However, the piano was different. It was said that there was no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. When it came to piano playing skills, other people's views were never objective. Subjective consciousness dominated, and there had always been arguments about who was the best. It was the same logic as writing an essay.
Through several videos and live broadcasts, many people had already admired his skills. During the period when he was playing, people who watched his live broadcasts or videos might think that he was the best in history and that he had successfully built a statue of a god. However, after a while, they would gradually forget about him.
However, it was difficult for people to worship him like they worshipped the God of Racing. After all, the God of Racing's racing record was there for all to see. No one could surpass it.
As for piano skills, there was no quantitative assessment standard.
Looking at the countless people applauding and joining in the fun, Chen Guang made up his mind. Before he built a statue of a god, he would focus on sharpening pencils. Someday, if he had the opportunity to go on TV or participate in a talent show, he might as well try it live on TV.
Originally, he planned to keep Fan Lingshan in Le Lai. However, although Fan Lingshan had recognized him as her family, they were still unfamiliar with each other. If Chen Guang wanted to leave, how could she be willing to stay in Le Lai?
Her reason was also very good. She wanted to re-study for her third year of high school and take the college entrance examination at Gokyo University next year. She had already enrolled in a cram school in Wujing, so she had to go back to class.
"Our high school is also very good. When I was studying at this school, I easily got in," said Chen Guang.
Fan Lingshan firmly refused, "Teacher Zhuo said that her uncle teaches at Seventh High School. When school starts, I can go to Seventh High School to listen in."
"Okay, you win. Seventh High School is very strong." Chen Guang burst into tears. My good sister, why don't you understand your brother's thoughts? In fact, I just want you to stay at home so that I can go back and spend time with Teacher Zhuo!
No, I must rent the room opposite Teacher Zhuo's door and let Lingshan live there. That way, I can steal her scent at night!
"Alright, alright, let's go back together." Chen Guang had no choice but to accept his fate.
After waving goodbye to his parents, relatives, and friends, Chen Guang started the car and drove out. When he passed by a building, he stopped and pointed to the hotpot restaurant on the second floor, saying, "Lingshan, this restaurant used to be called Guoguang Bang Bang Xiang. It's our family's hotpot city."
"Then let's go and take a look."
"No, this shop belongs to someone else now. I just thought of some unhappy things. Actually, I just don't want Dad to work so hard anymore. Otherwise, I would have bought it back."
It had been a year since the incident. Whether it was Chen Guang, Chen Guoli, or even the local police officers in Lelai County, they still had no clue about the food poisoning case.
Everyone knew that Chen Guoli was reliable and it was impossible for there to be any problems with the ingredients. It was a case of food poisoning. Even if Yuan Fang did not look at it, there must be something fishy about it. How could he handle it?
He could not catch the culprit, the incident happened in his own hotpot restaurant, and the signs of poisoning were so similar to food poisoning. Other than the Chen family taking the blame themselves, there was nothing they could do.
"Brother, don't be sad. Heaven's net has a long way to go. The truth will come to light sooner or later," Fan Lingshan comforted him.
Chen Guang nodded. "Of course, I'm not in a hurry. I don't really need that money now. I'm just a little unhappy thinking about how my family was tricked so badly for no reason."
His confidence was not without reason. Now that the Heavenly Holy Grail had been upgraded to the second level, there was still a long way to go.
When the Old Man completed the Three Thousand Worlds and became the true Master of the Holy Grail, a god-like existence, he could dig you out with just a thought, okay?
It's never too late for a villain to take revenge. I, Master Guang, am more vengeful than a villain. Don't let me catch you!
When he returned to Wujing, it was really a coincidence. The tenant of the house opposite Zhuo Jingsi's was just about to leave, and the landlord brought an agent over to look at the house.
Chen Guang decided to rent it on the spot. Firstly, he would definitely not be able to return to school in the near future. Secondly, of course, he wanted Lingshan to stay with him. At night, he could go knock on Zhuo Jingsi's door!
"That's good too. Chen Guang, you can stay opposite the house alone. Lingshan and I will stay together. You don't have to go out to eat." Zhuo Jingsi happily made the decision.
"Huh?" Chen Guang was dumbfounded. After so long, it still didn't work out! This was different from what he wanted!
Suddenly moving to a new house, and renting someone else's house at that, there was naturally a lot of work to do. Chen Guang did not have much experience in this aspect. After helping out for half a day, he kicked Zhuo Jingsi and Fan Lingshan into the internet cafe in the school square.
Great, the two of you are full of energy. I'm happy to be a hands-off boss. Chen Guang happily entered the internet cafe.
He was a frequent visitor here. He and Wenwen had stirred up a lot of bloodshed here for a long time. When Wu Tong got into trouble, Sun Xiaoxun and the rest of the class had to hide in this place.
But this time, as soon as he entered the door, he realized something was wrong.
Look, what did I see!
It was a picture of the Old Man sitting on a booth in the internet cafe, rubbing his sword tower!
F * ck!
He did not know which wicked grandson took this picture. At that time, he had not obtained the Holy Grail yet. He was a proper burden. He took a picture of the wicked grandson from the side. He was busy working while sweating profusely, and this wicked grandson even took a picture of his computer screen.
0 kills, 33 deaths, 0 assists.
I was f * cking endorsed!
So be it. Why did you have to post my terrible battle record? Aren't you trying to embarrass this old man by doing this? You guys didn't take pictures of the few times I became a god?
The caption below said, "Shiyue Goddess's boyfriend, Chen Guang, is a platinum member of the internet cafe. Come and play games with the goddess's boyfriend! Apply for a membership card now. 20% off! Get drinks! "
"Brother Chen Guang!" The staff recognized him at a glance.
Chen Guang's face darkened. He pointed at the poster that took up almost half the wall. "What's going on?"
Seeing that Chen Guang's expression didn't look good, the manager was terrified. He was afraid that Chen Guang would call the female tyrannosaurus Wenwen over again. He broke out in a cold sweat. "Boss … Boss asked me to do this … Brother Chen Guang, I'm really sorry. We all thought you wouldn't come again. This, this is really … I'll call the boss over immediately!"
I can't take the blame for this!
In less than 30 seconds, the boss, who was sitting in his booth playing with others, ran over. "Brother Guang, look at what I've done! If you have any complaints, I'll tear it down immediately. I didn't tell you, so I violated your portrait rights. I did something stupid. I was wrong. Please be magnanimous and let me go. Considering that you and Miss Wen have smashed our door so many times over the years. "
"F * ck! 0 kills, 33 deaths, and 0 assists! I can't take it! This game is a stain on my life! F * ck, why did you guys only take this game? Ah? Look, we've won 38: 44. I've taken 33 out of 38 kills by myself! No, we can't be friends anymore. There's no place for you in the internet cafe world anymore. I have 99 ways to destroy your internet cafe. "
The boss and the staff were stunned. You don't care about the image rights, but the 0 kills, 33 deaths, and 0 assists!
"Don't! Don't! Brother, I was wrong! " The owner of the internet cafe had also watched the live broadcast of the public trial. Someone who could defeat Xu Lizheng in front of the whole nation had 99 ways to deal with the owner of the internet cafe. "You can't blame me for this! I don't have any other suitable photos! These photos weren't taken by me. They were taken by him! "
The boss decisively betrayed the staff.
The staff had a long face. "Boss, you can't be like this! You can't blame me for this. Brother Guang, you were too focused on your game. You don't know how lively the internet cafe was when you got those numbers. I just took a photo and used it. "
Chen Guang's face darkened. A stain on his life! This was definitely a huge stain on his life! An unforgivable stain on his life!
He vaguely remembered that he was in a terrible fix at that time. He had sunk into desolation and was unable to extricate himself. If he had known that there were so many scumbags standing behind him to watch the fun, he would have definitely thrown the machine down and run away!
No, I have to redeem my reputation!
Otherwise, this stain will grow all the way to my God statue!
He thought of the free faith points he got when he performed his pencil sharpening skills in the hall of his hometown. An idea popped into his mind. Anyway, he was famous now.
Why was he still hiding it?
Why not just do a live stream in the internet cafe? I'm also streaming on the live streaming platform. I'm now the first godly player in the Chinese server. If the young lads in this internet cafe and the viewers watching the live stream can witness me surging to the top 10 in the Southeast Asia server, the European server, and the American server at the same time, I'll be able to gather a whole bunch of fanatical fans if they see me surging to the top 10 in the Southeast Asia server, the European server, and the American server!
There were more people who liked games than racing. The most important thing was that the viewers who liked games were more likely to get carried away. There was a higher chance of producing fanatical fans like Lu Fei!
Any retired professional gamer or second-tier streamer could become a fanatic fan demon. Those female fans would even sacrifice themselves. How fanatical. With the Old Man's invincible skills, it wouldn't be hard for him to get some die-hard fans, right?
One Lu Fei was worth 20 faith points. If he could get 10,000 fanatical fans through live streaming, he would immediately earn 200,000 faith points a day!
There were also those ordinary fans, ordinary fans, passers-by fans, and leftover fans with a hint of black in the middle and a hint of black in the middle. The GDP of this statue of God was going to skyrocket!
There was no need to explain how it would beat Otto's God statue!
Although it might be difficult, how would he know if he didn't try!
Forget it, the Old Man was going to be rich!
I've decided. I'll stay in this internet cafe to get more points! Live stream to get more points! The hundreds of people in this internet cafe were the first batch of fans of Master Guang. Once my God statue is built, none of you are allowed to leave without at least 17 to 18 faith points!
Even if you beat them up, you will get more than 10 faith points!
Do you see my fist that's as big as a clay pot?
Don't you worship me? First, ask if my fist agrees or not!
The other thing was the live stream viewers. Their personal goals were as follows: When the God statue is built, there will be at least 5,000 fanatical fans! 100,000 normal fans! It was decided just like that!
Alright, he was actually a little sad. If he had known this earlier, he would have joined the League of Legends Cup. Although he was a relic of Sword Tower and a super loyal fan, he couldn't deny the fact that there were more League of Legends players.
Forget it, let's not think about this for now. I'll focus on what's in front of me first. Once I've decided, I'll start!
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