931 Fighting! (1/2)
In order to ensure the accuracy of the recording, Zhang Zian did not simply use his phone to record, but instead took the underwater pickup device, held up the receiving end of the device, and pointed it at Sihwa.
”Are you ready?” he asked. ”When you're ready, I will start recording.”
Sihwa was a little nervous facing such a strange instrument.
”Don't be afraid. Just think of it as an oversized microphone. Haven't you seen the other network anchors broadcast while using a microphone? It's basically the same kind of thing,” Zhang Zian encouraged her.
Sihwa nodded. She had seen the other anchors using a seemingly professional microphone, and she had wanted to ask Zhang Zian for one. She was already in too much debt, though, so she felt like she couldn't bring it up.
She relaxed a little, looked at Zian, opened her mouth, and sang slowly into the microphone.
Although she was singing, Zhang Zian couldn't hear what she was singing. He could only see her mouth moving at a very slow speed. He didn't even notice when she stopped.
”Wait… wait, I made a mistake. Can we start over?” she asked, embarrassed.
Zhang Zian was a step slow in reacting. ”Yes, it doesn't matter. You can sing however you want. I'll just edit it later and save the part that's correct.”
Sihwa nodded and began her soundless singing again. She was very focused, her looks unparalleled, and if she wasn't singing a soundless whale song but a popular song, she could probably decimate all the other female network anchors in a split second.
Zhang Zian had been pointing the microphone of the device at Sihwa the whole time and he felt like a sound recording artist. From time to time, he would glance over at the small LCD screen of the instrument, and the screen showed a soft undulation of waves. But because he was too bored, he took the long end of the microphone and held it under his arm. He then gently put on the matching monitor headphones to isolate all the noises around him.
The sound that had been modulated by the device in real time made its way into his ears. He closed his eyes and listened.
Wu——Wu—— The sound had a rhythm like that of Scottish bagpipes, occasionally accompanied by brisk drum beats. An image of a shepherd girl guiding a flock of sheep on the endless grassland as a huge shepherd dog ran happily by her side, barking as it rushed the sheep that were falling behind back to the team, popped into his mind.
Enveloped in the whale song, Zian could hardly feel the passage of time until the sound had stopped completely. He opened his eyes and locked eyes with Sihwa, who had already finished singing.
”How… how is it?” she asked nervously. ”Was there anything wrong?”
Even if she had asked Zhang Zian for his opinion, he couldn't answer. But judging by his subjective feelings, Sihwa's song seemed to be more melodious than the song of 52 Hertz. The former was like a bagpipe, while the latter was like a whistle…
Was it different because of their sizes? Or their gender?
He hesitated to point out the difference, but after thinking about it, he decided not to say it. If he could hear it, then Sihwa was surely able to hear it too.
As the saying went, 'Never doubt the person you hire, and never hire the person you doubt.' In addition, no one except Sihwa knew best about the whale language, so in that case, he chose to believe her.
”I think that it's very good.” He smiled. ”Well, I'll go ahead and edit it. It's the final portion right?”
”Yes!” Sihwa nodded hard and looked more relaxed now.
Pi was still racking its brain to think of a way to get out of playing hide-and-seek, so Zhang Zian took the opportunity to connect the instrument to the computer and start the sound analysis software. Messy waveforms popped up on the screen like a collection of mountains.