai beside him patted his shoulder to comfort him.

There were some more sensitive girls farther away, and they seemed to be infected by his emotions and subconsciously sobbing.

Facts have proved that even without the use of Internet suppression, singing can really make people cry.
To be continued...