"Bgm: It's you, it's you
All the youth behind me is you
Painted into my mountains and streams
Bringing me a torrential downpour
..."
Music danced by their ears as sunlight filtered through the car windows, scattering mottled patches of light across the interior.
Zhao Yaqian sat in the passenger seat, crunching on potato chips as she slowly swayed to the music, occasionally humming along.
Gao Mengting had carefully modified this car's sound system, and the actual listening experience was excellent.
The front soundstage used Rainbow Three-Way Speakers, the rear used Audi Pai Speakers, and there was also a JL Audio 10Tw3 Subwoofer. Combined with the soundproofing modifications to the door panels and speaker enclosures, listening to music was a pure pleasure.
According to Li Mingjun, the three frequency ranges connected in perfect balance, faithfully reproducing the music's original sound.
Perhaps noticing Tang Song's occasional glances.
Zhao Yaqian subconsciously smoothed the bangs over her forehead, took a sip of lime juice, and said softly, "Song, do I sing that badly? My best friend says I'm tone-deaf. They never take me along when they go karaoke."
The corner of Tang Song's mouth lifted. "Your voice is very nice. No matter how you sing, it can't be bad. You're much better than me."
Zhao Yaqian shifted in her seat and said embarrassedly, "I'm just okay."
Ever since they had met, Tang Song had been complimenting her nonstop—from her makeup and outfit to the way she ate and the tone of her voice.
It made Zhao Yaqian blush a little.
She was indeed very confident about her figure and looks alone. Plenty of people had pursued her in school, and there had been quite a few since she started working six months ago too.
But beyond that, she could not do anything at