If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

Amidst everyone's eager anticipation, Jiang Ziyi appeared on stage with her chubby version of "Smiling Face." The chubby singer sang perfectly, his emotions were so intense, yet every note was so accurate. The occasional sob between the lines was heartbreaking.

"Boss, you're really something, you've trained Little Princess, a complete novice, so perfectly." The fandom is like a cult, Little Fatty was exhausted, but Li's fans didn't say a word.

"Keep it low-key," Jiang Ziyi said modestly, "Gege has also made a lot of sacrifices."

"You've sacrificed so much? I'm worried the child will become depressed," Qiao Tianyi said indignantly. He was busy plating and setting the table with the cooked food he had bought. Little Fatty was sleeping, and the cult members were celebrating around the computer. The task of setting the table automatically fell to him.

“Then go and coax her,” Jiang Ziyi said.

"Sister..." After recommending her brother's wife, Qiao Tianyi felt a little embarrassed, as if she was making fun of him.

"Go quickly and call her to eat," Jiang Ziyi said.

Calling her to eat is a small matter, but what if she's in a low mood? She's really not good at comforting children. So Qiao Tianyi braced herself and knocked on the door of Xiao Pang's room.

"Ugh...what's up?" The reluctant voice sounded just like a child being woken up by their mother to go to kindergarten.

"Dinner's ready, Princess. Eat before you go to sleep," Qiao Tianyi called out loudly.

The door opened, revealing a master and servant who seemed to have just woken up from a deep sleep. The dog stretched and yawned, while the master, with disheveled hair, rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, "Brother Tianyi, why are you here so early? It's still dark... Hmm? Brother Wang and Brother Li are here too? Why is there so much food and wine? Are we drinking so early in the morning? What happened?"

Good, no depression, just drowsy from sleep.

Little Fatty looked like he was sleeping soundly, his ponytail askew and his lazy appearance made him less cute but more mature. His sleepy, drowsy eyes had a touch of youthful charm. After Jiang Ziyi's suggestive remarks, Qiao Tianyi suddenly realized that Little Fatty's figure was really good, with his curves so good it was hard to look at.

"Stop, stop, she's still a minor," Qiao Tianyi said, pulling her back. He always held himself to the standards of a gentleman, never looking at anything improper. He looked away and instinctively reached out to ruffle her hair, but suddenly froze. Never touch something improper!

"What are you doing? Standing in front of someone's door like a wooden stake so early in the morning, not saying a word, talking nonsense," Little Fatty said, pouting sleepily. How did the world suddenly become so strange?

Little Fatty's carefree attitude proved that he hadn't changed; what had changed was Qiao Tianyi's heart. Qiao Tianyi felt ashamed. "He treats me like a brother. What was I thinking? How awful!"

Qiao Tianyi shook her head, dispelling the lingering romantic feelings in her heart. Her small hand gently ruffled the chubby little boy's blond hair, and she chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Little thing, are you still half asleep? What kind of morning is this? Have you forgotten that you fell asleep after recording the song?"

"Huh? Hehe, is that how it is?" Little Fatty's mind buzzed for a while, and finally he turned on. Of course, after singing all day, that painful feeling felt like a lifetime ago: "What are they doing? Listening to my songs? Ah, haha, let me hear them!"

Little Fatty perked up, dropped the wooden stake Qiao Tianyi, and ran over to plunge into the crowd: "Play it from the beginning, play it from the beginning, let me hear it!"

Everyone gave Xiaopang's debut work high praise. Jiang Ziyi spent several more days refining the audio, and Qiao Tianyi also worked hard to improve the video under her orders. The siblings worked together to finalize the video at the end of December: "Okay, this is the limit of our abilities. I have no regrets whether we are accepted or not."

"If you don't get accepted, it can only be attributed to unspoken rules," said the chubby boy, who had recently learned a lot about the internet and stories. He pouted.

"Haha, that makes sense. But there are rarely any unspoken rules at the beginning of such charity events. Don't worry, Princess, your song will most likely be accepted," Qiao Tianyi comforted her.

Jiang Ziyi solemnly wrote the lyrics and music: "Willows Swaying," then looked at Little Fatty: "Are you planning to use your real name or a stage name?"

"Can I have my name credited?" the chubby boy asked with a beaming smile.

“Of course we have to! You’re the co-lyricist and lead singer, so if we don’t write the lyrics, we have to write them for you!” Jiang Ziyi said.

"Oh, write me, write me, what should I call me? I definitely can't use my real name, I'm called..." Little Fatty had never thought he would need a stage name, and was a little confused. He pinched his chin and thought of a name that was both majestic and cute.

"OK," Jiang Ziyi said with a swipe of her hand, and several large characters appeared: Gege (Lead Singer: Gege). She saved it with a snap, dragged it to her email, and clicked send, all in one smooth motion.

"Calling me... calling me Gege is fine," the chubby boy said awkwardly.