America's Top Player

Chapter 6 Street Coconut Crisps
Two days later, there was only one day left until the signing date agreed with T-ray.

Fearing Davis's retaliation, Li Ang has not been performing at the subway station these days.

Black people's thinking patterns are usually very strange. When walking on the street, they often pull out guns if they disagree with some questions like "What are you looking at?"

What Leon did to Davis was, at best, a stab in the back, and at worst, it was destroying someone's dream, so he stayed in the shared apartment and didn't dare to go out.

In order to make Bonnie complain less, his kidneys have been working overtime these days and he has obviously lost weight.

"WTF Leon, come here quickly and see what this is!" Bonnie was lying on the bed wearing only lace underwear, fiddling with her cell phone and exclaiming repeatedly, as if she had seen something incredible.

"what?"

Leon seemed extremely cautious, fearing that this was a trick used by Bonnie to lure him into another round of battle.

He really couldn't stand it anymore.

Even though he ate canned bacon and other pre-prepared meals every day, and his three high-intensity exercises were more regular than his meals, he could still feel a dull pain in his kidneys.

"Come over and see, you're trending on YouTube!"

"YouTube? Sounds familiar."

Li Ang has not yet mastered the use of smartphones, so naturally he knows nothing about self-media platforms.

Although the concept of Internet celebrity existed in 2004, it did not receive much attention on self-media platforms at that time.

Since March 2010, when YouTube began providing certain films or TV series, and even sports broadcasts, for free, its user base has entered a period of rapid growth.

Bonnie works at the Midnight Club, so it's natural for her to easily receive such cutting-edge news. Whenever she has free time, she lies on the bed with her phone and keeps checking it.

"This is very troublesome to explain to you, anyway, come over and take a look!"

After confirming again and again that this was not a trap, Leon took the iPhone 3GS from Bonnie suspiciously.

The video playing on the phone was of Li Ang playing and singing "Take Me to Church" in a dim subway station.

The title is even more outrageous - "Coconut Crisps on the Streets of Brownsville".

Judging from the appearance alone, Li Ang's appearance in the video is indeed somewhat similar to the old man Coconut Su portrayed in film and television dramas.

"Who the hell took this photo?"

Li Ang scratched his head and soon came up with a guess.

This must have been uploaded and published online by a bystander that day.

"It's already got 20 hits. It's unbelievable you're going viral!"

"It's popular? Is 20 views a lot?"

Bonnie held Leon's head and kissed him twice on the forehead, then patiently explained everything to him.

In today's Internet environment, it is very impressive for a video to have more than 100,000 hits.

Li Ang was confused, but he roughly understood what was going on.

"What's the point of this? Can clicks be exchanged for money?"

“No,” Bonnie shook her head, “but it means you’re a celebrity in Brownsville now.

"Yes, my roommate is a celebrity!"

Looking at the other party's ecstatic expression, Li Ang expressed his incomprehension. If there is no means to monetize it, the only thing fame can bring to people is trouble.

"You're really going to be famous, Leon! Take off your pants now or I'll reward you handsomely!"

As she spoke, Bonnie tore off the last piece of cloth covering her body and started dancing the electric hip dance in front of Leon.

The high-frequency shaking of the car's taillights made Li Ang feel a chill in his heart. He quickly picked up his acoustic guitar and ran away, rushing to the church to receive today's relief meal.

The lines for food relief were long. As he waited, Li Ang cursed, "Fuck! Over a hundred years ago, farmers still fed slaves fried chicken, but now rotten potatoes and corn are considered food relief."

"You are the street coconut?!" "What?"

Li Ang turned his head and found an old black man staring at him with horror on his face, even his fingers were trembling.

Afterwards, more and more people who were receiving relief meals noticed Li Ang, and they all forgot about their empty stomachs and gathered around him.

"What are you staring at me for?!"

Li Ang couldn't understand why even Homeless in Brownsville knew him, as he was just a little famous on the Internet.
Smartphones are definitely not something these people can afford.

Only for people like Bonnie who work in a special industry, cutting-edge digital products are an indispensable way to show off their "bitchy" side.

These homeless people have probably never even touched a computer, let alone a smartphone.

How did they know about "Street Coconut Crisps"?

Being surrounded by a group of homeless people suddenly made Leon feel a chill down his spine, especially when he saw their eyes glowing like hungry wolves.

This group of people have been in a state of sexual repression for a long time. Not to mention men, at the extreme point, they don't care whether the other person is a human being or not.

"Calm down guys can I ask you what's going on?"

An elderly homeless man pointed dully at the graffiti wall beside him. Li Ang looked in that direction and found that the wall, which was originally covered with gang violence slogans and gun patterns, had been completely renewed.

Now it has become a picture of him holding an acoustic guitar and roaring angrily, and the creator also considerately drew a small glowing circle on his head.

The expressiveness of graffiti is even more shocking than it appears in the video, and there is never a shortage of real artists in the slums.

"It seems what Bonnie said was true. I'm really famous in Brownsville."

Li Ang stared at the giant graffiti in a daze, while the homeless people began to riot collectively.

"Street Coconut Crisp. Can you give me a hug? The four children my ex-wife gave birth to are all from other people."

"Could you please say a prayer for me? I've been struggling with alcohol addiction."

"Can I kiss you?"

It was obvious that these homeless people had been tortured by life and drugs and had hallucinated, and mistakenly replaced Li Ang with the real Coconut Crisp.

Li Ang struggled to break free while cursing, "Fuck you, what are you doing? You damn losers, get out of here! God's call won't wake you up!"

"The only sound you can hear is the whip!"

After a lot of effort, Li Ang finally broke through the siege and cursed the trouble this useless name brought him.

He wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm his nerves but found that the cigarette box was already empty and he had less than $3 left on him.

As an internet celebrity and a singer who is about to release an album, he only has enough money to buy a pair of condoms.

"Yes."

A dirty idea that could make money popped up in Li Ang's head.

Since even the homeless people know him, he has become a "star" to a certain extent in Brownsville.

He returned to the vicinity of the church, took a spare white tablecloth while the volunteers distributing relief meals were not paying attention, and then ran straight to the subway station with his guitar on his back.

After fiddling around in the toilet at the subway station for a while, he reappeared with his gorgeous transformation complete.

He was barefoot and wrapped the white tablecloth around his entire body.

With his wild long hair and messy stubble, he looks like the reincarnation of Coconut Crisp, who bears the suffering of the world when he walks on the street.

Such an eye-catching look was hard not to attract people's attention. When he picked up the guitar and sang "Take Me to Church" at the subway station, he was surrounded by a crowd of people.

When the song reached its climax, the audience's emotions were aroused to the extreme.

While humming along, she couldn't help but throw charming banknotes at Li Ang.

(End of this chapter)