novelPurpose Of A Dog's Life
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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Natiwuzi didn't sleep very well that night. He had already settled matters at the nightclub, but he would still receive phone calls every once in awhile. Most of them were the sort that couldn't rejected. This was also the first time that Natiwuzi experienced Fang Zhao's influence in Yanzhou.
Now, Fang Zhao was a true power celebrity. Natiwuzi believed that Fang Zhao's commercial value would continue to rise. After all, Fang Zhao had ability, luck and youth.
It's good to be young.
Natiwuzi sighed wearily. He felt that his own innate talent wasn't too far off from Fang Zhao's. Indeed, age was his problem. His mind was no longer as lively, and he couldn't keep up in spirit.
However, Natiwuzi chuckled when he thought about the many others in Yanzhou who wouldn't be able to sleep as well.
Just this one performance by Fang Zhao late at night had stolen the limelight from so many people. Those who wanted some media attention would definitely be gritting their teeth—
Why isn't this fellow still not leaving?! When will he be returning back to school!!
Actually, Fang Zhao really had no plans to stay too long in Yanzhou. He had returned this time to assist with investigations. Despite not gaining much from the investigations, the matter was over now. Fang Zhao didn't have too much else to attend to in the short term, and he wasn't in a rush to look for a new place. After staying at Natiwuzi's for another two days and rejecting invitations from many parties, Fang Zhao returned back to Huangzhou to continue his studies.
Fang Zhao had left Yanzhou, but more people were coming to Space. Fang Zhao isn't here, but perhaps there might be other surprises?
Thus, for a long time after, Space experienced full houses every Saturday night. Many people couldn't enter without advance reservations as there were too many people in the limited space at the nightclub.
Natiwuzi had his own famem, but it was limited to a small circle within Yanzhou. After Fang Zhao's performance in his nightclub, the name "Space" became even more well-known and even became a trending topic. There were bands, singers and performers who voluntarily contacted Natiwuzi to express their interest in performing at Space.
Natiwuzi never imagined that giving away a school badge that wasn't worth much would actually earn him such great benefits.
Elsewhere in Yanzhou, by a seaside villa, someone was watching Fang Zhao's Space performance video over and over.
"How astonishing. Never imagined that he would actually be that sort of all-around talent."
The one speaking had a unique voice. He had been a hugely popular singer in the past. However, he hadn't produced any outstanding works in the past two years, and his popularity had cooled. His manager beside him was also watching the video attentively.
"We should consider paying special attention to Fang Zhao. I have studied all of his compositions. He is someone who possesses a scary ability to learn. Before, I could more or less see his approximate development direction. But, I totally can't see it now. In this year of advanced studies, he has grasped a lot of elements, and his style has undergone many changes. There is no way of determining what sort of style he will release next."
"So, what are you suggesting?"
"We can go take a look when Fang Zhao's graduation concert comes around. If there are any suitable compositions, we can purchase them and revise them for you to sing. Perhaps they can become the start of your comeback."
At the same time, on a certain vacation island, an old man was seated on a lounge chair while talking to a good friend over the phone.
"Have you seen the video I sent you?" the other party asked.
"Yeah, this kid Fang Zhao is really impressive!"
"So, are you interested? How about we attend this kid's graduation concert when the time comes?"
"Alright, we can call upon Old Mo at the same time. I haven't seen him all these years. I wonder if he still has that horrible temper."
"Then you better remember it. Don't throw the Twelve Tone's invitation into the trash."
"Got it, got it!"
After ending the call, the old man clicked his tongue as he opened Fang Zhao's performance video that his friend had sent him.
"Have the kids now all become so impressive?"
There were similar conversations in the various continents and other places. Fang Zhao didn't know that so many people were closely tracking his own graduation concert. After returning to Huangzhou, he quickly fell back into the pace of his advancement studies. He had to attend lectures, gain new knowledge, revise his thesis, and amend his compositions. On top of these, Fang Zhao was also rather concerned about the issue with Curly Hair.
Because Curly Hair hadn't learned to control his speech, Fang Zhao had decreased the frequency of bringing him out. Even when they went out on walks, Curly Hair didn't bark or make a sound. He was afraid of dropping some human speech if he got excited. That would definitely be scary. If he was caught, Curly Hair would probably be sent to a laboratory.
Nanfeng, who didn't know the truth, even joked when he saw Curly Hair's transformation, "It is said that dogs that bark don't bite. Now that Curly Hair doesn't bark, does that mean he'll start to bite people?"
Fang Zhao would also teach Curly Hair how to speak in the dormitory. He downloaded a kids phonetics curriculum for Curly Hair, but progress wasn't great. After some time, Curly Hair was opposed to the phonetics curriculum. Fang Zhao wondered if this little thing needed some motivation.
Hadn't Curly Hair talked because he was anxious that his gaming helmets could be stolen?
There was an artificial intelligence sales exhibition targeted for home and school use currently being held at the HuangArt campus. All sorts of items such as personal terminals, game consoles and household robots were on sale.
Fang Zhao went over after his lecture. There were still many students in classes so the exhibition hall wasn't very crowded.
Fang Zhao scanned his surroundings and looked towards the game console section. There was a mother and child there.
The mother probably wanted to buy the child a present. Mmhm, for a birthday present... a learning console would be suitable. It has educational games.
The mother wanted to go to the learning console section, but the little child was holding onto the game console display cabinet and wasn't letting go. It seemed like he was about to cause a scene.
At that moment, the little child wailed towards his parent, "Are you a monster?!"
The child leaned on the game console display and refused to look at the neighboring learning consoles. He refused to move and stood there stubbornly.
As he sulked, the child heard his mother shout, "Quick, the snowman ice cream next door is almost sold out!"
Child: "..."
His last stand collapsed at the first blow.
Fang Zhao watched as the child was conned by his mother to get an ice cream before she purchased the learning console. The child kept turning back to look at the game consoles longingly as they left.
Fang Zhao walked over.
The eyes of the staffer at the game console section lit up when he saw Fang Zhao. He took two steps forward only to see Fang Zhao walk past the displays.
Fang Zhao stood before the learning console showcase and assessed the various learning consoles. There were helmet types that weren't too different from gaming helmets, except they were smaller. Other models were also readily available.
The staffer recognized Fang Zhao and was puzzled by Fang Zhao browsing learning consoles.
They had never heard of Fang Zhao being married. Unless it had been a secret wedding? Or perhaps he was buying a present for a friend or a relative's kid?
All sorts of guesses were going through his head, but he still smiled warmly and inquired what Fang Zhao needed. He was the manager of this exhibition at HuangArt and wouldn't wantonly divulge any secrets. HuangArt didn't have much, but they had many celebrities.
Fang Zhao inquired about the usage and functionality of a few learning helmets, and the staffer patiently explained them to him.
Fang Zhao didn't purchase anything before leaving. However, Fang Zhao wanted to pay a consultation fee because the staffer had answered many detailed questions. But, the staffer didn't accept it and instead asked Fang Zhao to autograph a learning console which he intended to gift to his niece.
With the autographed console in hand, the display exhibit in charge thanked Fang Zhao.
"Thank you Zhao God! My entire family loves you very much!"
As the staffer carefully placed the learning console inside a gift box, he thought to himself, With this autograph, my dear nice won't sneakily throw the learning console away, right?
When Fang Zhao returned to his dormitory, Curly Hair was making whining sounds while observing the speech curriculum. He was whimpering and hadn't yet learnt how to control his speech.
Fang Zhao eyed him and knew right away that this dog had surely been sleeping right before he had come home. He was only now pretending to be learning attentively after he had heard the sounds of activity. It looked like Curly Hair was watching the screen attentively, but he was casting sneaky glances at Fang Zhao from time to time.
Fang Zhao pondered for a moment and gestured with his hand.
Curly Hair immediately came over while wagging his tail and acting lovable. He placed his paws on Fang Zhao's legs.
"Curly Hair." Fang Zhao patted the dog's head and said, "When you have learned to speak, control your speech, and distinguish between human speech and dog barks, I will give you a custom-made helmet that can connect to the Internet."
Upon hearing this, Curly Hair's ears sprang up.
Custom-made helmet?
Connect to the Internet?
He was simply so excited he couldn't breathe!!
Curly Hair's eyes were shimmering brightly.
Fang Zhao met the curly haired dog's gaze and nodded."I mean what I say. When you meet all of these requirements, I will buy you a custom-made helmet and permit you to access the Internet. With your ability, learning all of this definitely won't be difficult."
The pair of dog eyes burned with an intense passion upon receiving confirmation yet again. For the sake of his custom-made helmet and his excitement for Internet access, Curly Hair was fired up. It was as if he had found a new purpose in life.
Fang Zhao smiled kindly as he observed the now hardworking Curly Hair.
Heh, a gamer dog indeed.
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