If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

"It's good enough as it is, I think it's really good," Wang Heifen said, feeling heartbroken at Dun Chenyu's dejected look.

“I can’t make do with this. This is a very important matter. I want to do this song well.” Jiang Ziyi pursed her lips and made a major decision: “There is only one way now. Change the person. Gege, you do it.”

"Me...me...me sing? Are you kidding me? You think I can sing well if Sister Xiaoyu can't?" Little Fatty asked incredulously, pointing to himself.

“Yes, Yiyi is right,” Dun Chenyu said, her spirits lifting. “Perhaps you can resonate with people more when you sing this song. Emotion is more important than technique in this kind of song, and besides, your vocal talent is perfectly suited to this song.”

“Yes, whether it’s your childlike voice or your experiences, this song is tailor-made for you,” Jiang Ziyi said.

"Ah? Experience? Princess, were you abducted?" Wang Heifen asked in shock. Every time they met, this little princess was full of energy, and it was hard to believe that she had such a tragic past.

The three were unsure whether they should say it or not, but Little Fatty didn't hold back: "I ran away from home, hehe."

"Quite unique..." Turns out, it wasn't an abducted child, but a troubled child. What kind of resonance could there be? The haters were speechless.

“Come on, Gege, let’s try it. You learn from me,” Jiang Ziyi immediately transformed into a music fanatic and began to sing: “The brightest star in the night sky… come on, you do it.”

Jiang Ziyi may have average talent, but she is very accomplished in music theory, with excellent pitch and clear pronunciation, like a textbook example.

"The brightest in the night sky... Hehe, don't look at me, okay?" Little Fatty wasn't the type to be coy; he'd sing rap if he wanted to. But with Dun Chenyu's heavenly voice as a benchmark, he felt ashamed to challenge her in front of everyone as soon as he opened his mouth, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Stop looking at her, Gege, continue, the brightest star in the night sky... 1, 2, start," Jiang Ziyi said seriously while working.

"The brightest star in the night sky... Hahaha, I can't sing it, how can I compare to Sister Xiaoyu? Sister Yiyi, how about we help Sister Xiaoyu find her feeling again?" Little Fatty still found it funny and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Shut up!" Jiang Ziyi couldn't tolerate his disrespect for her music. She reverted to her irritable giantine state from their first meeting, slamming the sheet music onto the chubby boy's head. Her blond hair flew wildly. "Laugh, laugh, laugh! What are you laughing at? What are we doing? This is for the country and the people, to find a home for your sisters. What's so funny?!"

"Sing along with me if you don't want to die!" Jiang Ziyi shouted. "The brightest star in the night sky... 1, 2, start!"

You know what, Little Fatty eats this. After being scolded by Jiang Ziyi, he became obedient and earnestly imitated, "The brightest star in the night sky..."

……

Little Fatty sang a few lines, and the others looked at each other in disbelief. Another strange talent. Little Fatty's voice, at four and a half years old, was a bit outrageous. It was clear and pure, like a mountain spring flowing, full of vitality and innocence. The key was that he was more experienced and had much stronger control than the children.

"Very good, this is the right voice," Jiang Ziyi smiled again and reached out to rub the little fat boy's head: "When the princess is serious, she is quite good."

Little Fatty smiled modestly yet couldn't help but feel proud: "It's all thanks to Sister Yiyi's excellent teaching."

"Hmm, her emotions are still a little lacking, but emotions aren't a problem for her," Dun Chenyu said with satisfaction.

"Yes, the emotional problem isn't too bad. If it doesn't work, I'll have my sister scold her again, haha." This shows that after spending time together, the siblings are starting to resemble siblings.

“Alright, time waits for no one, Gege, go to your room now and memorize the lyrics. Is half an hour enough?” Jiang Ziyi said.

"Too easy," Little Fatty said confidently as he slammed the door shut in his room. After all, he was one of the top twenty students in their county's key high school, and memorizing a poem of two or three hundred words in half an hour was a piece of cake for him.

Judging from the fact that he became a girl and was forced to lose weight, Xiao Pang's advantage is that he can accept things he can't refuse. Since he has to sing, why should he be coy and let others beat him into singing? Besides, he is willing to do these things for Zhang Xiaoyan.