Chapter 139

The applause, cheers, and shouts nearly blew the roof off the convention center.

Growing up, it was the first time he'd ever known that listening to kuaiban could be this thrilling? That a single pair of bamboo clappers could blow up the whole room?

Su Meng is awesome!

……

"Bravo!" Inside the livestream, countless netizens nearly stood up at the same time, shouting their approval.

Not just them—everyone in Deyun Society was the same.

Although they were all professionals too, kuaiban and tongue-twisters were their fundamental skills.

But precisely because of that, they knew even better how difficult this routine was, and where its brilliance lay.

Gao Feng was so excited his face had flushed a deep red.

Although he was the number-one kuaiban performer in Deyun Society, watching Su Meng's performance, he felt ashamed of his own inferiority.

……

"Bravo!"

Shi Fukuan also slapped the table in amazement, a few shades of blush rising to his own face.

"Who is this? Looking across the whole country, there aren't a few people who could match this ability!"

"Whose disciple did he learn from? How come I never heard of this?"

The little grandson behind him was also a bit dumbfounded, and blurted out instinctively.

"Grandpa, you might not believe it when I say it, but actually he's an actor—a professional face-paralyzed domineering-CEO type…"

Huh? Shi Fukuan and his son were instantly stunned.

With crosstalk skills like this, you're telling me he's an actor, a professional domineering-CEO type?

Before they could press further, the little grandson added.

"Um… he's also a suona master, a wedding MC, a professional rapper, and also…"

The little grandson's expression grew ever stranger.

"He's also a professional beggar…"

What the heck?

The old man was completely dumbfounded now…

……

"One more! One more!"

Su Meng finally finished this segment, and countless people below shouted in unison.

Seeing so many people shared his mind, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Su Meng chuckled, cupped his fists, and said.

"Since everyone enjoys it, I'll have to put in some more effort."

"But at least let me catch my breath."

"How about this—let's have Xiao Yueyue do a segment, what do you say?"

"If he slips up again, we'll all boo him together!"

"Yes! Xiao Yueyue, give us one!" countless people in the audience shouted at once.

Even though listening to Xiao Yueyue do kuaiban wasn't quite as thrilling, they could still boo him!

Xiao Yueyue naturally knew to seize the opportunity.

This time he didn't dare attempt anything too difficult, and chose a relatively easy segment.

This time he performed quite properly, and the audience below, playing along, gave him continuous applause and cheers.

This kind of atmosphere was exactly what crosstalk performers loved most.

Especially since Xiao Yueyue was a stage-type performer—the bigger the crowd, the more pumped he got.

Subconsciously, it seemed his kuaiban skills had even improved a notch or two.

The rest of the entire convention had completely become the world of Su Meng and Xiao Yueyue.

The two of them played off each other—one segment after another, all kinds of traditional kuaiban pieces appearing on this stage one after another.

Originally Su Meng had also performed a few anime-themed kuaiban pieces.

But later on, whenever he tried another anime kuaiban, the audience below didn't bother playing along and booed him outright.

That stuff was just fast food—listening to one or two segments still felt fresh.

After hearing too many, it was just that.

Compared with Su Meng's traditional kuaiban, the gap was far too great.

Listening to Su Meng perform traditional kuaiban was still the most fun.

Speaking of which, how was that mouth of his even built?

Did he not need to breathe?

……

"Hahaha… Bravo! Well said!"

Uncle Yu's wrinkles on his face all bloomed into smiles as he watched the TV and praised repeatedly.

Guo Dagang also nodded again and again, his heart filled with even deeper emotion.

Originally he had thought Su Meng doing Naruto fast-rap was Hu Nao, but now looking at it, how was that Hu Nao?

This was clearly promoting fast-rap.

This kid, he really is…

……

GLOSSARY:

Su Meng, Deyun Society, Gao Feng, Shi Fukuan, Xiao Yueyue, Uncle Yu, Guo Dagang, Hu Nao, Naruto

"Good, good, the Kuaibanzhe Sect craft has a worthy successor."

Shi Fukuan sighed with emotion as well, and the way he looked at Su Meng had completely changed.

How can this child be so good-looking? How can he be so pleasing to the eye?

Only little grandson saw the whole scene, his face full of grievance.

5555… I'm no longer Grandpa's favorite little one.

Su Meng, you actually competing with me for favor — truly the lifelong enemy of my life!

Just as he was gnashing his teeth, his father suddenly turned his head.

"You just said he used to blow the suona, take on funeral gigs, and beg for food?"

Little grandson nodded helplessly.

"Yeah, that was when we were recording those two episodes."

"Oh…" Father nodded, speaking with feigned calm.

"Later find me the video, I want to see how his suona playing is."

Shi Fukuan turned his head and chuckled.

"You're thinking of waiting for me to pass, then having him come blow the suona to send me off, right?"

"Blowing the suona would be fine, but when that day really comes, if you can invite him to sing a fast-rap piece to see me off, then I'd be content."

Little grandson suddenly got anxious.

"Grandpa, you don't know — Su Meng's funeral gigs are the real professional stuff."

"When you pass away, I'll definitely find a way to invite him to blow the suona for you."

"He's also written a lot of suona pieces for funeral gigs."

"《Grand Funeral》, 《Crying Through Five Watches》, 《Crying to the Emperor》, 《Farewell Lament》, 《A Peaceful Road to the West》…"

"You're sure to like them… uh…"

Little grandson suddenly gave a full-body shiver, as if a gust of yin wind had blown past…

No, that wasn't yin wind!

That was the wind brought by the Eighteen Styles of the Chicken-Feather Duster.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

……

"When did Su Meng learn fast-rap? Why do I feel he's even better than Xiao Xiao Yueyue?"

Duan Duan Jiangping stared at the screen, his face full of puzzlement.

On the other side, Qin Jie finally put down her phone.