Chapter 407: Sister-Spoiling Demon

Chapter 407: The Ultimate Brother Who Dotes on His Sister

When the lights fell on Meng Fan, a staff member quickly handed him a microphone. Meng Fan took it—there was no way around it, really; his presence was just too strong. Earlier, when the camera had swept over him, he’d waved back with considerable enthusiasm. And now, hearing that requests were allowed, a song came to mind.

Taking the mic, Meng Fan greeted Shi Shiwu and the audience with a smile. “I’d like to request a song.”

Shi Shiwu grinned. “Sure, which one?”

“White Sheep Dream.”

Meng Fan named the song—not one of Shi Shiwu’s biggest hits.

At the mention of the title, many fans’ eyes lit up. Only die-hard followers would think of it instantly. Among them was Meng Caitang, whose eyes sparkled and whose lips curled upward.

Shi Shiwu was pleasantly surprised. “This song is one I wrote for myself—and for Aries. Are you an Aries?”

Meng Fan shook his head. “No, but my sister is. Not only is she an Aries, but she also happens to be a Meng. When this song came out, she insisted you wrote it just for her. She’s here tonight, so consider this my request on her behalf.”

Meng Caitang wasn’t beside Meng Fan, so the camera couldn’t find her. But Lin Xiaoxiao and the others who came with her wore expressions of envy. What a doting brother!

Shi Shiwu asked, “Do you know how to sing it? If so, we can sing it together.”

“I do. I learned it and sang it plenty to win her over, but she never appreciated it—she said I sang it terribly.”

Meng Fan wasn’t lying. The song was released in 2011, when both he and Meng Caitang were young. To escape the “little demoness” torturing him with all sorts of “high-tech” gadgets, he’d thrown himself into learning this song, knowing she loved it. Whenever she struck, he’d retaliate with this tune—and “retaliate” was the right word, because his singing was truly awful.

As he spoke, memories of their siblinghood flashed through his mind. Chaotic as it was back then, looking back now, it felt warm. He glanced toward where Meng Caitang sat—couldn’t see her clearly, but he could almost picture her puffing out her cheeks. A smile crept onto his face. “She always says I ruin your songs. So today, in front of her and her idol, I’ll ruin it one more time.”

Shi Shiwu chuckled and signaled the band to prepare. At the same time, he felt a bit speechless. This guy seemed to be… well, how to put it? It felt like he’d taken over the stage. He was showing off too much. He hadn’t even started singing yet, but he already seemed to be controlling the atmosphere.

Shi Shiwu asked, “Should I go first, or you?”

The intro had already begun.

Meng Fan smiled. “You go first. Let her experience the fall from heaven to hell.”

“La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la oh…”

*White Sheep Dream* was an incredibly uplifting song. It began with a long hum, stretching over several beats before the lyrics kicked in: “What did I dream last night, what just happened, happy or not, in this very second.”

The rhythm was light and cheerful, and Shi Shiwu’s performance was flawless. Even though it was an impromptu request for a non-hit, unrehearsed, he nailed it.

“…But I’m sure, I live every day like myself.”

As he finished that verse and the chorus approached, Shi Shiwu pointed at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan raised the mic, opened his mouth wide, and sang: “The first second my eyes open, even if exhausted, I’m instantly reborn. Returning to the truest me. Weather can’t stop me, the road may not go my way…”

The entire venue fell silent, stunned. Not because Meng Fan sang beautifully, but because his delivery was utterly bizarre—a complete “mess.”

Shi Shiwu had been light and lively, but Meng Fan was pure “aggression.” If Shi Shiwu was a gentle breeze, Meng Fan was a sandstorm. Every syllable hit like a pile driver—thump, thump, thump—yet it was undeniably full of power. It made you feel instantly revived, with a force so strong that not even the weather could stop him, let alone the sky falling. Whatever the road, he seemed ready to carve his own path.

It was a parody, but it brought out a different flavor of the song—just with a massive impact. It was like Tengger singing Zhang Shaohan’s song, turning “Invisible Wings” into “Steel Wings.”

After finishing his part, Meng Fan pointed at Shi Shiwu. Shi Shiwu raised his mic but immediately gave up, laughing and gesturing for Meng Fan to continue. The rhythm he’d set was impossible to follow—a musical bulldozer. Even Shi Shiwu, with his impeccable pitch, was afraid of being dragged off-key.

Seeing this, Meng Fan didn’t hold back. He kept going, smashing the song to pieces with his relentless beat.

“…Welcome to this exploration, waiting for you to discover something. Whatever you think of, just do it. In your first second, whatever you think of, just do it.”

Meng Fan changed every “I” in the final verse to “you,” singing directly toward Meng Caitang’s direction. After finishing, he faced her and said, his voice brimming with uplifting energy: “Thank you, Zhui Zhui, for giving me this chance to send this song to you. I hope you always stay passionate, always energetic! I know you’re someone who never looks back once you set a goal, overcoming every obstacle to achieve it. Now, you’ve completed the first stage of your dream. Next, Aries girl, charge! And to everyone here with dreams—the world is big, dreams are big, and you can be big too!”

As Meng Fan pumped his fist fiercely toward her, Meng Caitang rolled her eyes dramatically and turned her head away. What was he doing? The parody was bad enough, but then he had to get all sentimental!

Beside her, Lin Xiaoxiao quietly handed Meng Caitang a tissue, already turning into Lin Weepy herself. It had been hilarious, but now it was inspiring. She knew Meng Caitang was moved to tears—and she herself was crying out of envy!

Other people’s brothers never disappointed!

The others who came with them, especially the guys who liked Meng Caitang, were also tearing up. Bro-in-law, you’re putting too much pressure on us!

As for the rest of the audience, they’d been laughing so hard they could barely breathe at first. But Meng Fan’s closing words lifted their spirits. His voice carried power, and his encouragement was just as forceful—after all, his vocal charisma was undeniable.

When Meng Fan finished, the venue erupted in screams, whistles, applause, and cheers. For them, it was a hilarious experience.

For Meng Fan, aside from genuinely sending his blessings to Meng Caitang after Shi Shiwu’s song request, he also gained some experience.

The [Concert Killer] mission was still pending. This performance had earned a decent damage rating, pushing the total past 400—though still far from the 1,000 mark.

“Wow!”

Shi Shiwu finally stopped laughing, shaking his head and giving a thumbs-up. “You’re truly amazing! You didn’t just ‘ruin’ my song—you ‘ruined’ my whole concert! I don’t even know how to start the next song now. What do I do? Hmm—your version just now, as ridiculous as it was, was also brilliant. I’m definitely going to make a new arrangement based on your version! And also, I suddenly want to write a song for you again. What do I do?”

Meng Fan laughed. “Then it’s a deal! But don’t blame me if I tarnish your golden reputation, haha!”

After that, Meng Fan naturally handed the mic back to the staff and settled down to enjoy the rest of the concert. He had to admit, Shi Shiwu’s live performance was incredible—truly worthy of the title “Walking CD,” one of the must-see live acts in the Chinese music scene.

News of Meng Fan’s antics at Shi Shiwu’s concert spread back to China at lightning speed. Before the concert even ended, it was already trending.

That speed wasn’t surprising. After all, besides Meng Fan being a frequent hot topic, so was Shi Shiwu.

When two frequent hot-topic figures combined, the impact was far greater than one plus one.

There wasn’t just one trending topic. Besides the earliest one, #MengFanShiShiwu#, there was also #UltimateDotingBrother#.

“Meng Fan and Shi Shiwu? What’s going on?”

“Meng Fan is competing in Lion City, and Shi Shiwu is from Lion City and happened to have a concert there. So they met.”

“Haha, classic Meng Fan—causing chaos at a concert again!”

“White Sheep Dream? What kind of magical song is that?”

“Hopeless. I’m brainwashed by Meng Fan’s singing!”

“Not just his smile is demonic—his voice is too!”

“He turned a light, fresh song into something heavy and intense. Genius!”

“Heavy? Haha, I think it sounds great!”

“Who knew Meng Fan’s singing had such flavor?”

“You haven’t heard him sing before. This is just him messing around. When he’s serious, he’ll make you question everything.”

“…”

“Meng Fan dotes on his sister way too much!”

“I’m so jealous of Meng Fan’s sister! Her idol and her brother sang for her together! So lucky!”

“More like I feel sorry for her. Look how her brother wrecked her idol’s concert, hahaha!”

“Damn, other people’s brothers never disappoint!”

“From just a few words, you can tell how much Meng Fan loves his sister.”

“By the way, who is Meng Fan’s sister?”

“I didn’t know Meng Fan had a sister! She’s so lucky—brother is Meng Fan, sister is Meng Caiwei! She’s won at life!”

Well, within no time, another trending topic appeared: #WhoIsMengFan’sSister#.

Impressive enough, before midnight, Meng Fan’s sister was identified.

To be fair, it wasn’t exactly dug up—it was leaked.

Quite a few international students who had watched Meng Fan’s competition with Meng Caitang knew about their relationship. It wasn’t that all of them were too busy studying to care about online gossip.

Moreover, Meng Caitang was well-known at National University, even across Lion City’s entire university scene. When she’d taken Meng Fan around claiming he was her boyfriend, plenty of people knew about it. Naturally, that also revealed the truth about their sibling relationship.

Of course, there is no need to worry about whether some sharp-eyed individuals might link Meng Fan to the Lion City hijacking incident; as of today, if any hidden dangers remain, first, certain information and materials have been sealed and altered, second, the hijacker gang has been uprooted entirely, and third, there are certainly other preventive measures in place—otherwise, Meng Caiwei and Meng Fan would never have been able to meet in Lion City.

After news about Meng Fan’s younger sister appeared in the Weibo trending topic area, everyone was stunned.

“She’s this gorgeous! Are all the Mengs blessed with divine looks?”

“The campus belle of Lion City National University!”

“With looks like that, she could debut as a center position!”

“Holy crap! A twenty-three-year-old female PhD!”

“The youngest researcher in the history of Lion City National University’s three major institutes!”

“Winner of the International Biomechanics Breakthrough Award, also the youngest recipient in the award’s history!”

“I’m done—I can’t even understand what her awards mean!”

“This is the genius beauty herself, right?”

“Now this is a true beauty and academic prodigy!”

“I thought Meng Fan and Meng Caiwei were impressive enough, but who knew there’s a younger sister who’s even more amazing!”

“I’m genuinely jealous of Iron God for having such a sister!”

“The divine family adds another member!”

“...”

After the concert, Meng Caitang met with Meng Fan briefly, then returned to school with Lin Xiaoxiao and the others. She heard about what was happening online in China from Lin Xiaoxiao, but she didn’t care; once back, she just went about her usual routine.

Meng Fan returned to the capital with the team the next day, then went to the Qinhuangdao base for a summary meeting. Besides summing things up, the meeting also marked the start of a new round of national team training, this time specifically targeting the Olympics.

Afterward, he stayed and waited for two days.

During the judo team competition, the wrestling team’s continental qualifiers also began. After they finished and returned, they held their own summary meeting. Only after that did Meng Fan head back.

Although the training camp had nothing to do with him, he still had to attend these meetings. The national team had, of course, designed a customized training plan for him, which he took back to Hangzhou as a reference.

In the days that followed his return to Hangzhou, Dean Zhan came to Fengji Martial Arts Hall almost every day, specifically to guide Meng Fan’s training. The focus was mainly on technique, especially the clean and jerk, to ensure full preparation for the weightlifting continental qualifiers at the end of April.

The weightlifting continental qualifiers were similar—few strong competitors, with the top six in each weight class earning qualification. For Meng Fan, it was the same: as long as no force majeure accident occurred, the Olympic ticket was secure.

The event was held in Quanzhou, China, starting on April 28.

“Meng!”

On April 23, Meng Fan received a somewhat unexpected call from the Qatari tycoon Asali.

Earlier, Meng Fan had politely said that if Asali ever came to China, he should give him a call. He never expected the man to actually show up, and in Hangzhou no less. Besides him, there was also a football team, and even the tiger Teli had been brought along.

(This chapter ends)