Chapter 169: It’s Impossible to Sing Well

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Let’s go back together. I’ll treat you to dinner.”

“Looking like this? What am I eating, dust? Besides, who knows who’s treating.”

Meng Fan helped move the furniture around and slipped out immediately. He left the cultural center and called a cab, arriving at his apartment eight minutes later.

He called some takeout before taking a shower, so it arrived once he finished.

He ate as he checked his mailbox and chat group, but it was silent.

These dubbing directors surely received several submissions and emails every day, but Meng Fan felt that with his own sense of presence, they should have seen his messages long ago.

And Meng Fan believed that the quality of his submissions should be passable.

This was kind of upsetting for Meng Fan.

In fact, the directors—who Meng Fan submitted to—did see Meng Fan’s submission and had no problem with the quality of his clips. But the problem lies in the fact that Meng Fan’s dubbing clips were all f*cking lead male character roles.

Also, they couldn’t help but admit that the dubbing clips that Meng Fan submitted were suitable for a male lead as well. His tone was charming, emotionally endearing, and deep!

It was just that what kind of male lead roles would go to a nameless guy like Meng Fan; he didn’t even have one legitimate credit!

Big productions aside, several small scale male vocal leads had higher requirements than this. They would at least hire trained voice actors.

After all, top-rated voice actors were not expensive, and the popular and trustworthy ones were not expensive, either.

If Meng Fan casted some clips that weren’t of a male lead’s dubs, the director might have been more tempted and assigned him some less important characters’ roles.

Naturally, Meng Fan didn’t know of the ridiculous yet fascinating mistake he made.

He could dwell in sadness all he wanted, but he wasn’t too anxious. There were still many things to do at hand.

He didn’t run at night nor go on night tours, let alone KTV.

In the last couple of days of grinding [Mic Hog], not only Zhang Zhou Wei and the others were uncomfortable, Meng Fan was quite disgusted with himself as well. Who wouldn’t be after singing a thousand songs in just three days? Plus the people he met while he was leeching songs were all kinds of strange.

He worked on his manga at night and opened his stream.

After gaining 10 million viewers for [Famous Streamer], the next level of reward came 90 million views later for the 100 million mark.

The rewards made Meng Fan’s mouth water, but it was so hard to achieve.

To be honest, Meng Fan was pretty adamant about completing this task, so he didn’t have an interest in streaming these last few days. However, he couldn’t be too lazy about the stream for he still wanted to maintain his connections with his fickle netizens, in addition to completing the rest of the missions and getting their rewards.

Were netizens the only ones that provided experience for [Famous Streamer]?

Of course not.

These fickle netizens were connected to other tasks like the [Collector of Millions]. If it wasn’t for the popularity brought about by the stream, it would be ten times more difficult to complete this task.

Plus the [Professional Manga Artist] task. This task required 100,000 sales of ten published works. If he wanted this level of sales, he had to rely on these netizens.

He had to treat them well!

Thinking of this, Meng Fan suddenly felt the rewards from the [Mic Hog] task were finally of use.

Working on his manga as he streamed at home, Meng Fan didn’t have to remain speechless like he did previously in the studio. He could talk as loud as he wanted at home and even play music along with it.

Meng Fan was definitely not one of those streamers, who after gaining +6 singing skills and +4 voice appeal, would offer to sing joyously for his viewers.

He was very low key.

He worked on his manga and conversed with his viewers, and as they talked, he began to hum along to the music.

It was such a normal thing to do; what drawing streamer wouldn’t hum along to their music once in a while.

“Until the end of life, you’re the one who buys vegetables. You’re the one who cooks and the one who receives the mail. You’re the one who cleans the dishes, takes out the trash, and unclogs the toilet.”

Meng Fan’s voice was not too loud, and he seemed to be very casual as well, but his articulation was clear, and the viewers in the stream heard him word for word. Plus, his emotions were all there since he had been going the emotional route all along.

“Huh? Meng boss is singing?”

“Hahaha, did I misheard the lyrics?”

“F*ck! I didn’t know Meng boss had such a nice singing voice!”

“Jesus f*cking Christ these lyrics sound more and more strange. It makes a manly guy like me want to wash dishes for him!”

“Okay okay, it’s all on me as long as you’re the one with me!”

When the netizens discovered that Meng Fan’s singing sounded good, he stopped singing. Naturally, he began to discuss the ornaments he was drawing. “This Yin spirit in the novel outlined by Mr.Sleepy doesn’t feel suitable for her role as a character in the late Qing dynasty, so I’m gonna alter it a bit. You see, this special style produced in the late Qing Dynasty kind of adds a unique flair to her, doesn’t it? It’s a bit strange, but you have to admit the lines I just drew are very beautiful!”

Interact with the viewers, roast Mr.Sleepy, and boast about himself. Check.

Then he began to hum along to the music halfway through the chatter again. “Because of vocabulary, I will not fall in love. So my English is still at middle school level. Because of vocabulary, I haven’t grown and forgotten everything with two bottles of beer…”

“Wait a minute, can you f*cking stop singing for a moment!”

“These lyrics are too heart wrenching! I’m reminded of my fourth-grade exams!”

“I’m surprised! Meng boss can actually sing so well!”

“Meng boss, can you sing louder!?”

“It’s my first time falling in love with the host’s voice from watching a drawing stream!”

“Meng host’s voice is really pleasant!”

Meng Fan quieted down after singing for a while and talked once again. The netizens were not pleased. Quickly, the phrases “Keep singing” appeared in the live comments.

With such a big commotion, Meng Fan couldn’t ignore the comments. He smiled and said, “To force an art streamer to sing, you guys are taking it overboard! Alright, I’ll sing. But now that you mention it, I don’t know what to sing… Let me sing one for you without music.”

Meng Fan put down his pen, and with a serious expression, he began clearing his throat. He then started to sing. “Don’t wait for a thousand years to pass. Cao Cao said to me, fairytales are all lies. I’m not your monkey bro~ monkey bro. You’re really incredible. Five great mountains cannot suppress you, but a gourd baby jumped out~gourd baby~ seven gourds on one vine. You’re not afraid of the wind or rain, ah~ah, ah ah ah black cat police officer…”

Meng Fan entered a joyous mood as he sang to himself.

“Can you please be more serious!”

“Are you nuts? Hahaha!”

“Can’t you just sing properly?”

Meng Fan paused to look at the live comments and let out a hmph. “You guys are nuts, forcing an art streamer to sing. Don’t you guys have a clue how serious I am?! It’s impossible to be a good singer. I’ll never sing well in this lifetime.”

Meng Fan’s voice faltered. He imitated the voice and accent of Qie Grava, whispering in a raspy tone, “I don’t know how to be a singer, and art is the only thing that can maintain my way of life. Entering the stream is like going home, but the stream feels more at home than my house does. Everyone in the stream is a genius and speaks highly of me. I really like it.”

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