Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

"Did you escape into the venue because of all the people asking you for collaboration?"

"Or did you go just to shoot?"

Bai Zhi and Su Qing Cen s.n.a.t.c.hed Meng Fan into their makeup room as soon as they saw him return.

"You're not nervous from streaming, you actually enjoy it right?"

"Otherwise why else would you go and try to get some screen time?"

The two girls hammered him with questions that revealed his intent. Only, they didn't understand why Meng Fan loved to be on stream so much!

"I just felt stuffy and wanted to walk around, who knew the ball would land in my hands. I didn't think twice and tossed it out, and it actually landed. I can only say I'm too good." Meng Fan bellowed with laughter to cover it up, then diverted the subject by asking Bai Zhi, "Sister Bai, you said people wanted to collaborate with me just now? Are any of the events on stream? I really really like streaming."

"Yup, but I turned them down for you."

Bai Zhi rolled her eyes at Meng Fan and said, "Me and Qing Cen are heading back to the hotel, and see if we're going to the gathering or not. How about you?"

"I'm heading back too."

The three left the makeup room and ran into Jay Chou, who very warmly greeted Meng Fan again.

Meng Fan wasn't thick-skinned enough to actually ask him for another cup of milk tea.

The three of them along with the managers took a car out of the gymnasium and arrived at the hotel shortly after.

Bai Zhi and Su Qing Cen were staying in a suite, while Meng Fan could only stay in a regular room. Although they treated Meng Fan like a little brother, boys and girls were still different, and no matter how big the suite was they weren't going to let Meng Fan live with them.

Alright, even if they asked Meng Fan to stay with them, the troll task, [Open for All] was still there. Meng Fan wasn't gonna dare test this task. Although it would improve some attributes, he wanted nothing to do with the bad luck attribute.

Of course, he couldn't stay with them, but they can still hang out.

Shortly after returning to the hotel, Bai Zhi called Meng Fan asking if he wanted to eat some of the take-outs they ordered. Meng Fan immediately headed over. He was hungry, and there was nothing for him to do in his room by himself anyways.

When he arrived, Su Qing Cen had changed into a casual outfit and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, watching the replay of her "fairy" performance. G.o.d knows how many times she'd rewatched it.

"Fan."

Seeing Meng Fan arrive, she paused her video. "I want to remake the MV for my song, "Fairy", and I want you to help. You won't refuse me because it's not a stream, right?"

Although this performance was fitting for the gala, it wasn't meant to be used in a music video.

"You really believe his excuse?" Bai Zhi walked over with a plate of cut fruit and handed it to Meng Fan. "You still owe me several performances, and mine aren't streamed either. Oh, by the way, if Su Qing Cen didn't mention this I might have forgotten! I am planning to release a new alb.u.m, and can totally use some sand art for one of my music videos."

Somehow, this plan became solidified as the two bantered back and forth. Naturally, Meng Fan couldn't refuse them and quietly listened to their conversation. He sent some messages on his phone before getting up to talk to Su Qing Cen and Bai Zhi. "I'm gonna turn on my stream and do some giveaways."

As he spoke, he stood up and sat in a different position and logged into the stream.

Immediately, the netizens saw Meng Fan's announcement and hurriedly rushed to his stream channel. There weren't many people, about 3000 or so, but they were all diehard fans.

"I'll get straight to the point. I'm going to draw now, while there are no people, so your chances of winning are higher. The prize is: I'll clear out the shopping carts of ten netizens, up to a maximum of 10,000 HXB!"

Pa.s.swords began to appear in the live comments, and in no time Meng Fan began to distribute.

"Those fickle netizens who've been selected can send their login information to Bee. I won't distract you guys from shopping, so I'll log off now. Before I return to Hangzhou, I'll try to stream again."

Meng Fan logged off after confirming the winner list.

"You're pretty nice to your fans." Bai Zhi smiled. "How about you pay off my shopping cart as well?"

Su Qing Cen smiled as she looked over too.

You're both filthy rich women, this is bullying!

Immediately, he received several messages on WeChat.

Wen Wan: "When you come back, you better show me your performance from tonight, that's better than anything!"

Qin Jiao unapologetically also sent a screenshot over. "Try to clear this cart Mr. Deep pockets!"

Wu Tong sent him a screenshot as well, but it wasn't very expensive. Everything in the cart seemed to be… For men!

Zhang Zhou Wei and his three other roommates also unapologetically sent their own screenshots. Everything he could see in their carts was for women…

When the takeout arrived, the three ate and gathered in front of the TV. The biggest international superstar of the 11/11 gala appeared at 12:00 am on the dot. Even Bai Zhi and Su Qing Cen weren't willing to miss such a performance.

After midnight, the entire country dove into the consumerist madness of the 11/11 festival. The numbers would make your head explode!

Bai Zhi and Su Qing Cen didn't attend the dinner after the show, so Meng Fan naturally skipped it too.

The next day, Meng Fan woke up early and was planning to run. Then he laughed to himself. He could only force himself to take another nap and head downstairs for breakfast.

At around 10:00, Meng Fan and Su Qing Cen took the same flight back to Hangzhou, while Bai Zhi headed for Shanghai.

Su Qing Cen had to continue preparations for her concert in Hangzhou. Besides, she'd invited Meng Fan once again to appear at her concert. This time, Meng didn't dare to refuse.

He could tell other people all he wanted, that he gets nervous if he isn't streaming, but he couldn't say it to Su Qing Cen.

After landing, Su Qing Cen asked a staff member to take Meng Fan home.

Meng Fan returned to his neighborhood and immediately headed for Wen Wan's studio. The organizers had mailed the sand art table back, and it hadn't arrived yet. He had to explain this to Wen Wan; he'd borrowed it from her, after all.

After explaining, Meng Fan shamelessly took another table back home with him. Of course, he paid for this one.

He'd already transferred his skills to sand art, and under the condition that it doesn't stress him out, Meng Fan decided he couldn't hide this talent. Plus after trying it, Meng Fan felt he quite enjoyed sand art. Maybe it was because his gained attributes could be used in sand art, or because he loved the feeling of performance. He quite enjoyed both.

As for how to deploy it… It had to be on the stream of course! He was still a long way from finis.h.i.+ng the [Famous Streamer] task, and he can't keep waiting for a gala to happen. He still had to stream. Not just for the experience, but to destress as well.

Drawing was a lonely job, and it really burns a person's patience—or to some people, it cultivated their patience—so if he occasionally streamed his art and chatted at the same time, he could relieve some of his boredom and fatigue.

He went back to school in the afternoon, accepting an array of "baptism" along the way without any surprises.

He attended one cla.s.s and ran 10 kilometers around 5:00 pm. Then he took a shower, had dinner with Wu Tong and headed home.

During his 8:00 pm stream, Meng Fan was shocked by the number of online viewers in ten minutes.

In such a short time, he'd reached 300,000 viewers!

Why?

Meng Fan knew he had left a good impression during his performance at the 11/11 gala since many people probably looked him up themselves. Some of them pursued it into the stream channel.

With this, he could probably rely on himself to complete the remaining experience for [Famous Streamer] without attending these galas.

The attribute that came with the t.i.tle was +10 charm. It was a very good motivator.