Chapter 189: Hit Him? No Need

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Transferring to sand art from manga took less time than Meng Fan antic.i.p.ated. He had practiced the night before until 3:00 in the morning and felt that he transferred around +12 to +13 points to his sand art.

Aside from Meng Fan's crazy practice regimen, This was also because transferring his skills meant he didn't have to bottleneck his skills into one profession. As long as he put in the work and improved as he went along, there would be no obstacles.

With +15 drawing skills, Wen Wan felt he was already at her level when she saw his work. But realistically, Meng Fan's drawing skills had already exceeded Wen Wan's, but he was just lacking experience.

Additionally, creativity and storytelling could be compensated by his imagination, but creating the 'mood' wasn't something that could be easily learned. Life in experience and knowledge of the environment was something Meng Fan was lacking compared to Wen Wan.

Therefore, this was the biggest difference between Meng Fan and Wen Wan.

After confirming his schedule for the performance, Meng Fan became more and more shameless. He sweetly looked at Wen Wan and said, "Professor Wen, no matter what, I was still taught by you. If I attend the 11/11 gala, I can't lose face for you right? I'm flying to Shenzhen tomorrow, but I still have time today. Can I get some last-minute coaching please?"

Wen Wan rolled her eyes at Meng Fan. "Qin Jiao was right, you are the definition of "the more familiar you are, the less respect you will show"." She then waved her hand. "You head down first, I'll come down after I'm done with my work."

"Okay."

Meng Fan accepted the scolding and bowed, exaggerating as he backed up. Bang, he hit the door. He shook his b.u.m a few times and continued to retreat.

If he wanted to learn some last-minute techniques, he had to have the right att.i.tude. At least, if he didn't try to make the coach happy, how would he leech their experience?

Experience!

Stage experience was very important.

Meng Fan did not have any sand art performing experience, and it was too late to increase it anywhere else. The best method was to learn from Wen Wan last minute.

Theoretical experience was still experience!

Wen Wan arrived soon after Meng Fan. She brought a notebook and began to share her experiences with Meng Fan after rolling her eyes at him.

Wen Wan had a good impression of Meng Fan from the start as she felt this kid was pretty interesting. He then went on to surprise her with his talent and was genuinely touched by Meng Fan's hard-working att.i.tude. But after finding out Meng Fan just wanted to attend the 11/11 gala… She didn't know what to say at this point anymore.

How could a person understand their own talent to this degree? Was this pure confidence? Or inflation? This was pure shamelessness!

Regardless, she could curse him all she wanted, but she was still happy to see Meng Fan improve.

She was very curious as to how this kid reached this step. No, how this kid reached the step of the 11/11 gala in just a few days.

Wen Wan was sure in the next two days before the 11/11 gala Meng Fan would see even more improvement.

It was possible that he had even exceeded her in skill!

Of course, everything else aside, as an educator in sand art, and an artist who had reached the top of the industry and retired to open her own studio, the greatest thing she could hope for was to see her students improve and exceed her—their teacher!

"I thought about it, and the regular method is not suitable for you. Let's just a.n.a.lyze these cases. I've prepared a few of my previous performances into a dozen or so videos. They contain wonderful performances, fantastic ideas, and performance errors as well as ingenious responses to these accidents…"

Wen Wan played the video and paused it shortly after. Not only did she explain the advantages and disadvantages and precautions to take, but she also described her insights and experiences along the way. Many points were described in detail, while others were glossed over briefly. It was completely catered to Meng Fan's situation.

Meng Fan listened carefully while recording the whole process with his live stream a.s.sistant at the same time, so he could check it again whenever he wanted to.

It took from 4:00 pm to 11:00 pm to explain everything contained in all thirty cases.

"Now I really have nothing left to teach you!"

Wen Wan took a deep breath after sighing. She looked at Meng Fan's condition, and then with an exhausted expression, she waved her hand at him. "Alright, looking at your face, it's not possible for you to buy me dinner. Continue! You're really crazy!"

She didn't even bring her notebook as she turned and left the studio.

Meng Fan really wanted to keep learning and felt very embarra.s.sed. "Then professor Wen, I'll treat you to a meal when you're back."

Wen Wan raised her arm and waved it again, not even putting the effort to turn her head.

"What's wrong?"

There were still people left in the studio who could see Wen Wan's expression. They knew she had been in Meng Fan's studio this whole time, but they still couldn't help but be curious.

Ding Quan Kai had entered and watched for a while but left not long after. The reason was simple. He understood everything but couldn't digest it. The information Wen Wan spoke of wasn't something to be missed. But it contained a lot of information, and if one listened carefully, one's head would explode.

Hence, Ding Quan Kai unwillingly left. It was too much to bear.

Seeing Wen Wan leave the room with a "seen it all" expression, he asked, "Did you get shocked again! The iron hero is a monster!"

Everyone watching knew why she looked so wrung out for they were amazed. They were angry!

The studio that usually closed at 10:00 pm still had people practicing at 11:00 pm. They didn't have the talent, so they have to compensate with hard work.

"I have to head to Shenzhen, so I won't be running today."

The next day, Meng Fan woke up early and sent Wu Tong a WeChat. Then he called Xing Ta Ge, confirming their plans.

Xing Ta Ge cursed as he yawned, climbing out of bed. He then drove into the neighborhood and helped Meng Fan move his drawing supplies into the car.

Meng Fan forced two cups of coffee down Xing Ta Ge, and they drove off to the airport.

After checking in and dropping off their bags, Meng Fan rode the 7:30 am flight to Shenzhen.

A plane!

This was Meng Fan's first time riding a plane since his reincarnation. His heart was panic-stricken. Even though he knew that there wouldn't be a hijacking in China, he was still worried.

He had to overcome it!

He couldn't avoid planes for the rest of his life!

In two and a half hours, the flight landed smoothly. Meng Fan took off his hat.

He would be lying if he said he was not scared. The hat kept him safe!

Bai Zhi had scheduled someone to pick him up. They headed for the hotel first as the rehearsal was scheduled for the afternoon.

This hotel had been fully booked for the 11/11 gala. Meng Fan could find an employee everywhere he looked, including musicians, dancers, and actors. He had also run into some celebrities, all of whom Meng Fan knew.

Bai Zhi and Su Qing Cen had just woken up at this time and were eating breakfast at the cafeteria when Meng Fan was brought over.

Bai Zhi's face was dark?

Meng Fan looked closer to see who was sitting in front of her.

Zhu Yu, the same singer who publicly announced his fake relations.h.i.+p with Bai Zhi to boost himself. What event did they meet at again? He had hara.s.sed Bai Zhi on the red carpet and was tripped by Meng Fan as he entered the venue.

It seemed like he was hara.s.sing her again.

What kind of B.S. was this?

For him to run into such an event!

Meng Fan thought about it. Shouldn't he follow the lead of internet novels and smack him across the face?

Bam!

Before Meng Fan could process it, the angered Bai Zhi raised her gla.s.s and poured her juice on his face, with great force and loudly as well, spilling the liquid everywhere.