After attending the Corale Film Festival, Fang Zhao returned to Huangzhou Institute of Art at Prof. Carter's urging.
HuangArt didn't seem to have changed much in the 10 days he had been away. It was just that some students had started discussing Fang Zhao in private. Fang Zhao had heard it many times on the day he returned, and those students thought they had covered it up well.
However, HuangArt was HuangArt after all. Even if they worshipped their idols, they were much more reserved.
On the day Fang Zhao returned, Will had taken Curly Hair for a stroll in a garden on campus to nurture his inspiration. Who knew that Curly Hair, who had been happily playing in the bushes, would suddenly run toward the dormitory. Will wasn't paying attention, and the leash slipped from his hand.
Curly Hair dragged the leash and ran like the wind toward the advanced student dormitory. He pounced at Fang Zhao, wagging his tail and whining like a spoiled child.
Fang Zhao hadn't seen Curly Hair's "long time no see and missed" behavior from the dormitory's surveillance footage. This little thing had been having a great time playing games last night. Luckily, he wasn't connected to the internet. If he had, his addiction would probably have been even greater.
Will, who had rushed over, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Fang Zhao. He had been scared out of his wits, afraid that Curly Hair would get lost. It was said that many dogs disappeared the moment the leash was let go. The dog-rearing manual also said that one had to hold the leash tightly when outside. Curly Hair hadn't been in such a situation for the past few days. He had been especially well-behaved, so well-behaved that Will had let down his guard and let go of the leash.
Will heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Fang Zhao, but he didn't feel good. I haven't even nurtured any inspiration, and it's over?
Fang Zhao saw Will's undisguised disappointment and greeted him before entering the dormitory.
Fang Zhao let Nanfeng, Zuo Yu, and Yan Biao return first. He put away the water tank containing the "rabbit" and fed it new feed before giving Curly Hair a simple checkup. Because of Curly Hair's uniqueness, Fang Zhao had prepared some simple testing tools.
In the end, Curly Hair didn't seem much different from before. Even his weight hadn't changed.
Fang Zhao crouched down and patted Curly Hair's head. "I might be heading out in two days to Mazhou to join Prof. Carter and the others on a project. You can continue hanging out with Will for another half a month."
Curly Hair's ears drooped as he rolled around Fang Zhao's feet and whined unhappily. His little paws even tugged at Fang Zhao's trousers.
Fang Zhao quietly watched Curly Hair rolling on the ground and said, "I'll buy you a new game."
Curly Hair flipped over and glanced over at the game console. His tail started wagging again.
As expected of a gamer dog.
Fang Zhao smiled and shook his head. He turned on the game console and looked at the statistics of the players. Curly Hair had played through all the standalone games he had bought previously and had achieved extremely high scores. Now, he was always grinding for high scores when he played games. Curly Hair had been so happy yesterday that he had probably broken his previous records. If this data was uploaded to the internet, it would definitely cause a sensation.
Erase all the data and delete the game completely.
Fang Zhao also bought a new little game from Fiery Bird. It was a physics themed puzzle game. The higher the level, the more difficult it would be, and the more complex the structure would be. After making the purchase, Fang Zhao switched to single-player mode, just like before.
Fang Zhao chose this game not only because of its novel design, unique color scheme, and novel effects. It also involved knowledge that was commonly used in everyday life, such as structural mechanics. The game's soundtrack was also pretty good. It blended in with the game and was natural and harmonious. The atmosphere was rather good.
Curly Hair barked a few times excitedly at the sight of a new game. If Fang Zhao hadn't stopped him, he would have immediately dove into the gaming helmet to have some fun.
After tidying up his dormitory, Fang Zhao was summoned by Mo Lang. Mo Lang wanted to give him a lecture on professional knowledge and professionalism. In the future, if it wasn't convenient to meet Fang Zhao in person, Mo Lang would teach Fang Zhao directly over the internet. Mo Lang told Fang Zhao that he would be responsible for all theoretical knowledge in the future.
After returning from Mo Lang's place, Fang Zhao was summoned by Carter to complete the paperwork.
Carter passed Fang Zhao a few application forms for him to fill out. "I will be heading over to Mazhou for the Spartacus Cup opening ceremony's music event soon. You will come with me and a few of your seniors. You will meet them there."
Just as Mo Lang had instructed, Carter had already arranged Fang Zhao's itinerary for the next few days the day he returned to school. He had even arranged it two days earlier than originally planned to prevent Fang Zhao from having any contact with the entertainment industry.
Fang Zhao had originally thought that he would have to stay on campus for two or three days before leaving. He hadn't expected Prof. Carter to make such tight arrangements.
This was the benefit of being a disciple of a master. If it was a solo effort, it would be very difficult to win an event like the Spartacus Cup in Mazhou, especially for young musicians in their twenties. There was simply no way they could come into contact with such events.
After completing the paperwork, Fang Zhao returned to his dormitory and saw Will standing at the door.
"I have something to discuss with you," Will said.
"Sure, let's talk inside."
After entering, Will's gaze lingered on Curly Hair for a good while before he asked Fang Zhao, "When are you going out again?"
During the time Fang Zhao had been attending the film festival, Will had treated Curly Hair like a rare and precious beast, afraid that he would go astray.
However, inspiration just wouldn't come.
Many times, Will had felt that he was very close and that he had chosen the right direction. However, he still couldn't grasp that thread of inspiration. He felt that there was definitely a problem somewhere.
After some analysis, Will felt that he hadn't spent enough time with Curly Hair. Humans and dogs weren't close enough, so his inspiration hadn't been nurtured. If he was given more time, perhaps he would have a breakthrough. Thus, Will came looking for Fang Zhao to discuss whether he could continue raising Curly Hair for a period of time.
Fang Zhao smiled. "What a coincidence. I was just about to look for you. Prof. Carter just asked me to come over. I have a project in Maosizhou that will take about half a month. "
Will's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great! " Then he promised Fang Zhao, "Don't worry. I will definitely take good care of him. I feel that I am already very close to my goal!"
Fang Zhao believed what Will had said. Now, Will placed Curly Hair above all else. What he said about being close to his goal was definitely true.
After seeing Will's portrait of himself, Fang Zhao was looking forward to seeing how Will would paint Curly Hair.
Just like before, Curly Hair would follow Will during the day and return to his dormitory at night. This little fella's mind was on games, so he wouldn't go out at night.
After Will left, Fang Zhao contacted Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother Fang in Yanbei City.
After the film festival had ended, Fang Zhao hadn't gone to Yanzhou to visit the two elders because Carter had been pressing him, but he still kept in touch.
This time, Great-Grandfather Fang was still the same as before, but Great-Grandmother Fang seemed to have something else to say. When she spoke to Fang Zhao, she hesitated for quite a while before telling him about how Great-Grandfather Fang had nearly choked to death on his own saliva.
At her age, she couldn't take fright. The old man was fine this time, but what about next time?
The old man hadn't been paying attention and choked on his own saliva. There were so many people in the retirement facility. Who at this age would be as fussy as him? The older he got, the less mature he was. He was as noisy as a child!
Great-Grandmother Fang sighed. "He doesn't listen to what others say. When I say something, he gets stubborn and thinks I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. Little Zhao, he will definitely listen to what you say. Tell him to be more stable. At his age, he should cultivate his character. He doesn't want to regress as he gets older. "
Fang Zhao hadn't expected such a thing to happen. Great-Grandmother Fang's worries were reasonable.
"All right, I'll think of something."
After ending the call, Fang Zhao thought about it carefully and felt that if he wanted Great-grandfather Fang to become more mature and calm, just talking wouldn't do him any good. It would be best if he could find something else for the old man to do and develop a new hobby.
Fang Zhao opened his address book and contacted people in Muzhou.
Yanbei retirement facility.
Great-Grandfather Fang pulled a long face when he found out that Great-Grandmother Fang had told Fang Zhao about him choking on his own saliva.
"You told Little Zhao about such a small matter! It was a pure accident. He's busy, so don't give him trouble! "Great-Grandfather Fang chided.
Great-Grandmother Fang gave him a sidelong glance. "You should control your restless heart! If you have excess energy, go farm. Get a few more plots of land to farm. That will save you the trouble! "
"How am I restless? How am I looking for trouble? I'm just showing off our family's Little Zhao! Also, I can't work in the fields every day. I'm just a bag of old bones. If I really work in the fields, I'll just fall to the ground. "There was something else that the Old Master didn't say. How could farming be more interesting than showing off his great-grandson?
The two elders bickered for a bit. Great-Grandfather Fang ignored them and sulked. He kept a straight face, but deep down, he was anxious. I wonder what Little Zhao will say when he calls again? Will he lose his temper?
Great-Grandfather Fang lost his appetite and couldn't sleep well. The next day, he was listless.
Fang Zhao finally called and told the two elders that he had gotten someone to send a package and that he would receive it today.
It was a small box of walnuts.
After the Period of Destruction, many walnut species had gone extinct. Now, most of them were new varieties developed by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.
The number of walnuts sent over from Muzhou wasn't much. It wasn't that they couldn't bear to part with them, but the type of walnuts Fang Zhao had mentioned were too rare. These were the leftover samples from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. After processing, they were immediately sent to Yanzhou.
Very quickly, Great-grandfather Fang received the small box that had been sent from Muzhou. Inside were manuals and copies of videos.
"Are these the walnuts Little Zhao mentioned?"
Great-grandfather Fang emptied out an even more exquisite chest and transferred the walnuts inside into his own treasure chest as if they were treasures.
Great-Grandmother Fang put on her glasses and picked up the manual. "Fitness walnuts?"
Great-Grandfather Fang followed the manual and grabbed two walnuts to feel them. "You don't say. Once I get my hands on them, I feel calm and at ease."
Great-Grandmother Fang: "..." What a load of bullshit!
Great-Grandfather Fang had an intoxicated look on his face as he continued lamenting, "Hey! These things are good. They can kill time and are beneficial to the body and mind without losing their style! "
To put it bluntly, these things were good for the body and did not hinder this old man from showing off.
Great-Grandmother Fang was expressionless. She felt that this old man might have unlocked another incredible skill.
After fiddling with the walnuts for a long time, Great-Grandfather Fang felt that he was familiar with the operation. He tossed his walking stick aside and picked out the two most pleasing to the eye from the precious box. With one hand behind his back and the other playing with the two walnuts, he went out to brag.
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