Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Jiang Xinyuan looked at the devastated Feng Fei and retorted, âBut my mother sang very well. â
Feng Fei: ââ¦â He couldnât refute this answer. He didnât know what to say.
When Zhang Nan heard this, she couldnât help but pat Fu Xinâs shoulder. âI didnât expect you to be so secretive. I didnât even listen to you sing carefully. Youâre so good at singing?
Fu Xin said humbly, âSo-so.â
Zhang Nan nodded. âYouâre so confident even when youâre out of tune. Iâm definitely going to be your friend.â
When Fu Xin heard this, she said seriously, âIâm definitely going to be your friend. If we sing together, there wonât be a difference.â
Then, Fu Xin suddenly looked at the camera. âAudience, did you see that? Donât feel sorry for yourself just because of some of your small flaws! Because you wonât know what surprises will be waiting for you tomorrow. Just like me. Who would have thought that singing out of tune could become the reason why the Best Actress acknowledged me and treated me as a friend? Look at your own flaws and bring them to hug the future. Follow me and achieve a better you!â
When Zhang Nan heard this, she also waved the flag and shouted, âFamilies, pay attention quickly. Donât get lost! â Fu Xin rolled her eyes at her. âIâm attracting fans, not bringing goods.â âYouâre right.â Zhang Nan nodded.
After this commotion, the awkwardness caused by Feng Feiâs ridicule was resolved just like that.
The director really didnât expect Fu Xin and Feng Jun to be out-of-tune experts. When he heard the tune of these people just now, he almost died of laughter. However, after watching this commotion for a while, Zhang Nan and Fu Xin came to discuss it with him. He hoped that they could go to the side to âstudy themselvesâ so that they wouldnât lead others astray.
The director looked at Feng Feiâs expectant and pitiful expression and directly agreed to this suggestion. However, there was a small problem. Jiang Xinyuan also wanted to be with her mother. This âmama boyâ really did not want to be separatea rrom ms motner ror a mmute.
âYour mother and the others were not good at singing, so they studied separately. But since you know how to sing, you can stay and learn together. After all, this is a group activity.â The director advised earnestly. After all, it was fine if a few of them left. He was worried that if he agreed to Jiang Xinyuan, they would come again later.
However, Jiang Xinyuan was unmoved. He was very determined. âBut Iâve already learned it. What else do I have to learn? I want to be with Mom.â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The director: âHuh???â
[Is Little Xinyuan that powerful?]
[He learned how to cook noodles after watching it once. He can even read storybooks by himself when heâs five years old. Can he remember the melody after singing it once? But this is not an ordinary pop song, but a mountain song! Heâs a prodigy!]
[Is this the legendary photographic memory?]
The director couldnât believe it either. He let Jiang Xinyuan try to sing a few lines, but he realized that he could really sing it. He could only let him go to Fu Xin.
Fu Xin stood far away and watched the commotion. Just now, at the moment Jiang Xinyuan sang, a very vague memory seemed to flash across her mind. That feeling was very strange. It seemed to be hers, but it didnât seem to be hers. The person in her memory was very gentle, and his voice was low, making her unable to help but be attracted. His Adamâs apple moved up and down as if he was silently seducing her.
Fu Xin couldnât help but pat her cheek. Whatâs going on? She only listened to a few folk songs. Why is she thinking about men? The key was that she had never had such thoughts before. Why did she have such a strange memory after transmigrating into a book? The key was that she couldnât see that personâs face clearly. Could it be that because this body was a married and mature woman, her mind was affected? No, she should chant the Heart Cleansing Spell.
At this moment, Jiang Xinyuan walked over. Seeing Fu Xinâs abnormal behavior, he looked puzzled and a little worried. âMom, whatâs wrong? Why did you hit yourself?â
Fu Xin paused. âAh, there was a mosquito flying beside me just now. It was quite annoying. Unfortunately, I didnât hit it.â As she spoke, she pretended to pat left and right.
Jiang Xinyuan looked around. He did not hear any mosquitoes. However, this despicable mosquito actually dared to bite his mother. He did not know if Aunt Wang had any mosquito repellent in her luggage. He had to go back and look for it.
After an hour of singing, the second event would begin at 9:30 AM and end at 10:30 AM. Everyone would still participate together, but they would still work in families. Each family would have to complete their own mission. However, this time, it was not as easy as singing. It was the operation of movable printing. If things went wrong, there was a risk of returning to work. However, there was more time..