Chapter 3

Ate dinner.

Zhang Xian pulled a wicker chair to the courtyard gate and lay down.

By this time, the sun had already clocked out; the air had lost the stifling heat of midsummer and gained a touch of coolness.

A light breeze occasionally blew in from the alley entrance, very comfortable.

Zhang Xian opened TikTok and critically scrolled through some "big white legs"!

"Xiaoxian, looking at pretty girls again?"

Zhang Zhaodi came over with a small stool and sat down beside Zhang Xian.

"I feel sorry for them—so young, why not do something better!"

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Zhang Xian pointed at the screen, gesturing indignantly at the flirtatious beauties.

"But you watch them for hours every day~"

Zhang Zhaodi propped her chin on one hand, her expression sweetly clueless.

"Uh..."

Zhang Xian was speechless, quickly swiping his phone screen—only to find the next video still featured a girl in a body-hugging skirt showing off her big white legs.

All one can say is, big data really knows him!

Inside the house.

Zhang Dongshan started today's live stream.

Among streamers his age, Zhang Dongshan's looks were still decent, and with his decent singing, he'd accumulated a number of older female fans.

After he went live, more than twenty viewers gradually joined the room.

The female fan named Hua Kai Fu Gui sent him a pair of sunglasses worth 99 Dou...

"Thank you, Hua Kai Fu Gui, for the sunglasses—appreciate your support!"

Zhang Dongshan blew a kiss to the camera, chatted with viewers for a bit, then began singing.

Though older, he was still a talent streamer, streaming two or three hours every night, almost entirely singing; in his room, viewers could request songs by sending sunglasses.

His nightly earnings were decent—sometimes a hundred or so, sometimes five or six hundred, and occasionally, when an old fan was in a good mood, he'd clear over a thousand!

In short, life is hard—Old Zhang sells his art!

What can you do? He's got a useless son!

He talked about not letting Zhang Xian mooch off him, but Old Zhang still longed to hold a grandchild soon; relying on his own brat to earn money for a house and wife was hopeless, so the money for the house still had to come from Old Zhang.

After singing a while, the number of viewers rose to over a hundred.

For Zhang Dongshan, with over five thousand fans, this viewer count was steady—after all, over three thousand of those fans were paid "zombie fans," bought just to pad the numbers.

"Thank you, Ren Jian Fan Hua, for the sunglasses! Next, I'll sing my original song, 'Apple Fragrance,' for you!"

Zhang Dongshan decided to sing his son's song and see how it was received.

He added the backing track Zhang Xian sent him to his playlist, then began to sing.

【Red-billed geese return, reeds sway in the wind】

【Across the river, Sha Wu Lie Tai】

【Are you here today...】

Zhang Dongshan, after all, was a professional singer—his vocal skill was flawless; years had deepened his voice into a low, magnetic timbre, delivering this folk-style song with perfect authenticity.

"Good, good!"

"Nice!"

"Bro Shan is so talented!"

"This original song isn't worse than his past ones!"

"Such a great song never blew up? What a waste!"

During the instrumental break, viewers flooded the chat with praise.

Zhang Dongshan glanced at the scrolling comments, smiling in surprise—he'd examined the song carefully after receiving it, and his own evaluation had been: decent, not stunning, but not bad either.

But based on his experience, such "mediocre works" rarely gained traction; in his view, this song wasn't notably better than the ones he'd sung over the years!

Yet the viewers had given positive feedback—though such praise couldn't be fully trusted, since those who stayed long in his room were loyal fans who naturally cheered him on.

Still, these compliments made him happy, because this song was written by his son, Zhang Xian.

If his son could write a song some viewers actually liked, he wasn't entirely useless!

Suddenly, a sleek sports car appeared on the live screen!

Zhang Dongshan's eyes lit up instantly: "Thank you, Chun Nuan Hua Kai, for the sports car!"

At that moment, the viewer who'd just sent the car, Chun Nuan Hua Kai, posted a comment: Can you sing that last song again? So good!!

Uh...

Zhang Dongshan paused slightly—he hadn't expected someone to send a sports car just to hear "Apple Fragrance" once more.

But Zhang Dongshan naturally wouldn't refuse such a request; he'd always allowed song requests with sunglasses, let alone a sports car!

Sing!

One sports car per song!

I'll sing you into bankruptcy!

Zhang Dongshan silently grumbled, then cleared his throat: "Chun Nuan Hua Kai, you sent the sports car—alright, I'll sing 'Apple Fragrance' again!"

So, after a while.

The sound of "Apple Fragrance" filled Zhang Dongshan's room again.

【In Liu Xing Jie, the melody still echoes】

Bayin music?

A Li Ke Sang De La's Bakery

Is the bread out of the oven yet?】

Zhang Xian didn't pay attention to his old man's livestream. He sat at the courtyard gate for a while to enjoy the cool air, then went back to his room to play games.

After battling in the canyon for several hours, Zhang Xian cursed and quit the game.

Stupid teammates!

Don't know how to support, don't know how to push lanes!

He opened Douyin again and started watching the "Big White Legs" livestream — as everyone knows, the midnight version of Douyin is even better.

And just as Zhang Xian was watching with great interest—

A mechanical prompt suddenly rang in his mind again.

Ding!

The system has detected that Zhang Dongshan meets the requirements for a Lying Flat Assistant.

【Yes】 【No】 Bind?

Huh?

What the heck is a Lying Flat Assistant??

Zhang Xian set down his phone with a bewildered look.

"Hello, Host. I am the system assistant Pingping. It's a pleasure to serve you."

"The current system level is LV. 1. One Lying Flat Assistant can be bound."

"After a successful binding, the Host will receive double the Lying Flat Assistant's income as a reward!"

"At the same time, the Host can help the Lying Flat Assistant improve their own attributes..."

A gentle female voice suddenly rang out, answering Zhang Xian's confusion.

"You're the system customer service?"

Zhang Xian asked curiously.

"You could understand it that way."

"Your name is Pingping?"

"Yes, Host."

"Can I change the name?"

"You can."

"Forget it, Pingping sounds pretty nice too!"

"Tell me more in detail — what's the deal with this Lying Flat Assistant?"

"Okay..."

The system customer service Pingping then gave Zhang Xian a very detailed explanation of what a "Lying Flat Assistant" was. To sum it up simply, it was someone who helped Zhang Xian make money.

If you lie flat, someone has to carry the burden forward for you.

But the bound person naturally benefits too — they can receive Zhang Xian's help and thereby achieve extraordinary accomplishments in their respective fields.

It can be said to be a win-win outcome.

Bind!

Bind right now!

After understanding everything, Zhang Xian immediately gave his response.

Ding!

Congratulations, Host, on successfully binding one Lying Flat Assistant.

Ding!

Number One Lying Flat Assistant is online.

Name: Zhang Dongshan

Age: 53 years old

Profession: Singer

Professional Skill: B-grade

Health Condition: B-grade

(Note: Professional Skill and Health Condition are each divided into seven grades: E, D, C, B, A, S, S+. The Host can help improve them later!)