—I have lost.

—You don’t know my true power.

Meng Fan, who hadn’t updated his image inventory in a while, admitted defeat shortly after. He couldn’t win against Wu Tong in memes, but he had discovered a beautiful new world with her. It felt whimsical and beautiful.

“I’m off to bed. See you tomorrow morning.”

“Good night.”

After chatting with Wu Tong, Meng Fan continued to work on his manga.

“There’s a Spirit Underground” was on its 57th chapter update. MrSleepy, under Meng Fan’s reign, had reluctantly handed over some more text scripts so they could update all the way to chapter 70 with no problem.

The third volume of “Guide to Campus RoMANce” had just been released, with the previous two volumes being reprinted as well. Meng Fan didn’t expect this manga to produce much experience, but in the end, it had contributed 20,000 units of sales. Based on his calculations, the manga had a bigger female audience than male, and there was no other reason than that the drawings were nice.

Plus, the reprinted copies of the first and second volume for “There’s a Spirit Underground” had been released. In no time at all, he’d met the 100,000 unit of sales requirement for the [Professional Manga Artist] task. All he needed to do now was release five individual publications.

“There’s a Spirit Underground” was on its 57th chapter, so based on the schedule of eight chapters per volume, they could publish seven by now.

However, even if Mr.Sleepy was willing to publish them all at once and had managed to convince the publishing house, the review process still had to commence. Presently, the reviewers were only on the fourth volume. The third volume had already been sent to print at the factory.

Truthfully, this progress was already very fast.

At the moment, [Professional Manga Artist] required 10 individual publications, and Meng Fan had already produced five. The 6th and 7th were almost released as well. As for the three remaining volumes, they should be released within the next week with no issue if it followed the current progress.

Hold on!

Meng Fan was in a rush, and it was urgent enough that he wanted to begin his own original manga. But he still valued the first publication and held himself back, only willing to start once he had reaped all the rewards of [Professional Manga Artist].

“That’s good, too! I’ll give myself some more time to perfect my set design and scriptwriting!”

Meng Fan drew two chapters of “There’s a Spirit Underground” before going off to ponder his original manga. He had drafted over a hundred pages of character designs, scene designs, and storyboards, and had over 30,000 words written for the plot.

“Ah!”

Meng Fan suddenly woke up, eyes wide open staring into the space ahead of him. His breath heaved as he clutched his stomach.

“It was a dream!”

Meng Fan looked at his belly. Although there were no muscles yet, the fat was definitely gone. It felt smooth to touch, and if he pushed down hard enough, he could feel the muscles inside.

Meng Fan hadn’t experienced a nightmare after his reincarnation, and he’d never had this kind of nightmare either. He didn’t know if it was because yesterday signaled the start of December, and that his death day was looming near. He immediately realized he must go to Singapore and see if his nightmares will still continue.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Looking at the time, it was only 4:00 am, but Meng Fan didn’t have the heart to go back to sleep anymore. He picked up his live stream assistant and searched up some information and watched a few videos. The bad dream made him want to learn something.

Based on his stature and build now, and with his black magic technologies and his hat, he was way more badass than he had been before his rebirth. Besides, Meng Fan felt that he didn’t have to face the hijackers directly on the flight to Singapore. Plus, he could call the police ahead of time and even find evidence before the police arrived.

But he was still nervous.

He felt like he had to learn another skill that could protect him in self defense. Even if he didn’t need to use it, it would calm his emotions. It also wouldn’t hurt to know another trade.

What would he learn?

He couldn’t think of anything and resorted to searching online.

Kung Fu?

Even if Meng Fan believed in Chinese Kung Fu, it was hard to find a teacher who actually knew it well. It was impossible to find information on the internet and learn it by himself, as he was sure he wouldn’t be able to find any applicable information.

Taekwondo and karate were more accessible, but when used in actual combat… hehe. They only sound nice by name.

Random punching, boxing, judo, wrestling?

Free combat, combination fighting style?

Meng Fan, whose eyes had already clouded over with options, did not know what to learn at all. Instead, he searched around until he found a martial arts school in Hangzhou that specialized in self defense and combat. It was right next to the Huang Long Stadium. Since he wasn’t sure what to learn, he could just go there and see what he liked. He could pick one that suited himself best and even practice it to see what new tasks could be triggered.

Soon, it was almost 6:00 am. Meng Fan put on his tracksuit and jogged outside, arriving at the school track field at 6:00 am sharp. He immediately saw Wu Tong in her exercise gear.

“Didn’t sleep well?”

After running, Wu Tong could tell Meng Fan wasn’t in his normal state.

Meng Fan smiled. “I slept a bit late.”

“Sleep earlier next time. Although you’re exercising everyday, you have to get enough sleep. Maybe take a nap when you return.”

“Okay.”

Meng Fan headed home to shower and took a two-hour nap before leaving the apartment to check out the martial arts centre.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Meng Fan took a step to enter before realizing someone was stepping out. Meng Fan was stunned for a moment. “Sister Bai, why are you here?”

It was Bai Zhi. She was carrying a box in her hands, smiling as she spoke to Meng Fan. “I came to Hangzhou yesterday to attend an event, and came by to say hi. Oh, I saw you usually streamed at home, so I guessed you’ve been living here recently so I came over.”

As she spoke, she headed towards the apartment door, suddenly whispering. “Are you hiding a girl in your mansion?”

Meng Cai Wei often stayed at this apartment when she was in Hangzhou overnight, while Bai Zhi also stayed over twice.

Meng Fan shook his. “No way.”

Bai Zhi handed the two boxes full of anime figures to Meng Fan and hummed. “I thought you were hiding a girl. If not, why haven’t you invited me inside to sit down?”

Meng Fan hurriedly opened the door. Women don’t make sense.

“You’re leaving? Are you busy?”

Bai Zhi had just changed into slippers and went to sit in the living room. “Are you in a hurry? If it’s urgent, I can leave.”

She even made the gesture as if she was about to leave.

“It’s not really urgent…” Meng Fan said.

“Really?” Bai Zhi confirmed once again, this time with an innocent look on her face. “Then sister Bai has an emergency she needs your help with.”

“What’s wrong? Do you need a sand art performance for your concert?” Meng Fan said. “Whenever it is, just call me. Why did you have to come all this way?”

“I came to see you obviously.” Bai Zhi batted her eyes at Meng Fan teasingly. “It’s a performance, but it’s not a concert nor a sand art performance.”

“Then, what is it?” Meng Fan smiled. “Do you want to see me shoot baskets?”

“It’s voice acting. I previously participated in a TV show on Mango TV. It’s called “Voice Legend”, season 2. I managed to make it to the annual show, which is basically the finals. The program organizer requires me to bring a guest, and I couldn’t find anyone after looking around. Some people didn’t have time, and others just weren’t compatible. I didn’t want the crew to randomly find someone for me, so I came to ask for your help.”

She really couldn’t find anyone?

Yeah, right!

But Bai Zhi genuinely felt there was no one more suitable than Meng Fan.