Generation Z Artists

Chapter 11: Blow up the place, I'm serious!
In fact, regardless of whether the news of the rematch came or not, Fang Xinghe was ready to go home.

The second semester of the second year of junior high school is about to begin, and I can’t live in the mountains forever.

The next day, we packed our bags and said goodbye.

"Director, I will come back during the summer vacation!"

The person who said this was Yu Xiaoduo, with tears in his eyes, and he was reluctant to leave.

"Well, practice well."

Taoist Master Zhong stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, looking like an immortal.

Fang Xinghe clasped his hands in front of his chest, with his left hand embracing his right hand, his thumbs pointed inward, and the other four fingers put together, then bowed.

"Director, I will never forget your kindness in teaching me art. Please take care."

"Meetings and separations happen at some point, so don't mind."

Although he said so, Master Zhong stroked his beard and endured it again and again, but he couldn't help but add one more sentence:
"Don't slack off when you go back. When you have the time and energy, I will introduce you to the other two major schools of Baji, Mengcun Old Frame and Luotuan Hard Frame. After that, it depends on how well you can practice."

Yu Xiaoduo: So am I the one with better aptitude? I always feel that the treatment is a bit too different...

Fang Xinghe could naturally appreciate this kindness, so he bowed deeply and expressed his gratitude.

I said goodbye to my fellow brothers one by one and started my journey home.

After another 40-hour drive, it was early spring when we set foot on the county town again.

After arriving home, he dropped his things off, went to the bathhouse and took a long bath, rubbing off half a pound of dead skin. Then Fang Xinghe stood in front of the mirror and suddenly he was a handsome young man with a graceful figure.

When he was just reborn, he was just an ordinary weed, but now, he has an appearance of 99, a height of 174, a full skill bar, and he has not wasted a single moment.

【Properties Panel】

Appearance attributes: Appearance 99, Body 72
体质属性：力量54、速度80、耐力61、灵敏75、柔韧73
隐藏属性：协调72、感知60、恢复74、免疫61、健康71
Artistic attributes: Writing 79
[Skill Panel]

Wudang Tai Chi Posture: 42
Wudang Tai Chi Thirteen Postures: 33
Basic Swordsmanship: 28
Basic steps: 27
Basic leg techniques: 25
Mengcun New Baji: 10
Liuhe Gun: 12
【Starlight Panel】

【Number of fans: 128】

[Star value: 4758]

[Star value: 0]

Fang Xinghe is in his developmental stage and all his attributes have improved.

However, compared to the rapid increase in physical attributes, the hidden attributes increased too slowly, only a little at a time.

There's probably no way around this. External attributes are easier to train, but internal talent is difficult to improve. We can only hope for starlight.

The number of fans has increased quite fast, and people I interact with on a daily basis basically have a good impression of me.

However, in such a long period of time, 128 fans only contributed less than 5000 stars, which is really pitiful.

And this means an iron rule - when nothing happens, ordinary fans' emotional projection of their idols is obviously insufficient.

That’s right, we all have our own lives, why would I miss you?
After all, chicken blood powder is a very rare commodity.

To solve this problem, there must be enough works.

With so many works, fans can just take a quick look at them when they have nothing to do and will naturally think of them.

The quantity of works can solve the problem of relevance, that is, the number of triggers, while the quality of works can solve the problem of emotional investment, that is, the degree of being touched.

When there are many good works, the artistic life will be healthy and long.

But there is still a detail here: having many good works does not equal having many loyal fans. These are two different things.

There are so many tricks involved that one could write many papers on it. Only Fang Xinghe, who has been at the forefront of marketing for many years, can sort them out. Nowadays, the agencies and even the stars themselves are clueless about this.

So, looking at his dazzlingly handsome self in the mirror, Fang Xinghe was content and felt that the future was promising.

"The first step has been taken successfully. Next, just keep pushing forward. Come on, handsome guy!"

They returned to the courtyard happily. Baofu and Taodang had already sneaked in with the little eagles. When everyone saw Fang Xinghe, they burst into exclamations.

In addition to the extra food they were already used to, everyone ate a lot.

"Fuck me!"

"Brother, why are you becoming more and more handsome?"

"That's right! He was handsome before he left, but not this exaggerated..."

"Your eyes have turned black?"

"Oh my god, I can't take it anymore, my heart is pounding... My king, do you need a wife? I can do anything!"

"Get lost, you ugly bastard!"

"You're the one who should go away, bean sprout!"

The two female eagles started quarreling for no apparent reason. Although the problem was not serious, Fang Xinghe felt very guilty.

Oh, it's all my damn charm.

He did not explain his friends' doubts.

Originally, 75% of his face value was not ugly, but now his development has gradually reached its limit. He can just explain it away by saying that he has grown out of puberty, and he is too lazy to make excuses so that no one will guess the truth.

Now, just be vain.

Moreover, the crappy clothes and ugly hairstyle limit the upper limit by at least 9 points.

When I have finished cleaning up, you will truly understand what it means to be stunningly beautiful.

After laughing and joking for a while, Fang Xinghe treated them to a barbecue. For a dozen half-grown kids and some drinks, the whole meal cost just over 100 yuan.

The cold dishes at this time were really delicious. Although they were off-season varieties grown in greenhouses, the cucumbers were very tasty, and the tomatoes were sweet and sour, soft and sticky, and so fragrant that Fang Huai's scalp tingled. Then he didn't understand why such delicious varieties were eliminated?

No matter what, I will show off two every day from now on.

After a delicious meal, Bao Fu asked furtively, "Brother, there's a new dance hall opened in the county..."

"What dance hall are we going to?"

Fang Xinghe felt that this kid was really getting cocky, so he slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Isn't the computer room enough for you to play?"

Fang Dadan heard the slightest noise and rushed over: "Take me one! Take me one!"

Okay, let’s all go.

A group of more than a dozen people rushed into the Internet cafe, which was not called an Internet cafe at that time.

After turning on the phone, everyone sat down. Fang Xinghe was busy dealing with the clingy Fang Dadan when suddenly a familiar yet unfamiliar "beep" sound came from not far away.

Huh? There is QQ?
Fang Xinghe turned around and asked Zhang Qi: "What is that software for?"

Zhang Qi excitedly explained: "It's for chatting and making friends! Big brother, I'll help you with the next one, it's really interesting!"

"Row."

He kept poking around, and finally a little penguin named QICQ appeared on the desktop.

After a brief study, Fang Xinghe successfully registered an account. Wow, it’s a 5-digit number, starting with 1, 11588!

Is Tony Ma doing so badly now?
As he was smiling, Fang Dadan and the others also created an account and started adding each other as friends.

Fang Xinghe was awkwardly fiddling with the crude software when suddenly a smart guy took the initiative to send him a message: "Hello! Are you a GG or a MM?"

Who is it? You learn so fast.

I casually replied: "I'm GG."

Then I clicked on the other person's profile picture and saw...Huh? 10001, QQ number one, isn't this Tony Ma's account?
Just as I was confused, Mr. Ma replied: "What a coincidence, I'm MM! Hello."

puff!
Fang Xinghe almost spit out a mouthful of icy Kola onto the screen, and he felt very strange.

No, what's wrong with you, brother? !

He thought it might be a mistake, so he asked tentatively: "Really? I don't believe it."

Qiu Ye: "Really! If you don't believe me, look at my profile picture!"

I saw it, it changed from a blue male head to a female head with purple hair and big eyes.

He is really mentally retarded...

You are obviously a science and engineering guy, who gave you the courage to do this?
Fang Xinghe laughed so hard that he couldn't stop, and replied: "Well, I'm a big brother in society, and I'll protect you from now on!"

Qiu Ye: "Really? You're awesome! Where are you from?"

Xinghe Canlan: "The area north of Shanhaiguan is my territory. Remember, if you have any business coming here in the future, just tell me my name. I will kill whoever you want to kill!"

Tony Ma was silent, probably because he was feeling numb...

Fang Xinghe laughed for a while, then browsed the news online, but felt it was boring, so he prepared to go home.

Before leaving, Fang Dadan came close to him again and asked him, "When are you leaving for the Magic City? Will you bring us any gifts?"

"Hey, when you asked for a gift, you remembered to bring Lu Tingting?"

"Then you see, we are good sisters!"

"Then you should spend your own money to buy gifts for your best friends. That's sincerity. And as an errand boy, it's not too much for me to charge you a little extra for your hard work, right?"

"Ai?!"

The little girl was confused by Fang Xinghe. Just as she was about to figure out what was wrong, the navy leader used his usual trick again: "We estimate that we have to leave on the 23rd. The green train is too slow. It's really a pain."

Fang Yuting felt disappointed and distressed when she heard this.

"That's really tiring. It's a pity that I didn't make it to the preliminary round, otherwise I could have gone with you..."

You'd better hurry up and give up. It's a good thing you didn't pass.

Fang Xinghe was full of complaints in his heart. He coaxed her and Lu Tingting together like a child and ran away quickly.

13 years old! What a sin...

I can't stay idle even when I get home and continue to work hard.

Fang Xinghe drew two pictures and went to the market to find a master craftsman who made clothes.

"You mean, you want to make a close-fitting Zhongshan suit?"

The master felt sorry for him and said, "But you are growing taller, right? It's too tight, you won't be able to wear it after one or two times!"

Being handsome once isn't enough?

Fang Xinghe replied with a smile: "There is an important occasion, I have to dress nicely."

"Okay then, come pick it up in a week."

The old master sighed, and then whispered: "You know what, this close-fitting Zhongshan suit without chest pockets is quite nice..."

What does Fang Xinghe know about fashion design?
It's just a simple minimalist slim-fit Zhongshan suit with a small stand-up collar white shirt.

Even in later times, it can still show off one's appearance and figure. Even now...tsk tsk.

I'm serious about blowing up the place.

(End of this chapter)