Tattoo刺青

Chapter 4

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Xiao Ke never feared anyone at the KTV. He had a presence of his own. Everytime Fang Qimiao heard him sing, he would call him Grandpa Xiao.
*A term of respect, not mocking

After all, when they had been young and naive, Xiao Ke had participated in a survival show before. He had gotten a direct pass into the nation’s top 300 after singing one song. Back then, he had only gone there for fun because his roommates had spoken about it. He didn’t want to actually continue competing. He kept the ticket in his pocket for two and a half days, then immediately dropped out of the competition. 

He knew very clearly how skilled he actually was. Who didn’t have two or three songs they were especially good at? He could fool his way into the top 300, but afterwards, would still get eliminated. He refused to run along as a pacemaker.
*Unimportant participant

But he definitely was a better singer than anyone around him. Which was why he had hated the song at the bar that night and thought it sounded horrible. Xiao Ke followed Fang Qimiao’s directions and walked upstairs, then pushed open the door to the room. He immediately heard Fang Qimiao’s loud voice, “Ey, my Lord Xiao is here! Whoever just said they sing well, hurry up and show yourself, then lie down!”

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“Xiao Ke’s here?” Someone walked over and swung an arm around Xiao Ke in greeting.

The lighting in the room was slightly dim. Xiao Ke had just walked in from outside so couldn’t tell who it was, but from the voice, he could make a pretty safe guess. These people were most likely Fang Qimiao’s high school classmates. This was a gathering of rich second generation kids; a very strange and interesting group of people who were both distanced and close-knit. 

Xiao Ke had a good relationship with Fang Qimiao, so would occasionally join their meetups. After so many years, they all pretty much knew each other.　

“Who was just pretending to be the shit with me. Hurry and kneel down, then call me Dad! Otherwise I won’t even let you keep your underwear later! Go home butt naked!” Fang Qimiao was still shouting.

Xiao Ke walked over with his hands in his pockets and kicked Fang Qimiao. “What are you playing at?”

Fang Qimiao turned around and hugged him. “Lord Xiao! I’ve already lost over ten thousand! Help me kill them!” 

Xiao Ke was bewildered. “How did you lose that much?”

“By singing!”

“……”

Xiao Ke was somewhat speechless. A while later, he finally figured out that these idiots were betting on the scores the system gave. It would’ve been weird if Fang Qimiao’s horrible voice hadn’t lost. Xiao Ke ruffled his hair and cussed at him softly from the side. “Are you a stupid ass? These scores are fucking random. Even if you sing well you might not get a good score. Did your brain get eaten by a dog? 

“Either way I don’t sing well, so I definitely wouldn’t be able to get a high score. You’re certainly better than me, Lord Xiao! Just do it. It’s okay if you lose, I’m just trying to get you out to improve your mood by shouting a bit. Did you really think I called you here to help me sing?” Fang Qimiao also softly shouted back at him.

“Fine.” Xiao Ke laughed, then told him, “How could you bear to see me sad.”

“Got it.” Fang Qimiao waddled off to choose the song for him.