I'm A Baller

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

When Wang Yan took over the microphone and stood up, everyone felt as if there was a superstar standing in front of them.

It was as if whoever he loved was his younger brother. It was as if he had stepped onto the stage of ‘SING!CHINA!’ and was about to liven up the entire venue and sweep everyone off their feet.

His ethereal temperament was especially useful when he was in an emotional state. It perfectly brought out the unruliness, debauchery, and unruliness in Wang Yan’s bones, which belonged to a young rock’n’roller.

His character was as overwhelming as a lofty mountain, as if a grandmaster had visited himself!

Xiaomi raised her head in a daze, full of reverence. She asked weakly, “Wang, Young Master Wang, what song are you singing?”

“Exaggerated.”

The young master raised his head and took a deep breath. His expression was cold and stern.

83 points in appearance was already very handsome. More importantly, it was his extraordinary temperament and upright bearing.

In He Xiaolu’s eyes, he was impressive.

In He Meng’s eyes, it made her heart tremble slightly.

In Yu Qiuli’s eyes, it was hot… No, hot tears welled up in her eyes.

The rest of the students held their breath in anticipation — the little transparent Loser Wang had never entered a KTV before. It was obvious that the internet cafe was more practical for him, so no one knew what he was capable of.

He looked so strong!

…

Sorry, you all are thinking too much.

Although the young master had decided to go all out, it was just that he didn’t look nervous. In fact, he’d be a little short of oxygen if he hadn’t taken a breath.

What was the point of imagining so much? You guys are crazy!

…

The accompaniment sounded, and the young master was slightly tipsy. He remembered the original intention of choosing this song.

In a word — it was his favorite song in the past.

The lyrics were written so well that every word and sentence was written in Wang Yan’s heart.

He hummed and sang repeatedly and practiced from time to time, but he never had the chance to sing it out.

Today was the day!

The prelude ended and he began to sing himself.

“If someone asked me, I would tell them, but no one came

I looked forward to it until I felt helpless. I had something to say, but I couldn’t get it loaded

My mood was like a bottle cap waiting to be opened

My mouth was growing moss

The quieter I got among the crowd, the more ignored I became.”

As soon as the first sentence was uttered, everyone let out a “Wow” of exclamation.

It was not an exclamation born from having heard the best singing, the kind of hooligan rasp that brought one to one’s knees, plus the amazing vocals.

But, it was that kind of heavy emotion which brought a greater shock.

Bitterness, helplessness and self-deprecating emotions all enclosed within the tune, like a thick fog drowning people.

In an instant, everyone was empathetic.

This was the only song that Wang Yan could not sing out of tune. It came from thinking over each and every word.

Moreover, Wang Yan had a permanent skill that had never failed to work before — the drunken song of the god in wine!

[Description: Singing to the wine, the geometry of life]

[When you have drunk three parts and are slightly drunk, you can convey your emotions in the song]

What other emotions could be more real than your personal experiences?

Once, I was just a little invisible person who was not valued!

When Wang Yan finished singing the first chorus with a bit of depression, applause immediately rained down like thunder.

The young master did not pay any attention to it. He lowered his eyes slightly and was as calm as a lake.

“That year, I was eighteen. At my alma mater’s dance party, I stood like a lackey

At that time, I swore with tears in my eyes that everyone must see me

There were too many ordinary and ordinary roads in the world

Which house village did you live in

I was neglected too much in Love and Work

My self-esteem had already fallen…”

In the second paragraph, his emotions ran even deeper.

That year, I was eighteen. The school had no prom, but there was a graduation party that happened every couple days.

I drank like a lackey at Liu Weilong’s graduation party. The most memorable scene from that day was when He Meng casually glanced at me before I passed out.

She was probably thinking: boys are really boring?

Or had she not noticed me at all?

When he looked back at that scene, he finally understood that it was all wishful thinking.

Every graduation party, there would be a few boys who passed out. What business was it of theirs?!

Since they weren’t related, why would they worry about you or develop other feelings for you?!

However, at that moment, Wang Yan’s self-esteem was seriously damaged. It was a little laughable when he thought about it, but little boys were really like that.

It was indeed not good to be sensitive and fragile, but putting aside right and wrong, that kind of emotion was real and the memory ran deeply.

That night, Wang Yan had already sworn with tears in his eyes that one day, everyone would have to see him!

The next day, Wang Yonglei called and asked, “Are you going to He Meng’s graduation party?”

Wang Yan rejected flatly, “I’m not going!”

In the following conversation, Loser Wang was filled with anger that he had nowhere to vent. It was fresh in the memory of the current God Wang.

“Huh? Really? That’s the great beauty He! You should get a look every chance you can get! What were you thinking?”

“We’re from completely two different worlds. Why would I go there for?”

Do you understand?!

Why would I go there for?!

Like a clown, he had been teased by those guys with their overwhelming sense of superiority, just so he could suck up to them and say a few words to He Meng, then return home with the fragrance of her body to fantasize?!

Gu Jiao was a mining city filled with nouveau riche. Every inch of land was worth a fortune, and the commercial center and the scarred village in the city were intertwined. Your family and mine were the epitome of millions of urban peasants, they lived in low-rise shanty towns that couldn’t even see the sun during the day!

In such a materialistic society filled with an impetuous atmosphere, the gap between you and He Meng, your [Classmate Relationship] couldn’t be filled!

When people were poor, it was a mistake to even breathe.

But!

As long as their self-esteem was still there, any mistake could be corrected!

Anger gradually faded, and self-esteem returned to its original place. The following scenes suddenly flashed in Wang Yan’s mind — the envy of classmates, the worship of good friends, the obedience of a goddess, the shock of the second generation, the respect of subordinates…

In the end, all of them turned into a chuckle.

Do you all think that I am still me?

Heh!

The final chorus came to an end. The young master took a deep breath and sucked back all the grievances, incomprehension, extreme, resentment, and anger that he had experienced in the past.

Then, he roared out again in a posture where veins were popping out!

“You can call me pompous, and I won’t be afraid of a few boos

There are some words that I have to say now

Will you watch the performance?

Will it be hysterical enough?

I’ll shower you with tears, I only want you to be surprised

Do I not seem to exist in the past?

I’ll increase the stakes, my veins will also appear

I know, do I exist now? Ha?!”

The last short “Ha” was like a wild wolf that had not slept for a few nights but had finally hunted down a bull with red eyes. It gave the world, society, and fate the most disdainful ridicule!

Tell me, do I still exist now?!

I, Wang Yan, that poor little transparent loser, can you still see me now?!

“Look at me, don’t just look at the ceiling anymore!

I’m not your cup of tea, but you can also drink to your heart’s content, drink, drink!”

In the penultimate sentence, Wang Yan finished in one breath, and sang three consecutive “Drink!” at the top of his voice.

It was not even sung, but roared out. It was sorely off tune, but it was also released with enough satisfaction.

I am very high!

Brother is very high now!

The way you guys look up to me, makes me extremely happy!

The contented Wang was too lazy to sing the last line. He threw the microphone onto the sofa, picked up a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

In his enjoyment, a poem suddenly flashed in Wang Yan’s mind —

Your body and name may be destroyed, but the river that remains flows forever!

The words didn’t fit the situation, but they fit how he was feeling.

Those who once laughed at me and looked down on me will die out sooner or later.

And my reputation will be like the river, lasting for a long time!

From high school until now, it was like a destined reincarnation.

The first half was laughing with tears in it.

The second half was consistent self-improvement.

Die out?

Didn’t you take over from your parents, but aren’t you also useless?

Even if I were to give you the same system, would you be able to achieve what I’m doing now?

What a joke!

To sing in front of all of you about my once insignificant self-esteem, now my pride and ambition, all of this can be cut off in one go!

From now on, I’m just me, the Prince God Wang Yan!

…

[A few more words]

Whether the little details were changed or not, the plot for today was already set out from the first chapter.

This was a complete farewell to his status as a loser. It was a farewell to the past, but also a look into the future.

The Dream Goddess that He Meng represented, and the mountain that Liu Weilong represented, had all been conquered in the end.

Other similar essays might not pay attention to this point, but when I made up my mind, I had already considered reconciling with the past when I reached a certain stage of growth.

I’d be too undecided and soft-hearted to carry on with future chapters if this step hadn’t been completed.

Back to the previous question: Why did so many people feel that He Meng was poisonous? Did she do anything wrong?

Actually, she didn’t. It was just that the reality at that time was too harsh and painful.

In my opening remarks, I wrote, “May my readers never be trapped by poverty.”

In my first chapter, I wrote, “When one is poor, it’s a mistake to even breathe.”

This is reality, but it is not a reason to be negative.

So I wrote, at the 1.6 million words mark, that “As long as your self-esteem remains, any mistake can be corrected.”

Continuous self-improvement like the stubborn growth of weeds, is the different dimensional point of view that a creator should show everyone, and it is a belief that I have held onto until now.

With this, I salute all of you.

Lastly, there’s the surprise. But what about the tickets?