[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-gen-z-artist":3,"chapter-gen-z-artist-gen-z-artist-chapter-12":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Gen Z Artist",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2217801,3967,"Chapter 12","gen-z-artist-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>After staying at home for only a couple of days, school finally started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the day of registration, as soon as Fang Xinghe walked in, the students in the class exploded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy crap, brother, you're really awesome!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My god! Fang Xinghe is way too handsome, isn't he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Last semester he was just a little handsome, but after one vacation, he's basically caught up to Takeshi Kaneshiro.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's just so-so... *slurp*.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fang Xinghe is so cool, I really want to date him...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the good students and goody-two-shoes in the class couldn't sit still either, whispering to their friends one by one, their eyes never leaving the male succubus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In order to compete in the Magic City, Fang Xinghe had specifically gotten his hair dyed a pure red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sides were shaved down to green stubble, and the hair on top was medium-length, styled with hair wax to look like a cluster of burning dark red flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His top-tier 99 appearance meant his perfect bone structure could suit any hairstyle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that his whole face was exposed, he was simply killing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To highlight that rebellious temperament, the scheming boy had also shaved his eyebrows thinner, adding three parts of sharpness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect was such that not only were they shocked, but Fang Xinghe himself was almost becoming narcissistic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Generally speaking, only shallow men would overly care about their own appearance, but Fang Xinghe felt he was different—I'm not shallow, I'm exceptionally shallow!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hehehe~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why it was red hair...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slam Dunk had just finished not long ago, and Jordan's deification had driven the expansion of the basketball craze. With such high-quality hype, why wouldn't a leader of the water army take advantage of it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was truly impatient to go to the exam hall, where he would go on a killing spree, so brutal that the blood would drift and not a blade of grass would remain, making reporters take the initiative to write articles praising him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting the national readership for the first time, do I count as the most sincere one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Definitely, the media will love him to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Old Fang entered the classroom, he habitually swept his gaze to the back, then suddenly slapped his forehead and sighed heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fang Xinghe, what are you doing again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bringing glory to our alma mater!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe bullshitted righteously: \"I'm going to the Magic City to compete soon. That place is already very exclusionary; we can't let people think we're from the countryside. Otherwise, even if we win, it's easy to be seen as having just had dumb luck. Don't you agree, sir?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss... now that you put it that way, it really is quite necessary...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Fang smiled bitterly and shook his head, then took out a certificate: \"Here, your competition certificate. Keep it safe, don't lose it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe didn't need to ask for leave to go out and roam, but for the competition, he needed a certificate issued by the school, otherwise, Group B wouldn't recognize it and he would be relegated to Group C.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, teacher. By the way, please keep an eye on Fang Yuting; she's been pestering me again lately...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yuting, who was sneaking over, widened her eyes in astonishment, her whole body trembling with anger and turning cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this man a dog?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can you please restore your cold, domineering, and rebellious aura?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe raised an eyebrow at her, then happily watched as she was dragged away by her father by the back of her collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result was that it benefited Lu Tingting—she could cling to the Eagle King as soon as she turned her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, without Fang Dandan charging in front, she returned to being quiet, obediently studying with her male god, which was quite cute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While studying and exercising, time flew by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On March 23rd, Fang Xinghe stepped onto the journey again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called express train to the Magic City wasn't much faster, but this time the ticket could be reimbursed, so Fang Xinghe chose a sleeper berth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultivated the whole way by the mixed smell of smelly feet, scallion pancakes, tea eggs, and cigarettes, Fang Xinghe wrote a new essay in one go: \"The Jianghu on the Green-Skinned Train.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His focused writing posture attracted the big sister in the upper berth opposite him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was truly a beautiful sister in her prime, mature and elegant, intellectual with a great figure, exuding an aura that attracted bees and butterflies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since she boarded in the Imperial Capital, the other two big brothers in the same compartment had tried to strike up a conversation more than once, but unfortunately, they only received polite and distant rejections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, she took the initiative to offer Fang Xinghe an olive branch for a chat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little student, are you creating something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister, let's be direct.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe looked up at her, then withdrew his gaze nonchalantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're bored, but I'm busy. Did you take a fancy to this face, or are you just looking for someone to kill time with? Lay it out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're really an interesting kid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sister completely put down the *Zhiyin* magazine in her hand, looking like she wanted to get to the bottom of things and have a long talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Fang Xinghe saw the magazines she had on the table—*Zhiyin*, *Yilin*, *Reader*, *Youth Digest*—he didn't really want to bother with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, this group of concentrated chicken soup turned things upside down and shifted their focus abroad, but he still knew the early \"high-concentration Yilin\" meme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just bullied the people of the country for not having seen the outside world, forcibly prying people's mouths open to shove dog food in, and if you wouldn't eat it, they'd whip you... what a load of crap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even though a manuscript fee of 1,000 yuan per thousand words was within reach, Fang Xinghe never thought about submitting to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Gen Z reborn person, he couldn't leave behind such a dark history even if he starved to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe really didn't want to bother with her; he found these early female literary youths who only had \"thunder\" very annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the sister was just too good at it... she brought a lot of food!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Fang Xinghe responded half-heartedly, during which he shamelessly mooched four barrels of Master Kong instant noodles, two bags of vacuum-packed chicken, four bags of beef jerky, and various fruits, snacks, and AD calcium milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two big brothers were green with envy, but how could they learn this? There was no learning it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, by the time they were about to get off, Fang Xinghe still hadn't revealed anything, while the sister had even spilled the beans about her ex-boyfriend not paying back money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this, she probed several times: \"You're quite mature, are you really not eighteen yet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing her hidden expectations, Fang Xinghe smiled at her very unsportingly: \"More than eighteen, happy now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That smile was very professional—it was the kind of high-sugar, shallow smile that idols in the future used, knowing they were handsome, practiced meticulously, and especially capable of showing their own charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who wouldn't be dazed by that?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sister's earlobes turned slightly red instantly, she covered her mouth shyly, and her eyes began to brim with the charm that often overflows after a woman is fully ripe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she sat down on the lower berth on this side, which was Fang Xinghe's berth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very good, he had new writing material—\"The Years When I Was Chased by Rich Women Wherever I Went.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the draft of the new article was finished, the Magic City finally arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe pulled up his pants and left—a metaphorical rhetorical device; he hadn't actually taken them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Magic City thirty years ago was a sight Fang Xinghe couldn't have imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was very chaotic near the train station, extremely chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't very clean after exiting the station either. The Red Armbands were working hard, but unfortunately, there wasn't much they could manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, as soon as Fang Xinghe appeared, he was targeted by ill-intentioned thieves, black-cab drivers in a hurry to leave, grandmas who didn't know if they were scammers, and hotel landladies dressed up and shouting, \"Our girl is pretty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly great, the Magic City is really enthusiastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe slapped away a hand that reached out and swept a sharp gaze over, and the sleazy, skinny man walked away as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were plenty of targets; if one was hard to handle, just change to another. No need to get stuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The competition staff had explained in advance how to take the subway, but before Fang Xinghe could execute it, the sister pulled him toward the other side of the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go, little brother, I'll take you wherever you're going.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he saw her ugly, square-headed Mercedes, the youth realized that the gold content of his own appearance was still rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, let's mooch some more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in the sister's car, they arrived at the intersection of Zhaojiabang Road and Dong'an Road, and Fang Xinghe signaled that he had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before getting out, the sister handed him a business card again, urging: \"If you have any trouble, call me in time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay, thank you, Sister Lei.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe's attitude was extremely obedient, and then, after getting out of the car and walking past the intersection, he casually threw the business card into the trash can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of Shanghai young lady, who was clearly a second-generation, could indeed solve many troubles, but the troubles she carried herself were also far beyond Fang Xinghe's current level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, the fate ends here; let's just forget each other in the Jianghu. Why would I want to be clingy with you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe walked away gracefully, but he didn't know that the sister had been staring at him from the car the whole time. Until she saw him throw the business card away, she gritted her teeth and laughed: \"Little brat! So arrogant, really annoying...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn't that a coincidence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Qigang, the secretary-general of the New Concept organizing committee, also had the same first impression of Fang Xinghe: arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>",1705,"2026-06-17T12:54:33.490Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","266d1b6ef8df249b5b6a7fd6531755325d2765292fde9418ab5f346ae5795563","gen-z-artist-chapter-13","gen-z-artist-chapter-11",150,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fgen-z-artist-cover.jpg"]