Chapter 195 - Heartwarming (1/2)

Chapter 195: Heartwarming

“Stream?”

Everyone was stunned.

Meng Fan wanted to explain to everyone, so he spoke with some innocence in his voice, “I’m a stream host, so I’m used to streaming. If I don’t stream, I’ll get nervous and my limbs won’t work properly. I don’t know how to explain it, but I won’t achieve the result you all hope with me. I’ve been to several concerts that aren’t streamed, and I’ve screwed up a lot; it’s not good.”

Everyone listening was stunned. Is he real?

And are you a sand artist or a rapper? This flow was almost superficial!

“Mr. He, Hua Hua, Kou Kou…”

At this moment, Bai Zhi approached them. She hadn’t performed yet but came by to congratulate Meng Fan. She had watched his performance just now onstream and was amazed.

Hearing Meng Fan used the excuse of being nervous about any non-streamable event on these celebrities… and… and even freestyled a rap verse, she was afraid they would misunderstand him. She stood up and began. “Fan really is a streamer, and he really does get nervous on non-streamable platforms. Hence, he even rejected director David’s offer to perform at the Las Vegas show during the rehearsal today.”

“What?”

Everyone was stunned once again. They had watched the visual effects through the stream and knew Bai Zhi wasn’t joking around saying David was interested in hiring him. If he even rejected the Las Vegas show, they had no words to say. This was… Are all artists this unique?

Hua Hua and Kou Kou were both singers and had wanted to invite Meng Fan to appear as a guest during their concerts, but they were streamed. As for other stream opportunities, those would always exist. But god knows when. Plus, it won’t be under their control when the time came.

Hence, they all walked away, slightly disappointed.

But Mr.He thought for a moment and smiled at Meng Fan. “If it’s a stream, do you agree?” he then added, “Of course, only if you have time.”

Meng Fan nodded.

“Then let’s exchange contact information so it’s easier to communicate.”

Mr. He and Meng Fan exchanged phone numbers and left, fulfilled.

“Mr. He, wait a minute.”

Meng Fan called to Mr. He and walked over. He chuckled. “Uhm, can we take a photo together? I’m your fan, and I grew up watching your show.”

Mr. He has heard this from the mouths of thirty and forty-year-olds, nonetheless a 20 or so college student like Meng Fan. Happily, he approached Meng Fan and looked at the camera. He couldn’t help but exclaim, “You’re really big aren’t you?!”

Meng Fan happily received the selfie. Even if he had a celebrity at home, it didn’t mean Meng Fan wasn’t ecstatic when he met other famous figures. Of course, there were many opportunities to meet celebrities backstage, and Meng Fan wasn’t willing to pursue all of them for a photo.

—The three national channels that hosted this event did not include Mango TV. Mr. He wasn’t just a host but had appeared as a high profile figure on behalf of Ali Music.

Bai Zhi exchanged a few words with Meng Fan and went off to prepare for her performance. Meng Fan started to head towards his resting room but ran into another figure he wanted a photo with.

Only, he was a bit nervous.

“Huh? Hello.”

Meng Fan’s presence felt overwhelming at this moment, to the point that this superstar recognized him. Seeing Meng Fan gaze at him with shining eyes, he took the initiative and walked over. Smiling, he said, “You’re… Meng Fan right? Aiyo, not bad. Your performance was really slick just now.”

“Mr. Chou, can I get a photo with you?”