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Wolf Cub

  The coursework in high school is very tight.

  Even if Jiang Xi used all his spare time after class to finish his homework, he still hadn't finished it when he got home.

  "Mom, I'm back."

  Jiang Xi swung his backpack and changed into shoes, only to find that there was an extra person in the living room.

  Tang Baozi?

  Tang Gu was seeing Jiang Xi's clear and simple appearance for the first time, staring at her thick bangs for a while before saying with a hint of displeasure: "You little girl, you're quite capable of dressing yourself up."

  Jiang Xi smiled: "Mr. Tang is a rare guest."

  She didn't deliberately put on a modest air in front of Tang Gu, Jiang Mu wiped her hands with an apron and came out of the kitchen: "Xi Xi, Mr. Tang has been waiting for you for a while, you go entertain him first, dinner will be ready soon. Mr. Tang, please stay for dinner, don't be polite."

  The old-fashioned simplicity of Tang Gu's enthusiasm made it difficult for him to refuse, so he simply agreed: "Then thank you, Auntie."

  Jiang's father called out and also went into the kitchen to help, leaving the living room for Tang Gu and his daughter to discuss matters.

  Sit.

  Jiang Xi poured him a glass of water: "This is lemonade made by my mom, it tastes pretty good, try some."

  Tang Gu was picky, but after taking a sip, he had to admit that it was sour and sweet, with just the right flavor, and now drinking it was extremely refreshing.

  "Mr. Tang heard it and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, so from now on, just call me Brother Tang."

  Jiang Xi smiled brightly, her skin was delicate and white, her pupils shone brightly, and she looked lovely: "Isn't that Tang Shu?"

  "Little thief."

  Putting aside his preconceptions, Tang Gu couldn't help but admit that this little girl was quite good at winning people over. She spoke fluently and appropriately, knowing when to be serious and when to crack a joke, able to effortlessly chat up someone in just a few minutes.

  "Tang Ge, it's so late, is there something urgent?"

  "Wait."

  Tang Pangzi mysteriously took out a black gold-edged letter from his briefcase and pushed it over, as if cutting flesh: "You take a look first."

  "The Masked Singer?"

  The golden foil stamping was exquisite, the gold-edged twigs and flowers seemed to seep into the dark background color, Jiang Xi unfolded it, staring at that line of elegant gold lacquer characters, "What's this for?"

  Jiang Xi is still an outsider, even if he has studied a lot of data in a targeted manner, his understanding of the situation is not as good as Tang Baozi's.

  Tang Gu finally felt a bit of superiority.

  Actually, at the beginning, when he intentionally signed Jiang Xi, what he first took a liking to was only her face, although she was still young, but indeed rarely beautiful.

  It wasn't until the two of them were in private contact that they found out Jiang Xi's casually filled-out singing specialty was not just for show.

  Jiang Xi sent another audio clip of her singing and told him calmly that she had been learning vocal music before graduating from junior high school, had won prizes in provincial singing competitions, but gave up due to the intense study schedule in high school.

  For the Jiangxi family, vocal music is the most affordable and economical among various musical instruments and dances.

  She was born with a good voice, studied vocal music, and has a very wide range, from low eighth to high eighth, playing freely, can also pull out a dolphin sound, after washing the vocal cords with detergent, her singing is even better than before.

  Tang Gu thought he had picked up a treasure at that time.

  If it weren't for this premise, Han Chen would have declined this invitation no matter how valuable or hard to come by it was.

  Tang Baozi patiently and selectively introduced this match again.

  "Have you watched the talent show?"

  Jiang Xi nodded, and when the talent show was popular back then, she followed suit for a while.

  "It's similar to that, but this is a live singing competition for the music scene, an annual grand event jointly organized by all platforms, with each platform only able to produce two."

  Tang Gu compared two thick fingers.

  "Judging by seniority, I'm afraid I won't make it." Jiang Xi tapped on the notice.

  "Right, those inside are all super sharks in the live streaming world, you can't even be counted as a piece of fish crap." Tang Yu used a crude metaphor, "But someone gave you an opportunity, it's just that grasping this opportunity is very difficult, very difficult."

  "Mr. Han?"

  The only big shot Jiang Xi had ever met was him, "Why?"

  "How am I supposed to know?"

  Tang Gu really dislikes clever people, especially those who are quick-witted.

  Jiang Xi couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it anymore and waved his hand.

  "Tang Ge, can you tell me specifically about this matter?"

  The judges of the Masked Singer competition are big names specially invited from the music scene at a high price, with sufficient weight and not much different from China's Good Voice, making it one of the annual events in the hosting industry.

  The participants are also the top anchors of various platforms. "Don't think that these anchors are like those you usually see, who only know how to be cute and flirtatious. Each one has very solid singing skills. Your only advantage is that you're a new face, and the audience finds it fresh."

  "But the drawback is also here."

  All participating anchors have a certain audience base, especially those with millions of followers, and fans vote generously.

  Jiang Xi used to chase stars too, although not obsessively, but with a very clear and delicate feeling.

  Sometimes it's not necessarily a true infatuation with the person, but rather an inability to let go of the past investment of time and resources. This "true feeling" built on time won't be easily swayed by appearance or capability.

  Fans all have thick fan filters.

  "The judges' and audience's voting rights are split in half, which means that you have a natural disadvantage compared to your already famous opponents. Moreover, as a newcomer, the audience's first impression of you is not good."

  The competition is a knockout tournament, with judges only appearing in the semifinals. The outcome of all other rounds is determined by audience voting.

  The importance of fans goes without saying.

  Jiang Xi's expression gradually became more serious.

  "So, if you're strong and good-looking, you might be able to attract a large wave of new viewers and casual fans, but the greater possibility is that you'll just get PKed down."

  Tang Yue emphasized the severity of it: "If you're ridiculed here, lose your popularity among passersby, other anchors will only continue to suppress you and won't give you any chance to make a comeback."

  Will Dongshan rise again?

  If she was killed by Hei Chengxiang, what she would lose is probably this life that she had picked up.

  The host is right, it's not recommended to participate.

  "If we follow your previous plan, although it will take a little longer, it's more stable."

  "How did you choose?"

  There's a chance of shit in this sugar...

  Jiang Xi could almost immediately imagine Han Chen's gloating face, she pursed her lips: "Let me think for a moment."

  "Two hours."

  Tang Gu gave a limited edition.

  He stretched out his hand and took another sip of lemon water. Jiang Mu and Jiang Fu, one holding a bowl and chopsticks, the other carrying dishes out of the kitchen, grasped the timing just right:

  "Brook brook, Mr. Tang is having dinner."

  Jiang Xi only then felt his stomach growling with hunger, seeing Tang Gu being attracted by the aroma of food, couldn't help but smile: "Tang Ge, if you don't mind, why not sit down and have a meal together?"

  "You've already said so, can I still push?"

  Tang Gu's mouth didn't match his heart, but his two thick legs moved extremely fast. Today, Jiang Mu made several big dishes: braised lion head, crystal pork belly, squirrel mandarin fish, and a fish head stew. The aroma wafted out, making people's fingers move with hunger just from the smell.

  "Mom, it seems you've been holding back your skills all along."

  Jiang Xi's chopsticks were itching to move.

  "What nonsense!"

  "Mr. Tang, don't be polite, eat first. There's nothing special to eat, just make do with what we have."

  Four people ate to their heart's content, and Tang Guo, with his picky tongue, couldn't find anything to criticize. In the end, he lay on the couch in the living room, holding his stomach and sighed: "Auntie, your cooking skills are good enough to open a private restaurant."

  "And what about this sauce? The flavor is just right, I wonder where it's sold?"

  No wonder it's a gourmet tongue.

  Mrs. Jiang was flattered, with two more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes: "Mr. Tang is too polite. This sauce isn't worth much money, it's just something I brewed in my free time for fun. If you like it, I'll give you some to take back later."

  "Auntie, stop calling me Mr. Tang all the time, you can just call me Little Tang."

  Tang Gu ate delicious food and immediately lost his composure, following Jiang Mu's mother into the kitchen to wait for the sauce dish.

  Jiang Xi quietly poured himself a glass of lemon water to relieve his greasiness, his eyes staring blankly at the floor without blinking.

  Jiang's father took one look at his daughter and knew she had encountered a difficult problem, so he patted her head and chuckled: "Has Xiao Tang given you a tough question?"

  "Dad," Jiang Xi furrowed his brow and asked, "If there are two roads, one road is relatively flat, but it takes a long time to reach the top of the mountain; the other road has thorns on the ground and many obstacles, but you can quickly reach the top of the mountain. Which one do you choose?"

  "My daughter, your father may not be as well-read as you educated folks, but he's been through a lot in his life."

  "My dad told me about an experience from before: 'I think it was when you were five or six years old, your dad took you to the city to play. At that time, there weren't any buses like now, people in the village all rode bikes to the city. There's a shortcut in our village that goes over a slope, taking this road only takes more than half an hour; and then there's the main road, the one at the entrance of our village, which takes an hour.'"

  "Dad thought, can't come to my little daughter, so he took the big road. Didn't expect it, walked halfway, and it rained. The front village was not visible, the back shop was not visible, wasn't you soaked? If taking a shortcut, would have arrived in the city area, found a place to hide from the rain. At that time, you got sick, and were sick for half a month, making Dad heartache."

  Jiang Xi seems vaguely familiar.

  When I was a kid, there was a period of time when I was taken to the village health station every day to get injections and take medicine. I was sick for a long time before I recovered.

  "Dad means that even if it's a smooth road, there's no guarantee of a smooth journey, so..."

  Jiang's father shook his head: "Dad didn't say anything, it's just that in this world, there's nothing that can guarantee no problems will arise." He felt a deep sense of regret, thinking back to when XiXi went out and was kidnapped by the kidnapper.

  Jiang Xi nodded, with a slight curl of his lips, smiling very elegantly: "Dad, you're really clever!"

  The wisdom of working people.

  Jiang's father was amused by her.

  Two hours.

  "How is it? Have you decided?"

  Tang Guo was carrying a big bag of bottles and cans, with a clinking sound in his hands. He had only been at the Jiang's house for less than a few hours, but he already felt like he liked this warm and simple family. If it were him, perhaps he wouldn't want to disrupt the original rhythm of life and continue living a stable life.

  Jiang Xi saw him off downstairs.

  The streetlight was reflected in the girl's bright pupils, as if there was a fierce fire burning inside.

  Tang Gu recognized this as the girl's inner unyielding ambition.

  "I'm going."

  The girl threw herself to the ground with a loud noise.

  Tang Gu seemed to have seen her future where she was striving with all her might and constantly making progress.

  "After all, he's a wolf cub, with a heroic spirit."

  Tang Gu shook his head and smiled, well, he'll join in too.

  His studio should also be expanded.

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