Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Even after the livestream was over, everyone was still at Bai Xueâs house. The production team left the cameras behind. This way, the three cameras faced the two tables, and the viewers could even see the cards in their hands.
The four mothers sat around a table.
Tao Jingyuan shuffled the cards and explained the rules.
During the process, she kept telling the other women which cards were the most important, what was considered a loss, and how many cards could be played at a time.
Very soon, Nannan learned the ropes.
[The cards in Teacher Xiaâs hands are really incredible. She even has the highest card combo.]
[Is the card combo really that powerful?]
[Yes, but Ms. Xia only has two of those. There are still many single cards below.
She can only win if she finds another.]
[I canât see what cards Teacher Bai Xue has.]
[Bai Xue and Xia MO are on the same team. If Bai Xue has another winning card, their team will definitely win.]n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
[Nannanâs technique is a little different.]
[Nannan said she has never played the game before. Itâs already good enough that she can hold all of them in her hands.]
Watching the others play, the comments expressed their opinions on the game.
In the first round, Nannan lost. Lin Wan took over and joined forces with Tao Jingyuan.
On the other side, the dads were playing Mahjong.
Xiao Tianlin and Michael took turns laughing. From the sound of their laughter, one could tell that they had won. âOld Xiao can be so cheeky sometimes,â said Xia Mo.
âItâs all good. Theyâre happy.â
âOld Xiaoâs true personality is the same as Xinxinâs,â Lin Wan said.
Xiao Tianlin put down his tiles. Then, he drew the tiles again. âItâs self-draw again. It seems that Teacher Qiâs luck is good. He always draws great cards.â
âBut why canât my team win even once? How do I break this?â Qi Ming smiled bitterly.
Xiao Tianlin and Michael had already won a few rounds, but he had yet to win even once.
âOld Xiao, lower your voice. The entire courtyard will only hear you laughing,â Xia MO said.
âOh, okay.â
[I can see half of Mr. Qiâs cards from here. Itâs not looking good.] [Mr. Liâs cards arenât that great either.]
Su Wei and Zheng Kuo stood at the side and waited for their turn. [Mr. Li has been quiet for a long time.]
[Are you in the mood to talk when your cards are so bad?]
[Mr. Li is a man of few words. Itâs not because of the cards.]
Li Yanchenâs brows were tightly knit together. His skill wasnât that great when it came to Mahjong, and luck wasnât with him today either. He hadnât even won once yet. He didnât think he would be able to win at all.
âBrother Li, quickly play your cards. Youâve been deep in thought for so long.
Thereâs no punishment for losing today.â
Li Yanchen just threw out a card. He had given up. âIt canât get worse than this. Iâll just do it blindly.â
Li Yanchen had completely let go of the cards. He threw them out without caring about anything else.
[Is Mr. Li not strategizing at all?] [No matter what he does, he canât escape that. So, why waste the brain cells?]
[Teacher Qi seems to have given up too.]
[Hasnât it been half an hour already? Itâs time for a switch.]
[Thereâs still one minute left. Su Wei and Mr. Zheng will join after that. Letâs see if Su Wei will do any better.]
[What are you trying to say? If Su Wei can win despite the cards that have been chosen, does that mean Mr. Li is just bad at the game?]
[Donât say it out loud.]
Su Wei watched for half an hour and felt that Li Yanchen and Qi Mingâs cards were indeed not very great. However, the cause of concern was their skill.
[Did everyone forget that thereâs a concert tonight?]
[I forgot about it.]
[Arenât they going to rehearse? Are they planning to sing directly?]
[Itâs still early. Itâs not too late to practice in the afternoon. Maybe everyone has already practiced after the livestream last night.]
After another half an hour, Li Zekai walked in from outside and stood behind Li Yanchen. âDaddy, are we going to sing tonight?â
âIâm not singing.â
âRight⦠I forgot about the concert. Iâll practice after this round,â Zheng Kuo said.
âBrother Li, are you sure you donât want to participate?â Xiao Tianlin asked.
âIâll be the audience. You guys can sing.â
[Jiejie reminded me. I really forgot about it too.]
[Hopefully, he doesnât take it to heart. Are the others sure they can sing without practice?]
[Maybe itâs just a casual event. If it was a real concert, they would be working hard to set up the venue and whatnot. Itâs too late to do that.]
[Itâs a variety show, after all. The guestsâ singing is just a bonus.]
The mothers who were playing cards werenât very serious about it. âItâs just singing. Itâs very simple.â
âYes.â
âWanwan, do you want to sing a duet with my Qi Ming?â âSure. Letâs finish this round and practice a little.â
[As expected, I forgot everything.]
[Everyone was only thinking about the live broadcast. They didnât think about the additional mission.]
[Sister Wan and Teacher Qi Ming are singing together? Iâm looking forward to it.]
[Can Teacher Bai Xue sing? Iâve never heard her sing before.]
[Iâm looking forward to it too.]
Soon, everyone walked out of the courtyard to a place where there was no camera. Then, they began to rehearse.
Other than Li Yanchen, everyone else had their own songs to perform. Li
Yanchen stood at the side and waved his hands with the beat to join in the fun.
Michael couldnât sing very well either. Li Yanchen didnât understand why everyone thought Michael could actually sing.
âCan Michael really sing?â
âThere are a few places where he is out of tune, but overall, itâs still acceptable,â Lin Wan said.
âCanât I be saved that way as well?â Li Yanchen asked.
âItâs⦠good to be an audience. Thereâs no pressure and no worries about being criticized by fans. You can listen to every song and enjoyâ¦â
âTsk⦠Youâre just saying I canât sing at all. I know that.â
Lin Wan caressed his face. âDo you think Michael will be spared? At least no one will be criticizing you anymore. Be happy.â
âOkay, honey.â
Just like Li Yanchen, Michaelâs singing wasnât that great, but he was very enthusiastic about it. After trying out a few songs that were completely out of tune, Nannan suggested that he should join Li Yanchen in the audience instead.
However, Michael felt so good about himself that he wondered how he could be compared to Li Yanchen. Only a few lines were out of tune. Overall, he felt like he did fine.
âDad, why donât you listen to Auntie Nannan?â Wheatley held her fatherâs arm. âWheatley, tell me⦠Do I sing better than Uncle Li?â
Wheatley nodded. Then, she shook her head. âItâs a bit better, but⦠Itâs still bad.â
âItâs fine as long as Iâm even a bit better at it. Didnât Uncle Li get to sing before? Why canât I have the same chance? The most important thing is to participate, after all.â
âAlright, go ahead. Pretend I didnât say anything.â Wheatley let go of his hand.
âMy dad wonât listen,â said Wheatley when she joined the children again.
âSister Wheatley, let him sing. When many others tell him that he canât sing, heâll listen,â said Li Zekai.
In the end, Michael sang alone. Although he wanted to find a partner, the other
guests refused..