Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 214 - 214 210 A Bunch of Crazy Fans

214: Chapter 210 A Bunch of Crazy Fans 214: Chapter 210 A Bunch of Crazy Fans The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, and Ye Fan and Luo Xinling stepped out together, then Luo Xinling led Ye Fan to the door of a private room.

“Ye, my girlfriends might be a bit enthusiastic in a moment, could you bear with it?” Luo Xinling looked up at Ye Fan, her eyes pleading.

Ye Fan smiled faintly and said, “Don’t worry.

You’re my friend, I certainly won’t let you lose face in front of your friends.”

“Hehe, thank you,” Luo Xinling laughed happily, holding Ye Fan’s arm a bit tighter.

Ye Fan looked down at Luo Xinling’s pretty face and nodded with a smile.

Next, Ye Fan pushed open the door to the private room, walking in with Luo Xinling hooked on his arm.

As soon as they entered, they were greeted by a strong rhythmic music accompanied by the screeching vocals of two delicate girls, singing quite ordinarily.

Ye Fan glanced around and saw that the room was fairly spacious, with six or seven young girls dressed fashionably, some even a bit revealing.

They were all in their early twenties, tall and slim, with pretty faces scoring over eighty points—just slightly less attractive than Luo Xinling, but it was a gathering of similar types.

With the appearance of Ye Fan and Luo Xinling, the five or six girls looked over unanimously, and the music was immediately paused.

“Hehe, let me introduce,” Luo Xinling said proudly with a smile, “Ye Fan, my friend, and also a good friend of Yanyan!”

She emphasized the words “good friend” heavily.

Hearing this, the five or six girls’ eyes lit up, and they screamed and rushed over, with the one closest to Ye Fan reaching him first and tightly grabbing the other arm of Ye Fan.

The other five girls had already pounced over, nearly stacking on top of Ye Fan like a pyramid.

“This, this is too crazy, right?

I’m at most a friend of Shen Yan, not her personally.

If it was Shen Yan herself, wouldn’t these crazy fans really just scream and faint?” Ye Fan thought in shock, feeling very surprised by the extreme fervor of Shen Yan’s crazy fans.

“Ye, hello, I’m Xiao Liang…

Do you really know Yanyan?”

“I’m Shi Yun…

Do you really know Yanyan?”

“…I’m so happy to meet you.

Do you really know Yanyan?”

…

…

The six girls introduced themselves and eagerly asked Ye Fan if he really knew Shen Yan, almost dizzying him with their questions.

“Stop!

Stop!

Stop!” Luo Xinling yelled loudly, “Everyone, stop arguing and meet one at a time!”

Finally, Ye Fan got a temporary break for his ears.

The six girls quieted down and stepped back in front of Ye Fan, each with excited eyes sizing him up.

Luo Xinling also momentarily let go of Ye Fan’s arm, standing between Ye Fan and her six girlfriends, starting the introductions.

“Zhao Hongliang.”

“Tan Shiyun.”

“Xu Yanshui.”

…

After the introductions, Ye Fan smiled and said, “Let’s sit down and chat slowly.”

“Sure!” Luo Xinling and her girlfriends immediately exclaimed.

Thus, on the sofa in front of the coffee table, Ye Fan sat in the middle, with Luo Xinling sitting right next to him on the right, while a quick-witted girl snagged the spot on Ye Fan’s left.

A row of glass beer mugs was lined up, then each one was filled with chilled beer.

After picking up a mug, Luo Xinling exclaimed excitedly, “Come on, ladies, let’s toast to Brother Ye!”

“Brother Ye, your little sister toasts you!” The other six girls also raised their mugs to Ye Fan.

Holding his mug, Ye Fan smiled lightly and said, “I toast to you too.

I’m glad to meet such a group of pretty and cute girls.”

Ding ding ding…

After a series of clinking sounds, everyone downed their beer.

Setting down their mugs, two of the girls began to pour more beer, and the girl right next to Ye Fan started asking, “Brother Ye, do you really know Yanyan?”

All the girls, except Luo Xinling, listened intently.

“Um, I know her,” Ye Fan responded blandly, feeling quite embarrassed inside that he was using Shen Yan’s name to flirt.

“Wow—” Luo Xinling’s six girlfriends exclaimed enviously, their gazes at Ye Fan grew even warmer.

Luo Xinling said proudly, “See, I didn’t lie to you, did I?”

Another girl continued asking Ye Fan, “So when did you meet Yanyan?

Are you close to Yanyan?

How close?

Luo Xinling mentioned that when you asked Yanyan for front row tickets over the phone, she immediately sent someone in a rush to give you ten front row tickets.

Is that true?”

The other girls, including Luo Xinling, looked at Ye Fan expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Ye Fan smiled slightly and replied, “Actually, I’m not very familiar with Shen Yan.

As for the tickets, it’s mainly because she’s a nice person and very generous.”

Luo Xinling and the other girls showed a hint of disappointment upon hearing this.

“Giggle, you say you’re not very close to Yanyan—we don’t believe that!” Suddenly, one girl giggled slyly, “You have Yanyan’s private phone number; you must be good friends.

Not just anyone has her private number.”

“That’s right, Brother Ye, don’t be so modest,” the other girls chimed in one after another.

Ye Fan, not wanting to flaunt his relationship with Shen Yan to boost his own image, denied, “I’m not lying to you.

I’ve met Shen Yan only twice.

We chatted briefly, danced a waltz together, and sang a song together, and that’s about it.”

Unexpectedly, Luo Xinling and the other girls screamed excitedly, their eyes shining, “Wow, Brother Ye, you actually danced with Yanyan and even sang together.

You are so lucky!

If it were me, I’d be overjoyed!”

Ye Fan was speechless.

Was it really that big of a deal?

“Brother Ye, you must sing really well, even Yanyan is willing to sing with you,” Luo Xinling exclaimed, “Sing a song for us.”

“Yes, Brother Ye, sing one for us,” the other girls pleaded.

Ye Fan didn’t decline and nodded, “Sure, I’ll sing one.”

Using Shen Yan’s name to flirt made him feel uncomfortable, so he decided to show off his own charm and win over these girls.

Luo Xinling and the other girls immediately burst into applause and cheers.

The girl sitting at the far right edge had already run to the karaoke machine and turned to call back to Ye Fan, “Brother Ye, what song do you want to sing?”

“Yu Chengqing’s ‘Spring Mud,'” Ye Fan said.

He hadn’t had much time to learn singing but had picked up a few songs, and “Spring Mud” was one of the few that suited the current mood—a love song.

“Alrighty!” The girl laughed and quickly selected “Spring Mud” for Ye Fan.

Then, Ye Fan picked up the microphone, stood up, and walked in front of the coffee table to sing.

Luo Xinling and the other girls cheered and clapped, their faces full of anticipation.