Chapter 11: Bombing the field, I'm serious!

Actually, regardless of whether the news of the semi-finals came or not, Fang Xinghe was ready to go home.

The second semester of the second year of middle school was

The next day, having packed his bags, the time for parting arrived.

"Master, I will come back again during the summer vacation!"

It was Yu Xiaoduo who said this, eyes brimming with tears, filled with reluctance.

"Mm, practice well."

Master Zhong nodded gently with his hands behind his back, his large sleeves fluttering, possessing the air of an immortal.

Fang Xinghe clasped his hands in front of his chest, left hand over right, thumbs tucked in, the other four fingers pressed together, and bowed.

"Master, I will never forget the grace of your instruction. Please take care."

"Meetings and partings have their times; there is no need to dwell on it."

Although he said this, Master Zhong stroked his beard, holding back again and again, but still couldn't help adding one more sentence:

"Do not slack off after you return. When you have the time and energy, I will introduce you to the other two major schools of Baji, the Mengcun Old Frame and the Luotuan Hard Frame. After that, it will depend on what you can achieve yourself."

Yu Xiaoduo: So, am I actually the one with better natural talent? I always feel like this treatment is a bit too different...

Fang Xinghe naturally understood this deep affection, so he bowed deeply, feeling gratitude in his heart.

He said goodbye to his fellow disciples one by one and stepped onto the journey home.

After another 40-hour ride, when he stepped onto the land of the county town again, it was already early spring.

He got home, threw down his things, went to the bathhouse for a thorough scrub, rubbed off half a catty of dead skin, and when Fang Xinghe stood in front of the mirror again, he was strikingly a top-tier handsome youth with a noble and elegant bearing.

When he had just been reborn, he was merely common wild grass, but now, his appearance was 99, his height 174, and his skill bar was full; he hadn't wasted a single moment.

[Attribute Panel]

Appearance Attributes: Appearance 99, Physique 72

Physical Attributes: Strength 54, Speed 80, Stamina 61, Agility 75, Flexibility 73

Hidden Attributes: Coordination 72, Perception 60, Recovery 74, Immunity 61, Health 71

Artistic Attributes: Writing 79

[Skill Panel]

Wudang Taiji Stance: 42

Wudang Taiji Thirteen Forms: 33

Basic Swordsmanship: 28

Basic Footwork: 27

Basic Leg Techniques: 25

Mengcun New Frame Baji: 10

Six Harmonies Great Spear: 12

[Starlight Panel]

[Fan Count: 128]

[Starlight Value: 4758]

[Star Brilliance Value: 0]

Fang Xinghe was in his growth spurt, and all his attributes had improved.

However, compared to the explosive growth of his physical attributes, the hidden attributes were rising too slowly, creeping up by one or two points.

There was likely no way around this; external attributes were just easier to train, while internal talent was very hard to improve, so he could only pin his hopes on Starlight.

His fan count was rising quite quickly; people he had frequent daily contact with basically all had a bit of a good impression of him.

However, over such a long period, 128 fans had only contributed less than 5,000 Starlight, which was truly pitiful.

And this meant an iron law—when nothing is happening, the emotional projection of ordinary fans toward an idol is clearly insufficient.

That made sense; everyone had their own lives, why would they think of you when there's nothing going on?

Die-hard fans were, after all, a tiny minority.

To solve this problem, he had to have enough works.

With more works, fans could take a glance when they were bored, and naturally, they would think of him.

If the quantity of works could solve the issue of relevance—that is, the frequency of triggers—then the quality of works could solve the issue of emotional investment, which is the degree of being moved.

When works are both numerous and good, one's artistic life becomes healthy and long-lasting.

But there was still a detail here: numerous and good works ≠ numerous and die-hard fans; these were two different things.

The nuances involved were enough to write N academic papers; only Fang Xinghe, who had been on the front lines of marketing for years, could sort this out. Talent agencies and even the stars themselves in this era were completely clueless about this.

Therefore, looking at his own dazzlingly handsome self in the mirror, Fang Xinghe was satisfied, deeply feeling that the future was promising.

"The first step has been successfully taken. Next, just keep charging forward. Let's go, you big handsome hunk!"

Happily returning to the small courtyard, Baofu and Tao Dang had already snuck in with the little eagles. As soon as everyone saw Fang Xinghe, a burst of exclamations erupted.

Except for Duoyu, who was already used to it, everyone was shocked.

"Holy crap!"

"Brother, why are you getting more and more handsome?"

"Exactly! You were handsome before you left, but it wasn't this exaggerated..."

"Even your eyes have changed?"

"Oh my god, I can't take it, my heart is pounding... Great King, do you need a mountain-stronghold mistress? I can do anything!"

"Get lost, you slutty, ugly freak!"

"You're the one who should get lost, you bean sprout!"

The two female eagles started arguing for no reason. Although it wasn't a big deal, Fang Xinghe felt quite guilty.

Sigh, blame it on my damn charm.

Regarding his friends' confusion, he didn't explain.

His original appearance of 75 wasn't ugly, and now that he had grown to his limit, he could just brush it off by saying he had "blossomed during puberty." He was too lazy to make up excuses, and no one would guess the truth anyway.

For now, just being vain was enough.

Besides, his sloppy clothes and ugly hairstyle had sealed off at least 9 points of his potential.

Wait until I get myself cleaned up; then you will truly understand what "appearance shock" means.

After laughing and messing around for a while, Fang Xinghe treated them to skewers. With over a dozen half-grown kids plus drinks, it only cost a little over 100 yuan.

The cold dishes at this time were also truly delicious. Even though they were off-season varieties grown in greenhouses, the cucumbers were incredibly flavorful, and the tomatoes were even more sour, sweet, and soft, so fragrant that Fang Huai's scalp tingled.

Then he couldn't understand: for such delicious varieties, why were they phased out?

Never mind, I'll eat two every day from now on.

After a satisfying meal, as they were finishing, Baofu asked sneakily: "Brother, a new dance hall opened in the county..."

"What dance hall!"

Fang Xinghe felt this kid was really getting carried away, so he slapped the back of his head: "Aren't the computer rooms enough for you to play in?"

The slightest noise was heard by Fang Dandan, who rushed over, jumping: "Take me! Take me!"

Fine, let's all go then.

A group of over a dozen people swarmed into what wasn't yet called an internet cafe.

They turned on the computers and sat down. Fang Xinghe was busy dealing with the clingy Fang Dandan when a familiar yet strange "di-di" sound suddenly came from not far away.

Huh? There's QQ now?

Fang Xinghe turned his head and asked Zhang Qi: "What is that software for?"

Zhang Qi explained excitedly: "For chatting and making friends! Big Brother, I'll help you download one, it's super interesting!"

"Sure."

He let him fiddle with it, and finally, a little penguin called QICQ appeared on the desktop.

After a brief study, Fang Xinghe successfully registered an account. Good heavens, 5 digits, starting with 1, 11588!

Is Tony Ma having such a hard time now?

As he was laughing, Fang Dandan and the others also got their own accounts and started adding each other as friends.

Fang Xinghe was clumsily fiddling with the crude software when suddenly a smart aleck sent a message: "Hello! Are you a GG or an MM?"

Who is this? Learning so fast.

He replied casually: "I am a GG."

Then he clicked on the other person's avatar to look... Huh? 10001, the number one QQ, isn't this Tony Ma's account?

While he was stunned, Mr. Ma's reply arrived: "What a coincidence, I am an MM! Hello there."

Pfft!

Fang Xinghe almost sprayed his iced cola onto the screen; he felt it was incredibly bizarre.

No, Big Brother, what is your situation?!

He thought it might be a mistake, so he probed: "Really? I don't believe it."

Qiu Ye: "Really! If you don't believe me, look at my avatar!"

He saw it; it had changed from a blue male head to a big-eyed female head with purple hair.

He really is a moron...

Clearly a science and engineering guy, who gave you the courage to play this game?

Fang Xinghe laughed uncontrollably and replied: "Alright then, I am a social big brother. From now on, GG will cover you!"

Qiu Ye: "Really? You're so amazing! Where are you from?"

Xinghe Canlan: "Everything north of the Shanhai Pass is my territory. Remember, if you have any trouble in the future, come here and just report my name. You can kill whoever you want!"

Tony Ma went silent; he was probably cringing right now...

Fang Xinghe laughed for a while, browsed the internet to check the news, felt it was boring, and prepared to go home.

Before leaving, Fang Dandan clung to him again, pestering him: "When are you leaving for the Magic City? Will you bring us gifts?"

"Yo, when you want gifts, you know to bring Lu Tingting along?"

"Look at that, we're good sisters!"

"Then you should spend your own money to buy gifts for your good sister; that's called sincerity. And as for me, being the errand runner, it wouldn't be excessive to charge a little service fee, right?"

"Eh?!"

The little girl was led into a trap by Fang Xinghe. Just as she was about to ponder where it went wrong, the leader of the internet water army used his usual trump card: "I reckon I have to leave on the 23rd. The green-skinned train is too slow; it's really a torture."

Fang Yuting felt both disappointed and heartbroken upon hearing this.

"That is indeed tiring. It's a pity I didn't pass the preliminary round, otherwise I could have gone with you..."

You should just give it a rest; it's fortunate you didn't pass.

Fang Xinghe was full of internal complaints. He coaxed her and Lu Tingting together like children and hurried away.

13 years old! What a sin...

He couldn't stay idle at home either, continuing to work hard.

Fang Xinghe drew two pictures and went to the market to find an old tailor.

"You mean, you want to make a fitted Zhongshan suit?"

The master felt a bit sorry for his money: "But you're still growing, right? If it's too fitted, you won't be able to wear it after a time or two!"

Isn't being handsome once enough?

Fang Xinghe replied with a smile: "There's an important occasion; I have to dress well."

"Alright then, come pick it up in a week."

The old master sighed, then muttered softly: "I have to say, this fitted Zhongshan suit without chest pockets actually looks quite good..."

What did Fang Xinghe know about fashion design?

It was just a simple, minimalist, slim-fit Zhongshan suit, paired with a small stand-up collar white shirt.

Even in the future, it would highlight one's appearance and physique, and now... tsk tsk.

I am serious about blowing the roof off the place.