Chapter 162: Methods Are Always More Than Difficulties

Chapter 162: Where There’s a Will, There’s a Way

There must be other people present!

Moreover, Meng Fan felt that one person might not be enough.

Usually, a KTV room has at least two microphones, so if there were only two people, it wouldn't really be "monopolizing" the mics.

Therefore, he reckoned he would need at least two more people.

This gave Meng Fan a bit of a headache.

Without this prerequisite, he could grind as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted.

With this condition, he couldn't just do as he pleased.

Besides, if it were just a matter of a few hours, Meng Fan would be happy to invite friends, and he could probably get them to come, but this wasn't just a few hours of work. Even if he had plenty of friends and classmates to rotate through, it still didn't seem quite enough.

Furthermore, spending every single day holed up in a KTV seemed a bit strange.

Pay someone to come?

That could work!

Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem!

Thinking of this, Meng Fan immediately felt refreshed.

He pressed the service bell, and before long, a young waiter walked in.

Meng Fan asked, "Hello, I’d like to ask, do you have any singing companions here? The kind that actually sing. If they really can't sing, just cheering me on with '666' is fine too. Help me find two."

The waiter was stunned and immediately waved his hands: "Sorry, sir, this is a legitimate KTV; we don't offer that kind of service. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going."

The waiter thought to himself, no wonder he came to the KTV alone; turns out he had this in mind. It’s actually quite impressive—wanting two at once. He didn't look like that kind of person at all; truly, you can't judge a book by its cover.

666? Have you been watching too many livestreams or playing too many games!

And "actually singing"? Who are you kidding!

Meng Fan nearly laughed out loud!

He hadn't been to KTVs much, and only had a vague impression that they offered singing companions. Of course, he wasn't a naive child; he knew the service had a secondary meaning, but he hadn't expected the original meaning to have vanished entirely!

It was like a massage parlor—there might be extra services, but the original service still existed!

How could the singing companion service be gone?

And why wasn't it "legitimate"? How is a singing companion illegitimate!

Did he really have to go to those shady establishments just to find someone to sing with?

Meng Fan imagined the scene and shook his head; he probably wouldn't find a normal companion there anyway.

Might as well just call his friends!

But then again, where was he supposed to find a proper singing companion?

Just as Meng Fan was pondering this, the waiter who had left earlier suddenly knocked and entered. With a worldly look, he raised his eyebrows at Meng Fan and said, "Handsome, if you really want a singing companion, we don't have them here, but I know someone who does delivery, it's just this..."

He made a gesture toward Meng Fan—a heart shape... no, a money-counting motion.

Meng Fan’s headache worsened. He smiled bitterly and said, "You might not believe me, but I really just want someone to sing with."

The waiter, of course, didn't believe him: "Are you afraid the 'delivery' is risky?"

How could Meng Fan explain? He could only say he didn't want it anymore.

The waiter cursed him as a lunatic in his heart, so angry he didn't even bother to close the door. I risked getting fired to provide you with a service, and you just say you don't want it!

Meng Fan searched his phone for "where to find singing companions." Most results were similar to what the waiter had suggested or related information. After searching for a long time, Meng Fan finally found something useful: there were apps that provided online and offline services for dining, chatting, gaming, watching movies, and KTV. This was exactly what he needed.

Following this lead, he found several "rent-a-person" apps. He chose one that seemed reliable with decent reviews, downloaded it, installed it, and logged in.

Well, this app was full of handsome guys and pretty girls, and at a glance, they all seemed to carry a hint of ulterior motives. Meng Fan looked carefully; they were attractive, sure, but most of their services were online gaming or voice chats. Judging by the offline service reviews, they seemed relatively standard.

Of course, Meng Fan didn't care about looks, and by locking his gender preference to male, he didn't have to worry about any "honey traps."

He set his location and placed the order.

It was already past 11:00 PM, and Meng Fan couldn't guarantee anyone would accept the order, as the acceptance rate for such offline activities on the app was low, let alone for a last-minute request.

He’d wait ten minutes; if it didn't work, he’d try again early tomorrow.

Meng Fan sat and waited, opened WeChat to reply to a few messages, and then scrolled through his Moments. Coincidentally, he stumbled upon a useful post.

"Feeling down, anyone want to treat me to a drink? If not, I’ll ask again later."

It was posted by Da Fei.

Meng Fan immediately called Da Fei. The call went through instantly. Meng Fan said, "Did you find anyone? If not, come sing, drinks are on me... You found someone? Then come together! I’ll send you the address on WeChat."

After hanging up, Meng Fan sent the address to Da Fei and got up to close the door. The singing coming from the room across the hall was truly ear-piercing; it was definitely an older man, screaming "Burn My Calories" at the top of his lungs with unbridled passion.

Wait!

As Meng Fan was halfway through closing the door, he suddenly thought of a way—a method to complete the [Microphone Hog] task without necessarily having to invite people over himself.

Meng Fan took out the high-tech microphone, opened the virtual projection, and soon saw the nearby connectable devices. He found the device for the room across the hall.

Connecting... Connection successful.

Now he could just sing along!

He sang a few lines at a low volume. The group of middle-aged men across the hall, lost in their own performance, didn't even notice an extra voice.

The song ended... Of course, since Meng Fan had jumped in halfway, he didn't get any experience points for it.

The room across the hall soon started the next song... It was "Calories" again. They even swapped singers. You had to admit, this song was popular among the middle-aged crowd!

Meng Fan sang along this time, and his experience increased.

"Old Zhang, are we better or what? Hahaha, drink up!"

Meng Fan heard one of the men say into the mic; clearly, he didn't realize that the reason he felt so good was because Meng Fan had sung the whole song with him.

Meng Fan found it hilarious. Was this a singing duel?

Then, after the room across the hall switched songs, it was "Calories" again... Were they really that obsessed?

After thinking for a moment, Meng Fan closed his door, put on his hat, and sang much louder than before. Even through the door, Meng Fan could vaguely hear his own voice.

Then, he deployed the livestream assistant to check the reaction of the men across the hall.

"Hey, who’s singing that? Sounds pretty good!"

"Huh? Drink up..."

Seeing this, Meng Fan confirmed that his voice, combined with the hat's effect, had its presence minimized to the extreme. The men could hear it, but they immediately forgot about it and went back to what they were doing.

Meng Fan saw that this method was truly feasible, though he couldn't keep using it forever.

He lowered his voice, took off the hat, finished the song to earn the experience, and disconnected the microphone.