"Forget it, let them start themselves! I just want them to leave their songs behind," Xing Baohua said.

"The cassette tape should have a name on it too!" Grandpa Li continued.

“I’m not familiar with their names. Could you please do me the trouble and think of one for me?” Xing Baohua said.

"I'll pass on it. You can ask them what they think when they come out later," Grandpa Li said with a smile.

“Okay!” Xing Baohua nodded in agreement.

The two girls singing in the studio were singing earnestly and seriously. They even clenched their fists and put all their strength into it.

This song seemed to ignite their passion and inspire their fighting spirit.

A battle song burning with iron will and fighting spirit, and also a song of freedom brought by a resilient rose amidst thorns.

The singing style has a touch of tragic grandeur. Perhaps due to age, it lacks a bit of polish, but the effect is already achieved, easily evoking a sense of resonance.

The explosive power in their voices complemented each other, singing out resilience and fighting spirit.

The sound engineer kept giving both of them thumbs-up, indicating that they sang very well, exceptionally well.

After singing it several times, the song was recorded perfectly. Then, it was combined with the accompaniment track, and the master tape was produced.

You can go back and record it on a CD or cassette.

We'll continue with the next song tomorrow.

We went home early today and ate dinner at the guesthouse restaurant. When no one was looking, Xing Baohua mouthed to Jiwa and Daliya that they should come over after 11 o'clock.

The drinking buddies that last until midnight will continue.

However, Xing Baohua forgot one thing: the two of them should have used razors before the friendship gathering!

But as they drank, those two started to feel the effects, even worse than yesterday!

Xing Baohua picked up the bottle and checked the alcohol content. It was indeed 48 degrees.

Did I buy counterfeit alcohol?

I've only ever heard of adding water, never alcohol.

This time, the two of them stopped making a fuss and just lay in bed talking nonsense, which was unintelligible.

Xing Baohua painstakingly carried one of them into the bathhouse to act as a butcher, butchering their fur.

The hot water makes it a little bit hot, but it makes it easier to scrape.

I painstakingly cleaned them up. I especially shaved their legs, making them incredibly smooth. I even applied soap twice more, and they felt quite slippery to the touch.

Taking advantage of the two soft shrimp, Xing Baohua began to assert his power.

Tonight's late-night snack is to prepare hot dogs in different ways.

When I was panting heavily from exhaustion, these two Russians bullied me, focusing their attacks on the second half of the game.

I guess sweating a lot during warm-up exercises can help sober you up?

We can't let them cause any more trouble.

White salad dressing is running low; at this rate, it'll be ketchup. That could be fatal!

Xing Baohua's face turned pale.

When he saw the two off, Xing Baohua didn't want to lean on the wall, but unfortunately his legs were too weak, and he became a soft-legged shrimp.

"I need to find a way to make up for it! Once or twice is fine, but who can stand three or five times a night! How did those people train to do it seven or ten times a night?" Xing Baohua thought to himself as he lay on the bed, feeling utterly defeated.

When Xing Baohua was woken up again by knocking on the door in the morning, she really didn't want to get up. She hadn't recovered her strength and was feeling listless.

Actually, it was mostly just a facade. Her steps were unsteady as she opened the door, leaning against the wall. She heard Zou Wenjuan say, "You're like an alarm clock to me every day. Did you drink last night? Look at yourself! What a mess you've become!"

Too exhausted to argue, she slammed the door shut in anger when Zou Wenjuan spoke again. She washed up and changed her clothes before going out to have breakfast with Zou Wenjuan.

"Stop, don't say anything, let me have some peace and quiet." Xing Baohua was annoyed and couldn't stand Zou Wenjuan's nagging any longer.

When Xing Baohua saw the other two female table tennis players greeting him, he almost cried. How could the difference be so big?

He looks so energetic, could he be practicing some kind of "Yang-absorbing technique"?

Or is there some special method to extract one's own yang energy?

While recording a song at noon, I called up my friends and we went to the Muslim Quarter for some barbecue skewers.

As soon as I sat down, I ordered five large kidneys.

Grandpa Li was dumbfounded.

He wondered what was wrong with the child, eating so many kidneys, wasn't he afraid of getting a sore throat? Seeing the girls around him, Grandpa Li stopped thinking about it.

Xing Baohua ordered both red and white lamb skewers, as the meat skewers arrived quickly. They ate first, but Xing Baohua didn't have much of an appetite.

We're mainly waiting for the kidneys.

When the kidneys arrived, Zou Wenjuan pointed at the white kidneys and asked, "What's this?"

"kidney."

"Sheep kidneys?"

"No! The red one is it?" Xing Baohua said, pointing to the red waist.

"Then what is that white thing called a waist?"

"Can you not ask? Just eat your grilled meat." Xing Baohua said, picking up the pork kidneys and taking a big bite. The taste was good, but a bit fishy and gamey. A few more would get a bit greasy. He divided the remaining two skewers between Teacher Li and Wang Weibao.

“I don’t eat this stuff,” said Grandpa Li, waving his hand.

“You’re getting on in years, you need to take care of yourself,” Xing Baohua said.

“I’m perfectly healthy. You should eat more!” Grandpa Li handed the kidneys to Xing Baohua.

"Give it to me! I want to try some too." Zou Wenjuan reached out and snatched it.

Xing Baohua said irritably, "Try an egg."

“That makes sense, wasn’t she just eating an egg?” Grandpa Li added.

Wang Weibao burst out laughing. His shoulders twitched.