Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Coming!”
Ms. Chen Fu, the administrator bead as she saw ng Fan and began talking to herself, “Why didn’t you co yesterday? Resting for a day is good though, it’s important to balance work and rest.”
ng Fan chuckled and took out his phone, asking for permission before taking a selfie with the administrator. He smiled. “My mom is a big fan of yours, I have to send her a picture.”
Ms. Chen Fu notices this and smiled. “What a coincidence, I’m also a fan of your mom.”
ng Fan froze for a mont. It didn’t sound like a joke. After careful consideration, there really was the possibility that they knew each other. “You don’t really know my mom, do you?”
“I’ve been to your house before, but you were small at that ti, and not this fat. I didn’t recognize it until I saw those videos. The more I watched, the more familiar you looked, so I asked your mom to confirm. If I hadn’t asked, your mom probably wouldn’t have told until you graduated.” Said Ms. Chen Fu.
ng Fan smiled foolishly, thinking to himself. No wonder this hidden master was so friendly, it turns out she knew whose son he had been.
Before, he had thought it was because of his increased taphysical attributes in the charm departnt.
He’d went overboard with that thought.
However, ng Fan didn’t know Chen Fu only recognized him later on.
ng Fan didn’t know what to say when coincidentally, a figure entered the door. It was the petite cute girl with freckles.
“Let’s take a selfie together.”
ng Fan jumped at the opportunity to take a photo with Freckles. He then turned to Ms. Cheng Fu and smiled before sitting down in his regular spot.
Seeing them, Ms. Chen Fu once again revealed the sly smile of a nosy aunty.
This ti, aunty wasn’t just a thod of description.
With the addition of his picture with Freckles, the task progress for [Group Photo Guru] had reached 80.
This task could be done quickly, under the premise that it wasn’t very tiring either. He also didn’t need to go into a frenzy, dragging people to take selfies with him to get this number.
As long as he went to Song Cheng tomorrow, he’d finish the task for sure. The task reward wasn’t that attractive either, so ng Fan wasn’t in a hurry.
Otherwise, he could have finished the task way sooner if he just squatted below the studio and shalessly asked people for selfies.
“Senior classmate, I saw you were streaming at Song Cheng yesterday, you’re incredible with so many people lining up for your drawing.” Freckles seed happy to see ng Fan upon arriving at the studio, walking towards his direction and sitting down next to him. She spoke softly of animations and manga related topics.
ng Fan conversed with her as he set up his station. Seeing ng Fan prepare to stream, Freckles stopped talking and continued to work in silence.
During tonight’s stream, ng Fan continued working the five drawings of historical architecture from before. Evidently, drawing buildings was harder than figures for ng Fan, as they were more detailed and required more ti to execute.
Historical architecture was ng Fan’s most familiar field of expertise to draw after historical costus and ancient mythical creatures. He did not particularly like ancient architecture, not in the way he ‘liked’ historical costus and mythical creatures anyways, always taking the initiative to research them. This was more of a passive acceptance, as his knowledge regarding this exceeded the other two in terms of professionalism and depth of understanding because he had a father at ho who was intoxicated by architecture.
Other children’s fathers would buy them toys and models like transforrs, but ng Fan’s dad would toss him models of ancient pavilions and pagodas. The simpler ones consisted of mountain tip roofs, pagodas, archiways, flying buttresses, while the more difficult ones had been to scale replicas of the Temple of heaven and other similar establishnts.
The ones ntioned weren’t even the most terrible. The most horrifying was that every ti he had almost finished building a model, a random sister, older or younger would stumble over, face full of joy and worship, babbling words similar to, ‘wow it’s amazing you can build this you’re so great, can this go here?’ then… Clank. The model would collapse, shattering all over the ground.
Imagine tens of thousands of dominos almost about to complete a pattern, then suddenly all of them collapse after being stepped on… This was the level of disparity that ng Fan felt.
Of course, aside from harvesting despair, he had gained profound knowledge regarding the structural composure and exterior appearance of ancient buildings, and it was not shallow either. Together with the artifacts of historical architecture that accumulated throughout his household, he had no choice but to like it. Professionally speaking, he had a firr grasp on historical architecture than he’d ever had with historical costus and mythical creatures.
On his professional foundation, ng Fan’s imagination and exaggerated whimsical penmanship were solid, not only giving the impression that his buildings were aesthetically pleasing, but pragmatic as well. He demonstrated evidence of its existence as well as the building’s roots, but mostly, it was undoubtedly structurally sound.
After all, could a building done on paper collapse?
Of course. They can collapse in the frail hearts of so readers.
Animation should be exaggerated, and ng Fan believed these exaggerations shouldn’t stem from anything. Even supernatural abilities had a traceable origin, let alone physical infrastructures.
In the next five, ng Fan drew illustrations for ‘The Supre Sword’. Following the buildings, ng Fan drew one of the most famous architectural establishnts from the novel, the watchtower. In front of the building; he added the main character in combat alongside the tower’s head, a woman, who had been one of the main characters in the book.
Heh. The male protagonist in the book had seized the sword and sealed it in the pavilion, leading the lady of the tower to strangely na herself as his ‘sword slave’. It was poison to ng Fan.
To inexplicably acknowledge a master with no explanation was fine, but what kind of a f*cking thoughtless na was ‘sword slave’.* Even ‘Sword servant’ would have been better.
*The Chinese characters for ‘sword slave’ sounds sort of like ‘cheap slut’*
Hold it in. He was the one paying you.
After the lady of the tower found her master, ng Fan refused to draw anymore.
Because the architectural establishnts he had drawn previously had taken much ti, he stopped after three illustrations for the novel.
During his stream, ng Fan noticed several live comnts asking when he was going to go back to drawing pretty girls in Song Cheng, so he responded before he logged off by updating the next day’s announcent—Tomorrow at 2:00 pm, drawing pretty girls in Song Cheng.
“Are you psychotic? What do you an streaming pretty girls? Hahaha! What about pretty boys?”
“Tomorrow is my day off, I’m gonna go visit Song Cheng and pretend to ‘encounter’ the host!”
“The one above , take along. I’m near He Fang Street, are you on the way?”
“Please don’t go! I don’t want to see a hoard of manly nose pickers on the stream tomorrow!”
Today’s stream wouldn’t have as many viewers as the other day at Song Cheng, but he still had 37,000 viewers, with 270,000 total views on all of his streams.
When he left the studio, Ms. Chen Fu, the administrator was intently focused on her drawing. ng Fan didn’t want to bother her, so he watched her for a while from afar and left the studio.
“Senior classmate.”
Suddenly, Freckles appeared at the door as well, speeding up her footsteps to match ng Fan. “Senior classmate, is it okay to co to you about any future questions regarding the profession?”
ng Fan nodded, taking out his phone. “Let’s add each other on WeChat, it’s more convenient. You scan or I scan you?”
Naturally, ng Fan had no objections, taking out his phone and opening WeChat. Just as he was about to scan her, a call ca in. The contact’s na was ng Cai Wei.
This close, Freckles had seen everything. ng Fan calmly hung up the phone and said, “10086.”
Freckles paused for a mont and smiled. “You also like to nickna the 10086 number to an idol you like? too, mine is Peng Yu Yan!”
When he heard that Freckles was into wholeso buff guys like Peng Yu Yan, ng Fan let out a sigh of relief. Happily, he continued to scan… ng Cai Wei called again. He hung up again and quickly added the QR code.
After he added her, ng Cai Wei called once again.
“Probably trying to sell a phone or sothing.”
This ti, ng Fan didn’t hang up, curtly pressing mute and shoving it in his pocket.
They walked for a distance before separating. As he watched Freckles leave, ng Fan picked up his phone, which was still ringing. “What do you want?”
An angry clamor ca from the other end of the phone. “ng fan you dare to hang up my call! You don’t want concert tickets to Qing Cen anymore?!”
ng Fan froze. Finally, sothing that didn’t change from before he was reincarnated.
Qing Cen surnad Su, otherwise known as Shan Jin Brother—was a currently famous singer.
October 5th was the first stop in her concert tour, at the Shanghai Stadium.
ng Cai Wei was the one who had given him the floor tickets.
Before the concert began, ng Fan had gone backstage to take a photo with Shan Jin Bro.
The second day after the concert, ng Cai Wei had taken ng Fan out for lunch.
As for the concert setlist…
Pieces of information began to erge in ng Fan’s mind. It was surreal and vivid, but otherworldly at the sa ti.
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