Huayu, my cheat code is a bit strange.

Chapter 39 Spiritual Awareness (Please read on, please recommend, please do everything!)

Two days flew by.

After numerous mouse clicks and repeated listening sessions, the complete demo of "Purple" was finally released.

Gu Xiao pressed the play button, and an ethereal, melancholic melody slowly flowed from the speaker.

"It's done! It's absolutely done!"

Tao Yu slapped his thigh and excitedly jumped up from his swivel chair: "With this level of completion, if I take it to Teacher Wang and he dares not approve it, I'll put it outside his office every day!"

Peng Yuan was relatively calm, but he couldn't hide his joy.

He said to Gu Xiao, "With this demo, the project approval will definitely be granted. Once the project is approved, we can legitimately use this studio for a long time. The professional teachers in the department will also be involved to provide guidance, and the subsequent arrangement, instrumentation, and mixing can be done more meticulously."

Gu Xiao nodded, realizing for the first time the benefits of having a top-tier art academy as her backer.

Once a sample is made, you don't need to worry about the rest of the process.

This feeling of being supported and empowered is completely different from when he was selling data and calculating costs on his own.

Getting something for free is truly the best thing in the world, bar none!

"Seriously, Gu Xiao, you should change your major."

Having calmed down, Tao Yu looked at Gu Xiao seriously and said:

"With your musical talent, it's such a waste for you to be an actor. Come to our recording department, and I guarantee that within a few years, you'll definitely be a top figure in the domestic music production circle."

Peng Yuan didn't speak, but his eyes showed a hint of interest.

The close collaboration over the past two days has made them realize just how "monster" this soon-to-be freshman in the performing arts department really is.

He can accurately reproduce any complex melody after listening to it only once, as if he has a high-precision recording device built into his brain.

Even more astonishing is that, despite having received no systematic music theory training, he can always accurately pick out the one from dozens of sound sources that best matches the mood of a song.

This sensitivity to sound and memory is simply a gift from heaven, as if he were born for music.

It can be said that as long as Gu Xiao systematically enriches his music theory knowledge and masters a few more musical instruments, given time, he will definitely become a top music producer in China with unlimited potential.

Meeting their burning gazes, Gu Xiao subtly touched her earlobe, pondered for a few seconds, and then shook her head:
"Thank you for the invitation. However, right now I just want to focus on acting. As for music, I'll think about it another time."

Upon hearing this, Tao Yu slumped his shoulders in dejection.

However, he could understand it.

Acting is ultimately a profession with a higher ceiling; after all, who doesn't like being in the spotlight and being admired?
……

……

After bidding farewell to the two senior students from the Recording Department, Gu Xiao left the Beijing Film Academy and walked alone on the street.

The streets were bustling with traffic and people.

He stood at the crossroads, and as his ears twitched, a strange sense of perception spread out from him.

Nearby, the hurried footsteps of pedestrians, the rustling of clothes, and the indistinct babbling of children could be heard.
In the distance, the loud shouts of vendors, the crisp ringing of bicycle bells, and the hissing of stray cats vying for territory can be heard.
These sounds are no longer chaotic noise.

In his perception, they are automatically separated, analyzed, and located.

However, this state did not last long.

The familiar, needle-like stinging sensation returned to my temples.
Gu Xiao frowned slightly, immediately composed herself, and proactively severed that mysterious sensory connection.

The world returned to its normal hustle and bustle, and the almost omniscient sense of control that had just been there receded like the tide.

"It has improved again, and its growth rate far exceeds that of 'Spirit Vision'. Is it because it saved four people at once?"

Gu Xiao muttered to himself, clearly having already made a general judgment about the source of this new ability.

Intuitive perception—the ability to collect and process sounds beyond the average person.

During the activation, each sound seemed to carry a unique "label," flowing like a stream into the ocean of consciousness, allowing him to pick it up and distinguish it.

A very useful skill.

"It's just not very ethical; you can easily hear strange noises."

Gu Xiao muttered something to herself, chose a direction, and started walking away. ...

……

Speedy Internet Cafe.

Qiu Xu stared bloodshot at the Serie A webpage on his computer screen.

I clicked the refresh button repeatedly with the mouse.

Finding that the data on the webpage had not changed, he stubbornly copied the URL, closed the webpage, and reopened it with a new browser.

Seeing that the data remained unchanged, he slammed his fist on the table and shouted excitedly:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The people in the hall were terrified, and all their eyes turned to Qiu Xu, their eyes filled with horror.

What's going on? Has the network administrator gone mad?

Qiu Yuanyuan, who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, shared the same question, raising an eyebrow and asking, "What's wrong with you?"

"Impossible! This is impossible! This doesn't make sense!"

Qiu Xu stared blankly at his sister, his finger trembling as he pointed to the monitor, "She won! Gu Xiao won the lottery!"

Qiu Yuanyuan frowned, then, as if struck by a thought, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes: "Are you serious?"

"How could this be fake! I bought it!"

Qiu Xu scratched his head in frustration, cursing, "That son of a bitch Gu Xiao, he won't get me to pay him anything unless he invites me to stay at Heaven on Earth for a month!!!"

Qiu Yuanyuan gave him a strange look. "They don't owe you anything, is it really that big of a deal?"

She said casually, "Didn't you say a few days ago that the idea of ​​a private room was great, and that we should thank them properly and treat them to a meal?"

Qiu Xu's expression froze, and he said irritably, "These are two different things. You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you. It's like... it's like..."

"Afraid that my brother will suffer, yet also afraid that he'll drive a Land Rover?" a voice drifted over.

Qiu Xu's eyes lit up, and he slammed his hand on the table. "Yes! That's exactly what I mean!"

He turned his head toward the direction of the sound, but before he could utter a word of praise, he swallowed it back.

Gu Xiao was already standing at the entrance of the internet cafe, looking at him calmly, with the iconic red squirrel perched on her shoulder.

Qiu Xu's expression froze instantly.

"When...when did you arrive?" he asked, stammering.

“When you said ‘that son of a bitch Gu Xiao,’” Gu Xiao said calmly.

Qiu Xu: "."

Gu Xiao didn't hesitate. She walked to the bar and looked at the screen that was still displaying the match results.

It was indeed a hit.

Second prize.

Gu Xiao shifted her gaze from the screen to Qiu Xu's ever-changing face and said:

"Come with me to the sports lottery center tomorrow."

Qiu Xu was stunned for a moment, looking at Gu Xiao's matter-of-fact expression, and subconsciously began to adopt a certain attitude:
"Why should I listen to you? You think I'll just go because you tell me to? I'll just..."

Before the words "I'm not going" could even leave his throat, Gu Xiao spoke again:

"Take out the money, come with me on a business trip, and I'll give you an extravagant life of wealth."

"Extravagant wealth?"

Qiu Xu's expression froze again, and he subconsciously asked, "Where are we going?"

Gu Xiaodao: "New reins."

(End of this chapter)