The next day.
The guests all got up very early, including Ji Nanshu, who had trouble getting up. He didn't even need Chu Mo to coax him; he sat up as soon as the alarm rang.
After quickly washing up, everyone gathered in the living room.
Looking at the obedient guests, Director Yang couldn't help but glance at the sun. Indeed, the sun was rising in the east today.
Is Ji Nanshu's "Death Fried Noodles" really that threatening? Maybe... we should reward them with a bowl of "Death Fried Noodles" every time they fail a mission?
The guests couldn't help but shudder – was someone trying to harm them?!
Ji Nanshu urged, " Director Yang, please announce the specific requirements of the mission quickly."
Director Yang looked at the eager eyes of the students before the New Year and said, "As you all know from yesterday, today's task is to Hua Country culture and earn 300 F-coins through street performances."
"We will provide props for each couple. You can choose one or two props. After you've made your selections, the production team will style you and then take you to any of the locations you checked in at yesterday."
As soon as he finished speaking, the staff pushed in a huge pile of things, including musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, and swords—virtually everything imaginable.
Most people only chose one musical instrument, except for Ji Nanshu and Chu Mo, one chose the guqin and the other chose a sword.
Jian Yuanjia leaned closer. "Hey? Nanshu, you chose the guqin? That's really difficult!!"
"Is it that difficult?" He had only studied for two or three months, even though his master always scolded him for playing like a pile of dog shit.
But it doesn't matter, since his master can only talk the talk, after all, his master doesn't actually know how!
"It's very difficult! I doubt many people know how to do it nowadays."
Ji Nanshu raised an eyebrow. "My talent is extraordinary, something you can't envy!"
Jian Yuanjia asked doubtfully, "... Is it the same as your plate of fried noodles?"
"... roll!"
[Hahahaha, Yuan Yuanjia, you've really come up with something! You actually dared to criticize our Shu Bao!]
[To be honest, the guqin is really difficult. Couldn't Ji Nanshu have chosen something easier? If he embarrasses himself, he'll be embarrassing our country!]
[What's your dog's bark up there?]
No, these kinds of things should be handled with caution!
[You're so nagging while watching a variety show! Can't you just watch it first? You can complain after you've really embarrassed yourself. It's so annoying that even watching a variety show can't be peaceful!]
"Sweetie, do I look good in black?"
Chu Mo was dressed in black, his long, ink-black hair tied back. He held a long sword in his hand, his eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were phoenix-like. His gaze toward Ji Nanshu was so affectionate that it seemed to drown one in it.
Ji Nanshu was slightly stunned.
This scene looks so familiar.
" Nanshu, do I look good in black?"
"It looks great! A-Mo, why don't you try this one on?"
" Nanshu, you've tried on over a dozen items today, but we'll buy this one. Let's try on more next time."
"Okay, boss! Wrap up everything I just tried! Someone will come to pick it up later!"
" Nanshu, you bought too many, I can't wear them all..."
"I may lack many things, but I certainly don't lack money! You can wear it!"
"Sweetie? It's time to go." Chu Mo held Ji Nanshu's hand, a smile playing on his lips. His sweetie must have remembered something.
Ji Nanshu's red robes fluttered like a burning flame, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight. Her long hair cascaded down to her waist, and her once bright and clear eyes now held a hint of doubt and confusion.
Why did I forget?
The program crew quickly transported Ji Nanshu and Chu Mo to the artists' enclave in the capital of Country F.
Ji Nanshu didn't come to his senses until they reached their destination.
He stood there, holding the guqin, his lips slightly pursed. " A-Mo...?"
"Wait here for me, okay? I'm going to go borrow something." Chu Mo gently patted Ji Nanshu's head.
"Um!"
Ji Nanshu stood there holding her guqin, waiting for Chu Mo. After standing there for less than five minutes, a man from France held up his phone and tried to communicate with Ji Nanshu.
Ji Nanshu couldn't understand the local language. When he saw the man turn on his phone camera and gesture wildly for a while, he realized that the man wanted to take a photo with him, and then he nodded.
Just after the group photo was taken, Chu Mo returned carrying a table, chairs, and a small basket.
After setting everything up, Ji Nanshu placed the guqin on top, and the staff set up the amplification equipment. The two then prepared to begin their street performance.
As soon as his hand touched the guqin, Ji Nanshu naturally turned to Chu Mo and said, " A-Mo, do you still remember the sword dance I taught you?"
After saying that, Ji Nanshu was stunned again. When had he ever taught A-Mo sword dance? He had no memory of it in either of his lives.
Chu Mo's lips curled slightly. "I remember." We're one step closer to my precious baby regaining his memories.
"Let's begin."
Fingers danced, lightly gliding across each string, producing a clear and melodious sound like spring water, echoing in the air, as refreshing as a gentle breeze.
Gradually, the music became more and more passionate, like a torrent rushing down from the depths of a mountain stream, creating waves.
The moment the zither music began, Chu Mo also gently swung his sword. The long sword in his hand moved fast and slow in sync with the music, his movements agile and light, like flowing clouds and water.
As the dance ended, applause erupted from the surrounding area.
Many people put money into the small box in front of the two.
Some people even came up to take photos with the two of them.
[Ahhhhhh, this is so cool!! That sword dance, holy crap, it's totally my heart!!]
[Hey, where did that argumentative person who was worried about our Shubao embarrassing himself go? Why isn't he jumping around anymore?]
[Wow, Shubao's guqin playing is amazing! So professional!]
[What is a troll? You call casual arguing "professional"? Have you never seen what true professionalism looks like?]
[Oh, this... My teacher, Li Tingyun, a professor at the Beijing Conservatory of Music, watched the live stream with me. His evaluation of my teacher's professionalism is... does that count as having met him before?]
How can you prove that your teacher is Li Tingyun?
[Hey, you nitpicker, why don't you take a look at your profile picture above?]
After performing all afternoon, the two earned 432 F-coins.
Ji Nanshu breathed a sigh of relief; the punishment that night definitely wouldn't apply to him! He also didn't want to eat the plate of fried noodles with rice cakes that he had made himself.
Chu Mo draped a coat over Ji Nanshu, returned the borrowed table and chairs, and brought Ji Nanshu a cup of mocha coffee when he returned.
Ji Nanshu squinted his eyes contentedly, like a little kitten, utterly satisfied.
Chu Mo walked beside Ji Nanshu, holding a sword in one hand and a zither in the other, his gaze gentle.
The two strolled towards the setting sun, casting long shadows behind them.
The other guests generally completed the task smoothly, except for Li Lan and Xiao Lin, whose task didn't go so well. Here's what happened—
Halfway through Li Lan and Xiao Lin's performance, a woman wearing a bright red woolen hat, a red down jacket, and snow boots suddenly rushed into Xiao Lin's arms, her eyes filled with joy as she shouted:
"Husband--"
The viewers in the live stream immediately went wild.
It's amazing, the rating was 8.5 the day before yesterday, 8.4 yesterday, and today it jumped to 9.1.