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Chapter 115 Days of Dominating the Charts, Domestic Violence Against Sisi

May 10th, 9:00 AM.

In the living room of the villa, Yifei was sitting on the sofa with her legs curled up, holding a large strawberry in both hands and eating it.

Just as Xiang Nan closed his laptop, his phone on the table suddenly vibrated rapidly.

He reached out and answered the phone. A flood of Japanese immediately came through the receiver. Xiang Nan's Japanese wasn't top-notch, but he understood about 70-80% of it, and his eyebrows unconsciously twitched.

After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at Yifei on the sofa.

Xiang Nan walked over and sat down, draping his arm over the back of the sofa, and gently touched the top of her head with his fingertips: "Little Pudding, I have good news."

Yifei suddenly looked up, her eyelashes fluttering, her large, watery eyes fixed on her: "Is it from Japan?"

During this period, she never asked proactively. Like Big Wooden Head, she only asked about her album every five days.

"Hmm." Xiang Nan moved closer to her, his voice lowering. "Sony just said that the album sold over 20 copies in five days, setting a new record for the fastest Chinese female singer in Japan. 'Idol' has been number one for five weeks. Right now, you're all the talk in the Japanese music scene; the media are calling you the 'elf of Chinese music.'"

Yifei's eyes lit up suddenly. After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, she lunged at Xiang Nan, bracing herself on his shoulders and shaking him vigorously. "Really? You big blockhead, really 20? I thought I'd be lucky to get 10."

One hundred thousand words?

Xiang Nan's lips twitched.

Even 100,000 copies is amazing! Jay Chou only sold 80,000 copies in Japan in 2002.

Xiang Nan swayed with Yi Fei's movements, and he raised his hand to gently pat her back.

I thought she would restrain herself, but when I opened my eyes...

Okay, this girl blushed and started playing again.

Footsteps came from the kitchen, and Liu's mother came out carrying fruit. Seeing the two embracing, she deliberately cleared her throat: "How old are you, still acting so immaturely, Qianqian!"

Yifei hurriedly sat up straight, her ears turning red, and unconsciously scratched the back of her head: "Mom, my album made money, I'm so excited!"

Liu's mother placed the fruit on the table and glanced at Xiang Nan: "And you, stop focusing on work all the time. Go out and relax from time to time. Anyway, there's not much filming for 'John Wick' lately."

Xiang Nan nodded, turned to look at Yi Fei, and hooked his fingertip around her back: "There's a baseball game in New York, wanna go? If you do, I'll get someone to buy you tickets."

Yifei's eyes widened, and she immediately nodded, grabbing his hand and shaking it again: "Wherever you go, I'll go!"

Xiang Nan laughed at her shaking him, and reached out to ruffle her hair: "Okay, okay, I'll tell Brother Chuan."

At noon, Xiang Nan and Chen Yaochuan had a brief phone call.

It wasn't about asking Brother Chuan to buy tickets; it was about Xixi's album.

"I Can't Be With You" sold very well, with 200,000 copies sold in Japan, 140,000 in mainland China, and 80,000 in Hong Kong and Taiwan in five days.

To be honest, Xiang Nan never expected that sales of 80,000 units from Hong Kong and Taiwan would reach this level.

Of the album he released five days before Xixi, "Guangdong Love Story" and "Ultimate Skill" were previously released singles and didn't generate much buzz. "Love and Sincerity," a popular classic, was enthusiastically referred to by Guangdong netizens as:

The Song of the Simp.

"Love in the Buff" and "Wedding Invitation Street" by Sissi are hailed as nostalgia killers and must be two of the top ten songs in Hong Kong in 06!

Many Guangdong fans wanted to hear Yifei's live performance, but unfortunately they were destined to be disappointed. At this moment, the two of them...

"Mom, I'm leaving!"

"Come back soon."

At the villa entrance, after having a simple lunch, the two changed into casual clothes.

Yifei wore a white T-shirt and jeans, with her hair tied in a neat high ponytail; Xiang Nan wore a black sports T-shirt and stood tall and straight.

Liu's mother stuffed snacks and water into their bags, gave them a few more instructions, and then watched them leave.

This time, Liu's mother won't follow the two little ones. First, she can't buy tickets, and second, what can she do in the stands of a baseball game? At most, she can kiss their little mouths and touch their legs.

"That's not good either!"

The baseball stadium was a half-hour drive from the villa, and as soon as we arrived at the door, the noise enveloped us.

Fans wearing both teams' jerseys held up cheering signs and shouted encouragement, while vendors hawked their wares, with badges and posters piled high in the air.

Yifei, holding Xiang Nan's hand, looked around, her steps becoming lighter: "Big blockhead, what do you want to eat?"

Tell me, and I'll treat you.

After saying that, she raised her chin, looking like she was saying, "I'm rich."

"Whatever Little Pudding eats, I'll eat."

"Hehe—okay then."

Xiang Nan let her pull him along; whenever she bought something, he would simply take it and dutifully fulfill his function as a storage shelf.

In no time, he had a Swallows baseball cap, a badge, and a poster in his hand.

Just before entering, he took off his hat, put it on her head, adjusted the brim, and tidied the stray hairs on her forehead.

Yifei's ears turned slightly red. She lowered her head and whispered "thank you," then quietly leaned closer to him.

Their seats were in the middle of the stands, with a perfect view.

As soon as they sat down, rousing music filled the stadium, and the players from both teams entered the field one by one, with cheers instantly lifting the roof off.

Yifei stood up and clapped, her eyes sparkling, but she quietly tugged at Xiang Nan's arm.

"Why did that player run? And what did the coach mean by making that gesture?" She kept her voice low, afraid of disturbing the fans next to her.

Xiang Nan tilted his head, his lips almost touching her ear: "That's a base runner. He can run after hitting the ball, and he scores when he reaches home plate. The hand gestures are for passing the play, like which ball to throw and when to run."

His breath brushed against her ear, and Yifei's ear instantly tickled. She subconsciously moved to the side.

The game officially began. The pitcher threw a fastball, and the moment the batter swung, there was a muffled "thud" as the ball flew high and far.

The cheers from the fans were almost deafening. Yifei jumped up and waved her cheering sign, her face flushed red.

"That's amazing!" She grabbed Xiang Nan's hand and shook it vigorously, tiny beads of sweat appearing on the tip of her nose.

Xiang Nan took her hand in his and squeezed it gently: "Don't jump, don't jump, your back will be covered in sweat in a bit."

It's still winter, and if you sweat, you're more likely to catch a cold after you calm down.

The match became increasingly intense, with the score fluctuating back and forth.

Yifei was completely absorbed in the moment, cheering for the score one moment and frowning over the mistake the next, ignoring Xiang Nan's words.

Xiang Nan took out a tissue from his bag, gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then handed her a bottle of water.

During halftime, soothing music began to play.

Yifei leaned back in her chair, a smile still on her lips: "It's much more interesting live than on TV, so exciting!"

Xiang Nan ruffled her hair, opened a bag of snacks and handed it to her: "I'm glad you like it. I'll bring you here often in the future."

Let's grab something to eat; there's still the second half to watch.

Yifei took a bite of her snack, turned to look at him, and her eyes were very serious.

"Do you think we could watch baseball this happily back home?"

Xiang Nan's lips twitched.

Going to watch the game live in China?

Did you know that you've been caught watching NBA games abroad many times?