TPWNDHAYD Chapter 1
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Wu Ming got home from work, put his things down, and eagerly turned on his computer.
Booting up, connecting to the internet, logging into YY, and entering the channel.
There weren’t many people in the channel, just a few blue and green moderators taking turns singing.
He left himself online but idle and went to the kitchen to cook. Based on that person’s off-work time, there was still a while to go.
By the time he sat in front of his computer with a bowl of rice, it was six o’clock. He opened Weibo, clicked on his “Qing Kong” group, and began his daily routine of replying.
T/N: "晴空" (Qíngkōng) is the username "Clear Sky."
The “Qing Kong” group contained only one person—CV Qing Kong.
With hundreds of thousands of fans, he was a certified well-known voice actor for audio dramas.
Wu Ming was just a small fan of Qing Kong—a die-hard fan, someone who loved listening to Qing Kong’s voice, songs, and performances. A fan who was perfectly normal in daily life but whose IQ dropped to negative whenever Qing Kong was involved.
He knew everything about Qing Kong—his favorite food was meat, he hated cabbage, his favorite color was purple, his birthday was on May 1st, his favorite singer was XX, and his biggest dream was to travel the world...
Today, Qing Kong had posted ten Weibo updates.
The first one was posted at 8 a.m.
[Qing Kong: Woke up scared by a nightmare. I wanted to sleep a little longer…]
Wu Ming replied—
[No Name: Pat pat, silly mom. Dreams are the opposite of reality.]
T/N: "傻媽" (Shǎ Mā) literally means "Silly Mom," but it’s a playful or affectionate nickname, often used in online communities to tease someone who acts silly or motherly.
The second post was around 9 a.m.
[Qing Kong: The weather is great today. [Picture]]
Wu Ming replied—
[No Name: I checked the weather forecast for the next few days, and it’s all sunny. [haha]]
The third post was at noon.
[Qing Kong: Retweeted a Weibo post.]
The retweeted post was about the trending debate on whether one should help elderly people who fall.
Wu Ming replied—
[No Name: Of course, we should help them. Everyone gets old someday.]
The fourth post…
Until the tenth one, posted at 5 p.m.
[Qing Kong: Finally off work. I’m starving. What should I eat tonight? Grr…]
Wu Ming replied—
[No Name: Eat meat, of course. But silly mom, be careful not to gain weight.]
After replying to all the posts, he skimmed through what other people had posted that day. Just as he finished eating, he put the leftovers in the fridge and started washing the dishes.
At that moment, a familiar voice came from his computer speakers:
"Hi~ good evening, everyone."
It was Qing Kong. He was back.
Wu Ming quickly finished up and sat in front of the computer, staring intently at the YY screen.
Qing Kong was addicted to Weibo and YY.
According to him, the first thing he did when he turned on his computer was open Weibo, and the second was open YY.
He also had a habit—if he didn’t sing for a while, he’d feel uncomfortable. Every day, he had to sing a bit on YY. And sure enough, he was singing now.
Fans in the channel knew he would come online at this time every day to sing. More and more people joined, the virtual flower gifts flooded in, and fans organized various creative text formations in the mic queue.
Wu Ming’s username was "No Name"—just two simple, ordinary characters. In a sea of long, flashy, eye-catching IDs, it was neither unique nor memorable.
But any username, no matter how plain, would become recognizable if someone was active long enough.
He followed the rhythm of the music, occasionally joining others in spamming the public chat—
"Wow! He went full-on dominant!"
"Silly mom is killing it today!"
"Intellectual silly mom feels so unfamiliar, haha."
"So good! [flowers]"
"Half a song again? Come on!"
Qing Kong cleared his throat and said, “Hehe, I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll sing a high one.”
Immediately, the chat exploded—
"Silly mom, watch out for the pregnant lady next door!"
"What if she goes into labor?!"
"LOL, the neighbor’s pregnant wife is coming to knock on your door!"
[Qing Kong: “I got this. The pregnant lady won’t hear, won’t hear…”]
The instrumental started playing.
The "pregnant lady next door" was an old inside joke in the channel.
Whenever Qing Kong sang high notes or got too into it and started belting, fans would “remind” him that his neighbors might complain. There really had been a pregnant woman living upstairs before, and a few times, Qing Kong had stopped mid-song to tell everyone that she had knocked on his door. Over time, this turned into the running gag of the “pregnant lady next door.”
That woman had given birth a year ago and had even moved out.
In reality, there was no pregnant lady next door.
But the neighbors could hear. The apartment’s soundproofing wasn’t great, though no one ever came knocking.
Wu Ming poured himself a glass of water, turned his speaker volume down low, and perked up his ears to listen to the singing coming from the other side of the wall.
For die-hard fans, getting close to their idol was a dream, right?
He simply liked this person, silently following every little detail.
Wu Ming didn’t just know all of Qing Kong’s preferences—he knew Qing Kong’s real name was Qin Kong, knew he was tall and handsome, knew where he lived, knew where he worked, and even knew what he wore each day...
Not because he was a stalker.
He just happened to live across the hall.
Their apartments were directly opposite each other. Qing Kong’s bedroom and Wu Ming’s bedroom were separated by just one wall. A wall that wasn’t very soundproof.
Sometimes, when taking out the trash at night, they’d run into each other, exchange nods, and chat for a moment. When traveling, Wu Ming would bring back local specialties and share some with his neighbor.
He would reply to every single one of Qing Kong’s Weibo posts. He would listen to every song Qing Kong sang. He would wait in Qing Kong’s channel every night. He would listen to every audio drama Qing Kong voiced and write long reviews under the posts.
But he would never knock on the door and say:
"Hi, silly mom Qing Kong. I’m your die-harqd fan."
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