Chapter 13
Act II: Hairspray (6)
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Xiang Cai officially joined the Voice of Jiuxiao Radio Drama Troupe. He thought that soon there would be tasks assigned, but as he waited in the group chat every day, no one seems to speak about serious matters.
The radio troupe was too different from what he imagined.
Those well-known staff who were famous in the circle for their high-coldness were gossipy in private. In the group, there were three main things discussed every day: have you eaten it, have you bought it, and have you opened it?
In just a few minutes, the group chat messages would reach 99+.
Even if Xiang Cai watched the screen every day, he couldn’t keep up with the speed of their changing topics. He could only stand there grievously, looking forward to when Qingyun would come to speak in the group.
He joined the Voice of Jiuxiao with only one goal, which was to get close to the great god Wang Qingyun he worshipped. But now that he has met and got his QQ number, Xiang Cai couldn't help but want more.
He hoped to record a plot song for Wang Qingyun's radio drama and that Wang Qingyun could remember his voice. He hopes that his ID could be arranged side by side with his.
Xiang Cai desperately wanted to express himself. But in the group, everyone was either busy gossiping or playing around!!!
Xiang Cai was overwhelmed by them and he finally understood why Qi Ji always complained that the speed of drama released by the circle was so slow. The pits were connected one by one.
Because they would rather pick their feet than fill the pits ...
He wanted to interrupt them to ask whether there was any plot song work, but he was afraid that he would rashly influence the salty fish atmosphere of the group. After thinking about it, he could only turn to the god for help
[T/N: Salty fish: lazy, useless, kind of has no aspirations.]
For fear of disturbing the male god’s rest, Xiang Cai specifically calculated the time difference and found a time not too early nor late, opening the Wang Qingyun’s dialog box.
guess: Yun Da, are you there?
Yiming Qingyun: yes, what's up?
guess: [pitiful bark].jpg
guess: That ... when can I record a song?
On the other side of the ocean, the corner of Tan Yiming’s mouth raised into a smile as he looked at the words sent by the boy.
Only the little newbie wanted to seek work so actively and enthusiastically. How much time would pass before he too would become a salty fish that couldn’t be poked, just like the others?
Yiming Qingyun: If it is an ordinary cover, you can record at any time you want. There are many excellent post-production helpers in the group you can ask to help.
Yiming Qingyun: [Touching the head].jpg
Yiming Qingyun: Your mouth is sweet, the staff will help you.
Tan Yiming misunderstood Xiang Cai’s meaning. Some newcomer cover singers, because there were not many fans on their account. They would hand over the song to the official account of their radio drama club to help release it after recording.
But the boy's answer was beyond his expectation.
guess: No, no!
guess: [Bulldog shaking his head].jpg
guess: Yun Da, do you need to record the theme song for your radio drama?
Tan Yiming then knew what the kid meant.
It was a pity that now there was only one hole in his hand to fill in. The theme song was already sung and recorded by another cover singer.
Tan Yiming saw that the boy sent out several depressed puppies' expression packs in a row, and wanted to reach out and pet the fur on the dog's head.
Yiming Qingyun: [Touching the head] .jpg
Yiming Qingyun: There are still several dramas in the group looking for cover singers. Just contact the planner directly. I remember that "xxxx drama" is very urgently needing one.
A listless ‘thank you’ came from guess.
He wanted to tell Wang Qingyun that he didn't want to record songs for others, but only wanting to record songs for Wang Qingyun's radio dramas.
Needing to save his good face, he didn't say such shameful words out loud.
Across the screen of a mobile phone, a person on the other end of the earth had no way of knowing Xiang Cai’s thoughts, nor could they see Xiang Cai’s lonely expression.
Yiming Qingyun: Right, is it just past five in the morning on your side right now?
Yiming Qingyun: Why did you get up so early?
guess: It's not too early!
guess: I am doing morning exercises~
Yiming Qingyun: Morning exercises?
Xiang Cai held his phone, typing letter by letter.
guess: I'm a dancer. I have to get up early to practice dance.
Yiming Qingyun: Dancer? You sing so well, I thought you were learning vocal music.
"No." Xiang Cai said softly while typing, "I'm a ballet student."
Yes, even if Xiang Cai’s life was filled with vocal music, piano, and performance, in his heart, he still stubbornly considered himself a ballet dancer.
Even if he could no longer wear ballet practice clothes, and even if his ankles could no longer support him to spin and jump, he still refused to give up this title.
In order to make his movements accurate, Xiang Cai had long lost track of how much of his sweat had fallen in the classroom, and even how many pairs of dance shoes he had wore out. He was only seventeen years old, but he had been dancing for twelve years.
In the basic dance steps of ballet, there is a move called "attitude". It is derived from the French word "attitude", and the Chinese translation for the move is "crane dance".
The dancer is stretched on one leg, standing on toes or forefoot support, the other leg is raised to the rear, and the knee is slightly bent. At the same time, the upper body stretched upright, arms extended to the distance…
Sophisticated and celestial, the perfect "attitude" must be elegant and noble.
The seemingly simple attitude, he would hold it for a long, long time, until his legs got so weak that with such high-intensity movements, the ankles that supported all the weight of his body trembled and shook.
Fortunately, all these efforts were meaningful. On the stage, he seemed to be awe-inspiring and noble, a swan spreading its wings, an elegant crane.
... But after that accident, he could no perform the ‘attitude’.
Only he himself knew how many steel nails were implanted in his feet, and how painful it was when he was recovering. The doctor even said that, for a moment, he was afraid Xiang Cai wouldn’t even be able to stand up.
His fragile ankles simply could no longer support high-intensity professional ballet training. Whether it was the attitude, battement, relevé, or those violent jumps and swift spins ... as soon as he tried doing them, he would quickly fall to the ground, trembling.
At that moment, he discovered with fear that he was fragile, he was no longer the ballet prince standing in the center of the stage and doted on by the spotlight.
He hadn't complained to anyone, not even Qi Ji. He always believed that his grief belonged to him. He didn't need to tell others his pain nor force them to share it along with himself.
But in the end, he didn't. He didn't want to let the sadness ruin his good mood now.
He grinned at their chat records, his fingers flying.
Yiming Qingyun: Ballet?
Yiming Qingyun: It seems like I misunderstood you.
guess: What's the misunderstanding?
Yiming Qingyun: Do you know that the feeling you give me is especially similar to those expression packs you've often send, so I always thought you were a puppy.
Yiming Qingyun: Unexpectedly, you are a little swan.
guess: ...
Xiang Cai suddenly felt a little thirsty in his throat.
Because of the well-known Swan Lake, many people would affectionately call the little girls they saw wearing tutus ‘little swan’.
But Xiang Cai was a boy. No one had ever called him this.
He thought he would dislike this somewhat feminine title.
But—’little swan’, ‘little swan’.
These two words rolled on the tip of his tongue, and Xiang Cai closed his mouth, smiling quietly.
At six o'clock, the bell that signaled the beginning of class echoed in the classroom, and not far away, Qi Ji, who was moving her leg up and down, whispered urgently, "Xiang Cai, put your phone away! The teacher is coming!!"
This was the first time that Xiang Cai did morning exercises since he transferred to his new classes. He must not be caught being lazy by the teacher.
The boy didn’t have time to type, and hurriedly pressed the record button to send a voice message.
Xiang Cai whispered into the microphone and said, "Yun Da, I can’t talk anymore! Class is starting!!!"
He quickly opened the expression package bar and wanted to send his favorite dog expression, but thinking of what Wang Qingyun just said, took a finger and chose the “penguin waving goodbye” emoji that came with QQ instead.
[T/N: QQ’s mascot and front icon is a penguin.]
... Anyway, penguins and swans were all geese.
At the same time that the emoticon flew out, a blue voice box appeared on the screen.
It was a farewell voice message from Wang Qingyun.
Xiang Cai tapped it with his fingertips.
The man’s voice was laughing and whispered in his ear
—"Go on and dance, my little swan."
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The author has something to say:
There are actually two ballet dances, one is ‘attitude forward’ (that is, one leg is supported and the other leg is lifted forward, one is ‘attitude backward’ (the more common posture of stretching backward).
What appears in the text is actually the ‘attitude backward’.
[T/N: Attitude]
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Xiang Cai officially joined the Voice of Jiuxiao Radio Drama Troupe. He thought that soon there would be tasks assigned, but as he waited in the group chat every day, no one seems to speak about serious matters.
The radio troupe was too different from what he imagined.
Those well-known staff who were famous in the circle for their high-coldness were gossipy in private. In the group, there were three main things discussed every day: have you eaten it, have you bought it, and have you opened it?
In just a few minutes, the group chat messages would reach 99+.
Even if Xiang Cai watched the screen every day, he couldn’t keep up with the speed of their changing topics. He could only stand there grievously, looking forward to when Qingyun would come to speak in the group.
He joined the Voice of Jiuxiao with only one goal, which was to get close to the great god Wang Qingyun he worshipped. But now that he has met and got his QQ number, Xiang Cai couldn't help but want more.
He hoped to record a plot song for Wang Qingyun's radio drama and that Wang Qingyun could remember his voice. He hopes that his ID could be arranged side by side with his.
Xiang Cai desperately wanted to express himself. But in the group, everyone was either busy gossiping or playing around!!!
Xiang Cai was overwhelmed by them and he finally understood why Qi Ji always complained that the speed of drama released by the circle was so slow. The pits were connected one by one.
Because they would rather pick their feet than fill the pits ...
He wanted to interrupt them to ask whether there was any plot song work, but he was afraid that he would rashly influence the salty fish atmosphere of the group. After thinking about it, he could only turn to the god for help
[T/N: Salty fish: lazy, useless, kind of has no aspirations.]
For fear of disturbing the male god’s rest, Xiang Cai specifically calculated the time difference and found a time not too early nor late, opening the Wang Qingyun’s dialog box.
guess: Yun Da, are you there?
Yiming Qingyun: yes, what's up?
guess: [pitiful bark].jpg
guess: That ... when can I record a song?
On the other side of the ocean, the corner of Tan Yiming’s mouth raised into a smile as he looked at the words sent by the boy.
Only the little newbie wanted to seek work so actively and enthusiastically. How much time would pass before he too would become a salty fish that couldn’t be poked, just like the others?
Yiming Qingyun: If it is an ordinary cover, you can record at any time you want. There are many excellent post-production helpers in the group you can ask to help.
Yiming Qingyun: [Touching the head].jpg
Yiming Qingyun: Your mouth is sweet, the staff will help you.
Tan Yiming misunderstood Xiang Cai’s meaning. Some newcomer cover singers, because there were not many fans on their account. They would hand over the song to the official account of their radio drama club to help release it after recording.
But the boy's answer was beyond his expectation.
guess: No, no!
guess: [Bulldog shaking his head].jpg
guess: Yun Da, do you need to record the theme song for your radio drama?
Tan Yiming then knew what the kid meant.
It was a pity that now there was only one hole in his hand to fill in. The theme song was already sung and recorded by another cover singer.
Tan Yiming saw that the boy sent out several depressed puppies' expression packs in a row, and wanted to reach out and pet the fur on the dog's head.
Yiming Qingyun: [Touching the head] .jpg
Yiming Qingyun: There are still several dramas in the group looking for cover singers. Just contact the planner directly. I remember that "xxxx drama" is very urgently needing one.
A listless ‘thank you’ came from guess.
He wanted to tell Wang Qingyun that he didn't want to record songs for others, but only wanting to record songs for Wang Qingyun's radio dramas.
Needing to save his good face, he didn't say such shameful words out loud.
Across the screen of a mobile phone, a person on the other end of the earth had no way of knowing Xiang Cai’s thoughts, nor could they see Xiang Cai’s lonely expression.
Yiming Qingyun: Right, is it just past five in the morning on your side right now?
Yiming Qingyun: Why did you get up so early?
guess: It's not too early!
guess: I am doing morning exercises~
Yiming Qingyun: Morning exercises?
Xiang Cai held his phone, typing letter by letter.
guess: I'm a dancer. I have to get up early to practice dance.
Yiming Qingyun: Dancer? You sing so well, I thought you were learning vocal music.
"No." Xiang Cai said softly while typing, "I'm a ballet student."
Yes, even if Xiang Cai’s life was filled with vocal music, piano, and performance, in his heart, he still stubbornly considered himself a ballet dancer.
Even if he could no longer wear ballet practice clothes, and even if his ankles could no longer support him to spin and jump, he still refused to give up this title.
In order to make his movements accurate, Xiang Cai had long lost track of how much of his sweat had fallen in the classroom, and even how many pairs of dance shoes he had wore out. He was only seventeen years old, but he had been dancing for twelve years.
In the basic dance steps of ballet, there is a move called "attitude". It is derived from the French word "attitude", and the Chinese translation for the move is "crane dance".
The dancer is stretched on one leg, standing on toes or forefoot support, the other leg is raised to the rear, and the knee is slightly bent. At the same time, the upper body stretched upright, arms extended to the distance…
Sophisticated and celestial, the perfect "attitude" must be elegant and noble.
The seemingly simple attitude, he would hold it for a long, long time, until his legs got so weak that with such high-intensity movements, the ankles that supported all the weight of his body trembled and shook.
Fortunately, all these efforts were meaningful. On the stage, he seemed to be awe-inspiring and noble, a swan spreading its wings, an elegant crane.
... But after that accident, he could no perform the ‘attitude’.
Only he himself knew how many steel nails were implanted in his feet, and how painful it was when he was recovering. The doctor even said that, for a moment, he was afraid Xiang Cai wouldn’t even be able to stand up.
His fragile ankles simply could no longer support high-intensity professional ballet training. Whether it was the attitude, battement, relevé, or those violent jumps and swift spins ... as soon as he tried doing them, he would quickly fall to the ground, trembling.
At that moment, he discovered with fear that he was fragile, he was no longer the ballet prince standing in the center of the stage and doted on by the spotlight.
He hadn't complained to anyone, not even Qi Ji. He always believed that his grief belonged to him. He didn't need to tell others his pain nor force them to share it along with himself.
However, sensing the gentle caring nature of Wang Qingyun, a stranger from the opposite side of the world, far away, for a brief moment, he wanted to pour out his grievances from the bottom of his heart.
But in the end, he didn't. He didn't want to let the sadness ruin his good mood now.
He grinned at their chat records, his fingers flying.
Yiming Qingyun: Ballet?
Yiming Qingyun: It seems like I misunderstood you.
guess: What's the misunderstanding?
Yiming Qingyun: Do you know that the feeling you give me is especially similar to those expression packs you've often send, so I always thought you were a puppy.
Yiming Qingyun: Unexpectedly, you are a little swan.
guess: ...
Xiang Cai suddenly felt a little thirsty in his throat.
Because of the well-known Swan Lake, many people would affectionately call the little girls they saw wearing tutus ‘little swan’.
But Xiang Cai was a boy. No one had ever called him this.
He thought he would dislike this somewhat feminine title.
But—’little swan’, ‘little swan’.
These two words rolled on the tip of his tongue, and Xiang Cai closed his mouth, smiling quietly.
At six o'clock, the bell that signaled the beginning of class echoed in the classroom, and not far away, Qi Ji, who was moving her leg up and down, whispered urgently, "Xiang Cai, put your phone away! The teacher is coming!!"
This was the first time that Xiang Cai did morning exercises since he transferred to his new classes. He must not be caught being lazy by the teacher.
The boy didn’t have time to type, and hurriedly pressed the record button to send a voice message.
Xiang Cai whispered into the microphone and said, "Yun Da, I can’t talk anymore! Class is starting!!!"
He quickly opened the expression package bar and wanted to send his favorite dog expression, but thinking of what Wang Qingyun just said, took a finger and chose the “penguin waving goodbye” emoji that came with QQ instead.
[T/N: QQ’s mascot and front icon is a penguin.]
... Anyway, penguins and swans were all geese.
At the same time that the emoticon flew out, a blue voice box appeared on the screen.
It was a farewell voice message from Wang Qingyun.
Xiang Cai tapped it with his fingertips.
The man’s voice was laughing and whispered in his ear
—"Go on and dance, my little swan."
----------
The author has something to say:
There are actually two ballet dances, one is ‘attitude forward’ (that is, one leg is supported and the other leg is lifted forward, one is ‘attitude backward’ (the more common posture of stretching backward).
What appears in the text is actually the ‘attitude backward’.
[T/N: Attitude]
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aaaahhh!! i'm already loving this so much!! qaq i want more fluff between them~ thank u for the chapter <3
ReplyDeleteMuchas gracias! Me dio un poco de trabajo encontrar esta novela, hasta ahora me parece muy linda.
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