I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 253 - 190: Gains and Strategies_3

Chapter 253: Chapter 190: Gains and Strategies_3

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He wanted to, but couldn’t, so he had to put it aside.

Unknowingly, when Harrison Clark finished all his chores and sorted out his thoughts, it was already twelve noon.

He ate lunch quickly and went back to his room to turn on his computer, where he began to input sheet music.

To finish everything within a month, the time was tight, so Harrison decided to speed up the process and avoid wasting time.

About two hours later, he had completed five songs, and got up to stretch his legs, preparing to go downstairs.

Carrie Thomas, who had just woken up from a nap, said she was coming to look for him, probably because she was puzzled and needed his help.

Harrison quickly walked down the stairs, calculating in his mind.

Last time he went back in time, he found that the two of them were indeed together for life.

Moreover, Carrie’s artistic creativity was not fundamentally shaken. She first composed “Morning Wind,” and her creations in her later years were limited. Although the total number of her works had drastically decreased, their quality remained the same or even improved.

It seemed that he could consider giving Carrie a perfect life.

However, Harrison did not intend to act rashly.

Just two days ago, he had taken her on the path to composing “Morning Wind,” declaring magnanimously that there would be no love without songs. It would be inappropriate to go back on his word today and chase her, he was worried that it would hurt her hard-earned creative motivation.

He couldn’t let his selfish desires ruin “Morning Wind,” a song of great importance.

Why didn’t he bring “Morning Wind” back with him?

He wanted to, but he really couldn’t; even a Galactic Human’s brain couldn’t handle it.

The amount of information contained in the entire song, “Morning Wind,” was no less than that of the human gene pool.

Although he could remember the sounds and completely reproduce the melody in his mind, that was just because of his strong memory ability. It was impossible for him to write sheet music that could be understood by others in a detailed manner.

There was no brainwave capture equipment in the twenty-first century, nor was it possible to develop and produce it. It couldn’t convert the sounds in his thoughts into real sounds.

Carrie had no sheet music back then, and all the rhythms and changes in her compositions were created solely by her strength, breaking free from the constraints of rhythm and timbre and playing them out piece by piece, creating a unique sound.

Merely taking 0.1 seconds of change in the melody could reveal countless details.

Harrison was unable to transfer it.

He could only think of ways to speed her up as soon as possible and indirectly influence her creative progress.

As the saying goes, governing a big country is like cooking a small dish—it seems simple but requires great care and attention.

So, playing with time was even more delicate than governing a big country or cooking a small dish.

Harrison had no teacher, and he was relying solely on himself to cross the river by feeling the stones in the darkness.

When he stepped into the lobby after walking down the stairs, he was lost in thought, but he heard an annoying voice near his ear.

“Carrie, we really came with sincerity. Just give us a break, look at us as old acquaintances who have met in a foreign land, and help introduce us,” said the voice.

Harrison looked up and saw Maxwell Campbell, the vice president of Global Entertainment Company, whom he had met at the Grammy dinner.

At this moment, the old man was blocking Carrie’s way at the door with several people, nagging incessantly.

Carrie sidestepped and tried to walk in quickly, impatiently saying, “I’m not familiar with you. Judging from what I know about Harrison, he probably doesn’t want to deal with you either. Get out of the way!”

Although they didn’t harbor deep hatred towards each other, Carrie, with her hate-the-sin-not-the-sinner attitude, particularly disliked those vulgar individuals who made use of others’ names to gain attention at events.

Especially when these impersonators were using her own and Harrison’s names, which made her even more disgusted.

When dealing with contestants she didn’t like, this was Carrie’s attitude. She was not good at, nor did she desire to be fake.

“Why don’t you give us any face?”

Young Thomas Su, with an oily and powdered face, tried to reach out and touch Carrie.

This young man was quite popular among some “older sisters” in the entertainment circle in China, often hugging and holding arms during variety shows, with his touching and pulling habits being second nature.

However, Carrie’s quick reflexes slapped his hand away and then slapped his face with a resounding smack.

The scene immediately froze.

Young Thomas Su covered his face, disbelief written all over his face.

Maxwell Campbell glared at him viciously. For the first time, he felt that the young man he had promoted was causing more harm than good.

“Don’t grope me! I’m not like those old demons who like to chase after young flesh!”

Carrie stood with her hands on her hips, furious and awe-inspiring.

Harrison, who had quietly stood behind her, laughed out loud.

It was rare to see her in such a domineering posture, just like the first time she had publicly scolded Eric Mitchell.

She had changed a lot.

But she actually hadn’t changed at all..

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