Chapter 207
At six o'clock in the morning, the smoke of the "Hundred Regiments Offensive" club recruitment drive was already permeating the air on the main road of Qingda University.
Although it was called an "offensive," in Gu Ran's eyes, it looked more like a group of unweaned children playing house.
Fighting for territory relied entirely on shouting, and grabbing spots relied entirely on pushing. The methods were so primitive it was laughable.
"Brother Gu, are we really going to that intersection?"
Zhang Qi, carrying a box of custom materials, looked at the empty space at the intersection ahead, his calves trembling a bit.
"I heard that's the 'Golden Eye' reserved by the Student Union for key university-level clubs. We're just a newly formed startup team, we haven't even affiliated with anyone yet..."
"It's exactly because it's the 'Golden Eye' that it's worthy of us."
Gu Ran didn't stop walking, heading straight for that transportation hub connecting the teaching buildings, cafeteria, and dormitories.
Sure enough, just as they put their things down, two guys wearing "Student Union Official" badges came over with dark expressions.
"Hey, hey, hey! Which department are you from? Do you know the rules or not?"
One of the guys with a buzz cut pointed at the floor tiles, his tone unfriendly.
"This spot is reserved for the University Student Union. Move your stuff right now! Don't force us to deduct points from your department!"
Zhang Qi and Li Ming subconsciously shrank their necks.
For naive freshmen, the words "deduct points" and "Student Union" came with a natural bloodline suppression buff.
Gu Ran smiled.
He knew it wouldn't be peaceful.
The young man slowly took out an ID card with gold lettering on a red background from his pocket.
He had just gotten it yesterday.
[Special Advisor to the President's Office of Qinglin University].
"Can you read?"
Gu Ran waved the ID in front of them, his movements as dismissive as if he were shooing away beggars.
"Specially approved by the University Office, this area is requisitioned as the 'College Student Innovation and Entrepreneurship Practice Pilot Zone'."
He withdrew the ID, his gaze sweeping over their stiff faces.
"Any other questions? If not, get out of the way. You're blocking my work."
The two officials looked at each other in dismay, staring at a title they had never seen before.
They then looked at the two burly part-timers over 1.8 meters tall behind Gu Ran (who Gu Ran actually hired with money).
In the end, they could only slink away in defeat.
"Holy crap, Brother Gu is awesome!"
Li Ming gave a thumbs up, the admiration in his eyes practically overflowing.
"Stop talking nonsense and get to work."
Gu Ran clapped his hands, directing the hired professional setup team to enter.
Half an hour later, while the surrounding clubs were still struggling to set up wobbly folding tables and paste handwritten posters, a professional black truss exhibition booth had already risen from the ground at the intersection.
A massive LED display screen, a professional-grade JBL audio array, and an entire wall of...
Customized milk tea, half-human-tall teddy bears, imported snack gift bags, and even rows of movie tickets...
Club recruitment?
This was like moving a mall's promotional event right into the school!
The highly impactful, flaunting-wealth style setup directly made the surrounding shabby booths look like a refugee camp in comparison.
At eight o'clock sharp.
As the first batch of freshmen rushing to early classes flooded the main road, this one-sided massacre officially began.
"WeiLiao APP, give it a shake, get it for free!"
The huge banner was simple and crude, lacking any sentimentality, offering only naked material temptation.
"Is this... really free?"
A few girls were attracted by the spectacular prize wall and tentatively stopped in their tracks.
"Scan the code to download, register and log in, then shake."
Gu Ran sat in a chair behind the booth, signaling Zhang Qi beside him to operate it.
"Whatever you shake is what you get, honest and fair."
Just then, at the neighboring Qinglan Literature Club booth, a guy wearing thick-rimmed glasses pushed up his frames and sneered loudly.
"Juniors, don't believe them. These are all tricks to deceive you into downloading garbage software."
He was a die-hard follower of Qin Zhaoyang and had already received special instructions.
"The so-called lucky draw, the background code can adjust the probability. You'd be lucky to shake out a pack of tissues. Those big bears are just there to look good..."
Before the glasses guy could finish his sentence, a crisp, tough, and highly penetrating metallic clashing sound suddenly came from the speakers.
"Click-clack!"
It was the sound of a rifle being loaded.
Immediately after.
"Congratulations to this student for shaking the first prize, a 1.6-meter teddy bear!"
Zhang Qi roared with excitement, his voice cracking, and stuffed the giant plush toy straight into the girl's arms.
The mockery at the corner of the glasses guy's mouth froze, his face looking as if he had been slapped hard.
His face hurt.
It really hurt.
"Holy crap!! They really give it away?!"
"Move aside, move aside! I want to download it!"
"Don't push me! That's my bear!"
The crowd that had been watching from the sidelines instantly went crazy, surging toward Gu Ran's booth like a tide.
Gu Ran looked at the bobbing heads in front of him, a satisfied smile curving his lips. It's all thanks to the peers making us look good.
He picked up the microphone, his clear voice cutting through the noise of the scene via the sound system.
"Students, WeiLiao's 'Shake' feature doesn't just shake out prizes."
Gu Ran paused, his gaze sweeping over the young and restless faces.
"It can also shake out... destiny."
"Within a range of a thousand meters, a hundred meters, or even just ten meters from you, who is doing the exact same action at the exact same time?"
"Is it that senior you peeked at in the library but didn't dare to approach? Or that junior you bumped into in the cafeteria but passed by?"
"Just give it a gentle shake, and you can find them."
Boom!
These words were like a depth charge, causing the crowd to explode.
"Li Ming, give everyone a demonstration."
Gu Ran turned his head.
Li Ming frantically pulled out his phone and tapped the simple green icon.
The whole audience held their breath.
Receiving the baptism of so many eyes for the first time, Li Ming nervously swallowed and gave his hand a hard shake.
"Click-clack!"
The crisp sound of a rifle bolt rang out.
A searching hand appeared on the screen, and two seconds later, the image froze.
[Ding! Found a new friend, 5 meters away from you.]
The avatar was a cute cartoon rabbit.
Almost at the same time, below the booth, a long-haired girl in a floral dress let out an exclamation, and the phone in her hand lit up too.
Their eyes met in the air.
Sparks flew.
The girl blushed, and Li Ming was so excited he almost knelt down and kowtowed to Gu Ran.
How the hell is this just software?
This is the red thread of destiny in the Matchmaker's hands!
"Shake it!!"
Someone yelled out of nowhere.
Immediately after, the entire main road of Qingda plunged into a bizarre and frantic gunfight.
"Click-clack!"
"Click-clack! Click-clack!"
"Click-clack click-clack click-clack!!!"
Whether they were lining up, walking, or watching the fun at the neighboring booths, almost everyone took out their phones and frantically squeezed toward the booth to scan the code.
The crisp sounds of rifle bolts rose and fell, from the initial sparse few clicks, rapidly converging into wave after wave of sound echoing over the campus.
The club members who had originally been selling hard and handing out flyers were completely dumbfounded.
They looked at their own deserted booths.
And then looked at the grand spectacle of Gu Ran's side, which was already jam-packed and impenetrable.
Their mentality completely collapsed.
How the hell are we supposed to compete with this?!
They are wielding nuclear weapons, and we are holding fire pokers!
Meanwhile, at GR Gaming Company.
Li Sinan and the staff stared intently at the backend data monitoring chart.
The curve for new users was shooting up in a near-vertical surge, as if it had taken Viagra.
What... what is going on?!
Gu Ran leaned back in his chair, listening to the gunfire echoing everywhere, and comfortably unscrewed a bottle of Evian water.
This was the power of auditory symbols.
When a specific sound is tied to a strong psychological expectation, like prizes or romantic encounters, it becomes a virus, frantically eroding people's minds.
Under a parasol tree not far from the booth.
Qin Zhaoyang glared fixedly at Gu Ran, who was surrounded like a star by the crowd. The flyer in Qin Zhaoyang's hand had already been crushed into a ball of wastepaper.
The humiliation of being ignored and crushed gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake.
What is he so smug about... he is just an opportunistic nouveau riche.
Qin Zhaoyang gritted his teeth, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
Hello, Mr. Liu? This is Zhaoyang.
His voice instantly became obedient and full of righteous indignation.
I want to report something...
Hanging up the phone, Qin Zhaoyang looked at the high-spirited young man in the distance and sneered.
This is a school.
Not a place where you can do whatever you want just because you have money.
Gu Ran, just you wait.
Meanwhile, the oblivious young man was looking down at the message Ye Zhenzhen had just sent.
[Dr. Ye: Silly Bear, I secretly gave it a shake just now.]
[Silly Bear: Who did you get?]
[Dr. Ye: A Silly Bear. [Image]]
The image was precisely Gu Ran's MicroChat profile picture.
Gu Ran subconsciously looked up and saw her in the crowd not far away.
The girl was dressed in a pink and white striped top with puff sleeves and a white tiered tutu skirt.
She was smiling sweetly, revealing two little canine teeth.
She playfully waved one hand in his direction.
Under the sunlight, that smile was dazzlingly bright.
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e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
