"All right, it's done! Finally over!" Chu Tian stretched lazily, yawning as he spoke with a sense of relief. After a whole day of polishing, the song was finally recorded. Although he had just been sitting in a chair directing others, he felt it was more exhausting than recording the song himself. It wasn't physical tiredness so much as mental exhaustion. He had to adjust the singers' techniques, skills, and the intensity of every part of the song. He also had to design and adjust the rhythm and emotion of the song according to each person's abilities. Considering every aspect, his head felt like it was about to explode after two days of recording.
Just then, an equally exhausted Xu Qingqiu walked out from the recording room. She took a sip of water and then looked at him with a wry smile, saying, "You've worked hard."
Chu Tian leaned back lazily against the chair, saying with an air of resignation, "Not hard work, just a hard life..."
