Generation Z Artists

Chapter 12: Those Years When Rich Women Chased Me Wherever I Went
After just two days at home, school finally started.

On the day of registration, as soon as Fang Xinghe walked in, his classmates were shocked again.

"Fuck, bro you're awesome!"

"Maya! Isn't Fang Xinghe so handsome?"

"He was just Xiao Shuai last semester, but after one vacation, he almost caught up with Jin Chengwu."

"It's just so-so... slurp."

"Fang Xinghe is so cool, I really want to date him..."

This time, the good students and girls in the class could no longer sit still. They were whispering with their friends, and their eyes were always on the male succubus.

In order to participate in the competition in Shanghai, Fang Xinghe deliberately got pure red hair.

The sides of his head were shaved until only stubble remained, and the half-grown hair on top of his head was gathered up with hair wax, looking like a burning dark red flame.

His top 99 appearance score means his perfect bone structure can suit any hairstyle.

Now that his entire face is exposed, he's simply killing people.

In order to highlight his rebellious temperament, the scheming boy shaved his eyebrows a little thinner to make them more sharp.

Not only were they shocked by the effect, Fang Xinghe himself was almost narcissistic.

Generally speaking, only superficial men would be overly concerned about their appearance, but Fang Xinghe felt that he was different - I'm not superficial, I'm particularly superficial!

Quack~~~
As for why red hair...

Slam Dunk just ended not long ago, and Jordan's deification has led to the expansion of the basketball craze. If you don't take advantage of such high-quality popularity, what is the point of being a water army leader?
Now he really can't wait to go to the examination hall, and then he will kill crazily and be so brutal that not a blade of grass will be left in the sea of blood, so that the reporters will take the initiative to write articles to overshadow him.

This is my first time meeting readers from all over the country. Am I the most sincere one?

It has to count, the media will love him to death.

When Lao Fang entered the classroom, he habitually glanced back, then suddenly slapped himself on the forehead and sighed heavily.

"Fang Xinghe, what are you doing?"

"Bring glory to our alma mater!"

Fang Xinghe confidently said, "We're going to the Magic City to compete soon. That place is very xenophobic. We can't let people think we're from the countryside. Otherwise, if we win a prize, it will be seen as luck. Don't you agree?"

"Hiss... Now that you put it like that, it really is necessary..."

Teacher Fang smiled bitterly and shook his head, then took out the certificate: "Here, your entry certificate, keep it well, and don't lose it."

Fang Xinghe doesn't need to ask for leave to go out and have fun, but he needs a certificate issued by the school to participate in the competition, otherwise Group B will not recognize it and he will be placed in Group C.

"Thank you, teacher. By the way, please take care of Fang Yuting. She's been pestering me lately..."

Fang Yuting, who was approaching quietly, widened her eyes in shock and became so angry that she was shaking and cold all over.

Is this man a dog?
Can you restore your cold, domineering and unruly nature?
No.

Fang Xinghe raised an eyebrow at her, then happily watched her being grabbed by the scruff of the neck and carried away by her biological father.

The result was that Lu Tingting got the upper hand - she could get entangled with the Eagle King just by turning her head.

But without Fang Dabao charging ahead, she became quiet again and studied obediently with her idol, which was very cute.

Time flies quickly while I study and exercise.

On March 3, Fang Xinghe set out on his journey again.

The so-called express train to Shanghai wasn't much faster, but the ticket could be reimbursed this time, so Fang Xinghe chose a sleeper berth.

Intoxicated by the mixed smell of stinky feet, pancakes and green onions, corn tea eggs, white wine and cigarettes along the way, Fang Xinghe wrote a new essay "The World on the Green Train" in one stroke.

His focused writing posture attracted the attention of the older sister on the upper bunk opposite.

She is truly a beautiful and charming sister, mature and elegant, intellectual and smart, and she exudes an aura that attracts all kinds of people.

Ever since she boarded the train in the imperial capital, the other two brothers in the same car had tried to strike up a conversation with her more than once, but unfortunately, they were only met with polite and distant rejections.

As a result, she took the initiative to hand over the nectar branch to Fang Xinghe, wanting to chat.

"Little classmate, are you creating something?"

"Sister, be direct."

Fang Xinghe looked up and glanced at her, then casually looked away.

"You have nothing to do, but I am busy. Are you attracted by this face or are you just looking for someone to entertain you? Come up with a rule." "You are such an interesting kid."

My sister completely put down the confidant in her hand, and she seemed to be ready to have a long chat to get to the bottom of things.

But when Fang Xinghe saw the magazines she placed on the table, including "Zhiyin", "Yilin", "Reader", and "Youth Digest", he didn't want to pay attention to her.

Later, this group of concentrated chicken soup turned against Tiangang and turned their position overseas, but he still knew the earlier "high concentration Yilin" joke.

They take advantage of the fact that the Chinese people today have never seen the outside world, and they force their mouths open and force dog food into their mouths. If they refuse to eat, they will whip them... What the hell.

So even though the manuscript fee of 1,000 yuan per thousand words was within his reach, Fang Xinghe never thought of submitting his work to them.

As a reborn member of Generation Z, I would rather starve to death than leave behind such a dark history.

Fang Xinghe really didn't want to pay attention to her. He was annoyed by this kind of early female intellectual who only had thunder.

But my sister was really good...she brought a lot of food!

So Fang Xinghe dealt with it in a disjointed manner, and during this time he shamelessly took four buckets of Master Kong instant noodles, two bags of vacuum-braised chicken, four bags of Niutou beef jerky, and some fruit snacks and AD calcium milk.

The two brothers were so envious that their eyes turned red, but how could they learn this? There was no way to learn it.

Then when they were almost getting off the car, Fang Xinghe still hadn't revealed anything, but her sister even let out the fact that her ex-boyfriend owed her money and didn't pay it back.

During this time, he asked several times: "You are quite mature, are you really less than 18?"

Facing her hidden expectations, Fang Xinghe smiled at her in a particularly unsportsmanlike manner: "More than eighteen, okay?"

That smile is very business-like - it is the high-sugar smile that idols of later generations are handsome and self-aware, and has been carefully practiced to show their charm.

Who wouldn't be confused?!
My sister's ears turned red instantly, she covered her mouth shyly, and her eyes began to contain the charm that often overflows from a mature woman.

Then the person sat on the lower bunk, which was Fang Xinghe's bunk.

Very good, I have new writing material - "Those Years When Rich Women Chased Me Wherever I Went"

When I finished typing the draft of the new article, I finally arrived in Shanghai.

Fang Xinghe pulled up his trousers and left - a metaphorical rhetorical device; he never actually took them off.

The Magic City thirty years ago was in a state that Fang Xinghe could never have imagined.

The area around the train station is very messy, extremely messy.

It’s not clean after leaving the station. The red armbands are trying hard, but unfortunately there are not many places they can control.

So, as soon as Fang Xinghe showed his head, he was targeted by a thief with bad intentions, a black car driver who was in a hurry to leave, an old lady who was not sure if she was a liar, and a hotel proprietress who was dressed up and shouted "Our girl is pretty".

It’s great, the Magic City is so welcoming.

Fang Xinghe slapped away an outstretched hand and glanced at him with a sharp look. The wretched thin man immediately walked away as if nothing had happened.

There are so many targets. If it’s hard to achieve, just change one. There’s no need to stick to it.

The competition staff explained in advance how to take the subway, but before Fang Xinghe could do so, his sister forcibly dragged him across the street.

"Come on, brother. I'll take you wherever you want to go."

The moment he saw her ugly square-headed Mercedes, the boy suddenly realized that his buddy's appearance was still rising.

Okay, let’s rub it again.

Sitting in his sister's car and arriving at the intersection of Zhaojiabang Road and Dong'an Road, Fang Xinghe indicated that he had arrived.

Before getting off the bus, my sister handed me another business card and reminded me, "If you have any trouble, call me immediately."

"Okay, thank you Sister Lei."

Fang Xinghe's attitude was very well-behaved. After getting off the car and walking through the intersection, he casually threw the business card into the trash can.

This kind of Shanghai lady, who is obviously a second-generation lady, can indeed solve many problems, but the troubles she herself brings are also far beyond Fang Xinghe's current level.

So, our relationship ends here, let’s just forget each other, there’s no point in me sticking with you.

Xiao Fang walked away in style, but he didn't know that his sister had been staring at him in the car. Until she saw him throw away the business card, she gritted her teeth and laughed: "Little bastard! You are so arrogant, so annoying..."

What a coincidence, isn't it?

Li Qigang, the general manager of the New Concept Organizing Committee, also had an arrogant first impression of Fang Xinghe.

(End of this chapter)