Usually, they were apathetic to the 11/11 gala, but this time, Zhang Zhou Wei and the others didn’t just watch but gathered a group of people to watch it together. There were boys and girls present, as they had booked an entire theatre from the school.
Only after arriving, Zhang Zhou Wei and the other guys who had brought their girlfriends felt remorse immediately.
11/11 was an endless abyss, just because Meng Fan was performing, it didn’t mean they had to jump into the hole as well!
Before the day even began, all major online retailers were already releasing discounts and information regarding the sale. Girls aside, several guys even had filled their shopping carts in advance. After arriving at the theatre, the biggest topic of discussion among the girls was regarding which online stores had which discounts, which stores had new products, and what they had to buy this year.
Normally, the girls would discuss this among themselves, but today their boyfriends were present, so they had to inform them as well.
“Honey, I think this shirt will look good on you!”
“Baby, I have to buy you these shoes!”
“Hubby, it’s almost winter and your face can’t take this cold. I got you some face masks for men, oh and some toner and moisturizer as well. You have to use it!”
“I got this heat pack for you, isn’t it cute?!”
“The sleeves on this jacket comes with gloves, you see, and it’s big enough for two hands. When we walk I can reach in and hold your hand. How cute is that?”
Are the girls asking their boyfriends to buy out their shopping carts?
Of course not!
All the sisters in our brilliant academy are new-age independent women, okay?!
Instead of asking their boyfriends to buy out their shopping carts, they actually considered buying a lot of things for them.
As for how the guys dealt with their girlfriends’ kindness, and how they should go about it, it was all based on personal awareness.
What happens if your awareness is low?
Haha, that’s funny. Would someone with low awareness have a girlfriend?
“It’s coming it’s coming!”
Zhang Zhou Wei and the others perked up as they heard the host introduce Su Qing Cen. This group of prodigal girls was still discussing what to buy as they watched the event, and the various commercials that kept appearing did not help the situation. It’s all a hoax to spend money!
Guy: I make so much money but you spend it on another man
Girl: Explain, who am I spending it on?!
Guy: Jack Ma!
Girl: That’s my daddy!
This was basically the situation in the audience as well. When it was finally Meng Fan’s turn, the prodigal girls were able to drop their Jack Ma daddy for a moment.
“Sand art?”
Everyone was stunned when they saw that Meng Fan was going to perform sand art. When did he learn this? Wasn’t he singing?
Xing Ta Ge finally understood what that giant table he’d help carry the other day was for.
…
Everyone in Wen Wan’s studio knew that Meng Fan was going to perform sand art, including Qin Jiao, who Wen Wan had dragged over.
“You better look and see what you’re lacking!”
Wen Wan did not need to talk for long, as everyone’s expression changed ten seconds into Meng Fan’s performance.
Professor, we can’t reach this level no matter how hard we try. He’s basically a god!
Wen Wan’s face also went sour, as she saw the difference in skill between Meng Fan and her.
“It’s only been a few days, how could he improve so much?!”
“This technique… I don’t understand it!”
“Are his hands too fast? Fast is one thing, but he also has a special trick up his sleeves!”
They then looked at the projections below Su Qing Cen’s feet, and its content. Wen Wan suddenly shot up.
Sandpainting was usually flat, but how was he drawing it in all three dimensions?!
When Su Qing Cen was swept up by the “tornado”, Wei Wan understood it was from the mechanics of the stage. But Meng Fan’s sand art looked like it was sitting up straight on the stage. Wen Wan couldn’t understand!
He drew it to have a 3D effect?!
This painting technique wasn’t uncommon in street art, but Wen Wan had never seen this effect reflected in sand art.
She’d thought of creating this effect before, but it was delusional and impossible. The “lines” in sand art was composed of sand, which has randomness in itself. If you wanted colorful sand to be drawn well, each grain of sand had to be carefully selected. There’s no way you could make a tower out of beach sand.
However, Meng Fan’s drawing wasn’t stacked. It was purely a visual effect!
How deep of an understanding did you have to have on sand art to reach this degree of control and technique?!
To Wen Wan, the most terrifying thing was still Meng Fan’s hand speed and accuracy.
Suddenly, the sand art in the stream began to change. Using the power of technology, the cyclone from before was kept on the ground, then Meng Fan opened up both hands, scribbling lines throughout the forest and clearing out a void space. It made the perfect figure of a person, or more specifically a demon who had just crawled out of the ground.
Wen Wan was confident she could draw human silhouettes quickly using this technique, but she found it hard to make the outlines clear.
The next scene stunned Wen Wan once again, as well as everyone present.
All the dots created by his hands all connected into one entity, another demon!
It was like he’d made a face using a collage of photos.
But those were put together after a long time of computer editing and calculation. Meng Fan’s performance was a live broadcast, where the entire process took less than 10 seconds!
His imagination was exquisite, and his control was terrifying… How great an imagination do you need to achieve this?!
Su Qing Cen, who was still floating in the sky continued her performance, not only singing but dancing as well. Her movements were to the rhythm of the sand art. For example, she would exaggerate the motion of releasing the demon, and a sand outline of a spear would appear in the projection behind her. She’d turn her body, and two sand drawn wings appeared behind her.
Technically, to be precise, the sand painting was being done to Su Qing Cen’s dance moves.
Hovering, Su Qing Cen’s movements couldn’t have been that accurate, and they didn’t get to practice much either, so how could they be in sync?
What happens if you’re not in sync?
This was the first question the director asked after hearing Meng Fan’s request. Meng Fan’s solution was that Su Qing Cen followed her own actions and rhythm, and leave the rest to him.
Reality proved that Meng Fan didn’t boast, as the director was satisfied after the first rehearsal, and slightly surprised as well. He then agreed with Meng Fan’s solution and organized a copious amount of resources to help Meng Fan. For example, many of the screens on stage had been specifically rearranged for him and even adding an aerial camera.
The spear flew out of Su Qing Cen’s hand as she released it and hit the demon. The demon then exploded and turned into a blooming lotus flower. Su Qing Cen fell from the air and stood on the flower. At that moment, she became a pure, dreamlike fairy.
Reality and sand painting were perfectly intertwined, creating a dreamlike effect.
Su Qing Cen stepped forward, a flower blooming under her foot at each step. When the song ended, all the lights suddenly dimmed, leaving a thin beam of light on Su Qing Cen. She was breathtakingly beautiful!
Oh, and another beam of light shone on Meng Fan, far away.
Usually, they were apathetic to the 11/11 gala, but this time, Zhang Zhou Wei and the others didn’t just watch but gathered a group of people to watch it together. There were boys and girls present, as they had booked an entire theatre from the school.
Only after arriving, Zhang Zhou Wei and the other guys who had brought their girlfriends felt remorse immediately.
11/11 was an endless abyss, just because Meng Fan was performing, it didn’t mean they had to jump into the hole as well!
Before the day even began, all major online retailers were already releasing discounts and information regarding the sale. Girls aside, several guys even had filled their shopping carts in advance. After arriving at the theatre, the biggest topic of discussion among the girls was regarding which online stores had which discounts, which stores had new products, and what they had to buy this year.
Normally, the girls would discuss this among themselves, but today their boyfriends were present, so they had to inform them as well.
“Honey, I think this shirt will look good on you!”
“Baby, I have to buy you these shoes!”
“Hubby, it’s almost winter and your face can’t take this cold. I got you some face masks for men, oh and some toner and moisturizer as well. You have to use it!”
“I got this heat pack for you, isn’t it cute?!”
“The sleeves on this jacket comes with gloves, you see, and it’s big enough for two hands. When we walk I can reach in and hold your hand. How cute is that?”
Are the girls asking their boyfriends to buy out their shopping carts?
Of course not!
All the sisters in our brilliant academy are new-age independent women, okay?!
Instead of asking their boyfriends to buy out their shopping carts, they actually considered buying a lot of things for them.
As for how the guys dealt with their girlfriends’ kindness, and how they should go about it, it was all based on personal awareness.
What happens if your awareness is low?
Haha, that’s funny. Would someone with low awareness have a girlfriend?
“It’s coming it’s coming!”
Zhang Zhou Wei and the others perked up as they heard the host introduce Su Qing Cen. This group of prodigal girls was still discussing what to buy as they watched the event, and the various commercials that kept appearing did not help the situation. It’s all a hoax to spend money!
Guy: I make so much money but you spend it on another man
Girl: Explain, who am I spending it on?!
Guy: Jack Ma!
Girl: That’s my daddy!
This was basically the situation in the audience as well. When it was finally Meng Fan’s turn, the prodigal girls were able to drop their Jack Ma daddy for a moment.
“Sand art?”
Everyone was stunned when they saw that Meng Fan was going to perform sand art. When did he learn this? Wasn’t he singing?
Xing Ta Ge finally understood what that giant table he’d help carry the other day was for.
…
Everyone in Wen Wan’s studio knew that Meng Fan was going to perform sand art, including Qin Jiao, who Wen Wan had dragged over.
“You better look and see what you’re lacking!”
Wen Wan did not need to talk for long, as everyone’s expression changed ten seconds into Meng Fan’s performance.
Professor, we can’t reach this level no matter how hard we try. He’s basically a god!
Wen Wan’s face also went sour, as she saw the difference in skill between Meng Fan and her.
“It’s only been a few days, how could he improve so much?!”
“This technique… I don’t understand it!”
“Are his hands too fast? Fast is one thing, but he also has a special trick up his sleeves!”
They then looked at the projections below Su Qing Cen’s feet, and its content. Wen Wan suddenly shot up.
Sandpainting was usually flat, but how was he drawing it in all three dimensions?!
When Su Qing Cen was swept up by the “tornado”, Wei Wan understood it was from the mechanics of the stage. But Meng Fan’s sand art looked like it was sitting up straight on the stage. Wen Wan couldn’t understand!
He drew it to have a 3D effect?!
This painting technique wasn’t uncommon in street art, but Wen Wan had never seen this effect reflected in sand art.
She’d thought of creating this effect before, but it was delusional and impossible. The “lines” in sand art was composed of sand, which has randomness in itself. If you wanted colorful sand to be drawn well, each grain of sand had to be carefully selected. There’s no way you could make a tower out of beach sand.
However, Meng Fan’s drawing wasn’t stacked. It was purely a visual effect!
How deep of an understanding did you have to have on sand art to reach this degree of control and technique?!
To Wen Wan, the most terrifying thing was still Meng Fan’s hand speed and accuracy.
Suddenly, the sand art in the stream began to change. Using the power of technology, the cyclone from before was kept on the ground, then Meng Fan opened up both hands, scribbling lines throughout the forest and clearing out a void space. It made the perfect figure of a person, or more specifically a demon who had just crawled out of the ground.
Wen Wan was confident she could draw human silhouettes quickly using this technique, but she found it hard to make the outlines clear.
The next scene stunned Wen Wan once again, as well as everyone present.
All the dots created by his hands all connected into one entity, another demon!
It was like he’d made a face using a collage of photos.
But those were put together after a long time of computer editing and calculation. Meng Fan’s performance was a live broadcast, where the entire process took less than 10 seconds!
His imagination was exquisite, and his control was terrifying… How great an imagination do you need to achieve this?!
Su Qing Cen, who was still floating in the sky continued her performance, not only singing but dancing as well. Her movements were to the rhythm of the sand art. For example, she would exaggerate the motion of releasing the demon, and a sand outline of a spear would appear in the projection behind her. She’d turn her body, and two sand drawn wings appeared behind her.
Technically, to be precise, the sand painting was being done to Su Qing Cen’s dance moves.
Hovering, Su Qing Cen’s movements couldn’t have been that accurate, and they didn’t get to practice much either, so how could they be in sync?
What happens if you’re not in sync?
This was the first question the director asked after hearing Meng Fan’s request. Meng Fan’s solution was that Su Qing Cen followed her own actions and rhythm, and leave the rest to him.
Reality proved that Meng Fan didn’t boast, as the director was satisfied after the first rehearsal, and slightly surprised as well. He then agreed with Meng Fan’s solution and organized a copious amount of resources to help Meng Fan. For example, many of the screens on stage had been specifically rearranged for him and even adding an aerial camera.
The spear flew out of Su Qing Cen’s hand as she released it and hit the demon. The demon then exploded and turned into a blooming lotus flower. Su Qing Cen fell from the air and stood on the flower. At that moment, she became a pure, dreamlike fairy.
Reality and sand painting were perfectly intertwined, creating a dreamlike effect.
Su Qing Cen stepped forward, a flower blooming under her foot at each step. When the song ended, all the lights suddenly dimmed, leaving a thin beam of light on Su Qing Cen. She was breathtakingly beautiful!
Oh, and another beam of light shone on Meng Fan, far away.
