Chapter Ninety-Three: An Unexpected Encounter, Mixed Martial Arts

After handing the script and content to Liu Hanyue and Wang Churuo, he had them memorize it and try to imitate it, while Cheng Yao took out his phone in the pavilion and started idly scrolling.

He skimmed the trending topics, all of them talking about how a celebrity’s girlfriend is forever eighteen, how some man in his thirties had found himself an eighteen-year-old...

Cheng Yao thought that was perfectly normal. If you had money, your wife could still be unborn for all it mattered. Look at some of those tycoons—who doesn’t go for a young wife?

Men always like the young.

Just as women like the rich; it was the same principle.

At that moment, his phone rang.

Cheng Yao glanced at the unfamiliar number and said, “Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Cheng. This is Lisa. Your custom guitar has arrived. When would you have time to come by the shop and pick it up?”

“Fine. I’ll come around four or five.”

“Great, great... then... see you...”

The custom Fender had arrived. Unfortunately, the Top Ten Singers competition was already over, so it probably wouldn’t get much use. At best, it could be brought out for show—and there wasn’t even much to show off.

Cheng Yao had also settled into a lazy calm, as though he had nothing to do.

Could life really just pass like this, day after day, while he completed his daily tasks and scrolled through the hours?

It didn’t seem so bad...

He felt he might be getting a little too pampered by his own good fortune. Who wouldn’t want a life like this?

Liu Hanyue looked over the script and, after deciding there was no problem, asked, “If we’re just filming videos from now on, will we also need to take advertisements?”

“Yes. In the future, we’ll take on whatever the company arranges. Don’t worry—I’ll help you filter out the good ones.”

“Mm.”

Liu Hanyue showed no sign of resistance.

Although her family had some money, she felt that earning her own was truly nice, and spending it felt even better.

In truth, the reason they had risen so quickly was mainly because Liu Hanyue and Lu Mengyao already had a foundation of fans. With a little packaging and some content, money naturally came rolling in.

One or two videos might not show much, but as the videos piled up, the effect would become more and more obvious. Lu Mengyao, especially, could fit far too many styles.

Sweet as milk, or coy and flirtatious alike.

After filming and editing the video with his excellent technical skills, Cheng Yao found nothing awkward in it, so he had Liu Hanyue and Wang Churuo upload it.

Lin Ketong did not yet have any particularly outstanding performance, but she was also a promising stock.

Once Wang Yiming finished negotiating with the platform, they would be able to screen some influencers to sign.

Money was not the issue. The real issue was the connections.

After leaving the school, Cheng Yao drove straight to Xinjiekou. That evening, he planned to invite Lin Ketong out, take her for a spin, and have some fun.

He parked in front of the building and went inside to take the elevator.

Soon he entered the music shop, where Lisa came over warmly. “Mr. Cheng, good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon.”

Lisa took the item from the cabinet. The guitar case was colorful, bright and busy, very much in the Fender style.

When it was opened, it revealed a blue guitar, the one he had originally chosen.

In truth, it had not really been his choice—Lisa had helped select it, saying blue looked youthful and stylish, while black and the others seemed too old-fashioned. Young people should choose the color of youth.

All in all, it looked excellent.

Cheng Yao picked it up and tried it out. It felt good in the hand; no wonder it cost more than two hundred thousand. Holding it was entirely different from an ordinary guitar.

After putting it away, Cheng Yao smiled and said, “Not bad. I’ll send some business your way next time.”

“Wonderful, wonderful. Take care.”

He took the elevator back down. As soon as he reached the ground floor, he saw a familiar car parked in front of him.

In the G-Class, Chen Xingyan, wearing sunglasses, removed them in surprise. “Cheng... Cheng Yao?”

“Chen Xingyan...” Cheng Yao smiled and nodded. What a coincidence.

No wonder it looked familiar. Chen Xingyan’s license plate was ordinary, so he hadn’t remembered it, yet it still seemed vaguely familiar.

“You wait a moment.”

Chen Xingyan parked the car and smiled. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to pick up a guitar. I had one custom-made. I didn’t expect this to be such a coincidence...”

“I’m here to train mixed martial arts on this floor.”

“...”

Cheng Yao felt a little stunned. He suddenly remembered what Lin Sujiao had said yesterday: that they were both so thin, and together they still might not beat Chen Xingyan.

So that was what she meant.

I wouldn’t be so sure...

Cheng Yao felt that with his current physical condition, even without technique, his strength alone might be enough to beat someone senseless with wild punches.

His eyes lit up. He knew why he had been feeling empty—it was because he had nothing to do. Perhaps mixed martial arts was a good choice?

After all, now that he had money and improved physical condition, shouldn’t his fighting ability improve too?

Otherwise, if he ran into someone unreasonable, what if he died unfairly?

Such people did exist. Just recently, he had even seen a video of someone stabbing a stranger to death on the street with a knife. They said there was no other reason—he simply wanted to take a few people with him before he died, so he could feel less at a loss.

If you ran into a lunatic like that,

what could you do?

Other than counting yourself unlucky, it seemed there was no other way. It was pitiful that girl to have died so unjustly, and heartbreaking for the parents who had worked so hard to raise her.

“Wait for me a moment. I’ll put my things down. Actually, I exercise often—don’t let my slight frame fool you. I’m in very good shape...”

“...All right.”

Chen Xingyan nodded lightly. He was also interested in mixed martial arts. For someone who focused on music, his hobbies were rather broad.

Cheng Yao set his things down in the car, then came back and rolled up his sleeves. “Look at this triceps. Pretty fierce, right?”

“...?”

Chen Xingyan looked momentarily blank, then nodded lightly. It was true that you couldn’t tell from the outside, but he did have a pretty solid foundation.

Cheng Yao smiled. Don’t be jealous—it came from pills.

Chen Xingyan gave him a strange look. “You... want to learn mixed martial arts too?”

“A little. I don’t have evening classes, so I have time.”

“Then let’s take a look first...”

Chen Xingyan figured Cheng Yao was probably just acting on a whim and would retreat once he realized how hard it was.

So the two of them took the elevator up. Chen Xingyan was very beautiful, in a different kind of way.

When they reached the twelfth floor, the elevator stopped.

Cheng Yao naturally had no idea there were practice rooms upstairs, or that at the entrance there was even a branch of the Jiangsu, Jinling, Chinese Martial Arts Association, which looked impressively powerful.

He looked around and saw all kinds of combat styles—things like Korean karate, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Muay Thai, and more...

Among them, most of the Korean taekwondo students were children.

He couldn’t help but sigh. Children were easy to make money from. Whether learning this was for fitness or something else was hard to say; one could only call it starting young.

Those who could train in these things from childhood were all from families with money.

Following behind Chen Xingyan, he had to admit that her figure was excellent, graceful and alluring. Since she trained in mixed martial arts, her flexibility was probably especially good.

Cheng Yao’s imagination began to run wild, and then he saw a burly man walking over.

“Hello. I’m Chen Yongrui, the instructor here for mixed martial arts, fifth-degree black belt. You’re a friend of Xingyan’s, right?”

“Yes.”

“Our training here is a bit tough. I don’t know if you can stick with it. If you can, it will greatly improve your physical condition, and there are also some self-defense techniques...”

Chen Yongrui glanced at Cheng Yao, thinking the kid probably came here to chase girls.

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