If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

Little Fatty's little brain is indeed sharp enough. In about ten minutes, he opened the door and stuck his little head out to greet her: "Sister Yiyi, I've memorized it, come and test me!"

"You guys play," Jiang Ziyi said, tossing aside the playing cards in her hand and picking up the sheet music beside her. "Liu Mei'er, you join in too."

"What are you going to do with that? She can't understand it anyway," Dun Chenyu asked.

“It’s not for him to see,” Jiang Ziyi said.

The two entered Little Fatty's bedroom. The five of them split into two groups, unable to play the "Upgrading" game, and the remaining three started playing "Dou Dizhu" (a card game) while waiting for their good news of victory. A few minutes later, Little Fatty let out a scream, and Jiang Ziyi loudly cursed, "You went too low!"...

Amidst Little Fatty's pitiful cries, Dun Chenyu emerged.

"What's going on?" three onlookers asked curiously.

The woman, Chen Yu, was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the little fat boy's miserable state. She shook her head helplessly and said, "Yi Yi went too far. Gege has no foundation at all, but she insisted on forcing her not to make any mistakes. Slap slap slap, she really hit her."

"Oh, really, this is too tragic. Isn't this child labor abuse? Stop watching, let's upgrade our fight. It's our turn to fight," said Wang Heifen'er.

Little Fatty was released at noon and ate something. His mental state was appalling. He was pale, with messy yellow fur, and looked at everyone with pleading eyes.

This group consisted of Jiang Ziyi's younger brother, fans, and girlfriend, all of whom were suppressed by her. She was an unruly figure here, so everyone guiltily avoided Xiao Pang's pleading gaze, quickly shoveled down a few bites of rice, and went back to playing the game of Upgrading.

Every top performer in any industry has to be a little stubborn. Jiang Ziyi, as a rising star in the songwriting world, is quite ruthless to herself and equally demanding of Xiao Pang. For a short song with only twenty or so lines, she forced Xiao Pang to sing it all day long, until the child's voice was hoarse, before she was satisfied and put away the damaged manuscript: "It'll do."

Jiang Ziyi opened the door haughtily and let the little fat boy out: "Ta-da! Now, please welcome Ms. Xia Ziwei to bring a smile to everyone's face. Let's give her a round of applause!"

"Clap clap clap," the four people who had been playing cards all day and were exhausted immediately perked up and clapped their hands.

Little Fatty was in much worse shape than them. The kid was so tired from the training that he was pale, disheveled, and his blond hair had become duller, making him look like an Afghan refugee.

He swept aside the little swallow that had been chirping and clinging to his leg, which he hadn't seen for a while, and then rushed to the coffee table, grabbed an apple, and started eating it.

It was a terrible sight, too horrible to look at. The four people playing cards turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight. The girl who had been so energetic before going in was now gone.

Jiang Ziyi patiently waited for Xiao Pang to finish eating an apple before saying insincerely, "Gege, you have indeed worked hard today. You can say that you have made outstanding contributions to China's fight against child trafficking. However, I feel that your current momentum, mental state, and vocal condition are perfectly suited to the mood of this song. Gege, hang in there a little longer, and let's try to finish recording the song in one go."

"Okay, whatever you say," the chubby boy said listlessly and exhausted. He was completely subdued by Jiang Ziyi. This woman was too good at both self-torture and torturing others.

The four of them stopped laughing and joking when they heard Little Fatty's voice. It was just too pitiful. His childish voice sounded like it had been rubbed with a small file, clear yet hoarse. It was similar to when they were kids and realized they hadn't done their homework until the start of school and had to do it for a whole day and night.

"Liu Mei'er, let's go," Jiang Ziyi called to Xiao Pang and Dun Chenyu to get dressed, and the three of them hurriedly went downstairs to the RV.

The three of them went straight to the soundproof room.

“Gege, let’s try to finish it in one go, because you need to get into the mood. The emotions are strongest at the first moment. Don’t be nervous, just sing normally. Don’t mess up your breath, okay?” Jiang Ziyi said softly, “Think of Zhang Xiaoyan, and the millions of children like her who can’t find their parents and are even worse off than her.”

"Yes, I know, Sister Yiyi," Little Fatty tried to relax and remain calm.

“Okay, you can focus on your feelings here. No one will bother you. Your sister Xiaoyu and I are next door. Let me know when you’re done,” Jiang Ziyi said.

"Mm," Little Fatty nodded.