Chapter 9: Story 9 (1/2)
Translator: Du Yiran
Proofreader: Zhu Yuan
Because the male protagonist and the supporting male role are not only big names, but also have a relationship developing between them when they act. Therefore, Director Hou rewrites the script with the writer overnight. They give many scenes which belong to the female protagonist before to the supporting male role.
As a result, the female protagonist who is ignored easily by the audience seems to be more dispensable.
At 7:10 p.m. on October 12, the first episode of The Young General is uploaded on Small Fan. At the same time, the comments of many audiences who only pay attention to appearance of the actors and lick the screen are all over on the web site.
[My God! Bo Yu wears the white grown, looking so handsome. The young general is so tsundere that I can’t hold myself.]
[I’m waiting for Momo in the next episode. I hope the director not arrange a partner to him, otherwise I will send the blade to the director. ╤_╤]
[Why Bo Yu and Mo Anyu choose to act in this kind of web series? I think others’ clothes are just like the used wholesale clothes except the male protagonist. The crew shouldn’t save money so much even if it is poor!]
[I agree. Others’ clothes are ugly except Bo Yu’s. It is the small-budget web series, so those clothes are so terrible-looking. I feel so disappointed.]
The Young General is on the air in the evening, which has a mixed reputation. Those who pay attention to the appearance of the actors feel surprised, while others who care about the novel in the original feel disappointed.
However, where there are complaints, there is a stir among the audiences. The Young General gets more than one hundred million hits in the first evening, ranking the first of the online search volume of Small Fan. That’s a good result.
Director Hou is very satisfied with the result. The first episode just tells the story background and the main characters, and the wonderful story is still behind.
Bo Yu agrees with him.
However, the good result of the first episode in the first evening makes the crew really cheer up. In the next few days of shooting, the work efficiency is improved and they are off duty earlier.
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The cute butterball giggles, reaches out his hands, grabs little Watermelon’s little ponytail because he is taller than little Watermelon and says, “How ugly your ponytail is, ha-ha.”
Little Watermelon’s ponytail is caught by him, pulling hair hurt. He can’t move a step with red-rimmed eyes.
In the bathroom, there are three children in the large class stopping little Watermelon. The other two are not as fearless as the butterball, and they only stand by and shout as an ass in a lion’s skin. They are afraid to hit little Watermelon.
It is the first time for little Watermelon to be bullied. His eyes are red and he says angrily, “Do not touch my ponytail!”
The butterball is shocked. He becomes angrier because he feels his dignity is challenged in front of the two younger brothers. He rudely hits little Watermelon. “I must seize your ponytail! You aren’t a little girl. Why do you braid your hair? It is so ugly! So ugly!”
Little Watermelon finds that they hang on seizing his ponytail, feeling very angry. He immediately butts the head against the butterball’s belly and shouts with anger, as if to boost his courage.
As a result, little Watermelon is hopelessly outnumbered and suppressed by those three children. His shorts are torn off humiliatingly and he is forced to certify that he who has a ponytail isn’t a girl.
Although little Watermelon has few gender conceptions, he knows that it is bad to be torn off the shorts in public. So, he resists vigorously.
However, his shorts still have been torn off in the end and his cute dick which is the symbol of masculinity is bounced by the butterball.
Little Watermelon covers his dick, squats beside the iron railing in the backyard with the grieve feeling, gets sad tears falling down on the ground and hopes his daddy will appear like a superman.
However, Bo Yu doesn’t appear in front of him like a superman, but Song Shilin stops by here.
Song Shilin just passes by.
He has just done business and come back. At the moment of looking up out of the window, he sees a little boy who is the mini version of Bo Yu squatting beside the iron railing in the backyard with the grieve feeling and staring at the street. His heart jerks all out of a sudden.
“Stop!” Song Shilin says coldly.
Song Shilin thinks maybe he is crazy; otherwise he can’t understand why he is softhearted at the sight of the mini version of Bo Yu crying in the corner.
Little Watermelon wipes his face with the back of the hand and sobs with red and swollen eyes, looking very pitiful.
Darkness comes over his eyes, little Watermelon looks up in the shadow and finds that it’s Song Shilin who stands here, remembering that he once held him in the supermarket, and says, “Hello, uncle.”
Song Shilin closes lips tightly. Because he has never communicated with children before, he doesn’t know how to make little Watermelon comfortable.
“Uncle?”
Song Shilin says, “Why you are here? Where is Bo Yu?”
“Papa goes to work. And I study here.” Little Watermelon lowers the head and his fingers unconsciously stir up.
Song Shilin unblinkingly stares at little Watermelon and leaves without saying a word for a while.
Little Watermelon is frustrated when he sees Song Shilin leaving here, unwillingly comes over to lean on the iron railing and looks around.
Where is the uncle?
However, little Watermelon is taken up in the next second. Before he cries out in alarm, there is the familiar deep male voice coming behind him. “Why are you crying?”
Little Watermelon turns back, holds the neck of Song Shilin with his hand, turns the head into Song’s neck and shakes the head without saying a word.
Song Shilin, who has never been so close to the children, suddenly freezes.
For a while Song Shilin holds the child’s ass in one hand and touches his back in the other hand and says, “You eat something first, and then I will take you to look for Bo Yu.”
Little Watermelon puts the head in the arms of Song Shilin, feeling bashful without saying a word.