258: Chapter 258: Exaggerating?
(Third Update) 258: Chapter 258: Exaggerating?
“Damn, why is there such a big gap between streamers?
Other streamers either beg for gifts or act cutesy, while here, they’re directly taking fans out for karaoke, over two hundred people at that, so jealous.”
A new arrival to the live broadcast room expressed their resentment.
“Nonsense, what does the streamer have to do with it?
The streamer is just a side act, our brother Fan is the main event,” said a member of the Face-Slapping Team immediately.
“What’s that supposed to mean?
Last time, our brother Fan took a few hundred of us from the Face-Slapping Team to a Five Stars hotel and we had ’82 Lafite.”
“Yeah, when has our brother Fan ever been stingy?
Dude, join our Face-Slapping Team, brother Fan is full of tricks.”
“Stop it, I feel sorry for myself, why am I so far from S City.”
A middle-aged man saw a large group of people walking towards him and felt a chill down his spine.
Goodness, over two hundred people?
Damn, are they here for a fight or what?
Royal Family KTV had been open for several years now and no one had ever dared to cause trouble there.
“What are you all doing?” the middle-aged man asked, holding the alarm and ready to call the police at any moment.
Zhang Fan’s mouth twitched.
God damn, we’ve come all this way, what else could we do?
Obviously, we’re here for karaoke!
“I say, boss, do you still want to do business or not?
Hurry up, open several luxury private rooms!” Zhang Fan said helplessly.
The boss then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and led Zhang Fan and his group to the private rooms.
A group of guys mulled over the idea of joining Zhang Fan in his room, but with over two hundred people, one luxury private room could hardly fit them all.
After some discussion, they left Yang Haochen and a few girls behind.
The rest ordered snacks and drinks and started their raucous singing.
In Zhang Fan’s private room, the atmosphere was quite awkward.
Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang stared at each other, both wide-eyed
As for Ouyang Feng, the girl in his arms held a box of popcorn and was feeding it to him, one kernel at a time.
Weng Yufeng was discussing live streaming issues with Yang Haochen.
The few girls, however, were visibly uneasy.
Zhang Fan reluctantly picked up the microphone and selected the song “Exaggerated.”
“If someone asks me I will tell, but when no one comes, I wait until I’m in despair, having words to say…”
As soon as he began to sing, everyone in the private room turned their eyes toward him.
“Damn, bro, did you forget to turn off the original track?” Ouyang Feng asked.
Zhang Fan turned around and rolled his eyes at Ouyang Feng.
Zhang Fan spoke this line in Cantonese.
Suddenly, Ouyang Feng’s eyes widened.
“Damn, are you really the one singing?”
For them, this song by Eason was an absolute favorite.
Holy crap, Zhang Fan’s voice sounded exactly like Eason’s.
Both Weng Yufeng and Yang Haochen were stunned.
Damn, is that really Zhang Fan singing?
Weng Shuang and Ye Yanran were also astonished; even though they couldn’t sing, they had heard the song before.
The tone, the rhythm, it was all identical!
The live broadcast room at this moment also exploded into chaos.
“Damn, brother Fan knows how to sing ‘Exaggerated’?
This is like a freaking perfect portrayal!”
“Ahh, I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m a die-hard Eason fan, oh my god, I feel like I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Shit, this dude knows how to race cars and sing?”
Zhang Fan immersed himself back into the song, closing his eyes as if he had entered the world of the song.
“My mood hesitates like a jar’s lid, waiting to be lifted, but my lips are nurturing green moss…”
That year, as a freshman, he lost the freedom to play basketball; his academic results hung at the bottom of the entire school; classmates mocked him, and the fat kid ridiculed him.
Sitting in the corner, he seemed out of place with the whole world.
At that time, he had only one brother, Gao Qi, but he couldn’t talk about such things, so he had to endure it all alone, in silence.
The phrase “like a walking corpse” perfectly described him then.
On a quiet night, deep into the night, he heard this song by Eason.
As soon as he listened, it was for several years.
Word by word, as if it touched his soul.
“The calmer you are in the crowd, the more you are ignored; you have to create your own accidents…”
The deep voice, like a rope, lifted everyone’s hearts.
“You think I’m being extravagant, but I exaggerate because I’m afraid; like wooden, like stone words, do they get noticed…”
Though the tune was supposed to be sung in a high pitch, Zhang Fan sang it in a very deep voice.
Suppressed, dead-like suppression.
It felt as if a mountain suddenly pressed down upon the heart, leaving one gasping for breath!
“Why do I feel like crying.”
“Fan’s voice is so heart-wrenching!”
“That year at eighteen, during the school dance, standing like a lackey, that was when I swore to everyone, with tears, that they had to see me…”
Yes, when he was eighteen, right after the end of the first term of his senior year, the school organized a party.
He stood in the corner then, just like a lackey, watching the splendid fireworks.
Just like the scene in the song!
At that moment, he made a vow, whether for his dad or himself, he had to stand out.
To shut the mouths of all those who had mocked him!
And now, he had done it!
Academic achievements, first place in the entire school.
He had healed his father’s hand and met Ye Xuan!
All of this, it was all thanks to the Flower Protection System.
Thinking of such a dreamlike transformation, tears uncontrollably surged from Zhang Fan’s eyes.
At this moment, Yang Haochen also stood up, adjusted his position, and aimed the camera at Zhang Fan’s face.
When he saw the tears at the corners of Zhang Fan’s eyes, he was shocked!
“My heart is breaking for him!”
“Oh my god, what on earth has Fan been through!”
In the live stream, men and women alike were staring blankly at Zhang Fan singing with his eyes closed.
At that moment, in that scene, with that song, they could not hold back their tears.
“You think I’m being extravagant, but I exaggerate because I’m afraid; like wooden, like stone words, do they get noticed…”
Suddenly, the high-pitched singing voice stabbed fiercely into everyone’s hearts like a knife.
Weng Shuang and Ye Yanran blinked their long lashes.
Their eyes were fixed on the seemingly lonely back of Zhang Fan.
Especially Ye Yanran, who had researched Zhang Fan and heard bits and pieces of his high school years from Ye Xuan.
A father with a broken arm that supported him through woodcarving, who suffered an irreparable brain injury due to a fever in childhood.
In school, although he was in a key class, his grades were at the bottom of the entire school.
She could imagine what Zhang Fan had endured over the years!
Just like a long time ago, those around her looked at her as if she was terminally ill; she would remember that feeling for her entire life.
Loneliness, despair, weeping silently by herself in the deep, quiet of the night.
But at least she had her mother and her sister, but what about Zhang Fan?
It seemed like he had to endure it all by himself, in silence.