While Jiangli was engrossed in the game’s combat, Fu Shiyan was also busy.
He had just finished a morning meeting when he got a call from Fu Lang, summoning him to the shooting range.
Accompanying him were Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu.
Fu Lang acted as if he were still in the military, training the three of them in marksmanship and leading them through military drills.
Both Fu Shiyan and Duan Jianchuan could keep up, but Wen Zishu really wasn’t cut out for it; he collapsed on the ground and refused to move, crying and begging for mercy.
"Uncle, my dear uncle, please spare me, I really... really can’t go on anymore, I’m about to give up my little life to you... Uncle, please have a heart, let me go..."
Fu Lang stood beside him, significantly older than Wen Zishu but after completing a series of exercises, he was neither red-faced nor out of breath.
His physical fitness was entirely beyond what Wen Zishu could hope to match.
Seeing Wen Zishu lying on the ground in such a sorry state, Fu Lang chuckled, "You stinker, it’s just that your physical fitness is too poor. You should learn from Shiyan and Jianchuan. Look at them, they’re not reacting at all. And look at you, at such a young age, you’ve become so feeble. How are you going to get married in the future?"
Wen Zishu heard this, glanced at Fu Shiyan and Duan Jianchuan standing nearby, unaffected and showing no signs of fatigue. He embarrassingly raised his hand to cover his eyes and whined, "Ah, I don’t care anymore, I’m just not up to it..."
Fu Lang couldn’t help but laugh and looked up at Fu Shiyan and Duan Jianchuan, "By the way, Shiyan, why didn’t that kid from the old Shang family come? Didn’t I ask you to bring him along?"
All three knew that the person Fu Lang mentioned was Shang Junxiao.
Fu Shiyan explained for Shang Junxiao, "He’s been quite busy lately."
Just that one sentence...
An explanation that might as well not be one.
Duan Jianchuan felt some sympathy for Shang Junxiao and added on his behalf, "Uncle might not be aware, Junxiao has debuted and is busy with work, basically flying around every day. He has very little time to rest, so he really couldn’t find the time to come."
Fu Lang had heard about Shang Junxiao entering the entertainment industry, but he had been recently engrossed in leading troop exercises and was not aware that Shang Junxiao had already begun his entertainment career.
Fu Lang couldn’t help but express his surprise, "He debuted? The old man Shang agreed to it?"
Wen Zishu quietly twisted the knife, "That kid cut off ties with his father in order to debut; he was kicked out of the Shang family."
Fu Lang looked at the three of them, pointing, "You young people are just impulsive, simple-minded. Although the old man Shang is a bit old-fashioned, there’s nothing wrong with his way of speaking and doing things. You’re all fine young men; what’s wrong with joining the military? Isn’t it a noble cause for the country and the people? How comes it’s so difficult when it’s your turn? One by one, you make it seem so hard."
Fu Shiyan was silent for a second before quietly saying, "Uncle, you were the one who let me leave the military."
Fu Lang’s face twitched, and he coughed once, "Is that so? You’re the exception, I wasn’t talking about you; I was referring to the other two."
Duan Jianchuan spoke up solemnly, "Uncle, I haven’t left the military yet."
Fu Lang quickly kicked Wen Zishu’s calf, "I was talking about him."
Alright then, I’m always the one who gets hurt.
To say Shang Junxiao was busy was an understatement; he truly was.
After resolving the incident with the Xiaoxiong doll, his concert ended successfully, and now he has a continuous stream of bookings.
Today, he was also invited to participate in a studio-recorded variety show.
All the guests were either popular young idols or members of boy bands.
Shang Junxiao, once among them, spotted former trainees from the same company.