100: There is no shortage of handsome men and beautiful women, but if they have good personalities and positive values, then there is a shortage of

Tang Chen blinked, looking somewhat bewildered at his most well-behaved and honest artist.

Chen Fang continued, “Handsome men and beautiful women don’t lack partners, but if they have good character, are thoughtful, have their own opinions, and have proper values, then they do.”

Song Yu was slightly stunned; whether he believed it or not, his mood had certainly improved significantly!

Song Yu couldn't help but curve his lips upward, leaning forward, “That seems to make some sense.”

Chen Fang nodded, “Everyone will think you’re unapproachable. Add one more abstract, and your life’s over.”

Song Yu slapped his thigh, “Exactly! I don’t even tell dirty jokes; I just do abstract stuff.”

Tang Ge truly understood him; after only a few days of interaction, he could tell that Song Yu was an abstract surf player!

Song Yu picked up his phone, lit up the screen, and showed it to Chen Fang: “Bro, look, after I said that, she stopped talking to me.”

Chen Fang focused his eyes, the chat page displayed:

[Hehe Youming]: We went out yesterday, and you kept staring at me. Do you like me?

[Laicai (Song Yu)]: Yesterday? Oh! You had your hair in a high ponytail yesterday, like Han Xin.

Immediately after, Song Yu also sent a picture of Han Xin with a grinning emoji. Then the girl stopped replying to him.

Chen Fang: “…”

If you’re not single, who is?

Chen Fang handed the phone back to him, “You really don’t understand what it means?”

A flicker of something strange passed through Song Yu’s eyes; after a moment of hesitation, he still shook his head.

Seeing his expression, Chen Fang guessed that Song Yu had definitely suspected the girl was interested in him, but didn't dare to think that way, right?

Should he make it clear to him?

But… as the saying goes, a strategist with tears in their eyes in the past can now make decisive moves at every step. The stronger the strategist, the more they are the king among jokers.

The problem was, he had never shed tears.

In his previous life, he was all alone. He had just entered society and hadn't even had the chance to start from scratch and become a rich first-generation before he kicked the bucket. Before that, although girls pursued him, he didn't want to hold them back, so he was still a happy single g… noble until today.

He hadn't shed tears, so he couldn't be a strategist. Giving the wrong advice would be awkward.

Chen Fang hesitated for a moment, then gave up the idea of being a strategist, and said in a deep, profound voice, “Because you’re so righteous that you’re perverse. I can only help you this much; you’ll have to figure it out yourself.”

“Eh? Righteous to the point of perversity?” Song Yu scratched his head. Righteous, he understood as upright, but what did perversity mean?

Beside them, the married man Tang Chen’s brain was a bit muddled.

How did he feel that Chen Fang was bluffing?

No way? Chen Fang wasn't that kind of person, right?

Chen Fang just didn't understand romance very well and was kindly comforting Song Yu, right?

Tang Chen looked at the two with a complex gaze and accepted this idea.

Tang Chen reached out, “Let me see?”

Song Yu handed over the phone, “Tang Ge, feel free to scroll; you can also see it above.”

Tang Chen glanced at the Han Xin topic, then scrolled up, only to see that the girl had also asked a question last night.

[Hehe Youming]: Let me ask you a question, who is the most important goddess in your heart?

[Laicai (Song Yu)]: Motherland.

Tang Chen frowned.

No, buddy… this is practically a confession, isn’t it?

He handed the phone back, frowned at Song Yu, and said with a look of disappointment, “She’s asking if you have feelings for her.”

“I had suspected that possibility, but we’ve only known each other for a month, and I was afraid I was just being wishful,” Song Yu scratched his head, “Besides, about the ‘who is the goddess’ question, I was speaking the truth. Furthermore, I hinted at it too.”

“Hinted at what?” Tang Chen asked.

Song Yu turned the phone screen towards Chen Fang and the other, “Isn’t it obvious? My nickname.”

“Aren’t you called Facai?” Chen Fang turned back, puzzled.

“I’m called Laicai. Because her surname is He, and He is ‘jia bei’. ‘Bei’ means wealth. So I’m called Laicai.”

Chen Fang: “…”

You should go secretly love Shinichi Kudo; there might be a chance of being discovered.

Tang Chen said helplessly, “For these matters, you two should ask me or Old Liu in the future. What can you get from asking Chen Fang? Bronze asking Silver.”

Tang Chen glanced at Chen Fang.

In the short term, he probably didn't need to worry about public relations for Chen Fang actually being in a relationship.

Which girl would fall for someone so insensitive?

Chen Fang turned back around, meeting Tang Chen’s gaze, and defended himself, “It’s not that I can’t get into a relationship; it’s just that I’m honest and don’t talk much.”

“You’re all young, no rush,” Tang Chen smiled, continuing to look at the computer screen.

Chen Fang looked out the window.

I’ve given you a warning; I don’t say much truth. If you didn’t get it, don’t blame me for not reminding you later.

…

At the same time, in an office at the headquarters of Penguin Video, in the Program Production Center.

The director of “The Voice of Nature” took a stack of materials from his assistant, “The Music Billboard Season is about to begin. Among our six mentors, how many have released songs?”

“Five. Teacher Qin released a new song at the beginning of the year and won’t be participating this time.”

“Good.”

The assistant added, “Although the Music Billboard Season is a battle of gods, their respective companies have invested resources, so they should all make it into the top 20.”

The director nodded with satisfaction.

Although, for first-tier singers, one song doesn’t significantly impact their status.

But “The Voice of Nature” airs during the summer vacation, with hundreds of new contestants, so the mentors must be able to hold their own.

Among the mentors participating in the Music Billboard Season, two making it into the top ten would be sufficient.

The director looked up at the assistant, “Find someone to keep an eye on it, and tell me the rankings at noon on June 1st.”

If the data wasn't ideal, the production team would have to urge the guests to have their companies increase resources for chart promotion.

“Okay.”

…

Time flew by, and soon it was 11:50 PM on May 31st.

May was about to end.

But netizens didn't collectively post photos in the comment section with melancholic words, because June 1st was a holiday—the Dragon Boat Festival.

The 31st was the first day of a happy three-day break, and the 1st was the second day.

But for people in the music industry, these were tense and exciting days.

Because June’s Music Billboard Season was about to kick off.

Chen Fang was also very excited, suddenly sitting up from the bed, “Get out, don’t sleep next to my head, and don’t put your butt on my pillow while sleeping!”

“Woof,” Xiaobai opened his big eyes, looked back at him blankly. His ears twitched and drooped, flattening against the sides of his round head.

He knew that when a cat turned its butt towards a person, it was protecting them. But he didn’t need butt protection!

Chen Fang pointed at the cat bed, “Go sleep in your bed! If you do that again, I’ll lock you in the downstairs bedroom.”

“Woof~” Xiaobai whimpered, climbed up and jumped to the floor, burrowing into the cat bed and curling up into a ball, his tail tucked by his side, blinking his big eyes, and glancing at him.

Chen Fang was slightly stunned.

Was he a dog? He told him to go, and he went?

Just then, the system’s voice rang in his mind:

[Affinity doesn’t mean closeness, but liking you. When you angrily tell him to go, he feels the emotion and will go. But this only applies to animals that can perceive emotions; mentally challenged cats don’t count.]

Chen Fang pulled up the blanket and lay down, asking in his mind, “System, can I draw human affinity from the lottery?”

[This system is a negative emotion value system, no.]

Chen Fang pondered for a moment, then said seriously, “Being hurt by someone you love hurts more, right? For our great cause, Children’s Day—no, I can’t celebrate Children’s Day—then a Dragon Boat Festival gift package, please.”

[•ㅁ•꧞]

“Is there one?”

The system was silent, playing dead again.

Sigh, the system has no concept of holidays.