NABC Chapter 86 The men are no match for the tiger ladies
Chapter 86 The men are no match for the tiger ladies
Chapter 86 The Men Are No Match for the Tiger Women (Burst Update Mode 23)
Yao Feng watched the interaction between the two children and felt secretly delighted.
He put his hands in his pockets, which contained the sheet music for those four songs.
He cleared his throat and began his daily routine of showing off.
"Old Yu, let me tell you something."
"My precious nephew has been quite busy these past few days of the Lunar New Year."
"I wrote five more songs."
"Every single one is a masterpiece."
"The sheet music is all ready and I've brought it."
Yu Detan's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Five songs? Really?
"Take it out and let me see it!"
Yao Feng pulled his hand back and chuckled.
"No rush."
"Wait a minute, let's all come to my house and watch it together."
This really piqued Yu Detan's interest.
It's so tempting, like being scratched by a cat.
After paying respects at Master Yu's house, we went to Master Wang Sen's house.
Master Wang plays the guitar, and his personality is just like the guitar—free-spirited and unrestrained.
Upon seeing them arrive, he immediately stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
"Come, come, have a seat!"
The same process.
Kneel, greet, and receive a red envelope.
The red envelope is still twenty yuan.
Liu Yifei held the second 2,000 yuan red envelope, her gaze towards Chen Lang becoming even more resentful.
Yao Feng repeated his previous explanation.
Wang Sen's reaction was even more exaggerated than Yu Detan's.
He immediately reached into Yao Feng's pocket.
Yao Feng laughed and dodged it.
Next, the homes of Master Zhang Zhike, Master Rongzheng, Master Liang Ruihua, and Master Hu Zhiping —
At each of the homes he visited, Yao Feng would recount the glorious achievement of his beloved nephew writing five more songs.
Then they kept it a secret, refusing to reveal the score.
We went from house to house.
Finally, everyone gathered at Yao Feng's house.
The small living room was suddenly packed with people.
Several grown men, all heavy smokers.
The living room was soon filled with smoke, just like a spider's web.
The women and children sat far apart.
This is the norm in this era.
In families where men hold high status, smoking and drinking are considered perfectly acceptable.
The women have long been used to it.
Several professors sat around an octagonal table, smoking and drinking tea.
The topic naturally revolves around Chen Lang's five mysterious new songs.
Chen Lang pulled Liu Yifei along as they escaped from the smoke-filled living room.
He didn't want his still-developing young body to be poisoned by secondhand smoke.
The two little ones went straight into Yao Beina's room.
Yao Beina's room was decorated in a very girlish style.
Posters of Hong Kong and Taiwanese celebrities are on the wall, some small dolls are on the desk, and there are pink sheets and duvet covers on the bed.
The blankets on the bed also had small floral patterns.
She will be fifteen years old after the New Year.
She's a grown woman now.
There were a few pieces of clothing hanging on the balcony outside the window.
Among them are girls' underwear, those little vest-like bras.
When Yao Beina saw the two people come in, she smiled at first, but when her gaze swept to the balcony, her face turned red instantly.
She hurried over and hurriedly gathered up the clothes, stuffing them into the closet.
Liu Yifei opened her eyes wide with curiosity, just about to ask what it was.
Chen Lang reacted quickly and covered her mouth.
That little brat, the moment she sticks her butt out, he knows what she's up to.
Although Liu Xiaoli had often told her about many things that girls should pay attention to.
But Liu Xiaoli was busy, so Liu Yifei mostly followed him around playing.
There are many things that she still doesn't quite understand.
Chen Lang pulled her aside and made a shushing gesture.
Liu Yifei blinked and nodded.
The three people were in the room, whispering to each other.
In the living room outside, several middle-aged men were chatting animatedly.
The focus of the conversation was naturally Chen Lang.
Yao Feng's voice was the loudest and most excited.
He was spitting as he boasted to a few old friends about his nephew and apprentice.
"—You didn't see those two huge cabinets of books and tapes in his room—"
"And that notebook, I looked at it, it was filled with countless inspirations, all kinds of them—"
"This kid was born for this!"
Yu De took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring.
"It's a pity. This child has stage presence; otherwise, he would definitely be a remarkable star in the future."
Wang Sen flicked his cigarette ash.
"What's there to regret?"
"Being able to sing is certainly a good thing."
"Being a top-notch songwriter or a master musician is a much higher status than being a singer."
"Look at our country, how many singers can be called 'teacher'? But songwriters, composers, and performers are all respected artists."
Hu Zhiping nodded in agreement.
"That's right, Lao Wang is right."
"This kid plays the guitar well and the drums well too. If he focuses on becoming a performer, he'll definitely achieve great things."
"Plus his songwriting talent, everyone who sees him will respectfully call him Teacher Chen from now on!"
The men chatted amongst themselves.
While I felt a little disappointed that Chen Lang couldn't sing on stage, that was all.
In the eyes of these professional musicians, the glamour on stage is far less real than the status behind the scenes.
These words infuriated Li Xinmin, who was sitting on the other sofa chatting with the women.
She was laughing as she listened to her husband brag about his nephew.
Upon hearing this, he immediately became furious.
"Hey, what kind of talk is that, you grown men?"
She raised her voice and immediately started criticizing.
"Our Langlang has been training his voice and breath control since he was little, because he loves singing and he has this dream!"
"The doctor said it will get better, and instead of comforting me, you're making sarcastic remarks?"
"Is this how you teachers should act?"
What do you mean by "not being a good singer"?
"Without us singers, who would listen to all the songs you write and the tunes you play?"
"Highbrow art finds few admirers; that perfectly describes you!"
Yao Feng was displeased upon hearing this.
"Hey, how can you talk like that?"
"We were praising Langlang, how did this get dragged into this?"
Li Xinmin's eyes widened.
"I'm talking about you guys!"
"They stand on the podium, as professors, and are respected by others, while they look down on us who sing on stage."
"Let me tell you, a good singer can turn an ordinary song into a classic!"
"A bad singer can make a good song sound worthless!"
"There's a lot to learn about this!"
Good guy.
That's how war broke out immediately.
The living room instantly split into two camps.
The men were in one group, and the women in another.
Li Xinmin started it, and Liu Xiaoli and several other teachers' wives also joined the fray.
You say one thing, I say another.
It made those musicians and artists who were respected outside feel ashamed.
The group of grown men looked at each other, could only force a smile, and kept apologizing.