My American magical life
Chapter 47 - 47 47 Did I do the right thing by saying I'm Japanese

47: Chapter 47 Did I do the right thing by saying I’m Japanese?

47: Chapter 47 Did I do the right thing by saying I’m Japanese?

Heimei was actually really worried about Cheng Daqi.

For the first time, she experienced the feeling of fear and anxiety about loss.

Cheng Daqi’s departure was just like her father’s back in the day, mid-meal, receiving a message, he walked away without looking back.

No phone calls answered, no messages replied to, no one knew where he went.

She waited for her father for so long, so long that her half-brother from a different father was born, so long that she left that house which never felt like hers.

Since becoming homeless, Cheng Daqi had been the best neighbor she had ever met, and she truly regarded Cheng Daqi as a friend.

So, Sani worried, worried that Cheng Daqi would leave and never return.

Finally, after a long wait, Cheng Daqi finally replied to Sani’s message.

“Already on the bus, will be home soon.”

Home.

Sani glanced at their tents leaning on each other, one brown, one blue, pitifully standing deep in the park’s woods.

Does a homeless person’s tent count as a home?

The black girl didn’t quite understand what home meant, hers had been gone a long time ago.

But Cheng Daqi’s words brought a strange feeling to her heart.

If this was home, that wouldn’t be too bad.

Her Asian neighbor, despite being ugly (a matter of different aesthetics) and frail (compared to her sturdy brothers) and just as poor and needy, was the best neighbor she had ever had.

The black girl’s reverie did not last long, as she thought of the beautiful Lisa who left comments on Cheng Daqi’s social media posts, making her feel insecure.

“What are you thinking?”

Cheng Daqi, holding two bottles of water he had snagged from Eris, plopped down beside Heimei.

Never do a job for nothing, right?

Eris was doing so well in business, he surely wouldn’t mind him swiping two bottles of water.

Cheng Daqi too was shocked by America’s sweet water, living in America, his craving for pure water would never be cured.

“Thinking about nothing, are you hungry?

You left after eating only a little earlier, I still have some bread that I got today.”

Sani, the little angel, didn’t want to dwell too much on sad things, her life was very simple.

Begging, drinking water, sleeping, playing with her phone, that was all.

She didn’t want to complicate her life, didn’t want to add trouble to herself over something strange.

“No, I still have to edit videos.

Send me the footage you took for me, I’ll see if there’s anything usable.”

He could never shoot enough on his own, so Cheng Daqi had Sani help him take some videos and photos as editing material.

Sani took more photos today than she had in her entire life, and the transmission was slow.

As she sent them, she asked Cheng Daqi.

“Okay, sent.

But I still don’t get it, why would anyone like watching your videos of being a homeless person in America?”

Puzzled, Cheng Daqi paused his current action, then explained with a wry smile.

“Sani, you don’t understand how powerful America’s propaganda and public opinion are, how tirelessly American media brainwashes and promotes the greatness of America.

Many people in our country have never been to America, don’t understand how low American media can go, and they believe whatever they see promoted.

Their own lives may not be satisfactory, so they pin their hopes on an America that’s been glorified by propaganda.

You probably know what the real America looks like, but they don’t.

So, not only do people watch my videos, but there are also a lot of them.”

“America is great?

Hahaha, are you telling me a joke, Chan?”

The black girl’s sarcasm was forceful, simple yet striking at the core.

A true blue American, when criticizing his own nation, is just this unequivocal and unhesitant.

Sani felt from her toes to her hair, from every single pore of her body, that there wasn’t anything great about America.

“If America is great, then hell could be considered great too—that’s my view.

Your country is so weird, it actually has so many fools.”

Sani was a just little Angel, cursing not only her own crap country but also the fools who think it’s any good.

Cheng Daqi did have some opinions about Black Sister’s insane anti-American thoughts.

He replied while editing his video.

“Actually, America isn’t as bad as you think, Sani.

This continent is called the land bestowed by heaven, rich in resources and with fertile soil.

Over the past hundred years, America really has developed quite well.

Many immigrants from small countries really think this place is heaven.”

“They are fools too.”

Sani commented without even looking up.

Shaking his head, Cheng Daqi had no intention of continuing the explanation.

Humans are high-order animals with the ability to think, and they also consist of a vast number of individuals.

Every country has its own crazy dissenters, and they’re not necessarily all bad.

Some people’s experiences are just different from the common man’s.

(Look carefully at the attributive before you argue)

The experience today was truly spectacular, but not much of it could be included in the video.

For example, dining on top-tier French cuisine with Lisa clearly wasn’t fitting.

The persona he was now projecting in his videos was that of a homeless man, with his main content focusing on begging.

You can’t exactly say that a beggar managed to get snails in garlic butter or seared foie gras.

That would truly be the collapse of the persona.

As an internet celebrity, maintaining one’s persona is of the utmost importance.

Cheng Daqi couldn’t follow the example of a certain well-known live-streamer who, after getting popular thanks to ordinary fans, then disdained them for being poor and blew up his own persona.

And his discussions with Eris were all about the serious future of America, potentially directly affecting the outcomes of great power competitions—those were definitely not to be broadcast.

So, Cheng Daqi mainly posted content about Red Street.

The video starts with a homeless man lying face down on the ground, bum up in the air, marked with the text “Big bro has been lying here since yesterday, and no one dares to check whether he’s still got breath.”

The middle of the video shows a classic Red Street scene: a homeless person with loads of stuff, pulling bags and pushing a supermarket shopping cart, briskly passing by the camera.

The end of the video shows the legendary gold food cart and the chat between Cheng Daqi and the volunteer serving food at the cart.

The last frame is a picture of the food that exploded from the golden food cart: a piece of bread, a serving of meat soup, two bottles of water.

Pairing each content with its own explanatory text, Cheng Daqi pondered over the captions.

Yesterday’s video went viral, gaining a few thousand followers largely because of the explosive captions.

“The lady asked me where I was from, and I said I was Japanese.

Did I do the right thing?”

Then he added a few hashtags to precisely attract traffic.

Tag 1: #Kimono.

Tag 2: #JapaneseCuisine.

Tag 3: #HonkaiImpact3rd.

Tag 4: #ArenaOfValor.

All set!

The first two tags were for clickbait, and the last two to add dimensions to the video’s outreach.

One must fish fiercely and drive traffic fiercely!

As long as it’s not illegal or against public order and morals, any way of driving traffic is fine.

Cheng Daqi fully believed in the combat power of Western-worshippers!