117: It's really troublesome to interact with humans.

After sorting through his schedule, Chen Fang opened his memo.

His thumbs quickly typed.

The wishes to remember for tomorrow night are—

First, good health for my parents, myself, Xiaobai, and my friends.

Second, to get rich.

After Chen Fang typed these three words, his brows furrowed slightly.

Too vague. How would the meteor know what to do? Let's make it clearer and more specific.

Second, to win the Wenxing Cup and get published. Any award would be fine, as long as it comes with promotional resources. Because in this matter, what he cares about most are negative emotional values and the right to speak during subsequent film and television adaptations.

...

Twelfth, to win an award at the three major international film festivals within five years, no unit limit, a newcomer award would also be acceptable.

Chen Fang scanned it with satisfaction.

These twelve should be enough; if there are more, he won't be able to remember them. The meteor can pick and choose; surely some can be realized?

Chen Fang closed his memo, got up, and went downstairs to find food.

At the same time, in a villa not far away.

Yue Qingzhu climbed to the second floor with her backpack, entered the study, slumped into a chair, and slowly pulled out her books, tablet, and computer, putting them back on the desk.

There's a Simmons bed in books, indeed.

Today, she went to the Central Conservatory of Music again to seek guidance from a teacher on lyrics and composition.

Regarding that place, she could only say... the school's teachers collectively bully my weak brain.

She yawned, put the books back on the shelf, hung her backpack on the wall, and casually walked out of the study, pushing the door open.

Returning to the first floor, she picked up the omurice she had ordered, sat down at the dining table, and while eating dinner, she opened her phone and clicked on the latest ranking data that Sister Liu had sent her at noon.

Her gaze swept across the screen, and she instantly froze.

She saw that a song had once again entered the music charts, rushing to second place, and had reached first place on the MV chart!

Yue Qingzhu put down her chopsticks and raised a hand to cover her mouth.

The MV she starred in had never reached first place before!

She took a deep breath, blinked to confirm she hadn't seen wrong, then excitedly stood up, spun around excitedly, and bounced twice.

Ah, so happy.

Thanks to Chen Fang, she must thank him properly. Otherwise, she always feels indebted.

Yue Qingzhu held her phone, excitedly bouncing for a while, finally calming down a bit, and sat back down.

She glanced at the mirror on the table, only to see her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed with excitement. She raised a hand and patted her cheeks.

Calm down, calm down!

Yue Qingzhu took a deep breath, picked up her spoon again, scooped a bite of omurice, and put it into her mouth.

How to thank Chen Fang...

As soon as she thought about this question, a rich aroma wafted from her tongue. The fried rice was distinct and chewy, and the truffle mixed with the creamy scent bloomed in her mouth.

Yue Qingzhu's eyes lit up.

So delicious!

Next time, she must recommend this restaurant to the hero.

She propped her chin, unconsciously poking the omurice with her spoon.

A mere omurice is definitely not enough.

Give him money? Always giving money feels like showing off. Besides, talented people should probably view money as dirt, right? Forget it, exclude such perfunctory and insincere methods.

A gift? He also has money. If it's electronic products, he would buy what he needs himself.

Keep an eye out for opportunities for him? But he has Tang Chen.

It seems there are no suitable material gifts.

Then let's communicate and treat him to a meal.

Where to eat then?

Yue Qingzhu scooped another bite of omurice, eating and thinking.

Eat out? If paparazzi catch them, they'll write all sorts of nonsense, which would be very annoying.

So close, invite him to her house for a meal?

Yue Qingzhu quickly shook her head, not suitable, not suitable.

Inviting He Yuanyuan to her house for dinner is fine, but not a male.

It's not that she's afraid of danger, but that it would be socially embarrassing.

After all, her public image is cold and aloof, keeping people at a distance.

But at home, there are many anime figures on the wall, and cosplay costumes in her walk-in closet. Of course, she wouldn't wear them out; she just wears them at home and imagines herself as an anime character, which makes her very happy.

But if she were seen... No, no, she is a proper person and absolutely cannot be misunderstood.

Yue Qingzhu was in a dilemma until the omurice was gone, and she still hadn't thought of a good way to express her gratitude.

Forget it, I'll ask Chen Fang.

He's right; instead of making things difficult for herself, it's better to make things difficult for others.

Yue Qingzhu slowly looked up, blinking as she gazed out the window. It seemed like she had used the enemy's strength to defeat the enemy.

She shook her head, no, no, this is to fulfill his wishes.

She took a deep breath and picked up her phone to send a message to Chen Fang.

In the villa not far away.

Chen Fang was in the music room trying out instruments one by one. Just as he tapped the drum kit twice, his phone rang.

He picked it up and saw a message from Yue Qingzhu:

"Thank you for your song and MV. I'd like to treat you to a meal. Where do you think would be suitable?"

Countless delicious restaurants popped into Chen Fang's mind. After a moment of thought, he replied, "The whole team?"

On the other side of the network.

Yue Qingzhu was about to send the message she had just typed, "Or, do you have anything else you want?" when she saw Chen Fang's reply.

Yue Qingzhu froze, blinked, and loudly exclaimed, "Huh? Ha!"

Her mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, she looked up and her gaze darted around the dining room for a few moments.

She let out another 'ha' and retracted her gaze, quickly deleting the text she had just typed and rewriting: "Haha, of course! It must be the whole team, my meaning is that everyone eats together, it's impossible to leave them behind and just the two of us eat."

Yue Qingzhu pouted and glared at her phone.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming!

She pursed her lips, cupped her cheeks, and scanned the context, then suddenly froze, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Oh no, that's not right. When he said "The whole team?" he seemed to be asking if it was everyone or just a few core people. Not, everyone or just the two of us.

Ah—

Yue Qingzhu raised her hand to cover her face.

It's over, social death.

Is there a comet that can destroy the Earth in five seconds?

Another message popped up on the screen: "Recommend a good restaurant, right? Which day?"

Yue Qingzhu bit her lip and quickly typed: "Tomorrow night, it's Friday tomorrow."

On the other end of the network.

Chen Fang's brows furrowed slightly.

Tomorrow night, he has to assign tasks to the meteor.

Chen Fang thought for a moment and replied, "There are many delicious places, but there's a meteor shower tomorrow night. If you want to make a wish, I suggest you can go to Lizhu Restaurant nearby, or a resort or private club in the suburbs. If you don't consider the meteor shower, I also suggest choosing a nearby place."

Like many celebrities, they live in Chaoyang District, which is also a concentrated area for entertainment companies. Tianji Entertainment and team members are also here. So the restaurants he recommended were all in Chaoyang District.

Wait, no, if she wants to book a restaurant, she can just ask her agent, right?

Why ask him?

Chen Fang thought for a while and suddenly understood.

Oh, I see, he's the main contributor, so she must pay attention to his taste.

Chen Fang added, "I'm not picky about food, and I can eat high-calorie foods, so my recommendations might be a bit vague."

He added the last sentence because, what if he was overthinking it? Suddenly mentioning his taste might seem a bit narcissistic.

On the other end of the phone.

"Okay, thank you." Yue Qingzhu placed her phone face down on the table and casually buried herself in her meal.

Ah, how awkward.

Interacting with humans is really troublesome.