My Extraordinary Achievements

Chapter 163: Leech Songs for Experience

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

They drank from 11 o’clock to 2 o’clock. Meng Fan didn’t know how much he drank, but he knew roughly how many songs he sang. There were 36 songs in total. This was because the girls had stopped trying to take the mic after singing with him in the latter half of the night. Otherwise, there would be fewer songs.

Meng Fan initially planned to sing 20 songs in an hour, including the breaks he would take in between. He should have sung at least 50 songs within three hours… Unfortunately, the net result was much less than what he anticipated.

Of course, if Pao and the others didn’t come, he could only leech songs from other rooms. Although it would be more efficient, the method was a bit shameful.

After leaving the KTV, Pao and Da Fei took 2 separate cabs to take the girls home. Meng Fan ended up walking home alone as it was very close.

He was on his way back when he remembered the human rental APP. He had been checking Wechat as he was singing to talk to Wu Tong above all else. He momentarily forgot about the human rental app and only realized after opening it that someone had accepted his order. The person who accepted sent him a message saying they couldn’t get through to the number Meng Fan had left.

Meng Fan smiled bitterly. He had long ago blocked all unknown calls from his phone. Of course, it wouldn’t get through.

Did that count as ditching?

He quickly responded, “Something came up, and I didn’t see, sorry. If you have time tomorrow, I will double your pay as compensation.”

There was definitely a cost for not showing up. The deposit fee was 6 HXB.

Meng Fan was a bit embarrassed by this.

After entering the apartment and changing into his slippers, he saw the response. It was only one word: Heh.

The uncle who accepted his order seemed to have a good temper.

The next morning after running, he spent the morning finishing up the poster jobs. Meng Fan sent the drawings to each beneficiary and left a message saying contact him if they had more work.

This kind of work drawing promotional posters paid a high price per unit and was the fastest way Meng Fan could currently make money. Of course, he had to pick up more.

After his afternoon classes ended, Meng Fan dragged Zhang Zhou Wei and Xing Ta Ge, refusing to let them go. “Why don’t you guys come sing with me!”

As for Chen Da Qiang… He was bitterly working on the post-production for the manga.

Xing Ta Ge shook his head decisively. “Are you crazy? Who wants to sing during the day!?”

However, Zhang Zhou Wei was extraordinarily high spirited. “Why do you suddenly want to sing? Go go go, of course, let’s go! But you have to tell Ya Nan you needed me for something.”

It was obvious Zhang Zhou Wei’s afternoon plans or Wang Ya Nan’s plans for him was to squat in the library.

Afterward, Meng Fan and Zhang Zhou Wei sandwiched Xing Ta Ge in between them as they headed to a nearby KTV.

This KTV was open in the afternoon.

“Fatty, what’s up with you? Why do you suddenly want to sing?” Xing Ta Ge still couldn’t understand.

Meng Fan let out a long sigh. “I’ve been too high-strung lately. I just want to relax a bit.”

“Yes yes yes, you must loosen up!” Zhang Zhou Wei raised his hands and feet in support. “You’ve been working too hard lately, so hard that we don’t even recognize you anymore! You really need a break! Why are you working so hard? Ya Nan keeps using you as an example to compare me to when she lectures me! On your word fatty, whenever you want to relax just ask me. I’ll show up on demand! When you’re working hard, I can’t help much, but when you want to relax… I will absolutely be of service!”

Zhang Zhou Wei was quick-witted when it came to slacking off.

Meng Fan and Xing Ta Ge collectively gifted him a middle finger.

Three people in one room… Meng Fan could sing the entire time!

From two o’clock in the afternoon to almost three, Meng Fan ended up churning out 46 experience points. This was much more efficient than yesterday.

Not long afterward, he had hit 117 experience points.

After singing, he went for his run and then ate dinner. He then gave senior Ah Ning a call, telling him it was his turn to reciprocate, inviting the entire basketball team and its cheerleaders to KTV.

His turn?

Senior Ah Ning recalled that last night’s expenses had been paid for by the school. Could it even be reciprocated?

Of course, since the Iron bro had spoken, everyone gladly obliged. It was better to just go.

This time around, they met up before seven o’clock and dispersed at eleven before the school gates closed.

Meng Fan gained 64 experience points. Pretty efficient.

After everyone scattered, Meng Fan walked to his community’s gate, but he thought about it and headed back to the KTV. This time, he put on the hat that masked his presence.

At this hour, there was nothing he could do if he went home, and it was not like he could sleep either. He decided to go back and work on completing the task—be it shamelessly or not.

He had just entered the KTV before stepping back out. He walked to the street and hailed a car, telling the driver, “Sorry, but can you take me to a KTV with better business?”

Go big or go home. Meng Fan decided to go to a better place to gain experience.

The driver uncle was stunned. This one seemed to be doing fine. He thought about it and told Meng Fan the name of another KTV, asking Meng Fan if it was okay. Meng Fan nodded, and they drove off.

Of course, Meng Fan still looked like a student, so the driver did not bring Meng Fan to the kind of place that actually provided an ‘accompaniment’ service. He only drove him to another KTV that was farther away.

After leaving the car, Meng Fan put on his hat and went in.

“Be careful.”

Meng Fan saw an uncle appear from the bathroom who had drank a lot. He wobbled as he walked, so Meng Fan headed over to help.

“Huh? Oh, thanks.”

The guy’s eyes were blurred and forgot about Meng Fan after seeing him. His brain was blurry, but Meng Fan’s hat also made him forget there was someone supporting him altogether.

They opened the door to a room, but the guy snorted and joked, “Ah sorry sorry, I-I-I came to the wrong room.”

He then pushed his way into the room next door. This time he got it right.

Meng Fan helped the guy inside. It was a large room with over a dozen people, and the atmosphere was pretty upbeat.

“Chen bro, where did you go? There’s a washroom here! Did you throw up, haha? It’s good to throw up cause it means you can drink more.”

A woman who seemed at least ten years younger than him came over and draped herself on him, bringing him over. She glanced at Meng Fan, thinking he was a friend of the guy. But she forgot about him as soon as she turned her head.

Seeing the upbeat atmosphere, and there were several drunk people, Meng Fan felt this room was just right. He was a little embarrassed to find a spot in the corner to sit down. He connected his microphone and began to sing.

He sang five or six songs straight. Meng Fan even selected some songs for himself, and even when the people realized something was strange, the atmosphere remained normal.

He sang for a bit longer until he saw the empty bottles on the table. He went to press the service bell, and when the waiter came, Meng Fan took off his hat and ordered two boxes of alcohol and food. He paid with his phone, and then he put on his hat again and continued to sing.

When the order went through, the waiter had a record. At most, he had forgotten who ordered it. He wouldn’t misunderstand which room had placed the order.

Although everyone there wouldn’t have cared for the cost of the alcohol, Meng Fan felt he more or less leached their songs, so it made sense to buy them alcohol in return.

Hehe, okay. He did that, so he could also work toward the wealth distribution task along the way.

The room Meng Fan had snuck in was very helpful. They were long gone but still stayed and hung out until 2:00 am. One by one, they happily wobbled off and slanted at various angles.

Another fifty or so experience points were added. He was already at 232/1000! Although he couldn’t achieve singing 200 a day, this was decent progress.