Earth and sky.
Long hair flying, rising toward the heavens.
Shrouded in black clouds.
Lighting streaking.
Meng Fan"s drawing of a storm coming was stirring; except for the lightning streaks, which looked a little too thick.
"666!"
"Not bad, not bad!"
After a barrage of praise, the magic pen in Meng Fan"s head got thinner, scratching over the lightning. At first, his viewers thought he was just drawing a detail, then slowly saw what was wrong.
"He"s not drawing something, he"s writing?"
—If your mom and I fell in the ocean, who would you save?
"WTF is he writing!"
—Me and your ex who is prettier?
"What the h.e.l.l is this?"
—Do you think I look better in this dress or that one?
—Do you notice anything different about me today?
—Did I get fat?
—Do you think I"m annoying?
—Will you like another girl in the future?
—If someone gave you 1 billion dollars to dump me, what would you do?
—Do you think she"s pretty?
—Am I the most comfortable one you"ve slept with?
—What are you thinking about?
—Can we talk?
—How much do you love me?
—Have you dreamt of me before?
—Do you remember what day it is today?
"Holy c.r.a.p I"m dying!"
"Hahahahahahaha. Now, this is a real storm! Compared to this, a nuclear weapon and a ma.s.s robbery in 49 days is nothing!"
"Only 69 days of robbery can trump it! (sly emoji) "
"If this is overcoming a storm, I"ll never succeed!"
"The pain of being interrogated by a girlfriend!"
"I"ll never be able to get past three of these in my lifetime!"
"I respect this storm!"
"Best one yet! Hey host, can I share this to my WeiBo?"
"This host"s reflexes are too good!"
"Psycho!"
"This host is poison!"
"Motherf*cker, you"re a genius!"
"Here are some gifts."
"Real storm, bro!"
Meng Fan recalled the couple from the other night, a chill running down his spine. In the spirit of research, he scoured the internet for some terrifying aspects of relations.h.i.+ps, many of them being terrifying questions asked by girlfriends.
As he was drawing the "storm" scene, he was inspired to apply what he learned.
Looking at all the gifts in the comments, it seemed like his work had paid off.
Meng Fan glanced over to see his viewers had exceeded 2000, and the live comments spoke more and more of "Rampage and Repair the world". Evidently, many of these viewers were fans of the book.
A channel with 2000 people was still a small following, not even comparing to the popular ones, as even in the "artist" category, it was barely average. You could pick any stream from any category, and based on online viewers alone, most could slap Meng Fan in terms of figures.
If he could get himself on the main page, then there was no question, the number of people poking their heads in every minute would be enough for Meng Fan to live on for two to three days.
He hoped he could arrange for a "recommended" spot soon!
After posting the link to his boss"s book, Meng Fan began to draw the second batch of 5 ill.u.s.trations.
His first subject had to be the male protagonist. Named Yuan Chong, age nineteen at the beginning of the story, he had a crew cut and was a typical dorky wholesome boy.
Meng Fan wanted to draw the protagonist when he first entered the realm and saw the defender"s sword. He did a good job depicting the shock and disbelief on his face.
The second drawing was the woman Yuan Chong had poked with a torch, the "Gu Yao G.o.ddess". This was at present the only seductress type Meng Fan had found in the book so far.
As for how to draw seductress big sister type, Meng Fan was an expert. He didn"t miss a single curve of the body, not slowing down in the slightest.
The third character was a supporting role, a guy that frequently appeared in the story; a fat man.
Jesus, who know when they started including fat people as supporting roles in stories, as laughing gags, cringey posers, gunpowder carriers... All the dirty jobs were done by fat people; if they really were that hardworking, they wouldn"t be fat!
Plus, they always have to be sarcastic, and so very kind!
Why!
Why can"t the fatty be selfish, or be a bit lazy, or be serious; why can"t the fat person be the protagonist?
Meng Fan finished the painting, still full of resentment. He took a look. "F**k, this is good!"
Yep! And it was no reflection of himself at all!
When he finished the five drawings for "Rampage and Repair the world", three hours had already pa.s.sed. Excluding the time he took to stretch his b.u.t.t, fingers, and wrist, each drawing took about 5-6 more minutes longer than his anime characters.
Before logging off, his viewer count had hit 2300. The total amount of viewers had surprised Meng Fan. There was more than 3700!
At present, Task Phase 2: 13,100/100,000.
That ratio... Meng Fan believed he had the novel"s fan club to thank.
They had been really helpful indeed.
This collaboration had been worth it!
As for the gifts, it was comparable to his first day. But it was not bad for just a few days, as he had leveled up to UP12.
"Oh, I"m almost done."
Meng Fan discovered the studio administrator —who had been kicking people out of the studio—was eyeing him down and smiled at her apologetically. Today"s stream had been longer than he planned, and the studio was closing.
"It"s fine."
The caretaker unexpectedly smiled at Meng Fan. "I just finished watching the latest episode of my TV show, and was just about to go on WeiBo to trash talk ErmQing, so it"s okay if you take a bit longer."
What the h.e.l.l was with all the Er Qing, Er Kang, Er Tai, Er Hao? What"s this all about?
Meng Fan was confused. He thought it was the administrator"s method of getting people to leave, so how could he still be standing there? Hurriedly, he collected his stuff and prepared to leave. But the administrator really didn"t have any intention to boot him out, looking almost peaceful.
Could it be... He"d been working so hard these days that it made a good impression on her? Or was it that his charm +1 really worked?
When he left the studio, Meng Fan checked to see n.o.body was around him and started patting his chubby face. It probably didn"t turn more handsome... Maybe he got even more adorable?
As he pa.s.sed by the convenience store, Meng Fan hesitated. He couldn"t decide whether he should go in and buy an iced cola to reward himself for the long stream. As he was deciding, Meng Fan saw the h.o.a.rd of people in the distance.
What time is it? There are so many people. Wait, is it last night"s cheesy stupid couple again?
Meng Fan already had psychological trauma from this kind of event and tried to avoid it. He thought he could avoid the shock with cola and entered the store.
"Huh?"
A familiar voice wafted from the crowd that made Meng Fan"s entire body tremble.
"Chen Da Qiang!"
Was history repeating itself?
Was it unavoidable?
Meng Fan hurried over.
"Zhao Chang Gui! We"ve already broken up for five months, stop meddling in my love life! We have nothing to do with each other, whether I have a boyfriend or not, a relations.h.i.+p or not, it"s got nothing to do with you! Go away!"
A girl"s voice rang through the air. She sounded upset and a little exhausted.
"That name is far from Da Qiang."
Meng Fan heard this and sighed in relief. It seems like there was no big conflict. With his advantage in the weight department, Meng Fan confidently walked into the conflict zone. To be fair, not many people were crowding around, to begin with.
"So be it! Then what I"m about to do has nothing more to do with you. This kid doesn"t look right to me. I"m itching to beat him up, so don"t try to stop me!"
Facing the girl was a tall guy. He had a square-shaped face, small eyes, small nose, but big lips. He seemed even more upset than the girl. He was frowning and walking towards the guy next to her. While pointing at Chen Da Qiang, he screamed, "What are you waiting for, come at me!"
Zhao Chang Gui had two more guys next to him urging him on.
"No wonder, even someone as gentle and well-tempered as Da Qiang would get in a ruse with him. No wonder afterward he became so depressed. This was no conflict; it was a gang beating!"
Meng Fan knew Da Qiang had a strong will. He scoped out Zhao Chang Gui"s physique, then Da Qiang"s. No matter how he looked at it, they looked equally matched.
Got b.a.l.l.s.
"If you want to fight, then hurry up!" Meng Fan dropped his paper tube and carefully walked towards them. His expression looked like he was coming to tell on them. "Three minutes, in three minutes max the school security and professors will be here, so hurry up! You two better clear some s.p.a.ce."
Meng Fan pulled off the two guys, one in each hand, and effortlessly dragged Zhao Chang Gui"s two cheerleaders to the side. These two combined did not weigh as much as Meng Fan did. Even if they broke free, they wouldn"t get far with Meng Fan"s hand speed.
The two really didn"t dare move, as Meng Fan"s weight was enough to match professional sumo standards!
Zhao Chang Gui was on his own.
Chen Da Qiang received Meng Fan"s message and suddenly found confidence within himself.
"If you say so, then I"ll come at you."