Generation Z Artists

Chapter 50: All the female stars born in the 80s love Fang Xinghe
Fang Xinghe only found out about this the next day.

Fang Dadan and Lu Mensao brought big watermelons to comfort him. They ran errands and carried bags with their crotches out of their pants, and proudly boasted to their eldest brother: "Boss, it was Lu Tingting who took the initiative to call me today!"

Fang Xinghe took one look at the two big watermelons, several cucumbers and tomatoes, and a bunch of snacks that he had worked so hard to carry, and suddenly felt sorry for them.

But in the end he still chose to encourage: "Ah, yes, yes, you are really becoming more and more important..."

What else to do?

Big brother is also desperate, right?
Boys under the age of 18 have to rely on injuries to treat their stupid symptoms, and no outsiders or external forces can do anything about it.

Not long after, Baofu, Xiao Yanbian and others arrived together, bringing beer and fresh beef and mutton, and then found a barbecue stove in the tile-roofed house, preparing to grill some skewers.

"Brother." Heizi was eager to try, "There are reporters waiting for you at the intersection. Do you want me to scare them?"

"Need not."

Fang Xinghe shook his head lazily: "This kind of extreme approach can only be used once, never again, don't become dependent on it."

The boys didn't understand what was going on and nodded stupidly: "Oh, I see."

Xiaoying is indeed a little naive, but he is obedient. After more than half a year of contact, Fang Xinghe has developed a deep affection for them.

“Are there many reporters outside?”

"many!"

The teenagers chattered at once: "One of them even interviewed me!"

"I saw two people going to Teacher Fang's house!"

"Haha, Mr. Fang seems to be walking very fast these days!"

"Don't talk about my dad!" Fang Yuting had just put on a stern face, but suddenly she broke it and burst out laughing, "He really likes reporters now..."

Fang Xinghe was a little puzzled: "The last wave just went back, and it was quiet for two days, why did it start again?"

"You do not know?"

Fang Dabing and Lu Tingting turned their heads at the same time.

"Yesterday our Jilin Provincial TV station broadcast your interview video for a full 60 minutes. They were stunned!"

"Oh...I didn't see it."

"Actually, we didn't see it either, so everyone came to watch the replay today!"

Before 5:, the boys and girls all rushed into the main room.

When the show started, the chirping little eagles suddenly became quiet.

As soon as Fang Xinghe's figure appeared on TV, the silence was broken by a cry of "Wow".

"Fuck! Bro, you're so damn handsome!"

Indeed, Fang Xinghe himself felt so.

The Shuai Fang on TV was sitting lazily on a recliner, his back pressed against his chest, relaxed but not listless, his body language showing obvious nonchalance.

She wore a white Dacron short-sleeved shirt, which was very reflective in the outdoor environment, but her face did not look dull at all. Instead, it gave off a jade-like texture, and coupled with her lazy and comfortable look, she suddenly had a detached and worldly state.

If you look at the details, his left forearm is resting on the armrest, and the five fingers of his right hand are lightly touching the square table. His fingers are long, his phalanges are symmetrical, and his nails are neatly trimmed. Every detail is perfect.

Hand control is not popular nowadays, but the cameraman's inexplicable close-up of his hands does create an eye-catching feeling.

Fang Dadan's eyes sparkled, and he came closer, grinning and asking, "Dog... He He, where is the white shirt you wore that day?"

"what?"

She couldn't wait to urge: "Hurry up and change, let your sisters have some fun first!"

"Fuck! Sister Fang, you are so awesome!"

"Ahhh, good, good, good!"

The little female eagles crowed and cheered. Fang Xinghe slowly picked up the feather duster and waved it twice in the air to test the feel. Then he smiled gently: "How do you want to have fun?"

"Mom!"

Fang Dabing was so frightened that he jumped out with a roar. He didn't dare to show off again until he hid at the door.

"Sisters, this bastard is too good at pretending. If we really can't help it, why don't we pin him down and force him to death?"

"Oh, I think it's okay!"

"Okay, okay! I'll go first!"

"..."

Fang Xinghe's forehead was immediately filled with black lines, and he quickly called Duodang to his side, and finally stopped them from making any moves.

Wiping the sweat off his face, Fang Xinghe warned them with a stern face to watch the interview carefully. The threat of grabbing their crotch seemed to have some effect.

Then I finally watched TV quietly - but in fact I couldn't stop at all, a group of ducks kept exclaiming, "Brother, you are so damn handsome during the interview!"
It’s not the kind of good-looking in terms of appearance, but the kind of “style” in terms of aura.

Fang Xinghe did not try to maintain any kind of image, and his demeanor could not be described as dignified. The overall impression he gave was that he did not take the interview seriously at all.

Relaxed but not sloppy, lazy but sharp, strong self-confidence brings a firm tone, and the unhurried and clear answers can always break through the barriers...

The boys couldn’t explain it clearly, so they could only summarize it as - handsome.

But in fact, it is an overall radiation field that integrates temperament, image, core stability, thinking level and comprehensive control.

If you want to radiate something outward, you must first have something.

So the most important thing is the core, followed by thinking, and finally temperament and image.

The control force runs through the entire process and determines the direction and intensity of radiation.

There are many celebrities in the domestic entertainment industry who have great temperament and image, but they become completely paralyzed when it comes to interviews.

If the inner core is unstable, the person will be like a floating duckweed, crying is not crying, laughing is not laughing, and always wearing a tense fake face;
If you have poor thinking, you won’t be able to get to the point, your words won’t express your meaning, and your content will be shallow and lack depth.

If you don’t have comprehensive control, forget about being a star.

For example, none of the top stars like Qianqian are good enough, some are sloppy or pretentious, some are stupid and some are crazy, and they act like idiots during impromptu interviews without any scripts to recite.

Looking at Xiao Zhan's interview performance, the difference is obvious.

Fang Xinghe is at a higher level - he does not have the fame of Mr. Xiao, but he is ten times more confident, crazy and ambitious than him.

When coupled with knowledge that is beyond his time, the uneducated guys can only shout “WTF!”

……

The young men were so excited watching this.

The girls were even more excited.

Yang Mi, who was 13 years old at the time and had just graduated from Xuanwu Experimental Primary School, stood in the middle of the living room, screaming and jumping.

When father Yang Xiaolin opened the door after get off work, he heard his wife shouting in the kitchen: "Old Yang, go turn off her TV! She's been shouting for almost half an hour, it's giving me a headache!"

Yang Xiaolin didn't dare to do that. He smiled and walked over to take a look, and recognized it immediately.

"Hey! Isn't this Fang Xinghe? Darling, you like HOT the most. What's wrong? Have you betrayed the revolutionary ideals?"

Yang Mi froze in place, her eyes darting around, and she couldn't think of a reason for a long time.

Her bedroom is covered with HOT posters, and she even imitated Kangta's pose to take photos with the posters, looking very second-rate. Strictly speaking, she is now a pure and fanatical "white fan", a die-hard fan.

"I...I'll just see what's going on?"

She decided to make an excuse, but suddenly she saw a close-up of Fang Xinghe's face on the screen out of the corner of her eye. She immediately forgot what she was going to say next. She stared at that face and swallowed hard.

"Oh my!" The father was so happy that he stood closer to watch with her, "Then I have to take a good look at her. What a charming child!"

But before I could really see the details, I was suddenly shocked by the close-up of that rare pair of eyes.

"Hiss... Is this child a mixed-blood? Why are his eyes so beautiful? Gray-blue?"

"Brown and gray!"

Yang Mi's rebuttal came out of her mouth, and then she started to talk.

"Where does the blue come from? Isn't it a gray base with fine amber lines, transitioning from light to dark, layer by layer? When light shines in, it looks a bit metallic at most..."

Yang Xiaolin looked at her in surprise. Xiao Mi's voice became lower and lower until she finally stopped.

Oops!

It seems a bit exposed, what should I do?
After feeling guilty for about half a second, she decided to just go for it.

"Humph! What's wrong with me looking at a literary idol? Isn't he so handsome just for show?"

Did you see that? This girl has been decisive since she was young, and she decisively likes young and handsome guys~~~
Father Yang laughed and continued to tease her: "What about your HOT?"

"What should I do?" Yang Mi felt guilty but said stubbornly, trying to make excuses: "One is a writer, and the other is a singing and dancing idol. Even if I like both of them, there is no conflict!"

There is definitely no conflict now, but in the future...sooner or later you will feel uncomfortable.

……

In the HP district of Shanghai, Tang Yan, a 16-year-old high school student, quietly opened the door of her house and found that her father had not yet returned home. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She rushed to the TV, quickly turned it on and tuned to Jilin Satellite TV. Only then did she have time to pour herself a glass of water and drank it guzzlingly.

It is now 5:20. According to the preview, in 10 minutes, Fang Xinghe’s exclusive interview will begin.

Tangtang pressed her chest hard, trying to breathe more evenly as quickly as possible, but she couldn't do it.

She stared at the TV, but every once in a while she couldn't help turning her head to look at the door, like a thief.

There was a reason for that—her father was too strict.

Unlike Mao Xiaotong's situation, her family is actually very happy. She has a Shanghai hukou, her father is an administrator and her mother is a white-collar worker in a foreign company. They are financially well off and they care about her very much.

However, parental love and strict requirements do not conflict with each other, and in fact, they can be more stressful when combined.

She was asked to learn piano at the age of 4. She didn't know how to play music, so her father learned it himself and taught her one key at a time.

If you get distracted, the long knitting needles will hit your arms.

It didn't hurt much, but that kind of strict control accompanied her throughout the 16 years of her life.

It continues to this day, and still forbids premature love, poor grades, going out at night, and other things...

She was afraid and rejected it, but never dared to disobey or resist.

It was not until she read the article "Knowing but Not Following" because her deskmate and best friend liked Fang Xinghe that the wildfire in her heart was finally ignited.

I want... forget it, I’m a coward.

She still didn't have the courage to resist her father, but she and her deskmate became a glorious Fang fan.

There are two flight attendant classes in Shangzhi Vocational School. With the vigorous development of her bestie, one-third of them have been converted to Fang fans. The other two-thirds of the girls who have no vision still stubbornly like Li Erpeng, Lu Yi, Xie Tingfeng, HOT, Crystal and the Four Heavenly Kings.

This is a very shocking ratio. After all, few girls who dream of becoming a stewardess would be sensitive to words.

But then again, with Fang Xinghe's face, you can be happy without being sensitive, right?
After a long wait, the show finally began.

Fang Xinghe, wearing a white shirt, gave a very concrete interpretation of what kind of boy is the ultimate answer on campus.

That's it.

Wearing a white shirt, he sat lazily under the shade of a tree, half of his face shining in the light in his daughter's heart.

The androgynous beauty of the jade is completely unique, there is no other like it, and it feels lonely sitting there.

His sturdy forearms had clear muscle lines. When he raised his hand and placed it on his cheek, the two tendons on the back of his hand bounced slightly and it seemed as if they had bounced on the little girl's forehead. With a bang, her head shook violently and her eyes went black.

He should also have a pair of lips that are neither too thin nor too thick, with clear edges and corners. The upper lip and lower lip should be of different yet harmonious shapes, thin and sharp on the upper side, and chubby and cute on the lower side. When such lips utter "I fought with my destiny" with six parts of madness, three parts of coolness and one part of playfulness, it would be impolite not to scream.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Tangtang clenched her fists tightly, pressed them hard against her cheeks, and jumped and screamed.

She didn't know why this happened, but the feeling of her heart pounding and shortness of breath forced her to do something to release her emotions.

Finally, there are the eyes, and the cameraman gave them close-ups several times.

Tangtang was not a person who was good at describing things, but she felt as if those eyes kept pulling her inward. The pupils were as dark as a whirlpool, and the irises were a dreamy, glassy color that she couldn't describe. Every time she looked at them, she couldn't breathe for the next ten seconds or so, and she felt tired and numb.

Damn! What kind of monster is this? !

For the first time in her life, curse words burst out of her mouth.

She knew this was not good, but she would feel uncomfortable if she didn't do it.

I watched it until just after 6 o'clock, and suddenly I heard footsteps coming up the stairs in the corridor.

"Oops!"

She immediately recognized from the familiar rhythm that it was her father returning.

Turn off the TV and go back to your room?
The best solution only stayed in her mind for less than a second before it was violently thrown away.

She gritted her teeth, turned around and jumped onto the sofa, sat properly at the edge, and then adjusted her expression to one of indifference.

Today, I, Tang Jie, must see this to the end. No one else can help me!

But I am not a fan, I am just feeling the growth concept of literary genius!

Learning makes me wise, do you understand, Dad?

……

Fang Xinghe didn't understand.

Similar things happen again and again. The huge waves and turmoil caused by the male succubus in a small city in the northeast in this special era are now impacting the entire generation born in the 80s.

Although he is not very popular now, as long as he continues to act like this for another two years and continues to expand his influence, the entire entertainment industry will have to bow to him when they meet in the future: "Teacher Fang, I grew up reading your books!"

What makes these special times special is that people still read books and newspapers.

This is not the best era for Chinese literature, but it is definitely the best and only era for literary idols.

Therefore, the glory of Han Er and Guo Si came into being in the previous life.

Fang Xinghe walked on this unexpected yet correct path with 100% utilitarianism, 120% honesty and 78% determination, and was destined to leave an indelible mark in this period of history.

He himself has not had time to summarize, but it doesn’t matter, because the people and things he encounters later will take the initiative to help him summarize.

　It is indeed more enjoyable to read climaxes like this one in a row. I will try my best to update the climax quickly after it is put on the shelves. Now, please be patient for a while, just in time to celebrate the New Year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)