RPAGF Chapter 21 An Unexpected Encounter with a Celebrity
Chapter 21 An Unexpected Encounter with a Celebrity
The song "Ten Years" unsurprisingly became a hit on the streets.
If the previous songs were liked by specific groups of people, then this song is loved by people of all ages.
Three days after the match, Chen Fan still heard system notifications in his ears.
[Congratulations, host, you have received +333 emotion points from Lingling!]
Chen Fan, who was live streaming, looked up and asked, "Everyone should go listen to 'Ten Years'! Let's build up some popularity. If I get eliminated in the national competition, I can rely on the copyright to make a living for the rest of my life."
The live stream chat was flooded with comments: "Shady businessman."
Chen Fan didn't care at all, and kept his head down as he prepared his "fodder".
Three days have passed since the competition ended, but he still hasn't triggered the "hidden mission" that the system mentioned.
This made Chen Fan a little curious as well. What kind of hidden mission could be so well hidden...?
On the live chat, people were still asking:
"Brother Fan doesn't have any accent at all, so where is he from? It's so hard to guess!"
"Really? If you know Tian Mingze, it should be from Jiuquan University?"
"She's not in the same department as him, is she?"
"There's someone in our department whose name contains the character 'Fan,' but he..."
Ever since he advanced, people in the live stream have been trying to get Chen Fan to show his face.
Chen Fan directly set requirements for them, saying that they could only show their faces if the number of views exceeded a certain threshold.
After everyone worked together to get enough views, he abandoned all pretense of sportsmanship and said that according to the program's rules, he had to maintain an air of mystery.
This drew criticism from many netizens, but he simply ignored it.
After the broadcast ended, Chen Fan casually asked the system, "Hey? Do I still have a mystery gift pack I haven't opened yet?"
【Yes, it is! 】
"Then let's open it!"
Chen Fan said, eating the hay.
[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill [Master Music Arranger]!]
Arrangement...
Chen Fan has recently developed a new hobby: going downstairs to the pharmacy to weigh himself.
As the numbers on the scale decreased day by day, and he felt increasingly lighter, Chen Fan was in a good mood.
Three days after the Zhonghai final, Chen Fan's weight dropped below 3 pounds, and he no longer looked fat.
Chen Fan needed to buy clothes, as his old clothes were completely unwearable.
Since he was already out, he decided to go to the nearby Huacheng Shopping Mall.
"Hey guys, let's go to the mall for a bit! Pick out a couple of outfits for me while we're at it!"
Chen Fan had nothing to do, so he started a live stream to make up for lost time.
The comments section was filled with laughter and teasing: "Bro, it's already the national competition and you're only now thinking about getting ready? Isn't that a bit late?"
Chen Fan picked up a T-shirt and checked the size: "Hey boss, do you have an XXL size?"
"No, no!" The boss didn't even look at him, craning his neck to look outside.
Chen Fan, filled with curiosity, leaned over to take a closer look, only to find a group of people surrounding a few others, occasionally letting out screams.
"Aaaaaah—!"
"Andy, look at me!!!"
"Andy came to record 'Master Class'? I ran into him!"
Chen Fan took out his phone and snapped a picture of the crowd. "Look, what are they doing?"
The viewers in the live stream knew more than Chen Fan, and immediately started spamming the chat with messages:
"Brother Fan! Brother Fan! You're my own brother! Help me film this! Film the scene!"
"Holy crap! This is a CCTV program—'Master Class'!"
"What incredible luck, Fan-ge! Fan-ge, could you please say hello to Andy for me?"
"Brother Fan, you're my only connection in the entertainment industry. Can you take a picture of Andy for me?"
"Brother Fan! If you film Andy for me, I'll get everyone in my village to boost your views!!!"
This was indeed very tempting, and Chen Fan immediately wavered: "Don't Chinese people lie to other Chinese people?"
The next moment, the screen was flooded with comments: Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people!
Chen Fan immediately sighed, put down his clothes, and walked towards the crowd.
He wouldn't admit that he was a little curious about what was going on.
Just as Chen Fan approached the crowd, before he could even get close to the young man with blond hair, sunken eyes, and a straight nose, he was driven away by the staff.
"Hey, hey, hey? Which department are you from? We're not allowed to livestream here! Get out of here! Get out of here!"
The comments section was bursting with laughter:
"Hahaha! We got kicked out!"
"I'm kind of curious to see Fan Ge's expression right now!"
"Wow, even though it's not very clear, I still saw baby Andy!"
"They look absolutely stunning in person!"
Chen Fan was driven away, and he shrugged and cooperated by leaving.
As he walked out, he didn't forget to update his viewers in the live stream: "I've really gone to great lengths for you guys! I absolutely have to keep my promise!"
The production crew had put up barriers for filming, so Chen Fan had to take a detour to go upstairs to buy men's clothing by elevator.
As I approached the door of a lounge with its door partially closed, I heard arguing coming from inside.
"What's going on? How long has it been? This old man has been waiting for three hours!"
An aged and authoritative voice came from inside the room. After a brief silence, a staff member emerged, muttering something under their breath.
"That old man has such a terrible temper!"
Chen Fan glanced at the sign on the door—Master Class Lounge.
Although the staff member left, the old man's sighs did not stop.
"With this kind of attitude, how can it possibly be passed down?"
With just this one sentence, memories that didn't belong to him flashed through Chen Fan's mind.
Young Chen Fan learned to play the erhu from the village's instrumentalist, an old man with completely white hair who seemed to always sigh in the quiet of the night.
The tradition can't be continued; I'm ashamed before our ancestors...
Chen Fan's breath hitched, and without realizing it, he turned off the live stream and went into the room.
Inside the small cubicle, an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a traditional robe, sat with his back to the door.
Hearing footsteps, he didn't get up. Instead, he scolded him rather sternly, "Boy, do you know how many times you could have practiced the piece by the time you've been late?"
"I won't teach you anything today. Come back to me to learn a trade when you've learned to be punctual!"
These words, as expected, stirred strong emotions among the audience:
"Who is this old man? How dare he speak so rudely! Can't our Andy, a newcomer to the country, be a little more accommodating?"
"Upstairs, let me tell you, this old man is Mr. Cheng Yu, a leading figure in the guqin (a seven-stringed zither) world and an inheritor of my country's intangible cultural heritage. He really doesn't need to be polite to your Andy!"
"+1! Putting everything else aside, the old man is already 80 years old. Andy made him wait for 3 hours. No matter how you look at it, Andy is in the wrong, right?"
"Who is this person? Are the staff members even wearing masks?"
"Andy didn't arrive late on purpose!"
In the video, Chen Fan glanced at the zither and casually remarked, "The 'dragon's teeth' on this zither are misaligned, sir. Won't that affect the tone when playing it?"
The old man was taken aback, then turned around abruptly, staring intently at Chen Fan in front of him: "You know how to play the zither?"
Chen Fan remained noncommittal. "May I touch this instrument?"
"OK!"
Grandpa Cheng made a "please" gesture without stumbling at all.
Chen Fan stepped forward, gently plucked the strings, adjusted the position of the bridge, and then politely stood up.
Chen Fan gestured for the old man to try out the piano.
Mr. Cheng stepped forward to try it out, his eyes instantly lighting up. He enthusiastically approached Chen Fan and asked, "Which school did you go to? How many years have you been learning the piano? Who is your teacher?"
This kind and gentle attitude, like that of an elder, is a stark contrast to his previous aloof and difficult demeanor.
Before Chen Fan could answer, the door was suddenly flung open, and the blond-haired youth rushed in with a perfect British accent: "Sorry, Grandpa Cheng, I'm late, but I found a bug!"
His reply was also a robust and resonant one from Old Master Cheng: "Speak like a human being!"