Looking at the chat history, Zhong Tingyue felt that her childhood friend was not so easily persuaded, and that she was powerless to do anything because she was far away in the capital. She quickly sent a message to Chu Fang.
[Wang Shu: Mr. Chu, what are you doing right now?]
[Solo player in dating: Going to work!]
[Solo Queue Player (for Love): Go JpG!]
[Wang Shu: Stop pretending, go and talk to Nana.]
The studio management has been handed over to someone else, so what's there to be busy with?
He slacks off all day, just loafing around and waiting to die.
[Solo player in a dating game: That's your childhood friend, that's not a good idea.]
[Solo Queue Player for Romance: Simple.JpG]
Zhong Tingyue saw through his thoughts at a glance.
[Wang Shu: There is a reward]
[Solo player in dating mode: What are the rewards?]
After some back and forth, the two sides quickly reached an agreement.
[Solo player in a dating game: That's your childhood friend, so it's mine. How can you talk about rewards? You're insulting our relationship. I won't hold it against you this time, but don't do it again. I'm going to talk to Yang Meina.]
[Solo Queue Player in Love: Mission Accomplished.JpG]
Zhong Tingyue: ... ...
If you hadn't been pulling at me just now, I might have believed your nonsense.
... ...
Shanghai.
Chu Fang, who was almost asleep, suddenly became energetic, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and became excited, which made the chubby boy next to him look on in surprise.
Chu Fang ignored the chubby boy, downloaded Douyin, and opened Yang Meina's live stream.
At this moment, there was a dog emoji in Yang Meina's live stream, and her voice was soft and gentle, lacking her usual imposing manner. Meanwhile, a few comments in the live stream were comforting her. She spoke softly: "Don't worry, everyone, I'm fine. It's just that I lost a PK match. That girl didn't do it on purpose."
Chu Fang almost laughed when he heard this.
You've gone all the way to Beijing to complain, calling your PK opponent a "green tea bitch" and even considering plastic surgery, and you still think it's okay?
Chu Fang casually topped up tens of thousands of yuan and ordered a few carnivals.
Yang Meina was unusually downcast, but upon seeing Carnival, the dog-head image vanished instantly, and a figure appeared on the screen with a smile: "Thank you, big brother, thank you, brother, thank you for love..."
Halfway through her words of thanks, Yang Meina paused, then jokingly said, "Oh, isn't this my top fan? What brings you to my livestream today? Why are you sending me gifts? I won't refund you this time."
"Shall we have lunch together?" Chu Fang typed.
“No!” Yang Meina refused instantly, her face serious: “I’m a green anchor, I don’t parachute in without making any contributions.”
“... ..."
So you just want to receive gifts for free?
You call others "green tea" (a derogatory term for someone who is actually naive or manipulative), but your tea-making skills are just as good as theirs.
At noon, at a restaurant.
Chu Fang met Yang Meina, who was wearing sunglasses and dressed fashionably, looking every bit the urban professional. The two talked about plastic surgery.
Yang Meina pouted: "There's no way around it. Being a female anchor is a job that relies on youth. Compared to those female anchors born in the 2000s or even the 2010s, I don't have an advantage. Plus, those young women are so manipulative, each one more alluring than the last. I have to work hard on my looks."
At this point, she rolled her eyes at Chu Fang: "You men are born womanizers, you fall in love with every girl you see."
What does it have to do with me? I'm completely focused on this.
Chu Fang thought for a moment and advised, "You'll look really ugly when you get older after plastic surgery. What if it turns out horribly?"
"Everyone gets ugly when they get old," Yang Meina said stubbornly. "You said it yourself that it's just a possibility. If I'm really that unlucky, is it one in ten thousand?"
“You can’t gamble your life on not being that one in ten thousand. If you make a mistake, it won’t be one in ten thousand, but ten thousand,” Chu Fang said.
"I want to get it done, don't stop me."
“... ..."
You're such a stubborn mule, you can't be pulled back, can you?
Chu was helpless.
Given his personality, when faced with such a situation, he would usually respect other people's choices and mock their fate.
But the other party is Yang Meina, Zhong Tingyue's childhood friend, so it's only right and proper for them to dissuade her.
"Eat quickly, and I'll take you to a plastic surgery clinic after you finish," Chu Fang said helplessly.
After having lunch, the two went to a cosmetic surgery hospital. As soon as they entered, they saw a large group of slender women with white cloths wrapped around their heads, chatting in twos and threes.
It has to be said that the cosmetic surgery industry is indeed very profitable now, it's incredibly lucrative, and it has a firm grasp on girls' desires.
Chu Fang led Yang Meina to the door of a doctor's room.
A male doctor was seen answering the beautiful woman's questions.
The male doctor wore a well-fitting white coat, with a neat shirt and tie underneath. He had broad shoulders, a smooth back, and a good physique. His skin was healthy, with a moderate complexion and well-defined lines, giving him a resolute appearance.
But those eyes were dull and lifeless, lacking any sparkle.
He answered the beautiful woman's questions one by one.
"Doctor, will I look pretty after the plastic surgery?" the patient asked expectantly.
The male doctor's voice was soft, as if he had no strength at all: "Everyone is different, and everyone has their own definition of beauty."
"Am I pretty in your eyes?"
"Hmm..." The male doctor rested his chin on his hand, scrutinizing the patient before him. His eyes remained dull, devoid of any joy or ripple of appreciation for a beautiful woman, as if he were looking at a piece of wood. "Hmm... hmm..."
He kept mumbling "hmm" for a long time, but never gave his own answer.
Finally, after much hesitation, she replied, "In your mind, it must be the most beautiful."
The beautiful woman was not satisfied with the answer and continued to ask, "Doctor, is there anything else that needs improvement? I'd like to continue the procedure."
The male doctor said calmly, "Read more books."
"Huh? Why?"
"Reading is interesting."
The beautiful woman was baffled, but seeing someone coming to consult her, she had no choice but to leave.
Chu Fang walked in, sat down casually at the front, and said to the male doctor, "What kind of doctor are you? You don't even answer patients' questions directly. You should quit."
"No, no." The male doctor rolled his eyes. "If you want a straight answer, I only have one suggestion: breast augmentation."
"Why?"
"Big breasts and no brains, more suitable for rich guys' tastes."
“... ..."
You're practically calling others stupid...
The male doctor didn't even glance at Yang Meina, but looked at Chu Fang and said unhurriedly, "What brings you here? You want plastic surgery? Don't bother, I only suggest you 'reopen' it, that's more convenient."
"You're still not cured?" Chu Fang stretched his neck and said with a smile. "I'm not like you, buddy. I'm cured. I went to the Taoist temple to fulfill my vow a few days ago. I don't want to 'reopen'. I want to get married and have children, unlike you who will die alone."
Upon hearing this, the male doctor's brows furrowed, and his voice finally changed slightly, sounding like someone who both feared their brother's suffering and his brother's driving a Land Rover, as he said, "You're all better? You're in a relationship?!"
"Who told you not to check your WeChat Moments?" Chu Fang tilted his head.
"I'm a little tired today, you can go now." The male doctor waved his hand, indicating that he was leaving.
"Hehe..." Chu Fang's eyes narrowed into slits.
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