Dad, Please Try a Little Harder-Chapter 84 - 77 Qian Quan almost kissed; Qian Quan slam dunked !_1
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Chapter 84: Chapter 77 Qian Quan almost kissed; Qian Quan slam dunked !_1
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After the barbecue buffet, Qian Quan picked up a cake from a cake shop and went with Ding Linlang to a KTV in the plaza.
โDo you want a drink or beer?โ Qian Quan asked once they entered the private room.
โAre you really asking this? Of course, beer. Itโs someoneโs birthday,โ Ding Linlang playfully chided.
โWho is โsomeoneโ?โ Qian Quan playfully questioned her choice of words.
Ding Linlang pretended to hit him.
Qian Quan laughed, โSeriously, you never used to talk like that. I was just surprised; you sounded a bit girly.โ
โQian Quan!โ Ding Linlang kept hitting.
โStop, stop, stop! I was just worried that you drank too much and wouldnโt be able to type,โ Qian Quan said, grabbing the hand that Ding Linlang was using to hit him. โDidnโt you just launch your work?โ
โI have backup drafts, so Iโm not worried at all, thank you,โ Ding Linlang bragged.
โAlright, then letโs order a whole bottle of beer tonight. We wonโt go home until weโre drunk.โ
โA bottle? Are you feeding goldfish? Who is that bottle for? If the people in the next room see, they might think we canโt afford more. Get another one, one bottle each!โ
โWow! Ding Linlang, youโre quite wild.โ
โItโs my birthday today; Iโm the boss. Iโll do whatever I want!โ
โThen I should let Mr. Ding know.โ
โWhat? Are you going to tattle to my father?โ Ding Linlang gave him a โAre you kidding me?โ look. โQian Quan, how childish can you be?โ
โYou donโt know. Mr. Ding once gave me a strict order: in any situation, as long as Iโm present, youโre not allowed to get drunk.โ
โQian Quan, have you just met me? Get drunk from one bottle of beer?โ Ding Linlang sneered. โAnd I think my father meant that heโs worried about me being taken advantage of when Iโm drunk. Weโre the only ones here; would you take advantage of me if I got drunk?โ
โOf course not! I swear! Do you think youโve just met me?โ Qian Quan shot back.
โThen what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of what I might do to you when Iโm drunk?โ
โAlright, alright. One bottle each,โ Qian Quan conceded.
Qian Quan went to get the beer while Ding Linlang selected a song to set the mood.
She chose a song by one of the best singers.
Ding Linlangโs singing talent was just average. She wasnโt tone-deaf or off-tune, but her singing was just โpassableโ, โbearableโ, and โnot laughably badโ.
โLoving an angelโs shortcomings, using a devilโs languageโฆโ
She began to sing.
She didnโt choose the song because she could mimic the original singerโs ethereal and soft voice but because she could relate to the singerโs carefree and unbothered attitude.
The most important aspect of this attitude was to sing as oneself and not consciously imitate anyone else.
This was one of the few commendable points Qian Quan found in Ding Linlangโs singing.
However, there had always been a rumor that the singerโs singing style was influenced by Dolores OโRiordan of the Cranberries, while her personal character was influenced by a great sageโฆ
But it didnโt matter. A diva was a diva because she seamlessly integrated these influences into her unique style.
โWatching a fireworks show, with the time of a life cycle, as the Ziwei star passes by, not having time to say goodbye, itโs already a light year away from meโฆโ
Ding Linlang was getting into the mood.
Qian Quan was selecting songs. There were already seven or eight songs queued up. All the songs he was too shy to sing in front of others were chosen today.
He didnโt have to worry about being embarrassed in front of Ding Linlang. Going off-tune or missing the beat didnโt matter.
After Ding Linlang finished, Qian Quan queued up the birthday song and said, โLetโs eat the cake first, then we can have a proper singing session.โ
He prepared a birthday crown for Ding Linlang and placed it on her head.
Then he turned on the atmosphere lights, lit the candles, sang the birthday song, made a wish, blew out the candles, and ate the cakeโฆ
They went through all the birthday traditions.
When Ding Linlang was cutting the cake, Qian Quan playfully smeared a bit of frosting on her face.
This was a tradition he learned from his mother. Every year on his birthday, she would smear a little frosting on his face, a sign of good luck.
Ding Linlang, aware of this tradition, didnโt avoid it.
After both of them had a piece of cake, they opened their beers and clinked bottles.
โHappy Birthday,โ Qian Quan remarked.
โCheers to that.โ
Then, they began their karaoke session.
The first song Qian Quan chose was from a popular historical drama.
For reasons unknown, perhaps a fault in his memory, Qian Quan always felt that this song wasnโt as memorable as the end-credit song.โ It was the type of song where, if someone started singing it, he could hum along for a bit.
However, with the rise of reality TV shows in recent years and the surge in short videos, many nostalgic moments were revived. Internet sensations began covering old songs, reigniting interest in tunes that had once faded into obscurity.
This revival was especially powerful when combined with classic scenes from past movies and TV shows. These combinations seemed to breathe new life into old songs.
For instance, when Qian Quan sang the song, he couldnโt help but reminisce as he watched the clips of the leading roles in the video. It felt as though some connected memories were resurfacing.
Of course, some songs were transformed beyond recognition by short videos. Here wass a notable example.
The quintessential stylish man, with a slick side-parted hairstyle and a playful twist of the hips, confidently placed one hand in his pocket and sang, โMy silence has dried up, filled with regretsโฆ.โ๐๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฃ๐ธ๐ซ๐๐.๐ฌ๐ธ๐ถfreew ebnovel.com
