Chapter 70 Breaking Teacher Xiaotian’s Leg

At six o’clock the next morning, in the honeymoon suite 102 of the Blue Moon Grand Hotel, the door swung open and Le Xiaotian emerged with Chen Fang. The maid and the bellboy greeted them respectfully, “Good morning, Teacher Le.”

Le Xiaotian smiled warmly. “Good morning to you.”

As they walked past the corridor, he whispered to Chen Fang, “You’re still not fully recovered from your cold. Are you sure you want to come with me?”

Chen Fang adjusted her fitted black plaid trench coat. “I’m dressed warmly, it’s fine. Besides, being watched by more than a dozen female bodyguards is something I’m really not used to.”

With a cigar between his lips, he took a drag and chuckled. “I know. As long as you’re with me, you’ll feel safe.”

She shot him a sideways glance and raised her voice, “You’re getting more narcissistic lately. Since you can read my mind, why don’t we head back to the room and battle it out three hundred times?”

Personally holding open the door to the hotel lobby, Le Xiaotian shook his head. “You’re a good girl, how could I take advantage of you so easily? Besides, if I have any flaw, it’s that my character is too good.”

Pausing to look at him, Chen Fang came to a conclusion. “Hypocrite.”

Le Xiaotian grinned knowingly. “If you say so.”

Once they stepped out of the lobby, both squinted slightly at the sight before them—over a hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on them.

After only a few steps, the crowd in the lobby quickly surged forward, calling out excitedly, “Teacher Le? Dr. Chen?”

Judging by their attire, bearing, and entourage, it was easy to guess their identities, but Le Xiaotian still asked, “And you are?”

“Good morning, Teacher Le, I’m the Deputy Director of the Fire Department. Her Majesty sent me to discuss fire safety for the battle performance.”

“Good morning, Teacher Le, I’m the Deputy Minister of Culture. Her Majesty sent me to discuss cultural matters related to the battle performance.”

“Good morning, Teacher Le, I’m the Deputy Minister of Public Security. Her Majesty sent me to discuss security measures for the battle performance.”

“Good morning, Teacher Le, I’m the Deputy Director of the Planning Bureau. Her Majesty sent me to discuss stage matters for the battle performance.”

“Good morning, Teacher Le, I’m the Deputy Director of the Information Bureau. Her Majesty sent me to discuss publicity for the battle performance.”

And so on.

As they introduced themselves, Le Xiaotian stuffed his left hand in his pocket and held his cigar between his right middle and index fingers, scolding, “Have you all lost your minds? You people are big shots, after all. Don’t you know to give advance notice? Showing up at the crack of dawn to block the entrance—are you looking for a fight?”

The group looked uneasy. Because the Deputy Minister of Culture was a woman, she spoke up first, “Please don’t be angry, Teacher Le, this is our oversight. We arrived early and didn’t want to disturb your dreams.”

Watching Le Xiaotian act so cocky, Chen Fang shot him a discreet glare, then smiled, “Minister Mi, you’re too polite. Le is always busy until late at night, you wouldn’t have disturbed him.”

With two women speaking up—one of them Chen Fang—Le Xiaotian dropped his imperious Maestro act. “We’ll let it slide this time. Conquering the Zhenxing Tower is our top priority. Come, I’ll show you the venue.”

Though he had previously arranged with Her Majesty for all procedures to be fast-tracked, issues like fire safety, security, and stage design still needed to be addressed. Stage design, after all, was a crucial aspect. After two or three days spent finalizing the repertoire and confirming the musicians and orchestra, it was time to tackle stage design and scheduling.

Paying the group no further mind, Le Xiaotian headed for the main entrance. But as he walked, his expression changed—there were more people outside. A lot more.

Stepping out, he realized his hearing had not deceived him. This wasn’t just “a few people”—everywhere he looked, it was a sea of faces, a veritable ocean of humanity.

He was stunned. Dawn had barely broken.

The sharp clicks of camera shutters began—the major media outlets had started taking pictures. Instantly, the crowd erupted.

“Teacher Le!”

“It’s really Teacher Le!”

“Waaah, Teacher Le, I love you!”

Excited shouts and leaping figures made it clear just how worked up everyone was.

Escorted by the hotel’s security team, Le Xiaotian and Chen Fang made a rapid escape from the throng. Still, quite a few reporters craned their necks, shouting out questions.

“Teacher Le, can you give us a hint about the pieces you’ll be performing in this battle show?”

“Teacher Le, are you and Dr. Chen in a relationship? When are you getting married? When will you have children?”

“Teacher Le, you became famous all over Fama in less than two months—how did you manage that? With so many fans backing you, how do you stay so calm?”

“Teacher Le, many people are slandering you in secret, saying that your rise will be as quick as your fall. What’s your view on this?”

Just as Le Xiaotian was about to deliver a philosophical lecture and chastise a few media troublemakers, the fans went wild!

“I’m thinking of breaking Teacher Le’s other leg so he can compose music in peace at the hospital—I’ll listen from prison. When he’s discharged, I’ll get out too, and break his leg again. What do you say, guys?”

“Yeah! Teacher Le has all those women, but none are me. I want to force myself on him. When he’s discharged, I’ll get out and do it again. Girls, who’s with me?”

“That’s right! Teacher Le’s been so aloof. After blowing everyone’s minds the night before last, he didn’t post a video yesterday. Only about a dozen ‘divine tracks’ a day—not nearly enough. ‘Journey to the West’ is on hiatus, there’s no more narration. He’s not acting in ‘The Mighty Muscle King,’ won’t do endorsements—how am I supposed to buy headphones? No new paintings, no new movie, anime, or game soundtracks. No albums, no concerts, no live events…”

“We’re going in!” The fans had completely lost their minds.

From the start, Le Xiaotian really wanted to ask, “Are you kidding me? Want to break my legs?”

Since when do I have all these women? I’m really a good guy, okay?

Shouldn’t I be focusing on the battle performance? Wasn’t an hour-long performance the night before last enough? Just because I didn’t post a video yesterday, that’s not okay?

A dozen songs a day still isn’t enough? Some celebrities live off one song for decades, you know!

The novel ‘Journey to the West’ could keep you busy for years. Besides, isn’t it already updated to the Kingdom of Women?

And as for the movie ‘The Mighty Muscle King’—have you read the script? You call that a movie?

How can I endorse something I’ve never used? I have principles!

Nine major arts—dance, fine arts, cinema, drama, composition, anime, etc.—and billions of works. I can’t possibly release everything in just a few years, can I?

Besides, once I find all eighty-eight Star Gods, things will move faster. After all, I’m the Maestro.

But as these thoughts flashed through his mind, a chill ran through him.

In a flash, he scooped up Chen Fang in his arms and charged through the crowd.

“Wow! Teacher Le’s martial arts are amazing—he really should star in ‘The Mighty Muscle King!’”

As he dashed toward the garage, Le Xiaotian stumbled.