Chapter 90: Little Tiger Cub’s Freestyle
In spring, the sunlight is warm. Bathing in the brilliant spring light every day makes one’s bones feel lazy and the whole body comfortable, making it easy to catch spring fever.
Half a month passed in a flash. The days went by as usual, plain and simple. Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea—busy with work and trivialities. But interwoven with sweetness, it was a mundane kind of happiness.
Tonight, Lin Xia’s family finished dinner early, returned to the bedroom, turned on the computer, and opened a video streaming site. Since there was no new drama from Liu Shihuan on the weekend, they didn’t guard the TV set. However, today was a significant day: the premiere of “The Rap of China” across the web.
Wang Jiaming had sent a WeChat message early in the morning reminding Wang Ziyu, Lin Xia, and the others to watch, and if possible, to post bullet screen comments (danmu) to cheer for him.
Molly followed Lin Xia and the others upstairs. Being small, she leaned in close to the computer, watching intently. “Chirp chirp?” Master and Little Master haven’t appeared yet?
It was the first time the White Dumpling had been so close to Molly, so naturally, he stared at her curiously. Seeing Molly flap her wings, he followed suit, waving his two front paws.
Somehow, Lin Xia was reminded of the song “Proud of You”—Believe me I can fly, I’m singing in the sky…
Why not buy wings for the White Dumpling? Wearing wings and a little pink skirt—how beautiful would that image be! Lin Xia’s heart stirred, and he hurriedly grabbed his phone to look at wings on Taobao.
Tang Yinlang caught a glimpse of Lin Xia browsing wings on Taobao, and his invisible tail couldn’t help but clamp tight. Even though he wasn’t in his original form, he felt a chill down his spine.
Poor An An! Tang Yinlang looked at the White Dumpling with gloomy sympathy for his cub.
“Awooo?” Daddy, can you fly? The White Dumpling had waved for a long time with no reaction. He sat paralyzed, asking Tang Yinlang dejectedly.
In the White Dumpling’s eyes, Tang Yinlang was omnipotent. Maybe the big white tiger could fly.
“No, we are not birds nor do we have wings; we cannot fly.” Tang Yinlang answered, looking at the White Dumpling with pity because he saw Lin Xia placing the order.
“Awooo…” An An understands… The White Dumpling said disappointedly.
“Although we can’t fly, we run fast.” Tang Yinlang picked up the White Dumpling and squeezed his limbs. “Look, our limbs are strong and powerful. We run very fast on land.”
“Awooo!” That’s right, we run very fast! After Tang Yinlang’s comfort, the White Dumpling’s mood lifted. He leaned obediently against Tang Yinlang, waiting for the show to start.
At 8:00 PM sharp, the program went online. Lin Xia saw it as soon as he refreshed and hurriedly clicked in. The network was quite smooth with no lag. After the ads, the main feature began.
The show started with introductions of the program and the celebrity producers, followed by the auditions to pick people. Contestants had to perform in front of the producers. The pace was fast, and the editing was intense, moving from one person to the next, leaving a strong impression.
The first episode was all audition content. There were many contestants, and Lin Xia and the others didn’t see Wang Jiaming at first, not until the progress bar was two-thirds through.
The visual style of the screen shifted, playfully typing out “Warning: Surprise Appearance…”
Immediately following was Wang Jiaming wearing a red afro wig, clad in his favorite jacket that screamed “If I were a DJ, would you love me?”, swaggering in. The spotlight followed him, with background music playing “Midnight DJ.” Amidst the sound of “If I were a DJ, would you love me,” Wang Jiaming’s posture was comical yet domineering, leaving people speechless.
The screen cut to other contestants sweating and roasting him.
“Wow, bro, did you walk into the wrong place?”
“Yo, a representative of the the Smart/Shamat (Emo/Goth subculture) family?”
…
The bullet screen comments were a sea of “233333” (laughter), with everyone roasting him, asking where this ‘non-mainstream’ guy came from and saying he must have walked onto the wrong set.
Back at the audition scene, the celebrity producer arrived in front of Wang Ziyu (Jiaming) and was instantly blinded by his red hair.
“Start,” the celebrity producer said faintly, obviously speechless at his style.
However, the moment Wang Ziyu opened his mouth, everyone present, including the audience, was shocked. This bro’s skills are actually good; it’s just his style that’s hard to describe.
The bullet screen filled with rows of “666” (awesome), and people started cheering for him.
Without any suspense, Wang Jiaming secured a ticket to the next round and even gained the producer’s appreciation.
After finishing the episode, Lin Xia immediately messaged Wang Jiaming, telling him he was “666.” Surprisingly, Wang Jiaming replied modestly with a shy emoji, acting nothing like himself.
“Awooo!” The White Dumpling was also watching with boiling blood. Although he didn’t understand what hip-hop was, he stood up excitedly, using his paw as a microphone, mimicking the contestants’ poses.
Awooo! Do you love An An!
“Love!” Lin Xia instantly turned into a fanboy, cheering for the White Dumpling.
“Awooo!” Next is An An’s performance time! The White Dumpling wagged his tail and bobbed his head.
“Awooo…” An An, An An, I am An An… The White Dumpling started reciting, but stopped suddenly.
“Why did you stop?” Lin Xia was just getting immersed in the White Dumpling’s performance. His little tiger was so cute!
“Awooo…” An An doesn’t know the rest… The White Dumpling covered his face with both paws. Too embarrassing for a tiger.
“It’s okay, you can perform after you write the lyrics.” Lin Xia couldn’t resist rubbing the White Dumpling’s head.
“Awooo!” But An An also wants to ‘Fu-lu-shi-dai-ou’ (Freestyle)! The White Dumpling moved his paws away and nestled into Lin Xia’s arms.
“For that, you have to wait until you’re a bit bigger and can say many words.” Lin Xia held the White Dumpling, gently patting his back.
“Awooo!” An An understands! The White Dumpling rubbed against Lin Xia, his mood brightening.
“Come, drink milk.” After the video ended, Tang Yinlang got out of bed to mix formula for the White Dumpling.
“Awooo!” Thank you, Papa! The White Dumpling hooked his paws around the handles of the bottle and latched onto the nipple.
“You’re welcome.” Tang Yinlang watched with soft eyes and a smile as the White Dumpling drank milk in Lin Xia’s arms.
“Awooo?” Papa, do you want to drink milk-milk too? Seeing Tang Yinlang staring at him, the White Dumpling tilted his head, thought for a moment, and offered the bottle to him.
“Hahaha…” Lin Xia laughed until he cramped, his body shaking uncontrollably. He was about to stop, but seeing Tang Yinlang’s dark face and hesitation, he burst into laughter again.
“No.” Tang Yinlang shook his head helplessly.
“Awooo!” Papa, don’t be shy, Daddy has drunk An An’s milk-milk before! The White Dumpling unintentionally exposed Lin Xia’s old secret.
“No, I haven’t!” Lin Xia quickly stopped laughing to explain himself. “That was because I wanted to check if the water temperature was right.”
Sometimes when the water was too hot, Lin Xia worried, so he would take a few sips to check. Who knew the White Dumpling would think Lin Xia wanted to drink milk?
“Awooo?” Is that so? The White Dumpling thought about it; it seemed to make sense.
“You little brat, I treat you so well and you frame me.” Lin Xia pretended to be angry and poked the White Dumpling’s little butt.
“Awooo!” Daddy, An An was wrong! The White Dumpling immediately begged for mercy. He clutched the bottle tightly, afraid it would fall, so he didn’t dare make any big movements.
“Drink your milk properly, I won’t tease you anymore.” Lin Xia smiled and held the White Dumpling securely.
The White Dumpling guzzled down a whole bottle of milk. Tang Yinlang went to wash the bottle, while Lin Xia took the White Dumpling to brush his teeth. Molly flew back into her birdcage.
It’s best to drink milk before brushing teeth before bed, otherwise, the residue affects the mouth and teeth.
After washing up, the family of three returned to the bedroom to tell the White Dumpling a story. The White Dumpling fell fast asleep before hearing the end, and the couple turned off the lights to sleep.
The next day, when Lin Xia checked Weibo, he saw “The Rap of China” trending, occupying several spots.
The hottest one was The Rap of China…
Followed closely by two others: “I knelt the moment he opened his mouth” and “Non-mainstream has Hip Hop.”
Lin Xia’s first thought was Wang Jiaming. He clicked in, and sure enough, it was him. Was Wang Jiaming about to go viral?
Lin Xia congratulated him from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, he was a bit worried about Teacher Luo and Wang Jiaming. If Wang Jiaming really became famous, their relationship would face the danger of exposure. Also, their feelings would be affected more or less.
But these weren’t things Lin Xia should worry about; feelings were their own business. What he should be worrying about now was—Liu Shihuan was coming!
Author’s note: Tang Yinlang (unsure of temperature, drinks milk) Lin Xia: “What are you doing?!” White Dumpling: “Papa really wanted to drink milk-milk!” Tang Yinlang: “Did you not teach me this?” Lin Xia: “…”
Goodnight~ (^_^)
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