156: Xiantian Cockspur Holy Body

After the four of them, including Chen Fang, discussed for a while, the other three started writing the script, while he opened his computer.

Just now, they had inquired about the stage situation for the evening.

Tonight's performance was at the amusement park's theater. Since it was a small evening party, the audience consisted of staff members and extras.

The production team could provide them with musical instruments, and there was also a piano on the stage.

The main instrument for cant learn was the piano.

Given that, he would turn off the piano track in the backing music, keeping only the electric guitar, drums, bass, and other instruments.

He would play the piano live.

Firstly, playing an instrument highlights the interaction between the person and the music. Just standing and singing would look more like interacting with memories. Him playing the piano would look more like being immersed in the music, rather than past relationships.

Secondly, many fans have a filter for the piano. Playing the piano live while singing the sad cant learn would make him appear more vulnerable, making fans feel even more sorry for him.

He truly was a good person; he didn't trick fans out of their money, only their emotions.

...

Soon, over an hour passed.

At six o'clock, Chen Fang arrived at the temporary dining hall, pulled out 20 yuan, and bought a bento box. The dog-like production team lived up to their word, truly making them self-sufficient. After one breakfast and two regular meals, the 100 yuan living expenses from the survival supplies package were down to 50 yuan.

"Is this a robbery, two meat and two vegetable dishes for 20 yuan?" Chen Fang smiled and complained to the executive director, then took his bento box and sat by the window in the lounge.

Guo Congxin comforted him, "Amusement parks are always expensive; this price is acceptable."

Chen Fang tore open the disposable cutlery packaging and sighed, "Guo Congxin, you've changed. You used to proactively bring me steamed buns, but now you won't even find Song Yu to smuggle things."

"The day before yesterday, when I asked you, didn't you say you wanted to follow the rules?" Guo Congxin frowned in confusion. He sat up straight, patted his chest, "It's just food, right? We honest people don't cause trouble, but..."

"But what?" The executive director's faint voice came from behind him.

"But we're also afraid of trouble." Guo Congxin gave an awkward laugh. "Chen Ge, I can help you eat now. If you can't eat your chicken drumstick, give it to me."

"Why do you think I can't eat it? Is it because you can't eat yours? Then give it to me."

Guo Congxin quickly moved his bento box aside. "Then I'll make you look ugly in the shots."

"Then you won't have a chance. But speaking of which, I finally understand an old saying now: good looks can't fill your stomach. I'm hungry again." Chen Fang tore open the packaging of the disposable chopsticks.

Behind Chen Fang and to his side, Xie Yunxuan listened to him praising himself, growing increasingly annoyed. He frowned, put on his headphones, and ate his meal while browsing comments online.

"I'm dying of laughter. Little Xie went from regret to resentment, then to secret joy, to smugness, then to his tail wagging, and finally realized he made one more mistake, wishing he could smash the table."

"Screenshot taken, hahaha."

"Fang Fang, stop bullying him, hahaha."

"He provoked first, though. Little Xie is so miserable, he's never won against Chen Fang, has he? When he debuted, his ranking was never higher than Chen Fang's. He clearly can't win, but he insists on provoking."

"Why is he so silly, is he just a bookworm? Hahaha."

Xie Yunxuan grew angrier the more he read.

Bookworm?! What does 'bookworm' mean?!

He maintained his image as a top student, and now he was being called a bookworm?

Chen Fang was truly a scoundrel, despicable in his methods!

Just wait, he would definitely get the winning team's gift package today.

After four o'clock tomorrow afternoon, the team would be filming in the villa, and they could use task cards. His assistant, Xiao Qi, had been scurrying around among the staff members of various groups today and happened to hear that the task cards for the winning team included a toilet cleaning task.

So, he's capable, huh? You'll be cleaning toilets in front of the camera tomorrow, dammit!

Xie Yunxuan quickly finished his meal, stood up, and strolled behind Chen Fang, sneering, "Chen Ge, no matter what you say in the future, I won't believe it."

Chen Fang put down his chopsticks and said earnestly, "You're just too kind."

"Heh, stop trying to fool me here. Do you take me for a little kid?"

"No, what I mean is that you're too kind, always used to thinking the best of others, which is why you believe my nonsense. Sigh, good people like you are really rare now. Not only kind, but also loves to read. I never even thought you were a loyal fan of ghost blows out the light. Both kind and loves to read, whoever can be your friend truly has blessings accumulated over several lifetimes."

"That's a fact, do you need to say it?" Xie Yunxuan sneered and turned to leave.

Chen Fang also finished his meal and closed the bento box lid.

Heh, with that naturally pouty mouth, he had the nerve to teach him how to pursue girls?

If he ever met a player, she'd play him like a dog.

He hoped he'd meet a good person.

...

Meanwhile, in a residential area in Yangcheng.

A high school girl was hunched over her desk, pressing down on a math paper with two blank challenging problems, holding her phone, and quickly typing in Xie Yunxuan's fan group [Clouds Don't Get Dizzy].

"Math, you're too ambiguous": "Chen Fang is too much of a bully."

"Math, you're too ambiguous" was her online name.

Why ambiguous? Because she couldn't learn it, so she wanted to curse math, with valid reasons to curse math.

If it's a break, it's a break; if it's not, it's not; if it's a reunion, it's a reunion, but math gives you a composite differential.

Of course, this wasn't a high school concept. Why use a university concept for an online name? Because she didn't dare to curse high school concepts, fearing they would truly differentiate from her.

She continued typing: "Although I know Chen Fang is joking, netizens are all saying Little Xie is silly. A person lives on pride! Tonight's party, Little Xie will definitely be the best performer! The production team's preview said there's a voting segment, let's all go vote for their team!"

As soon as she sent it, a few replies popped up in the group.

Chuan Guan: "I think Little Xie can't beat Chen Fang. Let's turn enemies into friends. Little Xie always loves to compete with whoever he catches, so don't encourage Little Xie to compete with smart and cunning people. He also likes to show off, let's save him some face. If this continues, Little Xie's slight silliness will become common knowledge."

Chinese Dominates the World (Will change name if English score reaches 120): "Chuan Guan, you're truly like your online name, your values are skewed. Did you switch sides? What do we fans have to be afraid of?"

Chuan Guan: "You're afraid of English."

Chinese Dominates the World (Will change name if English score reaches 120): "What does that have to do with today! Don't change the subject!"

...

Time passed by second by second.

At 7:50 PM, Tang Chen estimated that the composer Teacher Shen would arrive soon and put away the materials he was working on.

Looking at the materials related to Chen Fang in his hand, Tang Chen remembered Chen Fang praising Xie Yunxuan as a loyal fan of ghost blows out the light that afternoon and couldn't help but chuckle.

That scoundrel was truly wicked.

But then again, watching him be wicked to others was quite interesting.

Looking on the bright side, at least he was the most active thinker among the three. Geniuses always have some quirks, it's understandable.

He put the materials on the bookshelf, sat back in his chair, wanting to rest for a few minutes and check out today's entertainment news.

He opened his phone and swiped twice, immediately seeing the video of Chen Fang copying Xie Yunxuan's answer onto the blackboard.

Tang Chen's expression was complex.

Was this guy a sword immortal in his previous life? A born sword seed.

Just as he thought this, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

As soon as his voice fell, the door was pushed open, and a man in his forties wearing a gray casual suit entered, his movements elegant. He nodded slightly, "Old Tang, long time no see."

Tang Chen stood up, "Teacher Shen, long time no see. I've already booked the restaurant, let's go."

"Alright."