The rebirth of lickspittle

Shen Chuchu immediately panicked.

She knew that her audacity in demanding tickets from Lu Weibing wasn't because she wielded any real power herself, nor because her parents had significant influence.

It was all because of the Zhang family—or more specifically, Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan had come to deliver fruit to Lu Weibing.

Although it was technically his family's business, and Lu Weibing was just an executive, Zhang Fan still believed in maintaining good relations.

He frowned as he looked at Shen Chuchu.

"What are you doing here?"

Lu Weibing's eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Fan. He knew this was a prime opportunity to curry favor.

He quickly spoke up, "Young Master Zhang, you're here! Miss Chuchu was just asking for ten front-row tickets to King Liu's concert tomorrow. I'm arranging them for her right now. Don't worry, they'll be ready shortly!"

Shen Chuchu tried to stop him, but it was too late. Everything was already out in the open.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes and asked the key question:

"Did she pay for them?"

"Pay? Uh… no?"

Lu Weibing was stunned by the question. Why would the fiancée of the Zhang family heir need to pay for a few tickets?

At that moment, the God-Tier Choice System activated:

Choice 1: Retrieve all ten tickets.

Reward: Shen Chuchu's resentment +5.

Choice 2: Throw the bag of fruit at Shen Chuchu's head.

Reward: Lose one bag of fruit.

Choice 3: Ignore her, causing Shen Chuchu significant emotional distress.

Reward: Mastery of martial arts.

The ten tickets didn't matter to Zhang Fan or the Zhang family. However, this situation needed to be addressed. He couldn't let Shen Chuchu continue to exploit the Zhang family's name for her own gain.

The idea of breaking off the engagement had already formed in his mind.

As for the tickets, they were inconsequential.

Zhang Fan placed the bag of fruit on Lu Weibing's desk.

"Thank you, Director Lu, for reserving the tickets for us. I'll take my leave now."

Lu Weibing immediately stood up to see him off.

"Take care, Young Master Zhang. If you ever need more tickets, just let me know!"

Shen Chuchu stood by the door, stunned, hugging herself with a lost expression. No one knew what was running through her mind.

After escorting Zhang Fan out, Lu Weibing returned and asked curiously,

"Miss Chuchu, is everything okay between you and Young Master Zhang?"

Shen Chuchu hastily replied,

"No! Nothing's wrong!"

"Then why did it seem like Young Master Zhang didn't even look at you just now?"

Shen Chuchu, who hadn't yet secured the ten tickets, quickly made up a lie.

"We had a little argument. I came to ask for tickets today so I could invite some friends and clear the air between us. Don't worry, Uncle Lu; we'll be fine."

Lu Weibing didn't press further. After all, Zhang Fan's affection for Shen Chuchu had been well-known in their circle for years. He simply told her to sit and wait while he sorted out the tickets.

Meanwhile, Zhang Fan returned to his seat.

Gu Li Naba was naturally curious and immediately asked where he had gone. Zhang Fan explained honestly that he had delivered fruit to the director as thanks for arranging the tickets.

This earned him a series of thumbs-ups from Gu Li Naba, who praised him for being mature and understanding social etiquette, even encouraging Lao Er to learn from him.

In university, everyone was eager to showcase their maturity, and even a small gesture like delivering fruit was enough to spark a conversation.

Soon, Han Leina's concert began.

The performance featured traditional Chinese instruments like the pipa, guzheng, and dizi. The orchestra, comprising over a hundred musicians, all played Chinese instruments. The majestic scene and the melodious tunes perfectly represented the grandeur and delicacy of Chinese music.

The concert began with a purely instrumental piece, Plum Blossom Melody—also known as Plum Blossom Chant, Plum Blossom Song, or Jade Concubine Chant.

The melody was elegant, gentle, and intricate, evoking a sense of tranquility and serenity.

Gu You'an closed her eyes, listening quietly. She loved traditional Chinese music, especially the long, winding tunes that conveyed a quiet beauty.

The piece concluded to thunderous applause. Although the concert hall was small, every attendee was a devoted fan of Chinese music.

Han Leina left her guzheng seat and picked up the microphone, while another musician took her place.

The next song was a classic: Jasmine Flower.

Unlike Plum Blossom Melody, Gu You'an didn't particularly enjoy Jasmine Flower. However, Gu Li Naba was so enthusiastic that she almost stood up to applaud.

When the song ended, she was still immersed in the performance.

"Teacher Han Leina is incredible! Truly worthy of being a national treasure!"

Nearby audience members nodded in agreement at her praise.

But Gu Li Naba didn't stop there. She began to criticize current pop and rock music.

"It's so frustrating that young people today only like pop and rock—those worthless genres. They have no taste!"

This remark didn't elicit much support. Even if others shared her opinion, they wouldn't voice it so bluntly.

The lack of agreement annoyed Gu Li Naba, who directly called out Lao Er:

"Aisha, don't you think I'm right?"

As a loyal follower, Lao Er had no clue about the nuances of traditional, pop, or rock music. But he nodded fervently in agreement.

"You're absolutely right, Naba!"

"Then tell me—what makes pop and rock inferior to traditional music?"

"Uh…" Lao Er was stunned. He didn't know the difference between the genres, let alone what made one superior to another.

Gu Li Naba shot him a disdainful look before turning to Zhang Fan.

"You're from a big city and know a lot. Don't you think I'm right?"

Zhang Fan glanced at her, then at Gu You'an to gauge her reaction. He quickly realized that what mattered wasn't whether Gu You'an liked his answer—it was leaving a lasting impression on her.

"I think you're wrong," he said. "Pop, traditional, and rock music differ only in personal preference. There's no inherent superiority."

This response caught Gu You'an's attention, and she glanced at him. Though she didn't say much, it was clear she was intrigued.

Gu Li Naba, on the other hand, puffed up her cheeks in frustration.

"What do you know? Pop and rock music originated in England, but traditional music represents our Chinese culture. Traditional music is superior!"

"True, traditional music is global. But have you considered that pop and rock are also their nations' traditional music?"

Zhang Fan's argument was valid. Genres like pop, rock, and hip-hop all originated from cultural roots, particularly African-American traditions.

Gu You'an seemed thoughtful after hearing this, while Gu Li Naba refused to accept it.

"Nonsense! Chinese-style music is the highest form of art!"

"Chinese music encompasses a vast array of styles, including those from various ethnic groups. It can even include pop. Pop music can also have Chinese characteristics."

Zhang Fan's perspective annoyed Gu Li Naba even more. Coming from the grasslands, her greatest dream was to share the music of her homeland with the nation and the world. As such, she held a deep disdain for foreign music.

"If you think you know so much, why don't you sing something for us?" she demanded.

Gu You'an quickly tried to intervene.

"Naba, we're just students of traditional music. There's no need to put anyone on the spot."

"He's the one acting all high and mighty! If he can't deliver, then he's just a braggart!"

Gu Li Naba's loud voice drew attention, making it hard for others to ignore her in the otherwise quiet concert hall.

Zhang Fan remained composed.

"Sorry, but I only sing for those who are worth it."

"Then sing for me! If your performance is as good as your words, I'll make it worth your while!"

Still, Zhang Fan ignored her and instead turned to Gu You'an, his voice soft and clear.

"Classmate Gu You'an, would you like to hear me sing?"

Gu You'an was momentarily stunned but then smiled faintly.

"Sure."Shen Chuchu immediately panicked.

She knew that her audacity in demanding tickets from Lu Weibing wasn't because she wielded any real power herself, nor because her parents had significant influence.

It was all because of the Zhang family—or more specifically, Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan had come to deliver fruit to Lu Weibing.

Although it was technically his family's business, and Lu Weibing was just an executive, Zhang Fan still believed in maintaining good relations.

He frowned as he looked at Shen Chuchu.

"What are you doing here?"

Lu Weibing's eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Fan. He knew this was a prime opportunity to curry favor.

He quickly spoke up, "Young Master Zhang, you're here! Miss Chuchu was just asking for ten front-row tickets to King Liu's concert tomorrow. I'm arranging them for her right now. Don't worry, they'll be ready shortly!"

Shen Chuchu tried to stop him, but it was too late. Everything was already out in the open.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes and asked the key question:

"Did she pay for them?"

"Pay? Uh… no?"

Lu Weibing was stunned by the question. Why would the fiancée of the Zhang family heir need to pay for a few tickets?

At that moment, the God-Tier Choice System activated:

Choice 1: Retrieve all ten tickets.

Reward: Shen Chuchu's resentment +5.

Choice 2: Throw the bag of fruit at Shen Chuchu's head.

Reward: Lose one bag of fruit.

Choice 3: Ignore her, causing Shen Chuchu significant emotional distress.

Reward: Mastery of martial arts.

The ten tickets didn't matter to Zhang Fan or the Zhang family. However, this situation needed to be addressed. He couldn't let Shen Chuchu continue to exploit the Zhang family's name for her own gain.

The idea of breaking off the engagement had already formed in his mind.

As for the tickets, they were inconsequential.

Zhang Fan placed the bag of fruit on Lu Weibing's desk.

"Thank you, Director Lu, for reserving the tickets for us. I'll take my leave now."

Lu Weibing immediately stood up to see him off.

"Take care, Young Master Zhang. If you ever need more tickets, just let me know!"

Shen Chuchu stood by the door, stunned, hugging herself with a lost expression. No one knew what was running through her mind.

After escorting Zhang Fan out, Lu Weibing returned and asked curiously,

"Miss Chuchu, is everything okay between you and Young Master Zhang?"

Shen Chuchu hastily replied,

"No! Nothing's wrong!"

"Then why did it seem like Young Master Zhang didn't even look at you just now?"

Shen Chuchu, who hadn't yet secured the ten tickets, quickly made up a lie.

"We had a little argument. I came to ask for tickets today so I could invite some friends and clear the air between us. Don't worry, Uncle Lu; we'll be fine."

Lu Weibing didn't press further. After all, Zhang Fan's affection for Shen Chuchu had been well-known in their circle for years. He simply told her to sit and wait while he sorted out the tickets.

Meanwhile, Zhang Fan returned to his seat.

Gu Li Naba was naturally curious and immediately asked where he had gone. Zhang Fan explained honestly that he had delivered fruit to the director as thanks for arranging the tickets.

This earned him a series of thumbs-ups from Gu Li Naba, who praised him for being mature and understanding social etiquette, even encouraging Lao Er to learn from him.

In university, everyone was eager to showcase their maturity, and even a small gesture like delivering fruit was enough to spark a conversation.

Soon, Han Leina's concert began.

The performance featured traditional Chinese instruments like the pipa, guzheng, and dizi. The orchestra, comprising over a hundred musicians, all played Chinese instruments. The majestic scene and the melodious tunes perfectly represented the grandeur and delicacy of Chinese music.

The concert began with a purely instrumental piece, Plum Blossom Melody—also known as Plum Blossom Chant, Plum Blossom Song, or Jade Concubine Chant.

The melody was elegant, gentle, and intricate, evoking a sense of tranquility and serenity.

Gu You'an closed her eyes, listening quietly. She loved traditional Chinese music, especially the long, winding tunes that conveyed a quiet beauty.

The piece concluded to thunderous applause. Although the concert hall was small, every attendee was a devoted fan of Chinese music.

Han Leina left her guzheng seat and picked up the microphone, while another musician took her place.

The next song was a classic: Jasmine Flower.

Unlike Plum Blossom Melody, Gu You'an didn't particularly enjoy Jasmine Flower. However, Gu Li Naba was so enthusiastic that she almost stood up to applaud.

When the song ended, she was still immersed in the performance.

"Teacher Han Leina is incredible! Truly worthy of being a national treasure!"

Nearby audience members nodded in agreement at her praise.

But Gu Li Naba didn't stop there. She began to criticize current pop and rock music.

"It's so frustrating that young people today only like pop and rock—those worthless genres. They have no taste!"

This remark didn't elicit much support. Even if others shared her opinion, they wouldn't voice it so bluntly.

The lack of agreement annoyed Gu Li Naba, who directly called out Lao Er:

"Aisha, don't you think I'm right?"

As a loyal follower, Lao Er had no clue about the nuances of traditional, pop, or rock music. But he nodded fervently in agreement.

"You're absolutely right, Naba!"

"Then tell me—what makes pop and rock inferior to traditional music?"

"Uh…" Lao Er was stunned. He didn't know the difference between the genres, let alone what made one superior to another.

Gu Li Naba shot him a disdainful look before turning to Zhang Fan.

"You're from a big city and know a lot. Don't you think I'm right?"

Zhang Fan glanced at her, then at Gu You'an to gauge her reaction. He quickly realized that what mattered wasn't whether Gu You'an liked his answer—it was leaving a lasting impression on her.

"I think you're wrong," he said. "Pop, traditional, and rock music differ only in personal preference. There's no inherent superiority."

This response caught Gu You'an's attention, and she glanced at him. Though she didn't say much, it was clear she was intrigued.

Gu Li Naba, on the other hand, puffed up her cheeks in frustration.

"What do you know? Pop and rock music originated in England, but traditional music represents our Chinese culture. Traditional music is superior!"

"True, traditional music is global. But have you considered that pop and rock are also their nations' traditional music?"

Zhang Fan's argument was valid. Genres like pop, rock, and hip-hop all originated from cultural roots, particularly African-American traditions.

Gu You'an seemed thoughtful after hearing this, while Gu Li Naba refused to accept it.

"Nonsense! Chinese-style music is the highest form of art!"

"Chinese music encompasses a vast array of styles, including those from various ethnic groups. It can even include pop. Pop music can also have Chinese characteristics."

Zhang Fan's perspective annoyed Gu Li Naba even more. Coming from the grasslands, her greatest dream was to share the music of her homeland with the nation and the world. As such, she held a deep disdain for foreign music.

"If you think you know so much, why don't you sing something for us?" she demanded.

Gu You'an quickly tried to intervene.

"Naba, we're just students of traditional music. There's no need to put anyone on the spot."

"He's the one acting all high and mighty! If he can't deliver, then he's just a braggart!"

Gu Li Naba's loud voice drew attention, making it hard for others to ignore her in the otherwise quiet concert hall.

Zhang Fan remained composed.

"Sorry, but I only sing for those who are worth it."

"Then sing for me! If your performance is as good as your words, I'll make it worth your while!"

Still, Zhang Fan ignored her and instead turned to Gu You'an, his voice soft and clear.

"Classmate Gu You'an, would you like to hear me sing?"

Gu You'an was momentarily stunned but then smiled faintly.

"Sure."