Chapter 28: Chapter 28 Recording Songs Chapter 28: Chapter 28 Recording Songs Shu Wan swallowed a sip of tea and then nodded, “Okay.”
A smile curled up on Fu Yang’s lips.
The walk he was initially reluctant to accept suddenly beca sothing to look forward to.
“Alright, after the walk, don’t bother for the rest of the evening.”
With that, Fu Yang strode upstairs.
Shu Wan glanced at his retreating back.
He had been bouncing around for nearly half an hour, and now Fu Yang’s back was soaked with sweat.
In her previous life at Bailu Academy, to foster all-around developnt among the students, daily martial arts and archery activities were required.
Having a robust physique was the foundation to successfully accomplish all tasks.
In modern society’s schools, it seed that the focus was solely on academic performance, leaving almost no ti for physical exercise.
Not to ntion soone like Fu Yang, who was an ardent fan of esports, spending all day imrsed in gas.
Shu Wan had dragged him out for a walk partially to let him get so exercise.
Now that her initial purpose was accomplished, Shu Wan set down her water cup and went upstairs to wash up.
In her past life, Shu Wan’s standard of living was already top-notch.
However, compared to current modern technology, it was still worlds apart.
While taking a shower, Shu Wan pondered over the use of various high-tech gadgets in the bathroom.
By the ti she was done, one and a half hours had passed.
Accustod to the natural breezes of ancient tis, Shu Wan was not yet comfortable with modern air conditioning; though it was cool, it felt sowhat stifling.
Shu Wan walked toward the balcony while drying her hair.
The balcony faced the garden, and the air was pleasant at night.
But just as she stepped through the balcony door, she heard Fu Yang’s excited voice from next door.
“Idiot!
Go up and strike him!”
“Nanny, do you even know how to play?
If you had revived earlier, I wouldn’t have died!”
“TMD, how can you guys be so bad?
Their gear is a whole level worse than ours, and you still can’t beat them.”
Fu Yang wasn’t wearing headphones.
The sounds of the ga mixed with his “communication” with his teammates, all of which Shu Wan overheard.
Shu Wan’s appearance leaned towards the cold and aloof.
Furthermore, she naturally carried an air of dignity, and her presence exuded grace and decorum.
As a result, most people’s impression of Shu Wan was that she liked quiet and was unapproachable.
But actually, Shu Wan was not soone who disliked noise.
In her previous life, every ti she returned to the city from leading troops in battle, she would order a grand feast for three days.
The vigorous bonfires, the surging atmosphere, and the noisy crowds all gave a sense of peace and tranquility.
It was like now, with moonlight over the water and a faint scent of flowers wafting around, the night almost seed to envelop Shu Wan entirely.
When she first arrived in this era, Shu Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
Because she had escaped from that suffocating environnt and away from people who stifled her.
But as the novelty wore off, even soone as resolute as Shu Wan began to feel lost, questioning her purpose in this era.
Her connection to this era was only through this body of the original owner.
She was like a breeze passing through this era, unattached and unconnected, drifting aimlessly.
And the night intensified this ethereality.
The noise from Fu Yang, while loud, acted like a boundary, pulling Shu Wan out from the dreamlike and surreal.
Amidst the sounds of Fu Yang playing his ga, Shu Wan slowly dried her hair.
She leaned back in the lounge chair.
Just as she settled back, she suddenly felt a push against her back.
Shu Wan got up cautiously and turned around, only then did she notice the built-in massage function of the lounge chair.
Shu Wan found it sowhat novel; she took a video and posted it on a short video platform with the caption, “Interesting.”
After posting the video, Shu Wan lay back down, tired from the day’s activities.
As she watched the stars and enjoyed the massage from the chair, she felt extrely comfortable.
However, as Fu Yang’s stepmother, as long as Fu Yang was around, this comfort clearly couldn’t last long.
Fu Yang had been playing for a while and, apparently infuriated by his teammates, he abruptly turned off his computer, called his friends, and was ready to go out for dinner and drinks.
By then, it was already ten o’clock at night.
Only half an hour remained until the bedti Shu Wan had set for him.
In her past life, Shu Wan had friends from all walks of life.
Eating and having fun with friends wasn’t an issue for Shu Wan, but the timing wasn’t right now.
Seeing that Fu Yang was about to leave the room and go downstairs to ride away,
Shu Wan slightly moved her wrist, picked up a pill from the table beside her, and flicked it towards Fu Yang’s window.
When the pill t the window edge, it imdiately transford into an invisible, colorless powder that mixed with the airflow from the air conditioner and t with the fresh flowers on the table.
The surface of the petals quickly began to emit a mild fragrance.
Fu Yang changed his clothes and ca out of the bedroom, sitting at the table to change his shoes.
However, after changing one shoe, Fu Yang suddenly felt overwhelmingly sleepy.
He struggled against the sleepiness and yawned several tis, but eventually, he couldn’t resist the overpowering drowsiness.
But he had already made plans with his friends, and Fu Yang thought that once he got to the bar, he wouldn’t feel sleepy anymore.
He stood up and took a couple of steps, but his body, ahead of his consciousness, directly collapsed next to the bed.
Fu Yang yawned and fell into a deep sleep.
Hearing that Fu Yang was silent, Shu Wan lay back down and tried using modern headphones to listen to so music.
The all-encompassing surround sound, as if soone was playing live beside her ear, truly amazed Shu Wan.
The imnse number of modern songs, the wide range of instrunts used, and the complex variety of song types were things Shu Wan had never imagined before.
In ancient tis, most songs were sung by people with musical accompanints—nothing as elaborate as modern variations.
In a past life, a master at Bailu Academy once praised Shu Wan for having a “talent that transcends eras.”
He was referring not only to Shu Wan’s knowledge but also to her skills in riding, shooting, and music.
Though she had never experienced these modern songs before, after listening a couple of tis, Shu Wan could sing along.
Having explored various apps on her smartphone these past few days, Shu Wan knew there were apps specifically for recording songs that offered various singing-along and backing track services.
Shu Wan searched for an ancient-style song she liked and tried recording it.
The result was quite good.
Shu Wan’s short video platform account had no followers, so she used it as a tool to docunt her life.
Finding the experience of learning to record songs on the app novel, she uploaded the audio clip online.
As soone from ancient tis, Shu Wan naturally couldn’t imagine that modern short video platforms had sothing called “big data recomndations.”
Even a newcor with no followers could get so exposure from the platform based on the situation.
After uploading the audio, it was very late, and Shu Wan logged out of her account and went back to her room to sleep.
Thus, she was unaware that the first wave of traffic exposure pushed by the platform had gone particularly well, leading to a surge in traffic.
By morning, Shu Wan’s singing clip had already received a hundred thousand likes.
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