As per Shu Wan’s request, Fu Yang had the drone ascend and circle the village several times.
While watching the screen, Shu Wan sketched lines on paper.
Fu Yang glanced over but couldn’t understand.
There were many things about Shu Wan he didn’t understand, and he had gotten used to it, so he didn’t ask and found a clean rock to half-lie on and rest.
Finally, when Shu Wan retracted the drone, Fu Yang spoke up, "What are you doing?"
"Checking the river channels."
Fu Yang decided not to continue asking, afraid of having his intelligence insulted by Shu Wan again.
After finishing this, Shu Wan took Fu Yang directly back to the courtyard.
At this moment, the guests from the other groups were still out, but Shu Wan and Fu Yang were the last to emerge and the earliest to return.
Because of the magazine incident, many people were already dissatisfied with Shu Wan, and now, seizing a flaw, they began to criticize Shu Wan.
[What are these two dallying around for? I used to think Wang Tianyu and the others were showing off with their singing, but now it seems Shu Wan and her group can’t even be bothered to put on an act.]
[...Didn’t Lin Yang give the old man lots of things? How does that not count as a good deed? I’m saying, some of you are obviously biased against Shu Wan. What, can’t admit she’s prettier than your idols so you resort to sneaky attacks?]
[It’s funny, who would bother denigrating an eighteenth-tier female celebrity? You think too highly of Shu Wan, we simply find her quite cold.]
In the small courtyard, Shu Wan wrote and drew at the table, but Fu Yang was nowhere to be seen.
The photographer carried his camera and searched from inside the house to the doorway but couldn’t find anyone.
[For the first time, panic is seen on camera, haha, in the blink of an eye the young master has disappeared.]
[It seems that since they returned, the young master hasn’t been seen. He was still with us on the road.]
[Has the young master run away??? Behind the scenes we don’t know about, could Shu Wan and the young master have had another argument?]
The photographer searched for a long time but still couldn’t find him, eventually resorting to asking Shu Wan, "It seems Lin Yang is missing."
Shu Wan was very calm, "He’s probably bored and wandered off to play somewhere, don’t mind him."
Photographer: They did not want to ignore it, but this was a variety show shoot after all, and the audience loves these unexpected events, they had to capture it.
Consequently, the photography team split into two, launching a grand operation to find Fu Yang.
In the end, everyone found Fu Yang at the basketball court of a rural school.
Today the school was holding a sports event, with students from schools at the base of the mountain ing here for a basketball friendship match.
For mountain schools, the deficiency is not just in the teaching environment, but a prehensive lack of educational resources.
Basketball, an ordinary sport in city schools, had no coaches to teach it in mountain schools, nor did students have dedicated facilities for practice.
The oute of the friendship match was clear; after the first game, the team representing Ryan Town was pletely shut out.
"You call yourselves a basketball team? Don’t make us laugh. You look like you’re half-paralyzed, fumbling around, hahaha, it would take you eight hundred years to make a single basket."
"Seriously, you might as well drop the ’Victory Basketball Team’ name, it’s too embarrassing to keep, both lame and shameful. Students from a backwater like this should stick to herding cattle, not pretending to play basketball like others."
Mocked by the students from the other school, the students from Victory Middle School were indignant but had no power to retaliate.
Their eyes red with anger, they could only glare at their opponents, helpless.
"Think you’re so great just because you attend a nicer school?"
At this moment, Fu Yang, who had appeared at the edge of the basketball court at some point, suddenly spoke up, drawing everyone’s attention toward him.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that whether it was Fu Yang’s appearance or his genuine aura of nobility, he was always an incredibly striking presence, even more so in a small town school like this.
The crowd was stunned for a while before responding, "And who are you? With that head of white hair, where did this non-mainstream guy e from?"
Fu Yang snorted. When it came to verbal sparring, he had only ever been bested by Shu Wan, and he found it effortless to handle others, "I’m your daddy."
"Hey you, what the..." said a student from the opposing side, rolling up his sleeves and approaching to teach Fu Yang a lesson.
Unfortunately for them, although Fu Yang couldn’t beat Shu Wan, he was trained in Taekwondo and had no trouble dealing with those few kids.
With ease, the rude individuals were standing obediently to one side, punished.
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