Chapter 135: Singing
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After listening to their discussion for a while, the director said, “The prize for the fifth place is a portion of grilled eggplant with garlic.”
“What? Eggplant? No meat?” Feng Jun couldn’t help but exclaim.
“I hate garlic the most!” Feng Fei jumped up with a howl.
“Sixth place, a skewer of baked beans!” The director continued to shout loudly. The few of them were still in shock. They looked at the picture displayed. It was actually so small…
“There are a total of eight of us. Auntie Fu, Auntie Zhang, and Huo Ran are definitely at the bottom. After deducting three, there are still five left. That means that one of the five of us is going to eat eggplant…” Feng Fei didn’t want to eat garlic!
BoxNovel.comThe children no longer discussed it. Their hearts broke when they saw the dried beans. They wondered what the seventh place was. What was smaller than dried beans? Could it be peanuts? Then what’s smaller than peanuts?
They didn’t seem to be able to think of anything.
“Seventh place, roasted air…” As soon as the director said this, the children were stunned. How could he do this? Could he even roast air?
There really was a picture!
Fu Xin and Zhang Nan were also astonished. They looked at each other, as if they already knew what kind of reward they could get. Feng Jun, on the other hand, hugged Zhang Nan unhappily.
[Director, you’re awesome. That’s why you’re the director!]
[Fu Xin seems to be better. After all, if Little Xinyuan sings well, she can at least get some food back. But look at Feng Jun’s despairing eyes. You have to know that he and his mother are out of tune.]
[I wonder what the eighth place is. Is there anything more amazing than roasted air?]
[I’m just waiting to watch a good show.]
[I want to know what other dirty tricks the director has up his sleeve.]
Fu Xin looked at Feng Jun’s unhappy face and comforted him. “It’s okay, Feng
Tun. When Auntie gets seventh place. I’ll give you some air.”
Zhang Nan was helpless. “Thank you!”
“It’s nothing.” Fu Xin smiled.
Everyone was still waiting to hear what the eighth place would be! However, the director changed the topic. “Do you really want to know what the eighth place is?”
Zhang Nan nodded vigorously. The last place would probably be between her, Fu Xin, and Feng Jun. She was very curious. What could she get? What could be more ‘powerful’ than air?
“Number eight, it’s a secret!” The director left a suspense.
After announcing this, they began to draw lots. What a coincidence that Fu Xin actually drew the first one.
As soon as the game began, she walked alone to the microphone and looked into the camera. The director stood diagonally behind her and surreptitiously flicked the switch on the recorder hidden in his jacket pocket.
This was what Jiang Yi had instructed him to do. He had to record Fu Xin’s singing. The director really didn’t understand. Fu Xin’s singing was out of tune. She seemed to have written a new song. What was so good about it?
Could it be that he was supporting his wife?
Fu Xin began to sing. The director stood at the back and couldn’t see her expression. He didn’t know if she was very intoxicated or if she was the kind who could handle things. However, when he saw her clapping her hands beside her, the director felt that she should be serious.
As he listened, the director began to lose his sense of direction. He did not know what she was singing.
But Little Xinyuan didn’t seem to be. He sat on the small stool and stared at Fu Xin with his dark eyes, as if Fu Xin was a big singer. He kept clapping like a little fanboy, intoxicated.
Director:
Previously, he had heard Jiang Xinyuan say that his mother sang well. The director thought that it was because children were competitive and wanted Fu Xin to have more support. That was why he said that.
Now, it seemed like that was not the case at all. He seemed to really think that Fu Xin sang very well.
Who did he inherit it from? The director thought of Jiang Yi. He must have inherited it from him. The two of them had the same attitude towards Fu Xin’s singing.
After the song ended, Fu Xin’s voice finally stopped. The director felt that he had been saved and pressed the pause button of the recording pen.
Next was Fei Fei. Her voice was as mellow as a stream. The director felt that his eardrums had been liberated. After she sang a few lines, the director walked out of the courtyard. Indeed, Jiang Yi was waiting for him not far away.
He respectfully handed the recording pen to Jiang Yi. When Jiang Yi took the recording pen, his body seemed to be trembling, and his eyes were still red. However, the light in his eyes seemed to be saying, “I’m so happy.”
Indeed, love could blind people! And kinship!
After Fei Fei finished singing, Fu Xin’s votes came out.
The director came to her side to interview her. “Fu Xin, how many votes do you think you have?”
Fu Xin thought for a moment and asked, “The number of votes is positive for those who support it and negative for those who oppose it.. After adding them up, the final number of votes will be counted, right?”
Chapter 135: Singing
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After listening to their discussion for a while, the director said, “The prize for the fifth place is a portion of grilled eggplant with garlic.”
“What? Eggplant? No meat?” Feng Jun couldn’t help but exclaim.
“I hate garlic the most!” Feng Fei jumped up with a howl.
“Sixth place, a skewer of baked beans!” The director continued to shout loudly. The few of them were still in shock. They looked at the picture displayed. It was actually so small…
“There are a total of eight of us. Auntie Fu, Auntie Zhang, and Huo Ran are definitely at the bottom. After deducting three, there are still five left. That means that one of the five of us is going to eat eggplant…” Feng Fei didn’t want to eat garlic!
BoxNovel.comThe children no longer discussed it. Their hearts broke when they saw the dried beans. They wondered what the seventh place was. What was smaller than dried beans? Could it be peanuts? Then what’s smaller than peanuts?
They didn’t seem to be able to think of anything.
“Seventh place, roasted air…” As soon as the director said this, the children were stunned. How could he do this? Could he even roast air?
There really was a picture!
Fu Xin and Zhang Nan were also astonished. They looked at each other, as if they already knew what kind of reward they could get. Feng Jun, on the other hand, hugged Zhang Nan unhappily.
[Director, you’re awesome. That’s why you’re the director!]
[Fu Xin seems to be better. After all, if Little Xinyuan sings well, she can at least get some food back. But look at Feng Jun’s despairing eyes. You have to know that he and his mother are out of tune.]
[I wonder what the eighth place is. Is there anything more amazing than roasted air?]
[I’m just waiting to watch a good show.]
[I want to know what other dirty tricks the director has up his sleeve.]
Fu Xin looked at Feng Jun’s unhappy face and comforted him. “It’s okay, Feng
Tun. When Auntie gets seventh place. I’ll give you some air.”
Zhang Nan was helpless. “Thank you!”
“It’s nothing.” Fu Xin smiled.
Everyone was still waiting to hear what the eighth place would be! However, the director changed the topic. “Do you really want to know what the eighth place is?”
Zhang Nan nodded vigorously. The last place would probably be between her, Fu Xin, and Feng Jun. She was very curious. What could she get? What could be more ‘powerful’ than air?
“Number eight, it’s a secret!” The director left a suspense.
After announcing this, they began to draw lots. What a coincidence that Fu Xin actually drew the first one.
As soon as the game began, she walked alone to the microphone and looked into the camera. The director stood diagonally behind her and surreptitiously flicked the switch on the recorder hidden in his jacket pocket.
This was what Jiang Yi had instructed him to do. He had to record Fu Xin’s singing. The director really didn’t understand. Fu Xin’s singing was out of tune. She seemed to have written a new song. What was so good about it?
Could it be that he was supporting his wife?
Fu Xin began to sing. The director stood at the back and couldn’t see her expression. He didn’t know if she was very intoxicated or if she was the kind who could handle things. However, when he saw her clapping her hands beside her, the director felt that she should be serious.
As he listened, the director began to lose his sense of direction. He did not know what she was singing.
But Little Xinyuan didn’t seem to be. He sat on the small stool and stared at Fu Xin with his dark eyes, as if Fu Xin was a big singer. He kept clapping like a little fanboy, intoxicated.
Director:
Previously, he had heard Jiang Xinyuan say that his mother sang well. The director thought that it was because children were competitive and wanted Fu Xin to have more support. That was why he said that.
Now, it seemed like that was not the case at all. He seemed to really think that Fu Xin sang very well.
Who did he inherit it from? The director thought of Jiang Yi. He must have inherited it from him. The two of them had the same attitude towards Fu Xin’s singing.
After the song ended, Fu Xin’s voice finally stopped. The director felt that he had been saved and pressed the pause button of the recording pen.
Next was Fei Fei. Her voice was as mellow as a stream. The director felt that his eardrums had been liberated. After she sang a few lines, the director walked out of the courtyard. Indeed, Jiang Yi was waiting for him not far away.
He respectfully handed the recording pen to Jiang Yi. When Jiang Yi took the recording pen, his body seemed to be trembling, and his eyes were still red. However, the light in his eyes seemed to be saying, “I’m so happy.”
Indeed, love could blind people! And kinship!
After Fei Fei finished singing, Fu Xin’s votes came out.
The director came to her side to interview her. “Fu Xin, how many votes do you think you have?”
Fu Xin thought for a moment and asked, “The number of votes is positive for those who support it and negative for those who oppose it.. After adding them up, the final number of votes will be counted, right?”
