Chapter 33 Noise Margin
Noise Margin: Noise margin measures the circuit's ability to resist external interference.
Fu Guanshan had planned to send Meng Chu to the airport early in the morning. However, when he majestically opened the curtains, intending to bring Meng Chu the first ray of sunshine, a flash of lightning crossed the sky, and with a loud bang, heavy rain poured down.
His arms, welcoming the morning, froze in place.
Meng Chu sat up behind him, rubbed his eyes, and looked for clues about the weather from his hazy vision: "Is it raining?"
Fu Guanshan opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was drowned out by the strong wind.
He took out his cell phone and saw that the weather station had issued a warning. There seemed to be a typhoon signal number 5 or 7. He had been passing by only a few hundred kilometers away, but now he suddenly decided to change his route and come here for a stroll.
Meng Chu hurriedly checked the flight and found that it was indeed cancelled and the time of the next flight was undecided.
He looked at Fu Guanshan, who said in a heavy tone, "It seems that you can't go back today. What about your experiment?"
Meng Chu was silent for a moment, then said, "Put away your smile."
Fu Guanshan straightened his attitude and a sapling flew across the sky behind him.
God has made it impossible to go out. Fortunately, the water, electricity and communication systems were not affected, and the hotel had sufficient supplies and complete equipment. For sports, there is a comprehensive gymnasium and swimming pool; for leisure, there are SPA and cultural workshops; for entertainment, there are bars and various game boxes.
Even when traveling, Meng Chu likes to stay in his room. The enclosed space makes him feel safe. However, if the person next to you is Fu Guanshan, it will be different.
They had never taken a proper trip together—although hanging out in a hotel didn't count.
However, this trip was not as wonderful as Meng Chu had imagined.
Because Fu Guanshan has too many acquaintances.
In the restaurant, as soon as they sat down, a representative of the capital side came over and said excitedly: "What a coincidence."
Fu Guanshan chatted with him for five minutes.
In the pottery workshop, just as the clay plate started spinning, the host who had interviewed Fu Guanshan appeared: "What a coincidence."
Fu Guanshan chatted with him for a quarter of an hour.
Even in the sauna room, as soon as I walked in with a towel wrapped around me, a shirtless man came out from the steam: "What a coincidence..."
Fu Guanshan took Meng Chu's hand and ran away.
They decided to go to the private room. Once the door was closed, there would be no chance that someone would come out from the crack in the ground.
Who would have thought that as soon as we reached the top floor and the elevator door opened, we would be greeted by several actors from the same crew.
"Brother Fu!" said the youngest one, "We just booked a private room. Let's play cards together."
Fu Guanshan glanced at Meng Chu and waved his hand: "No need, you guys go ahead and have fun, I have family members to take care of."
The man did not shoot any scenes shot in Hong Kong, so it was the first time he met Meng Chu. He looked at the young man next to Fu Guanshan in surprise: "So this is Teacher Meng, it's just right for us to go together. We booked the last box, and in this horrible weather, everyone came out to play."
"That's right, Guanshan," the older man, who was older than Fu Guanshan, said in a more teasing tone, "You've lost too much and want to run away, right?"
Meng Chu was surprised and asked in a low voice: "Do you usually play cards and gamble?"
"How is that possible?" Fu Guanshan said, "We keep score. For every 100 points lost, I will treat everyone to a midnight snack."
Meng Chu had a bad feeling: "How much did you lose?"
"Fifty-two thousand nine hundred and eight."
"How many??"
“Thank you, Brother Fu,” the younger man said with a smile, “I now have a place to eat for midnight snacks for the rest of my life.”
Meng Chu thought about it and said, "Then let's go together."
Fu Guanshan showed an expression as if there was an earthquake. It was the first time he saw Meng Chu actively participate in a group activity, and with a group of strangers.
"What are you going to do?" Fu Guanshan asked in his ear.
His ears turned red, but his expression was still solemn: “I’ll help you settle the bill.”
They were playing a new type of poker. Each person only drew eight cards, and each round was very short, so the game was fun.
Fu Guanshan saw that Meng Chu had to listen to others explain the rules, obviously he had never played before, and he became frightened, afraid that the two of them would lose their midnight snack for the next life.
In the first two games, both sides won and lost, and Fu Guanshan was a little nervous. However, starting from the third game, Meng Chu started winning cards continuously.
After winning five consecutive championships, Fu Guanshan looked at his opponent with a new eye: "Are you pretending that you have never played before? You even cheated them twice to let them down their guard."
Meng Chu looked at him blankly: "What? This rule is very simple, you just need to get familiar with it for a while."
After playing a few rounds, everyone felt sore in their backs and waists, so they all stood up to stretch their hands and feet. Meng Chu wanted to go out for some fresh air, so he strolled in the corridor while stretching his arms.
In order to maximize the use of space, the box was built like a maze. He walked around it twice and felt that this was the third time he saw the toilet. He was thinking about his position when he suddenly heard two familiar voices gradually approaching around the corner.
"How did these two meet?" It was the young actor. "I thought Fu Guanshan was very good-looking, but I didn't expect that he wasn't. Just now at the elevator entrance, I thought the person next to him was a cleaner."
"You're attracted by her education," said another person. "The less you have, the more you want. You're stupid, so you want to find someone smart."
Meng Chu lowered his head and tugged at the khaki shirt on his body - it was the same color as the cleaners' uniforms in this hotel, no wonder people made a mistake.
He went to the front desk and then walked back to the box in silence. Fu Guanshan saw him come in and handed him a glass of juice: "Thank you for your hard work, Master of Balance."
Meng Chu took it and saw how happy he was - it wasn't him who won.
Wait for the other few people to come back and start the game again.
Because Meng Chu won so much, everyone decided to change the way of playing, form teams, and let the strong lead the weak. Meng Chu naturally brought Fu Guanshan with him.
"I'm lucky," he said. "I'll draw the cards for you."
Like a big boss, Fu Guanshan lay back happily, enjoying the happiness of having a partner.
After two rounds, the atmosphere in the venue became strange, and even Fu Guanshan exclaimed "Huh".
He actually won?
Incredibly, every time at the end of the count, he always had the highest score.
As the card games went on, Fu Guanshan's account was flattened like a roller, and at the end, he even made enough money to have two afternoon teas.
"Okay, okay," he spread out his cards, "Then you guys will treat me to dinner today. Thank you."
He proudly put on his sunglasses and walked with the gambler's pace, letting the wind from the open door blow his clothes.
Meng Chu shrugged and followed.
Away from the noise of the box, the elevator was so quiet that it made people's heart palpitate. After a long while, Fu Guanshan said softly, "Thank you."
Meng Chu used his most skillful acting skills - incomprehensible.
"I know you made me win," Fu Guanshan said, "but how did you do it? Are you the legendary God of Gamblers?"
Meng Chu touched his nose and said, "I often play cards with my mentor. I want him to win and feel that he has gone through a hard battle. I have practiced for many years and I am pretty good at playing cards. But in order for you to win, I mainly rely on changing the cards."
"ah?!"
"I went to the front desk and asked for a deck of identical cards, and I replaced some of your cards. If only one of you was good at memorizing cards, we would be exposed," he said. "I thought it was obvious, and I was worried, but then..."
It turned out that the level of everyone present was only slightly higher than Fu Guanshan, and they were all a mess. His technique in changing the cards was so poor that no one noticed.
Fu Guanshan took off his sunglasses, looked at him intently for a while, and asked, "What happened?"
Meng Chu was surprised: "Why do you ask?"
"You are such a person who likes to avoid conflicts, but you suddenly got into a fight today," Fu Guanshan said, "something must have happened... Don't be like that, I know that's just your expression of pretending not to understand!"
Meng Chu had to dispel the confusion in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and told Fu Guanshan what he had heard.
As expected, the other party exploded halfway through: "They have a problem with their aesthetics. They went to get their chins made into weird shapes, and they still have the nerve to criticize others? Do they think yellow shirts are easy to wear? They can't even stand the color yellow!"
"Oh, that doesn't matter. I dress very rustically anyway."
Fu Guanshan glared at him, saying that the person who said this was also guilty.
"They actually said you're not smart," Meng Chu clenched his fists, "What right do they have to laugh at you?"
Fu Guanshan was stunned. Is this the point?
Meng Chu was indignant: "You lost so much, but you were willing to continue playing with them and treated them to meals in a friendly manner. But they were just criticizing others behind their backs. It's really not worth it for you to be so nice to others."
He was defending himself, and then he noticed that Fu Guanshan was looking at him with the moist and affectionate eyes of a cow, and he got goose bumps all over his body: "What's wrong?"
"You got angry with others because of me," Fu Guanshan said with emotion, "I will write down the date."
This guy wants to turn the whole year into a memorial day!
"But there's no need to get angry," Fu Guanshan said, "It's not good for your skin."
Meng Chu glanced at him and said, "You're not angry?"
"It's hard to have real friends in the circle. In interviews and on shows, the relationships are extremely good, but in private, they fight for resources and expose negative information to the media. I'm used to it."
Meng Chu still couldn't let it go: "What right do they have to think you're stupid? The combined brain capacity of several people is not even as big as a walnut kernel..."
Fu Guanshan raised his eyebrows high, and the emotion in his eyes turned into shock. "You're so mean?"
Meng Chu looked away. Well, sooner or later the other party will find out that he is a backbiter, sinister and cunning at heart.
"But I like it." Fu Guanshan lowered his head and kissed him on the lips. "I hope one day you can say all these words."
Then you might be defeated, Meng Chu thought.
In the blink of an eye, half a day passed and it became dark outside again. The sound of the wind gradually turned into a howl, but the rain was still heavy. Fu Guanshan thought that he probably wouldn’t be able to leave tonight.
A rainy night like this, with dim lights all around, is a perfect place for something to happen.
Once the thoughts drift away, they can't be stopped, and it always makes people feel itchy. He looked at Meng Chu beside him, who was still sulking for him, gritting his teeth with his cheeks puffed up.
"There are bad guys outside, we shouldn't go out," he suggested, "let's go back to the room."
Meng Chu was still angry and just nodded, not understanding the implication at all. They walked to the elevator door, and when it opened, it was another familiar face.
Haiqiu had a day off, had a full meal, and greeted them with a rosy face. When he saw Mengchu, he was a little surprised: "Teacher Meng, you didn't go home."
"Well," Meng Chu said, "the flight was cancelled."
"Oh," Haiqiu said, "but I saw the Railway Bureau just issued a notice that the high-speed rail has resumed operation."
Fu Guanshan stared at him, as if he wanted to pierce him with his eyes, but it was too late. Meng Chu took out his cell phone and said happily: "Oh, there are still tickets."
The next train is in an hour, and time is tight, so Fu Guanshan sends Meng Chu to the high-speed rail station and assigns a task to Hai Qiu on the way. When he returned to the hotel, Hai Qiu, with a gloomy face, was waiting for him outside the door.
"Here you go," the other party handed him the clothes and couldn't help asking, "Why do you suddenly ask me to buy a khaki shirt?"
Fu Guanshan took it and examined it: "This is my performance costume for tomorrow."
Haiqiu's pupils trembled: "You want to wear this to the road show? You are not serious?"
Fu Guanshan took the clothes and floated away.
Hai Qiu looked at his back and comforted herself: This guy cares about his appearance more than his life, how is this possible?
The next day, a khaki figure floated onto the stage.
Hai Qiu hugged his head and screamed silently.
While being interviewed, the crew looked sideways: When did Fu Guanshan change his style?
This change is not a whim. He wore this dress in the following promotional events and interviews, and even changed his Weibo profile picture.
Hai Qiu was on the verge of collapse: "Brother! Tell me if anything happened! Don't scare me like this!"
Fu Guanshan looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"
Haiqiu pointed at his shirt.
"Oh, this," Fu Guanshan said seriously, "I finally figured out something."
What's up? Become a monk?
"People think this dress is ugly, it's not my wife's fault," Fu Guanshan said, "it's a fashion problem."
Clam?
"From now on, I will make khaki shirts fashionable," Fu Guanshan said confidently. "Just wait, once the promotion period is over, this shirt will definitely be sold out. By then, khaki will be the new trend of the year."
Hai Qiu was stunned: "Then...what if it doesn't become a trend?"
Fu Guanshan gave him a sharp look and said, "Whatever I wear is trendy."
Okay, he asked again.
Fu Guanshan narrowed his eyes: "What's wrong? Do I look bad in this dress?"
Of course not, you look good even in a sack, but...
"Can you find some different styles? Fans will think you haven't changed your clothes in weeks!"
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