Chapter 2: I really envy you for being my dad!

"Swallow------"

Baisu swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She felt extremely thirsty, and the bearded warden had not offered her a cup of tea just now.

"I'm not sick," Baisu said. She now understood that the young man in front of her was different from other young people.

The young people she had known before were naive, immature, and easily tempted and deceived. When she asked them if they wanted to become superstars, they would nod excitedly and some would even be so flustered that they couldn't speak clearly.

Tang Chong was more cautious.

"Did you think what I said just now was a fairy tale? Did you think I was lying to you?" Baisu changed her approach in the conversation.

"Yes," Tang Chong said frankly. He walked to his desk and sat down, saying, "But none of that matters. I don't want to be a star, and I don't want to be adored by others."

Baisu was momentarily speechless. This guy refused too quickly and too straightforwardly, which she found hard to accept.

Young people nowadays-----are there still people who don't want to become stars? If that were the case, why would "The Voice of China" be so popular?

"Do you know Tang Xin?" Baisu stared into Tang Chong's eyes and asked.

Tang Chong sat up straight, smiled warmly at Baisu, and said, "Do you know her?"

For some reason, seeing his smile, Baisu didn't feel relaxed; instead, she felt very tense. It was as if a monster was hiding behind her, and as soon as she turned around, it would make a face at her.

"Yes," Baisu said. "And we are very close. This time I came to find you because of Tang Xin's matter."

"Oh. I'm not close to her," Tang Chong said.

"Tang Chong," Baisu was angry. "Tang Xin is your sister. Your twin sister. She is in trouble and needs your help."

Tang Chong grinned, showing a row of neat white teeth, and said, "I've already told you, I don't know her."

"I know you hate her. You hate her and your mother for abandoning you, and you hate her for never coming to see you-----" Baisu said loudly.

She rummaged through the bookshelf in the corner of the room, found some discs and posters, and threw them on Tang Chong's desk, saying loudly, "You know her. Not only do you know her, but you also care about her. Otherwise, how could you have her discs and posters?"

Tang Chong fell silent.

After a long time, Tang Chong asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with her?"

"There's something wrong with her heart."

"I'm not a doctor," Tang Chong said.

"You don't have to save her. The company has already sent her to the UK for surgery." Baisu said.

"What do you really want to say?" Tang Chong frowned.

"Do you know about Tang Xin's situation?"

Tang Chong squinted his eyes again, showing his trademark smile, and said, "Isn't she just a star?"

"That's right. Tang Xin is a star. She is the lead singer of the Butterfly group."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You have all of Tang Xin's albums, so you should know that the Butterfly group is a female group that has emerged in the past two years, with very good development momentum. We have reason to believe that it will become a top-tier group in the future. However, Tang Xin's heart problem has put the Butterfly group at risk of disbanding-----which is something the company and your sister don't want to see."

"Then what?" Tang Chong suddenly felt a sense of danger approaching.

Baisu looked at Tang Chong with a serious expression and said slowly, "You----be----her----stand-in."

"------"

Tang Chong opened his mouth wide. Could there be anything more crazy than this?

"Are you joking?" Tang Chong said.

"I don't have the time or interest to joke about the health of someone I care about," Baisu said.

"You just said-----Butterfly is a female group?"

"Yes."

"But I'm a man." Tang Chong was flustered.

He spread his legs and said, "Don't believe me? Feel it."

Baisu didn't touch him.

"I know you're a man. Tang Xin has a neutral style, and we can easily transform you into the same style-----most importantly, you are twins. Without physical contact, no one will discover this secret."

Baisu leaned on the table, her full, soft chest also presented in front of Tang Chong, a tempting sight.

She lifted Tang Chong's chin with one finger, scrutinizing his delicate, woman-like face as if a rogue was teasing an innocent girl, and praised, "You really look alike. I thought so from the photos, but now seeing you in person, it's even more similar-----Tang Chong, it's you."

No matter what the reason, Tang Chong, a seven-foot-tall man, was unwilling to mix with a group of women and stand on a stage under the spotlight.

"I can't sing."

"You don't need to sing."

"My voice is deep."

"You don't need to speak; the other members can do it for you."

"I have an Adam's apple."

"We can cover it with accessories."

A flash of inspiration came to Tang Chong's mind, and he pointed to his flat chest, saying, "I don't have breasts."

"Neither does your sister," Baisu said.

"------"

Tang Chong was afraid of being 'fake,' but he was even more afraid of being 'effeminate.'

A man dressing up as a woman is a cross-dresser.

This behavior is something that a tough, manly man cannot tolerate.

"I really want to help, but I can't do this," Tang Chong said. "I think you should find other ways to solve this problem. If this impersonation is exposed, it will damage the Butterfly group's image even more."

"You haven't done it, how do you know you can't do it well?" Baisu refused to give up, persistently persuading him. "Besides, it's just temporary. Once Tang Xin's surgery is over, your mission will be over. At that time, Tang Xin is Tang Xin, and you are you, with no further interaction."

"------" Tang Chong didn't respond.

"Tang Xin is the leader of the Butterfly group. Bringing the Butterfly group to a broader stage, standing at a higher position, even winning a Grammy, is Tang Xin's dream, her wish-----we can announce to the media that Tang Xin is seriously ill and find a new person to replace her position. But when Tang Xin returns, will the Butterfly group still be the same Butterfly group?"

Tang Chong still shook his head and said, "I'm a student. I've been admitted to Nanjing University, and I'm starting in half a month. I need to study, and I probably won't have time to help you."

"Tang Xin also studied at Nanjing University," Baisu sighed softly.

Then, she looked at Tang Chong and said, "Don't worry. It won't affect your studies. The university curriculum is very relaxed, and we will only ask you to participate in activities. Once Tang Xin returns, your job will be over. It won't take too long."

"What if she doesn't come back?" Tang Chong asked.

Baisu looked at Tang Chong and said, "Is that what you hope for?"

Tang Chong smiled bitterly.

If that was what he hoped for, why would he have to get into Nanjing University?

"I still can't agree to it," Tang Chong refused. "I have my own life. I don't want to replace anyone."

"Tang Chong," Baisu called out, drawing out the syllables. She hoped Tang Chong would reconsider.

"I've already given you my answer," Tang Chong said. He picked up a brush and said, "Sorry. I need to practice my calligraphy."

The door to the room was pushed open, and the bearded man walked in with a gloomy face.

Of course, because of the thick beard on his face, he always looked like this, no matter when you saw him.

He looked at Baisu and said, "Come to pick him up tomorrow."

"Ah?" Baisu looked at the bearded man in surprise. Didn't Tang Chong say he wouldn't agree?

"He will agree," the bearded man said.

"Okay, okay," Baisu thanked him repeatedly. "I'll come to pick him up tomorrow. You two have a good talk, I'll go back first."

After saying that, Baisu left with a joyful expression.

The bearded man pulled a chair and sat in front of Tang Chong, saying, "Go."

"Why?"

"She's your sister."

"We've never met."

"She's still your sister."

"They left for so many years without ever coming to see us-----"

"She's still your sister," the bearded man said.

He looked at the discs and posters on the table and said, "I know you care about her. You bought all her discs, collected posters related to her, and you know she went to Nanjing University, and you also got into Nanjing University-----she's in trouble now, go help her."

No wonder Baisu could find the discs and posters he had hidden. It turned out the bearded man had already tipped her off.

Tang Chong looked at his father, the bearded man, and said unhappily, "Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere and let us talk it out ourselves?"

"I won't participate in the discussion," the bearded man said. "I only participate in the result."

"------"

"I really envy you for being my dad," Tang Chong said. If it were anyone else, he would have punched them long ago.

The bearded man grinned.

Although the thick beard covered most of his face, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed his current mood.

"That's the proudest thing in my life," the bearded man looked at Tang Chong, his face and heart full of pride.

PS: After a good night's sleep, I have nearly 3,000 followers, over 3,000 red tickets, and the RMB rewards I will receive from the guards have already reached 15,000. Can the Guard Corps be any more awesome?

Also, thank you to the demons, Mars fans, and the Rubik's Cube for their strong support. Thank you so much!

My QT room is open! Liu Xia Hui official QT room number [9266]

<a href="