TPWNDHAYD Chapter 5

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The last person to ask a question was also a girl. Out of so many people, only twenty were chosen to come up, yet not a single male.

But that was to be expected. In the voice acting fandom, the fans of Silly Mom were ninety-nine percent girls.

Perhaps after a long time of mental preparation, the girl expressed her admiration for Qing Kong and then slowly said, “Based on what I just saw on the public chat, I’ll ask a question on behalf of the crowd—Silly Mom Qing Kong, what is your criteria for choosing a partner?”

Wu Ming’s heart skipped a beat when he heard that. Criteria for choosing a partner?

Qing Kong tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said, “I’ve never really considered this question before, so it’s hard to explain on the spot…”

He paused for a moment before continuing, “I think they should be understanding and a bit gentle… Hmm, but honestly, this kind of thing isn’t set in stone. Maybe I’ll just like someone when I meet them.”

The fans in the channel got excited, flooding the chat with messages about introducing Silly Mom to potential partners.

At this moment, Qing Ming interjected, “And they must be male.”

Everyone burst into laughter. Qing Kong said, “Of course! Didn’t everyone already know that?”

Some girls were probably heartbroken, while others felt a bit disappointed. However, Qing Kong had made his orientation clear long ago, and the lack of straight men in the voice acting fandom wasn’t a new problem. So, in the end, everyone simply sent their blessings—

   [Happy birthday, Silly Mom Qing Kong! Hurry up and find a gentle and understanding little shou!]

No one knew who sent the message first, but within moments, the entire screen was flooded with it.

Qing Kong felt sweet inside. Having such a group of fans who, despite being a bit rowdy at times, were also understanding and warm was such a blessing. He felt like he was drowning in a jar of honey, floating in happiness.

He chuckled, “Thank you all! A fortune teller said my Red Luan Star is moving this year, so I’ll definitely meet my destined person.”

“Come on, I’ll sing a song for everyone.” The accompaniment music started playing.

Wu Ming pouted. “If Silly Mom finds a little shou, he won’t be able to sing for us every day, and he’ll have less time for voice acting…”

He sighed, hugging his teacup.

After that, the other CVs also got on the mic to sing and celebrate together.

Qing Kong was incredibly grateful to have so many people accompanying him for his birthday. Suddenly, as he sang, he choked up and said, “When I was being attacked, I felt really upset. I even thought about quitting at one point. I didn’t do anything wrong, but there were still people who disliked me. But then I thought about how many people still like and support me, and I realized I could get through anything. No matter what, thank you all for giving me strength.”

The fans rarely saw Qing Kong being so emotional. He usually acted indifferent, but it turned out that the negativity had affected him after all.

Everyone quickly sent words of comfort, flooding the chat with messages.

Wu Ming sniffled and whispered to himself, words only he could hear: “I will always like you.”

His eyes felt slightly wet as he typed in the chat—

   [No Name: Strength is mutual. Thank you for giving me strength too.]

Qing Kong saw the message and said, “No Name put it really well—strength is mutual. Hehe, this really touched my heart. No Name, I’ll send you a postcard.”

Wu Ming was stunned. A postcard?

Everyone expressed their envy, spamming the chat with messages like “I want one too!”

Qing Kong laughed. “I recognize No Name—she often leaves comments under my Weibo posts. That’s why I’m sending her one. No rush, everyone will have a chance in the future.”

Was his ID really that recognizable? Wu Ming hesitated. He really wanted the postcard, but…

The moderator pulled No Name up to the mic and asked the "girl" to say a few words.

The little green mic indicator lit up—no sound.

“Huh? Mic issues?” Qing Kong asked. “Try switching to push-to-talk.”

Wu Ming opened his mouth but still didn’t make a sound.

A few other girls earlier had also been unable to speak and had just changed their IDs to show their requests.

Qing Kong said, “Since that’s the case, just send your address to the moderator later. I’ll have to regretfully remove you from the mic queue—”

“Happy birthday!”

Wu Ming, realizing he was about to be taken off the mic, blurted out the words in a panic, then quickly turned off his mic.

He lowered his head, covering his face with his hands. His entire face turned red, his heart pounding wildly.

Qing Kong, surprised by the sudden birthday wish, froze. “...Huh? Who just spoke?”

The fans in the channel were all =口=. If they weren’t mistaken, wasn't No Name a girl?

The moderator who had pulled him up cleared his throat awkwardly, seemingly also in shock. “Uh, that was No Name speaking… I didn’t expect No Name to be a guy!”

Qing Kong felt a little embarrassed. He had just called him a girl, so he quickly apologized, “Oh, oh, No Name gu— no, I didn’t mean it like that. So No Name is actually a guy? Pfft!”

The entire channel exploded with laughter, spamming “HAHAHAHAHAHA” in the chat.

“Stop laughing! I’m apologizing! I’m really sorry, okay?” Qing Kong straightened up and said seriously, “But still, thank you for your blessing!”

Wu Ming’s face was still burning, his heart slowly calming down. He thought to himself—he had actually spoken so boldly! Luckily, it was just four words, so it wouldn’t be easy for Qing Kong to recognize his voice.

It made sense for Qing Kong to assume he was a girl. After all, most of his fans were. It must have been quite a surprise for everyone when a guy suddenly spoke up.

Having a male fan join in was just a small interlude. Qing Kong was in an exceptionally good mood today, and in high spirits, he sang a few more high-pitched songs.

And so, the usual inside joke in the channel resurfaced, with everyone spamming—

“It’s getting late! The pregnant lady next door is about to come knocking!”

Qing Kong huffed, “I’m singing for you, and you’re still complaining!”

Meanwhile, the so-called “pregnant lady next door”—Wu Ming—was twisting himself into knots inside. He was struggling over the postcard issue.

To say he didn’t want it would be a lie. After being neighbors with Qin Kong for so long, they were somewhere between acquaintances and friends, friendly but not close. There was no way he could casually “get” a signed postcard from Qin Kong himself, right? And besides, it was signed by Qing Kong, not Qin Kong.

He couldn’t just knock on his door and say, “Hey, Silly Mom Qing Kong, just hand me the postcard directly!”

Listening to the singing coming from the other side of the wall, he took a deep breath and sent his address to the moderator.

Choosing an address took a long time.

Sending it to his house was obviously impossible—that thought didn’t even dare to cross his mind.

Sending it to his workplace was also out of the question—Qin Kong more or less knew where he worked.

In the end, he gave them a coworker’s address.

Wu Ming pouted, thinking: I won’t get to receive the signed postcard firsthand, and I’ll even have to explain it to my coworker. So frustrating.

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