There were many performances within Song Cheng, the most famous one among them being, 'Song Cheng's Thousand Romances'. "Miss w.a.n.g Tossing the Silk Ball' could also count as one of the most popular ones. 

The venue was located just below the city wall, hence there was no need to buy an extra ticket. The performances took place throughout the day so that everyone who pa.s.sed could see it happening. Everytime it got to the part where the silk ball was tossed, the grounds were filled up with people.　

This program had two main attractions. One was naturally the silk ball toss, for some people desired to be hit by it, while others prayed it did not hit them. The rest of them, heh. Most were conflicted between receiving it or not, making them rowdier than the other batch. One could never desire too much drama. 

The other attraction was the dialogue between the"son-inlaw" they invited up and the w.a.n.g manor's owner, the esquire. This was by far the most interesting element of the show. Yes, what else could be more interesting than watching a crowd?!　　

Meng Fan had been to Song Cheng several times and seen this show several times. Before he thought it was fun to watch the attraction, but now, he was the attraction. 　

When Meng Fan's 'steel tower-esque' figure appeared at the top of the city walls, the crowd below immediately began jeering and applauding. 　

A person of Meng Fan's proportions might not be welcomed elsewhere, but in this 'attraction', he was definitely considered a hot commodity. 

Even the esquire began to smile. TV stations valued ratings, movies valued box offices, and the performances here naturally valued its visitor count. 　

Undoubtedly, Meng Fan was the most 'valuable' tourist who had been hit by the ball in the last few days. 　

Miss w.a.n.g also smiled, a very pretty one at that. It's not like she had to marry him for real. 

Nothing needed to be said about the servants behind her. 　

The esquire began: "What is your surname young n.o.ble, who is this person seeking her hand?"

"I am no n.o.ble, my last name is Ji..." 

Meng Fan looked down from his post on the city wall. Hordes and hordes of people were looking up, and even more were rus.h.i.+ng to see. His mouth forcefully swallowed back the final vowels "Yi Ao".　

There were a lot of people. Meng Fan couldn't count how many, but there must be 800, if not 1000. 

In front of this kind of big scene, Meng Fan would be shaking in his feet if it had been before. 　

As for now, his feet were still shaking, but he was excited!　

They were people, right? 　

To Meng Fan, it was just a big boss waiting to be defeated!　

"Ji, what an ancient surname! Has your family arranged a marriage partner yet?"　

The esquire was stunned by the surname Meng Fan had provided. After all, he had read the book 'On the self-cultivation of actors', and quickly immersed himself in his character, setting the rhythm for the following scenes. 

Meng Fan had seen the following procedures before. The opportunity was so rare. How could he follow the rhythm given by the esquire? He gulped, and a sly smile formed on his face. "Mister, you should be able to see, based on my figure, I should be next door in Gao Lao Zhuang!" 

Meng Fan bit the bullet. His skin was so thick that he didn't even stutter. However... People with talent were also daring? Either way, Meng Fan thought he couldn't go wrong by dissing himself when he first arrived. 

A well-intended laughter broke out among the audience. 　　

The esquire was stunned again. He'd seen all kinds of tourists, but this model was his first time. He sneered a little. "I did not expect the young n.o.ble to be so humorous." 

The following procedure was not going to follow the original, racking their brains, the esquire was confident he could settle all the issues on this acre. 

Only, Meng Fan did not allow him to display his wisdom. He took a step forward and covered the esquire with the area of his body. 

Meng Fan said to the strangers below. "Gather around, let me show you guys a dance!" 

"Okay!"　　

"Let's see it!" 

The audiences did not care for the show's intended program, as long as there was a commotion, they were satisfied. Not to mention, this commotion was way more interesting than the original!　

"Like like like like like like like like like like like like!" 

Meng Fan began to twist his body, hands outstretched with thumbs upright. Pus.h.i.+ng back and forth, his mouth screaming the rhythm—as regular rhythms wouldn't satisfy Meng Fan's alternating hand speed. When accelerated, his arms became blurred like a ghost. 

What the h.e.l.l! 　

Whether it was the high-level ministers on the stage or the tourists in the audience, like Zhang Zhou Wei, the people who saw his dance felt the burn in their eyes, looking petrified. 

The difference was that instead of screaming at him like Zhang Zhou Wei had done, the tourists began to laugh and cheer in applause. 

This was much better than the regular commotion, what a great day! 

As for the actors playing the high ranking minister, he were very embarra.s.sed, heart pumping, thinking that an accident was going to happen. Once they saw the cheering from the audience below, they collectively let out sighs of relief. As long as the audience didn't start screaming profanities, this was an acceptable turn of events. 

Of course, they couldn't watch the lump of a man dance around forever. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"　

The esquire had enough, rus.h.i.+ng forward and smiling awkwardly. "The young n.o.ble is indeed humorous!"　

He turned to the audience and said: "Since this young n.o.ble has his eye on Miss Gao from next door, then I will continue tossing the silk ball in search of a new son in law!"　

Usually, they waited a while before tossing again, but with Meng Fan's shenanigans, they couldn't wait to throw it immediately. 

"Young n.o.ble, this way please." 

The staff dressed as the family members escorted Meng Fan down the steps.　　

Meng Fan blankly followed. 　　

"Task phase two is now done!"　

It wasn't until Meng Fan descended the wall that he snapped back to reality. 　

What an awesome experience that was, and it had been less than a minute!　

Meng Fan had gestured at least 150 times, and there had to be about 1000, if not 800 people in the audience. He had directly brushed out 127,000 likes in one go! 　

He'd completed the required 100,000 likes for task phase 2 in seconds! 

If it wasn't for the hindrance by the esquire actor, he could have given out least 365 blessings on the dot.　　

"Beep! You've manually reached 100,000 likes, completing task phase 2 of [Adoration Fever]. Reward: Achievement points +100, validation +1." 

This was the alert that had sounded while Meng Fan was doing his 'Thumbs Up dance'. If he counted the 20,000 or so likes he'd acc.u.mulated from before, his total count should be over 150,000. 

If he could grasp this kind of opportunity seven or eight more times, 1000 achievement points would be in his grasp. 

"Sir." 

Meng Fan took the opportunity and grabbed the hand of a family member actor, asking sincerely: "When is your next silk ball toss?"

The actor was scared by Meng Fan's sudden outburst, and replied: "They just said they'd be tossing it soon." 

"Thanks."

Meng Fan let go of his hand and thanked him again, squeezing back into the crowd. 

Although the chances were slim, he still wanted to try. In case he got hit again, it didn't matter what he said once he got on stage, as long as he stuck out his thumbs, he could easily get at least 100 motions out. 

Only, even if he gained another point in 'validation', it was still just a sense of existence, not the G.o.d tier attribute of '100% catching a silk ball'. 

Miss w.a.n.g, who was perched above the city gate had obviously seen Meng Fan, who was eager to catch the ball again. Remembering his momentous 'thumbs up 'dance, her hands shook. Without any fancy action, she hastily threw the ball towards the direction that Meng Fan could not possibly reach. 

Meng Fan was fast and his body was large, but even that would not help him reach the ball among the sea of people. Seeing the silk ball being received by a handsome glowing young man, Meng Fan felt pitiful. 

What now? 

He directed an array of thumbs up towards this young man. 

You're great!

Taking it full circle, he attracted all the visitors around him. 

Not bad, he got more than 4000 in one go. 

After all, he had just come down from above. And he had just performed a brilliant 'thumbs up' dance for everyone present. And he had just gained another point of validation. A lot of visitors had noticed him. 

Only it was a pity that the tourists farther away couldn't see him even if they wanted to, therefore unable to receive his blessing. There was no height advantage now.