allendalepharm Chapter 364 Testing
Chapter 364 Testing
After sending the message, Lu Ran leaned back in his chair, stared at the ceiling, and laughed so hard his shoulders shook a few times.
I wonder what Shen Yuege's expression will be when she opens her email tomorrow and sees this submission.
She might think the author wrote well, or she might think the author is a bit strange, but she would never guess that it was written by her husband.
now it's right.
He wanted to see how Shen Yuege would react in surprise.
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The next morning, when Lu Ran went out, Shen Yuege was already having breakfast.
She wore a beige sweater today, and her hair was casually tied in a ponytail, making her look much more relaxed than usual.
There was a slice of toast on the plate in front of her. She chewed it while looking at her phone, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Good morning." Lu Ran sat down across from him at the dining table, picked up a slice of toast, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Good morning." Shen Yuege didn't even look up, her eyes still glued to her phone screen.
Lu Ran pretended not to notice anything, slowly eating his toast and occasionally taking a sip of milk.
His phone was in his pocket, on silent mode, and there were no notifications.
He didn't want Shen Yuege to see any trace of "Roadside Composer," so he only logged into that email address and TUTU account on his home computer, leaving his phone completely untouched.
Shen Yuege finished her toast, put down her phone, and stood up. "I'm going to the studio. Are you going to the company today?"
"Go ahead. I have a meeting this afternoon to discuss the progress of Minecraft with Lao Wang."
"Then take a taxi carefully on the way. Your leg isn't fully healed yet."
"understood."
Shen Yuege put on her coat, picked up her bag, and left.
Lu Ran heard the sound of a car starting in the yard, waited a while, and only took out his phone from his pocket after confirming that she had really left.
He turned on his TUTU app, switched to the "Roadside Composer" mode, and glanced at the call for submissions.
Dozens more new replies appeared, most of them still containing comments like "support" and "looking forward to it".
There don't seem to be many submissions; at least no one has publicly stated that they have submitted anything.
He opened the newly registered email account and glanced at the sent items folder.
The submission email I sent yesterday is still there, but my inbox is empty. Shen Yuege hasn't replied.
Not urgent.
She may not have seen it yet, or she may have seen it but hasn't heard it.
Lu Ran put her phone away, finished the rest of her toast, washed the cups and plates, and went to the company.
The afternoon meeting lasted for two hours, during which Lao Wang and the core team reported on the progress of digesting the Minecraft code.
Overall progress is good. Zhao Yiming has thoroughly understood the underlying logic of the Redstone system, and Zhang Hao has also developed an optimization scheme based on the Berlin noise.
The rendering module that Engineer Liu was in charge of was progressing a little slower, but he found several areas for optimization and wrote a detailed improvement proposal.
Lu Ran listened and took notes in his notebook. He asked questions whenever he encountered something unclear. When he asked Engineer Liu, Engineer Liu's answer was much more natural than last week. There was no "questioning you" tone. It was just like a technical leader reporting to a product manager.
Lu Ran breathed a sigh of relief.
That matter with Engineer Liu is now behind us.
After the meeting, Lu Ran returned to his office and glanced at his phone.
A red number "1" on the email icon indicates that a new email has been received.
He opened it and found that it wasn't a reply from Shen Yuege, but a spam email.
Delete it.
I waited another hour and refreshed the page, but it still didn't appear.
He started to think about it.
Shen Yuege couldn't possibly go an entire day without checking her email.
She posted the call for submissions, so she must have been very attentive to the submissions, checking them at least twice a day, morning and evening.
It's already afternoon, so she should have seen it at least once.
Why didn't she reply to "Roadside Composer"?
There are two possibilities.
Firstly, she might not have heard the song yet. If there are many submissions in her inbox, she might listen to them first, and his song might not be available yet.
The second possibility is that she listened, but felt it was inappropriate and didn't want to reply.
Lu Ran was skeptical of the second possibility.
He was confident in the song; a work that had been proven successful in the market in his previous life would still be effective in this world.
Shen Yuege has been making music for over a decade; she can tell good from bad just by listening, so it's impossible for her to think it's inappropriate.
That's the first one—she hasn't heard it yet.
Lu Ran put down her phone and stopped thinking about it.
There's no use in rushing; what's meant to happen will happen.
When Shen Yuege returned home that evening, she was already in the kitchen.
The pot was simmering with pork rib soup, and the aroma filled the whole house.
"You're back?" She poked her head out from the kitchen. "Wash your hands, the soup will be ready soon."
Lu Ran changed his shoes, walked into the kitchen, and stood behind her, glancing at the soup in the pot: "Why did you decide to make soup today?"
"There wasn't much going on at the studio today, so I came back early and made some soup. Your leg isn't fully healed yet, so drink more bone broth to help it heal."
"My leg is almost healed, why would I need more supplements?"
"Even if it heals, it still needs to be repaired. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, and this hasn't been that long."
Lu Ran smiled, did not refute, and took two bowls out of the cupboard and placed them on the table.
Shen Yuege brought the soup over, and the two sat facing each other, drinking the soup without saying a word.
After taking a few sips, Shen Yuege suddenly put down her spoon and looked at Lu Ran: "I have a question for you."
"ask."
Have you seen any strange posts online lately?
Lu Ran's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained unchanged: "What post?"
"Well... never mind, it's nothing." Shen Yuege picked up her spoon again and continued drinking her soup.
Lu Ran looked at her, refraining from asking further questions.
He roughly knew what was going on—Shen Yuege must have seen the submission and listened to it.
She wanted to test whether he was the one who did it, but she was too embarrassed to ask directly, so she mentioned "strange post" indirectly.
If he responds with "I saw it," it's tantamount to admitting that he's been paying attention to the call for submissions.
If he shows curiosity, Shen Yuege might continue the conversation.
The best way is to play dumb.
Lu Ran finished the last sip of soup and put the bowl down: "The soup was good. I'm a little tired from work today, I'm going to take a shower now."
"Go ahead." Shen Yuege glanced at him and didn't continue the topic.
Lu Ran stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
As he reached the door, he glanced back and saw Shen Yuege staring at his back with a hint of confusion in her expression.
He was laughing inside, but he kept his facial expression under control.
When I came out of the shower, Shen Yuege was no longer in the living room.
The study light was on, and the door was ajar. Lu Ran walked over and saw Shen Yuege sitting in front of the computer, wearing headphones, with a music player interface on the screen.
She was listening to that song.
Lu Ran didn't go in. He tiptoed back to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and picked up his phone.
He opened the "Roadside Composer's" email and found a new email in his inbox.
The sender was the official email address of Xingyue Studio, and the reply was very simple: "We received your submission and have listened to it. The song is of very high quality. May I ask your name? Is it convenient for us to communicate by phone?"
Lu Ran looked at the email and a smile crept onto his face.
Shen Yuege took the bait.
No, it doesn't count as taking the bait.
She genuinely thought the song was good and wanted to contact the composer.
This has nothing to do with "taking the bait"; it's the natural attraction of a good work.
He thought for a moment and replied with an email: "Just address me as 'Roadside Composer.' Phone communication is inconvenient; just email me if you need anything."
After sending the message, he felt the reply was too cold, but then he thought, that's exactly how the "Roadside Composer" persona works—mysterious, low-key, and not fond of socializing. Being too enthusiastic wouldn't fit the image.
Less than five minutes after the email was sent, Shen Yuege came out of the study.
She walked into the bedroom with a subtle expression on her face, as if she was thinking about something.
"You're still awake?" she asked, seeing Lu Ran lying in bed looking at his phone.
"Go to sleep later. What's wrong? You don't look right."
Shen Yuege sat down next to him, paused for a moment, and said, "It's nothing. I just received a submission today. It was quite well-written, but the author was rather strange. They didn't leave a phone number or name, saying they could only contact me by email."
"So what do you plan to do?"
"I don't know. Let's try contacting them by email first. We can't force them to leave their phone number if they don't want to."
Lu Ran nodded: "Then don't worry about it too much. Some creative people are like that, socially awkward, and don't like interacting with people. As long as the work is good, who cares what it's called."
"You're right." Shen Yuege stood up and went to wash up.
Lu Ran lay in bed, staring at her phone screen, looking at the email that had already been sent, and suddenly felt that this matter was particularly interesting.
His wife was working hard outside to collect submissions, while her husband was secretly submitting his work at home.
His wife thought she had met a mysterious musical genius, but in fact, that musical genius was lying right next to her.
This feeling of playing a prank is pretty addictive.
But he also knew he couldn't play for too long.
Once Shen Yuege confirms she wants to use this song, she'll eventually have to sign a contract and pay.
At that point, the identity of "street composer" will no longer be able to be hidden, because the contract requires the real name.
We'll talk about it later.
Let's get past this hurdle first.
Lu Ran turned off her phone, turned over, and closed her eyes.
Another thing started swirling in my mind—the development progress of Minecraft, the ARAM data for League of Legends, when EA's Wildlands would start losing users, and when the new employees at the Chengdu branch would be able to get started.
Take it one step at a time, no rush.
This month, we'll finish digesting the code for Minecraft, and next month we'll start localization modifications, aiming to release the first internal test version before the Lunar New Year.
After the new employee training was completed and we had enough manpower, we officially entered the large-scale development phase.
As for Shen Yuege, she was told to correspond with the "Roadside Composer" via email for a few days.
I'll tell her the truth when the time is right.
I wonder if she'll be so angry when she finds out that she'll break his other leg too.
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