Chapter 52: Post-80s Female Stars All Love Fang Xinghe

Fang Xinghe only learned about this the next day.

Fang Dandan and Lu Mensaoyi brought a big watermelon to comfort him, running around eagerly carrying bags, and proudly showed off to the big brother: "Big Boss, today Lu Tingting actually called me!"

Fang Xinghe glanced at the two big watermelons he had painstakingly carried, along with several cucumbers and tomatoes, and a pile of various snacks, and immediately felt reluctant.

But in the end, he still chose to encourage: "Ah yes yes yes, you really are becoming more and more important..."

What else could be done?

The big brother is also quite desperate, you know?

For boys under eighteen, they must rely on getting hurt to cure their idiot symptoms; outsiders and external forces are powerless.

Of course, the handsome guys are not in this category; it is always the ugly treasures who get hurt the most... ahem.

Not long after, Baofu, Xiao Yanbian, and the rest arrived together, bringing beer and fresh beef and mutton, then found a barbecue grill in the tiled house, preparing to grill some skewers to eat.

"Brother," Heizi said eagerly, "There are reporters lurking at the intersection again; do you want me to go scare them off?"

"No need."

Fang Xinghe lazily shook his head: "This kind of unconventional approach can be done once but not twice; never become dependent on it."

The youths, not understanding but feeling awed, nodded foolishly: "Oh, got it."

Little Eagle was indeed a bit naive, but he made up for it by being obedient; after more than half a year of contact, Fang Xinghe already had a deep affection for them.

"Are there many reporters outside?"

"Many!"

The youths chattered all at once: "One of them even interviewed me, damn it!"

"I saw two people heading to Teacher Fang's house!"

"Haha, Teacher Fang has been strutting with wind lately!"

"Don't talk about my dad!"

Fang Yuting had just frowned, but suddenly broke character, bursting out laughing with a "pfft": "He really likes reporters right now..."

"Hahahaha..."

Fang Xinghe was a bit puzzled: "The last wave just left, things had just settled down for two days, so why is it starting again?"

"You don't know?"

Fang Dandan and Lu Tingting turned their heads at the same time.

"Yesterday our Jilin Provincial Station broadcast your interview video, a full sixty minutes; it made them all stare in shock!"

"Oh! So that's how it is... I didn't watch it."

"Actually, we didn't see it either, but there's a rebroadcast today."

"Little Stutterer acted like a big loudspeaker, notifying everyone one by one, so today everyone came to your house to watch TV!"

The two of them talked back and forth, not even glancing sideways at anyone else.

Tao Dang grinned and stepped forward to join in: "Tingting, you should have said early on that you wanted to watch TV; come, sit next to me later, I'll accompany you! If you get tired, lean on my shoulder..."

Lu Tingting pressed her lips together, didn't respond, just lifted her small face and sweetly called out to Yu Xiaoduo: "Sixth Brother~~~"

Yu Xiaoduo clenched his fist, stayed silent, and went straight up to deliver a blow.

Bang!

Tao Dang fled in tears and wails, and the world was finally quiet.

Fang Xinghe looked at Lu Tingting, smiled helplessly and shook his head; this little quiet flirt is full of schemes...

Before 5:30, the boys and girls surged into the main hall together.

A few squatted in front of the TV, a few sat on the coffee table behind, and behind the coffee table, a circle stood in an arc, surrounding that huge 18-inch color TV in three rings.

But everyone left the space directly facing the TV in the middle; Fang Xinghe sat majestically on the sofa, with the lousy dog Fang Dandan sticking to his left, and Lu Tingting sitting obediently on his right; the setup looked like Mountain Bandit, which was somewhat outrageous.

The program started soon, and the chattering Little Eagles suddenly fell silent.

As soon as Fang Xinghe's figure appeared on the TV, the silence was shattered by a shout of "Wow!"

"Damn! Brother, you are so damn handsome!"

Indeed, Fang Xinghe felt the same himself.

The handsome Fang on TV sat lazily on a recliner, his back pressed firmly against it, relaxed but not listless, with body language carrying obvious nonchalance.

He wore a white dacron short-sleeved shirt on top, which reflected light strongly in the outdoor environment; his whole face did not look dark at all, emitting a glowing jade-like texture, combined with that lazy ease, suddenly giving a detached, otherworldly air that transcends the material.

And if focusing on details, his left forearm rested on the armrest, his right hand's five fingers lightly touched the square table; his fingers were slender, his finger bones symmetrical, his nails trimmed cleanly, every single part perfect.

Hand obsession is not popular now, but the cameraman's inexplicable close-up of the hands indeed captured a dazzling feeling.

Fang Dandan's eyes sparkled; he leaned in clingily and asked with a grin: "Dog... Hehe, where is that white shirt you wore that day?"

"What for?"

She urged impatiently: "Put it on quickly, put it on quickly, let your own sisters enjoy it first!"

"Damn! Sister Fang, you are so awesome!"

"Ahhh, okay okay okay!"

The little female eagles crowed like roosters to stir things up; Fang Xinghe slowly picked up a feather duster, swung it twice in the air to test the feel, then smiled gently: "How do you want to enjoy it?"

"Oh my god!"

Fang Dandan was startled into a shiver, leaped out with a "Ahh!", and only dared to show off again after hiding at the door.

"Sisters, this dog man is too good at pretending; if all else fails, let's pin him down and force him!"

"Hey, I think that works!"

"Okay okay okay! I'll go first!"

"..."

Fang Xinghe immediately had black lines all over his forehead; he quickly called Tao Dang over to his side and finally stopped their restlessness.

Now, he finally knew where that sudden surge of over ten million stars had come from.

It was all contributed by this bunch of openly, secretly, and quietly dreamy fans.

In my entire fanbase composition, just how many dreamers are there?

I don't know.

Anyway, the Thirteen Eagles plus Fang Dadan, a total of five girls, are all dreamers, day and day out craving that dog meat.

Damn, luckily we have the Left and Right Guardians, the excess bodyguards, and the filthy War God; otherwise, relying on myself alone, I'm afraid I really couldn't hold back this bunch of crazy women...

Wiping sweat, Fang Xinghe frowned and warned them to watch the interview properly; under the threat of exposing his crotch, it had some effect.

Then they finally watched the TV quietly—actually, they couldn't be quiet at all; a flock of ducks kept exclaiming, "Brother, you were so damn handsome during the interview!"

It wasn't that kind of good-looking based on looks, but a kind of "style" at the aura level.

Fang Xinghe did not deliberately pose any image; his bearing was not even dignified; the overall impression he gave was that he simply didn't take the interview seriously.

Relaxed but not sloppy, laziness hiding sharpness, powerful confidence bringing a firm tone, unhurried and clear answers always breaking through barriers...

The youths couldn't explain it, so they could only forcibly summarize it as—handsome.

But actually, that was an overall radiation field combining temperament, image, the stability of the core, the height of thinking, and comprehensive control.

To radiate things outward, you must first have things.

So the most important thing is the core, second is thinking, and finally only then are temperament and image.

And control runs through the whole, determining the direction and intensity of the radiation.

Many stars in domestic entertainment have good temperament and image, but as soon as they get to an interview, their entire bodies shrink sexually.

If the core is unstable, the person is like duckweed; crying is not crying, smiling is not smiling, always wearing a tight fake face;

If thinking is poor, they can't talk to the point, expression fails to convey meaning, content is shallow and lacks depth;

If comprehensive control is lacking, then forget about having any starlight.

For example, that batch of top-tier stars from Qianqian, none were any good; some were oily, some were stiff, some were stupid, some were crazy; impromptu interviews without a script to memorize were like those of an idiot.

Looking at Xiao Zhan's interview performance, the difference in quality was immediately apparent.

And Fang Xinghe was at an even higher level—without Director Xiao's red luck, yet possessing ten parts more confidence, ten parts more arrogance, and ten parts more spirit than him.

Adding the knowledge and insight that transcended the era, the uncultured young men could only shout "Wocao."

The youths watched with such excitement.

The young ladies were even more excited.

Yang Mi, aged thirteen that year, who had just graduated from Xuanwu Experimental Primary School, stood in the middle of the living room, screaming and jumping up and down.

Father Yang Xiaolin pushed open the door after work and heard his beloved shouting loudly in the kitchen: "Old Yang, go turn off her TV! She's been shouting for nearly half an hour, it's giving me a headache!"

Yang Xiaolin dared not; he smiled and went over to take a look, and immediately recognized her.

"Yo! Isn't this Fang Xinghe? Baby, you liked HOT the most, what's going on, betraying revolutionary ideals?"

Yang Mi froze in place, her eyeballs rolling around wildly, unable to think of a reason for a long time.

Her bedroom was plastered with HOT posters all over the walls; she even posed with the posters imitating An Chixuan, extremely chuunibyou.

Strictly speaking, at this moment she was a pure and fanatical "Bai Fan," a die-hard level.

"I... I'm just looking, so what?"

She decided to argue a bit, but suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fang Xinghe's facial close-up cut onto the screen; she immediately forgot what she was going to say next, stared straight at that face, and gulped down her throat.

"Oh my!" The father was delighted, stood close, and watched with her, "Then I must take a good look; what kind of charm does this child have?"

Before they could even truly see the details clearly, they were suddenly shocked by the close-up of those rare eyes, letting out a "Hiss."

"Hiss... Is this child mixed race? Why are the eyeballs so beautiful? Gray-blue?"

"Brown-gray!"

Yang Mi's rebuttal blurted out, and then she started rambling.

"Where's the blue? That's a gray base, plus amber fine lines, from light to dark, layer by layer transitioning in; when light shines through, it mostly carries a bit of metal..."

Yang Xiaolin looked at her in surprise; little Miss Yang's voice grew lower and lower until she finally stopped speaking.

Awful!

It seems I exposed myself a bit; what should I do?

Feeling guilty for about half a second, she decided to break the jar and let it fall.

"Hmph! What's wrong with me looking at a literary idol? Since he's so handsome, isn't he made for people to look at?"

See that? This Miss has been decisive since childhood, decisively liking fresh meat~~~

Father Yang laughed heartily and continued to tease her: "Then what about your HOT?"

"What about it?" Yang Mi was guilty but stubborn, energetically making excuses: "One is a writer, one is a singing and dancing idol; even if I like both at the same time, it's not conflicting!"

Right now, it definitely isn't conflicting, but later on... sooner or later, you'll have a hard time.

In the HP District of Magic City, Tang Yan, a sixteen-year-old vocational school underachiever, quietly opened her home door, found that her father indeed hadn't returned home yet, and immediately breathed a huge sigh of relief.

She rushed to the television in three quick steps, hurriedly turned it on and tuned it to Jilin Provincial Satellite TV, and only then remembered to pour herself a glass of water, gulping it down wildly.

It was now 5:20; according to the preview, in another ten minutes, it would be Fang Xinghe's exclusive interview.

Tang Tang pressed her chest hard, wanting to catch her breath as quickly as possible, but couldn't manage it no matter what.

She watched the television without blinking, but every little while she couldn't help but turn her head to look at the door, like a thief.

There was a reason for this—her father was too strict.

Unlike Mao Xiaotong's situation, her family was actually very happy; she had a Magic City household registration, her father was an administrator, her mother was a white-collar worker in a foreign enterprise, their economic conditions were not bad, and they cared for her immensely.

But parents' love and strict requirements are not conflicting; in fact, combined, they create even higher pressure.

At age four, she was required to learn the piano; since she could not read music, her father went and learned it himself, then taught her key by key.

The moment she lost focus, the long knitting needle would strike her arm.

It was not very painful, but that stern control accompanied her entire sixteen years of life.

It continued until now: no early romance, no decline in grades, no going out at night, no this, no that...

She feared it and rejected it, yet never dared to disobey or resist.

Until, because her desk mate and best friend liked Fang Xinghe and saw that article "Know but Not Obey," the wild fire in her heart was finally ignited.

I want to... forget it, I'm a coward.

She still lacked the courage to resist her father, but together with her desk mate, she became a glorious Fang fan.

The vocational school has two flight attendant classes; currently, thanks to her best friend's vigorous efforts, one-third have converted to Fang fans, while the other two-thirds of girls without taste stubbornly still like Li Erpeng, Lu Yi, Xie Tingfeng, HOT, Crystal, and the Four Heavenly Kings.

This is a startling proportion; after all, few girls dreaming of becoming flight attendants are likely to be sensitive to text.

But then again, with Fang Xinghe's face, one need not be sensitive to be very happy, right?

In the long wait, the program finally began.

Fang Xinghe, wearing a white shirt, concretely embodied exactly what kind of boy is the ultimate answer on campus.

Just like that.

Wearing a white shirt, lazily sitting under the tree shade, half his face bathed in light, shimmering and shimmering in the hearts of young girls.

His androgynous jade-like beauty was utterly unique, with no peers; simply sitting there was loneliness.

His sturdy forearms had clear muscle lines; when he raised his hand and propped it against his cheek, the two tendons on the back of his hand flicked slightly, as if flicking a little girl's forehead—Bang! —a violent tremor inside the skull, darkness before the eyes.

He should also have lips neither thin nor thick, with sharp angles; the upper and lower lips differed in form yet harmonized: the upper thin and sharp, the lower plump and cute. When such lips uttered "I have fought with my fate" with six parts wildness, three parts coolness, and one part playfulness, it would be impolite not to offer screams.

"Aaaaaah!"

Tang Tang clenched her fists tightly, forcefully pressing them against her cheeks, shouting and jumping at the same time.

She didn't know why she was like this; in short, that feeling of her heart pounding wildly, leaving her breathless, compelled her to do something to release the emotion.

Finally, it was those eyes; the cameraman gave them close-ups repeatedly.

Tang Tang was not good at describing things; she just felt those eyes kept pulling her inward, the pupils pitch black like whirlpools, the irises a dreamy vitreous color she could not describe; every time she looked, the next dozen seconds left her breathless, leaving her both exhausted and numb.

Damn! What kind of monster is this?!

For the first time in her life, a swear word burst from her mouth.

She knew this was not good, but without doing so, she simply could not feel satisfied.

Blurrily watching until a bit past six, suddenly footsteps of someone coming up the stairs echoed in the hallway.

"Oh no!"

She immediately recognized it from that familiar rhythm: her father was back.

Turn off the TV, hurry back to the room?

The best solution lingered in her mind for less than a second before being forcefully cast aside.

She gritted her teeth fiercely, spun around, and leaped onto the sofa, sitting properly at the very edge, then adjusted her expression to one of casual indifference.

Today, Sister Tang will absolutely see it through to the end; no one can stop her!

But I'm not chasing a star; I'm simply experiencing the growth philosophy of a literary genius!

Studying makes me wise; Dad, do you understand?

Fang Xinghe did not understand.

Similar incidents kept happening; the giant waves and surging tides stirred up by the male succubus in a small northeastern city during this special era were now fully impacting the entire post-80s generation.

Naturally, this included most male stars, female stars, writers, directors, celebrities, and famous figures born after 1980.

Although he could not yet be said to be deeply ingrained in people's hearts, if he continued to stir things up in this fierce manner for another two years and further extended his influence downward, then the entire future entertainment industry would bow to him upon meeting: "Teacher Fang, I grew up reading your books!"

The special era was special precisely because everyone still read books and still read newspapers.

This was not the best era for Chinese literature, but it was certainly the best and only windfall for literary idols.

Thus, in the previous life, the brilliance of Han Er and Guo Si was naturally born from this circumstance.

Fang Xinghe, with ten percent utilitarianism, twelve percent frankness, and seventy-eight percent determination, walked this unexpected yet correct path, destined to leave an indelible mark in this history.

He himself had not yet had time to summarize, but it did not matter; the people and events he would encounter later would actively summarize them for him.