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Dragon Boat Translation
Editor:
Dragon Boat Translation
Whoosh!
After the esquire finished his skit with the handsome young man, he proceeded to let out a sigh of relief. These three acres of land have finally returned to his control.
Let’s take a break.
He told the other staff members, and then took out a dozen red bulls and some iced mineral water from the fridge in the corner and handed them to the other members of the cast, particularly focused on the four new actresses playing servants. One of them smiled and turned down the red bull and the water. Silently he remembered. From now on he won’t have to bother with this girl for the next few days.
Holding a red bull in one hand and a small electric fan in the other, the esquire looked down, still seeing the ‘tower-esque’ fatman.
What do you guys think he’s doing?
He closed the mic, curiously asking the servant actresses next to him.
At first I thought he was purely being humorous, dancing and jumping around, but no matter how I look at it now, something seems wrong? See, he keeps giving people a thumbs up, is he a positive energy ambassador, dedicated to cheering on others?
The esquire was very satisfied with his own words. He had opened up a discussion on a topic that was interesting and engaged everyone to talk, as well as showing off his own sense of humor and keen observation skills.
Yeah, he does look a bit weird, but he doesn’t seem like the type with mental issues.
Who knows, young people nowadays are sneaky, you think he made a fool out of himself, but he might be the one who had us fooled!
I don’t think so, he’s so chubby and cute, and I died laughing from that dance.
The actress for Miss Wang took off the outer layer of her costume, pulled up a stool and sat down to eat some watermelon. She sharply glanced at the three young girls who had just entered the community—then at the actor playing the esquire, who was not much older than herself. Here they go again.
She didn’t know if it was because these girls were really stupid, or just pretending to be, to be able to willingly chat about low IQ subjects with pervy scum like him.
He’s still gesturing!
Why does it look like expressionist art?
…
Meng Fan also knew that his chances of being hit again by the silk ball and going up on stage to ‘perform’ was slim, so he wasn’t stupid enough to stay in the venue and wait to be picked.
However, after the +1 point increase for validation, Meng Fan could clearly feel he was gaining more and more likes from people looking over.
For example, before when he had given someone a compliment, only two or three would look over, confused. After adding the first validation point, that number had gone up by one. After the second validation point, this number increased by another one, maybe two.
The higher his validation score was, the more people noticed him, the faster he would be able to collect his adoration points.
As he had his thumbs-up, Meng Fan continued to stroll through Song Cheng. By 3:30 in the afternoon, he had gained another 60,000 likes, reaching a total score of 21,000.
Alright, that’s enough for today.
Meng Fan, who had just garnered 100,000 likes completing task phase 2 in one day was very pleased with his accomplishments. Now, his score had been doubled. If he continued in this efficient manner, even if there wasn’t a silk ball toss, Meng Fan was 100% confident he could complete the entire task and receive the remaining 1000 points in five days.
He leisurely walked out of Song Cheng, jumping on a bus headed back to campus, then returned to his dormitory. The entire trip, Meng Fan did not rest, managing to collect another five thousand likes.
From the Xing Ta Ge’s minifridge, he pulled out the ice marble cola he had put in before, then opened it. Hearing this soulful sound, his entire body felt cooler before he even drank it.
After a few gulps, the pores on his body opened up, singing a song of praise.
This song seems a bit extraordinary.
He pulled out his fully charged phone, beginning to read the novel, preparing his stream content for the night.
Hey fatty, you’re screwed.
After a while, Zhang Zhou Wei and Xing Ta Ge walked in, gloating all the way.
Mr. Ma called you out today!
What happened?
Meng Fan put down his phone curiously.
Hehe, Mr. Ma took attendance today!
Xing Ta Ge said.
Once in a thousand years, Mr. Ma took attendance this afternoon, besides you, there were five other people who skipped today’s class. However, it was as if he had forgotten about the other five, only remembering you, even mentioning it several times. Mr. Ma is such a nice person, but even his face went red with anger because of you! Mr. Ma said you can say goodbye to taking his professional class!
I only skipped a few classes, and I wasn’t even close to him, how could he be so angry?
Meng Fan’s mouth twitched. If Mr. Ma, who took attendance once in a millennium had mentioned himself several times, there must be more to it, besides his memorable appearance.
Validation!
This must be fking related to the +2 validation points!
Goddammit!
When Meng Fan understood this was for sure related to this metaphysical attribute, he almost spat out blood.
What kind of bullsht system is this?!
Shouldn’t the System help the protagonist achieve success and conquer the four seas and eight continents?
Even if there was no business success, at least it should help the protagonist achieve a better life, not troll your life!
I knew that people should stay low-key, what’s the fcking use for such a strong sense of validation? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
The more he thought of the increased chances of being called out for skipping class, the more his balls hurt.
He had finally come across a task that was easy and fast to complete, but as a result, the rewarded attribute is toxic!
Sinking in his chair, Meng Fan wanted to die.
Stop pretending to die! Hurry, get up and go apologize to Mr. Ma! His heart is still soft, if you say it, he won’t give you trouble!
Write your guarantee letter first, then go!
Mr. Ma must still be in his office! Hurry, hurry! Hurry hurry hurry! Run like the wind!
Meng Fan straightened himself out, then went to apologize to the professor as Zhang Zhou Wei had suggested.
An hour later, Meng Fan walked out of Mr. Ma’s classroom, exhaling in relief.
Mr. Ma was indeed soft-hearted. After scolding him for half an hour, Mr. Ma finally loosened up and said he will see how he behaves.
This matter finally came to an end, but… It would be really hard to skip class from now on. And who knew what stupid circumstance would arise.
Buzz buzz buzz.
An unknown number. Meng Fan answered,
Hello, I am currently at Hang Zhou harbor…
Hung up.
Buzz.
Just after hanging up, Meng Fan received a text message.
Hello, I’m Messi. I am in trouble right now, I’ve been taken over by the gambling/soccer corporation…
Buzz, another one.
Hello, we are the Hua Xia construction bank. I just inquired about your bank card, and it says you just spent 1.2 million dollars in Thailand yesterday. Is this your own consumption?
Yep, I bought an elephant, what now?
You’re such a liar. Fk, you ruined it!
Buzz buzz buzz.
As if it was planned, Meng Fan received three more sales calls and four fraudulent messages on his way back to the dormitory.
Is this mayhem related to my increased sense of validation as well?
Meng Fan was really panicking now!
He downloaded an app to block the unknown numbers and texts, then pretended he hadn’t seen them.
Duang!
He’d just entered the dormitory building, when a guy came running straight into Meng Fan’s embrace, only to be bounced aside.
What the Fu…
It can’t be this eerie!
This attribute was poisonous, and did all the metaphysical influences appeared at once?
Hm. Meng fan thought about it. He couldn’t blame this on the validation points, maybe this guy was too rushed, and Meng Fan was a very big roadblock.
Yes, that had to be it.
He had to remain calm!
Get bit by a snake once, be scared for… No, it was the initial snakebite he couldn’t afford to stand!
Meng Fan walked over and helped the guy up. Instinctively, he reached his thumb out only to immediately pull it back. He was a bit weary of completing this task now.
Fatty, something happened!
Meng Fan had just entered the room to change and go running to dissipate his anger when Zhang Zhou Wei’s wail rang through.
What in god’s name is wrong now?
Meng Fan’s heart had officially collapsed.
