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Chapter 053 Sending My Blessings

"Happy birthday! May your special day be filled with a radiant smile..."

To be fair, Yang Du's two lifetimes combined didn't even qualify him as a top-tier figure in the community.

He usually prefers to stay behind the scenes and quietly make music.

But as the saying goes, people don't mind getting tired when they're doing bad things; they have plenty of energy and means.

For example, right now.

Yang Du, a music producer, not only picked up the microphone, but also sang loudly in front of a group of people.

Liu Ji, who had been beaming with excitement, turned serious as the intro began and said to Zhou Feng, "Good bro, you're the star of the night. This song has the prestige of a chart-topping producer!"

However, when Yang Du actually started singing, and when dozens of tables of guests in the lobby and hundreds of curious, surprised, or excited eyes focused on him, Liu Ji froze, his smile instantly freezing.

He silently shifted his position back in his seat, then subtly moved the chair he was sitting on ten centimeters to the right...

He only breathed a sigh of relief when he felt he had completely escaped the physical center of social death.

The governor's move was... perhaps... probably... indeed a little bit awkward!

Unlike Liu Ji, who was eager to distance himself from the situation, Zhao Yiren adapted well to the current circumstances.

This naturally eye-catching guy took a light-up sign that flashed the words "Happy Birthday" from the waiter, stood behind Zhou Feng, and waved it from side to side above his head.

While waving and shouting "Oh oh oh!", they yelled, "Mr. Zhou, smile! Happy birthday! Let's all have a blast!"

The most amazing thing was the staff of "Lao Yi Lao" (a restaurant chain). Despite having no rehearsal or training, they spontaneously formed a semi-circle around the booths, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces, clapping or shaking their clapping devices.

Say goodbye to all your troubles, and hi hi to all your happiness...

"Happy birthday, my dearest! May every day be wonderful..."

As the song entered its chorus, the atmosphere in the entire hall was ignited.

At first, the surrounding diners thought it was some kind of birthday prank by a customer, but they never expected it to be a song they had never heard before.

You know what, this song is actually quite nice.

The melody is simple and upbeat, the lyrics are straightforward and easy to understand, carrying a pure warmth and joy, and overflowing with sunshine and vitality.

Especially the line "Say bye bye to all your troubles, and hi hi to all your happiness," has a kind of brainwashing magic. Even though you've only heard it once, you can already hum along. Isn't that amazing?

However, people's joys and sorrows are not shared.

At this moment, Zhou Feng, the absolute protagonist surrounded by everyone in the center, was completely numb.

Numbness spread from my head to my toes.

If he could turn back time, he would never have agreed to Yang Du's suggestion to book the most secluded and soundproof private room.

When he streams himself playing games, he is indeed eloquent and full of witty remarks, but that's online.

However, things are different in real life.

Being stared at by hundreds of people, and wearing a silly birthday crown on his head, Zhou Feng felt his blood freeze.

What does it feel like to be socially dead?

Zhou Feng is difficult to describe.

But if you ask him now, it's probably like being stripped naked in the middle of a busy street in Wangfujing in winter, desperately trying to cover his naked body with his hands in the biting north wind, and in a moment of panic, not knowing whether to cover his upper body to keep warm or his lower body to cover his shame.

In short, the person involved is now filled with regret, deep regret.

To hide his awkwardness and embarrassment, Zhou Feng stiffly reached out, picked up the glass of plum juice in front of him, and only when he brought it to his lips did he realize that the drink in the glass had been drunk up sometime earlier.

"Pfft..."

Zhou Feng heard Liu Ji's barely suppressed laughter coming from beside him.

He glared at the other person fiercely, his eyes sending a warning: You just wait!

Then, like a robot, he slowly and stiffly put down the empty cup.

There was no gap to squeeze through on the ground, and he had already dug a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment out of his toes. Zhou Feng's eyes wandered helplessly in the air for a long time before finally fixing on the bubbling hot pot in front of him.

This hot pot is truly a yin-yang hot pot!

On the left is a bright red hot pot of spicy beef tallow, with dried chilies and Sichuan peppercorns swirling and dancing in the boiling red oil, creating a vibrant and unrestrained atmosphere.

On the right is a milky white mushroom soup, with a few goji berries and red dates floating on top, peaceful and serene.

Zhou Feng stared at the hot pot with two broths, his mind wandering: "If I jump headfirst into the spicy broth, how many minutes will it take for it to cook through? And if I jump into the clear broth, will it be too bland?"

When Yang Du began singing the second verse, a chubby little boy who looked to be only five or six years old, wearing overalls, was drawn to this joyful scene.

He shook off his mother's hand and ran over with his short legs.

The little boy showed none of the concerns adults have about social distancing. He stood next to the waiter, tilted his chubby little face up, looked at Zhou Feng curiously, and even started clapping along with the waiter.

Behind a pillar not far away, the little boy's mother was sweating profusely with anxiety.

The mother was clearly socially anxious. She wanted to rush over and pull her son back, but when she saw hundreds of eyes on her, she was extremely embarrassed and desperately leaned out halfway to wave to the little boy.

My little darling, come back soon!

However, the little boy was completely absorbed in the joy of celebrating someone else's birthday and paid no attention to his elderly mother's calls.

He even swayed his hips to the melody, busy giving the most sincere birthday wishes to a complete stranger.

Amidst the laughter and uproar of the surrounding diners, Yang Du finally finished singing a complete "Birthday Blessing Song".

Happy birthday, big brother!

The little boy's sweet, childlike blessing drew even more enthusiastic laughter from the surrounding diners.

Zhou Feng forced a smile and patted the little boy's head: "Thank you... thank you, little friend."

After saying that, he quickly picked up a knife, cut a piece off the cake, and handed it to the little boy: "Here, this is for you."

"Thank you, brother!"

The little boy happily accepted the cake, then ran contentedly towards his mother, who was so embarrassed she was practically melting away.

As the song ended, the gazes in the hall gradually dispersed, and everyone returned to their usual state of eating, chatting, and occasionally bursting into laughter.

Zhou Feng, like a fish that had been exposed to the scorching sun for three days and finally returned to the water, slumped in his seat and let out a long breath.

Finally... I'm alive again.

Then, he suddenly sprang up from his seat, grabbed Yang Du by the neck, and gritted his teeth: "Commander, I'll fight you to the death tonight!"

Yang Du was overjoyed, but still patted Zhou Feng's arm cooperatively: "Let go... let go... cough cough, I can't take it anymore..."

"I've never been so horrified in my past life, this life, or even my next life combined. You owe me back my innocence!" Zhou Feng was filled with grief and indignation.

"Young Master Zhou, calm down. I've ordered a high-end gaming mechanical keyboard for you, and it should be at the Orange Garden temporary storage point by now."

Zhou Feng quickly released his arm and took the opportunity to straighten Yang Du's collar, which had been disheveled.

After thinking for a moment, he patted Yang Du's shoulder twice and said, "You rascal, at least you still have some conscience."