Generation Z Artists

Chapter 83 Chaos

"I do not like!"

Liu Zhenyun slammed the table and stood up.

"What the hell! What good kid would do this?!"

On the TV, there was a close-up of Fang Xinghe, and the group of middle-aged people were all startled.

But when Liu Zhenyun made his criticism, they all accepted it.

"Very good?"

Shi Tiesheng looked confused, and turned to ask Yu Hua: "I think it looks good, what do you think?"

Yu Hua blinked his eyes and nodded heavily: "He is handsome and has personality. He will definitely be popular with little girls."

These two guys were quite mean enough, but Zhao Chunhua thought their knives were too light, so he stabbed them hard himself.

"If I had a daughter, I would love to find a son-in-law like this, who loves to beat his wife at first sight~~~"

Wang Yali immediately interjected: "Xiao Fang is not only bad-tempered, but also knows martial arts. He hits people and laughs. It hurts~~~"

"puff!"

Moyan quickly turned his head and spat a mouthful of wine onto the ground, choking and coughing.

Liu Zhenyun was so annoyed by them that he pointed at them tremblingly: "You, you, you, and you... you are all fucking bastards!"

Laugh out loud.

The bunch of old men almost broke their legs with laughter. There was nothing they could do. Who could blame Old Liu, who already had a daughter of the right age, for liking Fang Xinghe?
Now that we've come to this, let's just give him some pain.

Then, while smiling, Jiao Guobiao launched an attack on appearance.

Except for Liu Zhenyun who clapped and cheered regardless, the others immediately split into two factions and opposed each other.

"No, no, isn't Xiao Fang the ideal image of a Chinese scholar? It's a bit like attacking for the sake of attacking."

"It's creamier, and the muscle aesthetic is healthier."

"Traditional aesthetics has its own reasons. It is too much to describe it as a pedantic aesthetic."

"What is that called? Aristocratic aesthetics? Isn't it essentially advocating what elements a rentier who doesn't have to work should possess? It may not be Confucian, but it is definitely corrupt!"

"Yes, fair skin, delicate skin, thin and well-proportioned body, and a beautiful beard that is difficult to maintain are all external marks used to distinguish people from ordinary people. They don't need to be raised now, but they are not worth promoting either."

"This is not a question of whether to advocate or not, but it is our nature, something that is rooted in our blood. When we emphasized the status of workers and peasants and talked about the working people being the most glorious, who was the most excited?"

“Guo Qiang, ‘The Garland under the Mountain’.”

"Really?! The workers themselves think that Guoqiang is a handsome man!"

"That proves that workers also need education on advanced concepts!"

"Who's in first?"

"Of course Western sculpture is more advanced, of course the Olympics is more advanced, of course the NBA and English Premier League are more advanced!"

"How can the hard-core English First Division be as strong as the elegant and flexible La Liga? Is this a counter-example?"

A group of people had nothing to do, so they just stood there and started bickering with each other and fighting.

I want to get writers to unite and praise one thing together... emmm, it's quite difficult anyway, so I might as well argue with them.

Then Fang Xinghe's rebuttal was broadcast on TV, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"Fuck! He used his own agent as a knife, went straight to the point and killed him with one strike. Damn, what's wrong with his brain? How can he be so awesome?!"

As soon as he heard the voice, he knew it was Yu Hua, and his eyes widened like Ma Yuan.

"It's really amazing. This idea and reaction are amazing!"

It's no wonder they were surprised, because they really "participated in the debate", the two sides argued with each other, tried hard to find arguments, and racked their brains to think of wording, but in the end no one realized that a live debate could be played like this.

"We just try to find the problem from the logic itself, which is too rigid."

"This kid is so good, always playing dirty tricks."

"Wrong! That's called playing around."

“But it really works.”

Liu Zhenyun was unhappy again: "I thought we could go a few more rounds, this isn't intense... Why is this professor so poor?"

Wang Yali laughed at him: "Come on, anyone who goes up there will be killed. You will be killed if you go up there."

There was no way to refute this statement. After everyone thought about it carefully, they felt that it was correct, and began to look at each other in surprise.

"To participate in live debates, young people are needed..."

"That's it. It's classic enough. Beautiful. Really beautiful."

"I'm afraid Xiao Fang will get angry again!"

……

Their judgment was correct, Fang Xinghe was indeed popular again.

From the moment he took the stage, his fans and star value began to rise wildly, forming a steep curve.

When the line "How could you be so good as to cheat your father?" was played, everyone in the courtyard burst into laughter. 13 of the 16 eagles fell down laughing, and they owed three more.

“It’s a bummer…hahahahaha!”

At the same time, the star value on the panel jumped again, and in an instant, it soared by 700 million!
The classic hot memes that were released many years in advance were still as powerful in 1999, or even more powerful.

The imagery of Chinese language is unparalleled.

It was the first time that everyone heard such a high-level summary, but they were able to instantly understand the irony contained in it. Jiao Guobiao was pitting his American father, so the word added more irony and comedy.

The most popular word of the year, now available for pre-order.

……

At Tang Yan's home, she couldn't help it and laughed into her mother's arms, holding her stomach.

"Gluck cluck cluck..."

Her mother hugged her lovingly, but her father looked thoughtful: "This child is very aggressive. Tangtang, when did you start liking this type? That boy before..."

Tangtang was extremely nervous.

She hurriedly explained: "What does the past have to do with me? He liked me, and I didn't agree, and then you took me to their house to complain, I was so embarrassed! Besides, I don't like Fang Xinghe, I admire him, I grumble to myself, of course I admire such a powerful person!"

This couldn't be more reasonable, so her father nodded: "Well, anyway, your most important task now is to study..."

Tangtang quietly rolled her eyes, but nodded obediently and smiled ingratiatingly: "I know Dad, I won't fall in love too early, don't worry, I promise to be good!"

As soon as the words fell, a profound interpretation of the behavior of pleasing was broadcast on TV. [It is not called pleasing, it is called dog licking, like a pug, chasing the owner and licking him crazily]

[Submission is just listening, which is passive in nature. Being obedient is a typical semi-closed state, allowing yourself to be dominated and accepting everything. You actually think this is a good thing? ]

[But pleasing is proactive, and it is the teenagers' active flattery of their parents and elders for some purpose]

The living room suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Only Fang Xinghe's voice, which was not loud but every word was clear, was echoing, rising, and brewing.

[…These three types of useless personalities are painful to themselves, a burden to society, and of no benefit to the country and nation. The target of my criticism is precisely all the people and things that give birth to this type of personality! ]

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Tang Hongwei's forehead. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the child's mother.

She was the same, with an unpleasant expression and throbbing pupils, looking at her husband.

Improper training has given rise to middle-aged puppets, middle-aged corpses, and middle-aged clowns, which are like slaps in the face one after another from a distance.

Among them, Tangtang hugged the cushion tightly in her arms, staring at the screen intently, with a layer of mist in her eyes.

Until Jiao Guobiao's rebuttal came out, he told the story of his parents' difficulties bit by bit, and finally concluded -

[You don’t see how hard it is for adults to live in such a difficult environment. You only see the grievances you have suffered. A selfish child like you will never consider your parents! ]

Tang Hongwei and his wife finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at having resurfaced.

They didn't have time to think carefully about how much truth there was in this passage, they just needed to breathe freely.

But this relief only lasted for a few seconds, and soon, they were strangled by Fang Xinghe again in the most violent manner.

The power of reward and punishment, the rights and obligations of responsibility, family education, tyranny, paranoia, cold-blooded doting...

Fang Xinghe doesn't talk much, but the density of information he conveys is ridiculously high.

His voice wasn't loud, but the stinging sensation it brought penetrated deep into my bones.

It was not until that assertion came out that tears rolled down the corners of his precious daughter's eyes. The mental defense that Tang Hongwei had spent 40 years to build was completely pierced.

[No matter what the reason is, no matter how many excuses they have, they are failed parents! ]

……

At Yang Mi's house, she stared at Fang Xinghe's face, her throat gurgling from time to time.

Her parents were chatting loudly, but she couldn't hear a word.

"Wow, what a murderer..."

"Young people nowadays are really...uncontrollable! Tsk tsk."

The couple was shocked, but remained relaxed overall.

There is no such thing in their family, or it can be accurately described as, their family education is very successful.

Yang Mi's academic performance is quite good and she has a cheerful personality. She is a child who has been nurtured with love. She has never received a response for her one-sided efforts, but rather a two-way effort.

Therefore, their attention was more focused on Fang Xinghe's performance.

The further you look, the more magical the situation becomes.

Fang Xinghe was not debating at all, but... playing.

Stand at a higher position, break free from the limitations of debate, use more sharp logic, and poke from top to bottom.

Each blow brings an irresistible damage.

Those involved are confused, but those who are watching can see things more clearly.
"This kid, isn't this just teasing people?"

Mother Yang revealed the truth in one sentence, and Yang Xiaolin suddenly realized it.

"Really? Fang Xinghe is too smart, isn't he? At only a teenager, he can actually fool a Peking University professor?"

Yang Mi finally came back to her senses from her infatuation—a little bit at a time, and interrupted.

"Of course! He ranked first in the province in the high school entrance exam. Our Fang Fang is so smart and handsome!"

Yang Xiaolin looked at her with a smile, and asked, "What about your kata?"

Yang Mi froze, her expression a little embarrassed.

Finally, she got so angry that she shouted, "What's Kata? It's Kangta! What's wrong with that? Who said you can't like two idols at the same time? We're not dating."

Mother Yang chuckled and glanced at Yang Xiaolin: "I don't know who our daughter inherited this virtue of falling in love with everyone she meets. Old Yang, what do you think?"

Yang Xiaolin immediately looked at his nose and his heart, and dared not say a word.

……

At Shi Tiesheng's home, a group of middle-aged people were having a great time watching the show.

In fact, their families each have their own problems and are not all harmonious. They don't even completely agree with Fang Xinghe's ideas.

However, due to the presence of Wang Yali and Yu Hua, their stance is naturally on Fang Xinghe's side, so this show would look really cool.

His arms were swung in a round shape, and his big mouth slapped upwards with a bang. The force was so fierce and the angle was so strange that no one had expected it.

The exclamations of surprise never stopped until the next stage.

Fresh, so fresh.

And it wasn't just them who felt it was new and fresh; audiences across the country were deeply shocked by it.

Before today, no one would have imagined that something like this would happen on a TV show.

The imagination of 1999 could not bear Fang Xinghe's wild imagination.

Dislike stupidity, the original voice of foreigners is even more deafening, there is nothing I can do if they don't understand you, thinking but little wisdom, the Third Middle School is completely abolished, and carrying the train back to Beijing are all golden sentences that have never appeared before.

The public intellectuals were sweating while watching, the middle-aged people could hardly follow the thoughts, and the teenagers were clapping their hands vigorously...

These are normal occurrences in every household.

If it was a debate based entirely on logic, with both sides going back and forth and being extremely intense, it would not have caused such a huge shock.

It's a boring competition of the same level, hard to understand, and not exciting enough. Some people may just change the channel while watching it.

But now it is different. This is a joke, a massacre, a crushing of the higher dimension over the lower dimension. No matter whose perspective the audience puts themselves in, it can bring enough emotional fluctuations.

As a result, those who were already watching the show watched it more and more attentively; those who changed the channel temporarily couldn't take their eyes off it.

The market share of Jilin Satellite TV has continued to soar, adding the most important wings to this debate of the century - coverage and dissemination.

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(End of this chapter)