Fu Zhu was humming a little tune, a sheep held in his hand by a lead. This was no ordinary sheep; he had gone a long, long way to the Simulated Universe in the Herta Space Station to bring it back.
Although it had been a bit of a hassle, the thought of his own masterpiece made him unable to resist humming in delight.
As he returned to the vicinity of the statue, before he even got close, Fu Zhu saw a crowd of people gathered around the still half-finished sculpture.
"Hoh, it seems even as a work-in-progress, a masterpiece is still a masterpiece."
Seeing so many people who could appreciate his work, Fu Zhu was delighted. He led the sheep over with a cheerful grin, adopting the posture of an enthusiastic big brother as he greeted the onlookers.
"Greetings, everyone. I'm not sure what time it is, but good morning, good afternoon, and good evening to you all."
The moment Fu Zhu appeared, looking like his public persona, Sunday, the reporters gathered by the statue immediately swarmed over.
"Lord Sunday, can you please tell us what kind of feelings you had when creating this statue?"
"Lord Sunday, does this statue have some kind of hidden meaning?"
Faced with the reporters' enthusiastic questions, Fu Zhu raised a hand and gestured for them to quiet down. Only then did he lead the sheep to the front of the statue and begin to explain.
"My friends, I know you're very curious, but please, don't rush. This statue is still only a half-finished product. Give me a moment, and I will present the complete work to you all."
With one hand still on the sheep's lead, Fu Zhu's other hand produced a small wooden boat, which he placed directly in front of the statue. He then pushed the sheep onto the boat and secured it.
Then, the crowd on site witnessed the statue, which was stuck in a loop of repeating a hip-thrusting motion, plunge the lightning rod below its crotch into the rear of the sheep. This absurd scene caused many of the women present to cry out in alarm and cover their eyes, while their male counterparts shared a knowing smile, their gazes toward Fu Zhu turning somewhat strange.
Having transformed the statue into its complete form, Fu Zhu did not stop his work. He planted a signpost next to the statue and wrote the title of the work and his signature on it.
"Propagation — Sunday"
Finally, Fu Zhu took out a Fluorescent Ink Sac. This was a rare material he had spent quite some time collecting in the Simulated Universe. He slapped the ink sac directly onto the signpost, and the words on it instantly lit up, drawing a gasp of amazement from the crowd.
Only after finishing all this did Fu Zhu turn to face the crowd with a smile, his hands behind his back. "Alright, you may ask your questions now."
Hearing this, the reporters immediately swarmed forward again. As camera flashes blinked incessantly, a pile of microphones was shoved toward Fu Zhu's mouth.
Reporter: "Mister Sunday, please tell us, what kind of feelings did you have in your heart when creating this statue?"
"Sunday": "What other feeling could there be? Naturally, it was a feeling of reverence for the birth of life!"
Reporter: "Lord Sunday, does this statue have some kind of hidden meaning?"
"Sunday": "I feel that a work of art should not have any hidden meaning, but should bravely express its true significance. And the significance of this work is exactly as I have written on the signpost!"
The reporters understood. They began to furiously scribble in their notepads. A few curious passersby craned their necks to peek at what one of the reporters was writing.
[Lord Sunday, Harboring the Most Primal Urge of Propagation, Created Such a Statue!]
Seeing this line recorded in the notepad, the passersby couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement.
Truly worthy of people in the media; their headlines are just so exaggerated!
After Fu Zhu finished answering the reporters' questions, he suddenly took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the time, his expression instantly becoming very serious.
The reporters gathered around him had originally intended to ask a few more questions, but seeing Fu Zhu's expression suddenly turn so grave, they couldn't help but ask cautiously.
"Lord Sunday? Has something major happened?"
Fu Zhu nodded with a solemn expression, raising a hand to signal for the crowd to clear a path.
"Indeed. This matter is of the utmost importance to me. It's time. My little sister's autograph session is about to start. Please, make way!"
"Huh?"
Fu Zhu pushed through the crowd and broke into a sprint in the other direction, leaving everyone at the scene looking at each other in bewilderment.
However, a reporter quickly came to his senses, signaled to his cameraman, and also broke into a run, madly chasing after the departing Fu Zhu.
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When Fu Zhu arrived at the previously known location of the autograph session, he had expected that Robin's disappearance would cause the event to be canceled. He was already prepared to go buy some Robin-endorsed products to continue his performance. To his surprise, the venue was already packed with countless fans and tourists.
This took Fu Zhu by surprise. He immediately opened his mini-map for a look, and as a result, he spotted a familiar face.
[Robin (Sparkle)]
"Hoh, you've really outdone yourself, you chaos-seeker. You've done me a huge favor."
Seeing that Sparkle was actually here helping out by disguising herself as Robin, Fu Zhu was inwardly ecstatic. With "Robin" present, his next performance would be all the more interesting.
With that thought, Fu Zhu took a headband out of his backpack and tied it around his forehead. Then he put on a pair of sunglasses and a mask, deliberately making it look like he didn't want to be recognized. Finally, he pulled out a loudspeaker with a pre-recorded voice message, flipped the switch, and held it high above his head.
"Lord Sunday has arrived! Everyone, make way!" ×N
The fans, not knowing what was going on, subconsciously parted to form a path upon hearing the voice. Fu Zhu walked straight through with his back ramrod straight, casually grabbing one of the products for this autograph session from a sales staff member. He glanced at it—it was a lipstick in a shade he didn't recognize—and then walked toward the "Robin" who was in charge of signing.
Sparkle, disguised as Robin and signing autographs like a madwoman, suddenly saw a vaguely familiar figure walk up to her and couldn't help but pause.
Isn't this Robin's chicken-wing-loving big brother?
Seeing Sparkle's stunned expression, Fu Zhu switched back to his own voice and muttered, audible only to the two of them, "I never thought you'd have this much free time, even showing up to sign autographs in her likeness. Perfect, sign one for me too."
Hearing Fu Zhu's voice coming from under the Sunday disguise, Sparkle immediately understood. A smile playing on her lips, she asked in return, "And what would you like me to sign, sir?"
Fu Zhu put on a thoughtful expression and handed the signature board and the lipstick to Sparkle.
"Please use this lipstick to sign one for me. Just write, 'To Robin's favorite big brother.'"
"You got it!"
Sparkle, holding back a smile, took the lipstick and wrote the requested message on the signature board. After writing, just as she was about to hand it back to Fu Zhu, she suddenly had another idea. She applied the lipstick to her own lips, puckered them into a pout, and planted a kiss mark on the signature board. Only then did she hand it back to Fu Zhu with an ambiguous smile.
"Will this do?"
Seeing the extra bit of drama Sparkle had added, Fu Zhu couldn't help but give her a mental thumbs-up.
"Yes, thank you."
After taking the signed board and the used lipstick back from Sparkle, Fu Zhu removed his mask under the astonished gazes of the crowd. Although he only revealed the lower half of his face, the fans on site still recognized him as Lord Sunday.
Fu Zhu thoughtfully turned in a full circle to make sure anyone who hadn't seen his face got a clear look. Only then did he, with an expression of utter solemnity, tuck the signature board into the front of his shirt, a look of blissful happiness on his face as he turned and left the venue.
This entire scene, however, was madly photographed and documented by the reporters who had followed him over.
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Author's Note:
PS: My apologies, I'm not feeling well right now, so I'm not sure if this is written well.