The phone and the camera were placed side by side for comparison.
The pictures on the phone were from posts on the school's confession wall, specifically posts about Ye Cheng. Ye Cheng was now a celebrity at the school, even though he wasn't some rich young master or playboy.
But his swagger was much bigger than any rich kid's.
If you mentioned which family's young master you were in school, who you were, or who your father was, no one would recognize you. But if you... oh, wait, if your father was Li Erhe, then people would probably know.
Because Li Yong constantly blabbered about "my father, Li Erhe," he was now considered a celebrity in the school. As long as you typed the keyword "retard," big data would automatically capture the search and recommend posts about Li Erhe to you.
By the same logic.
As long as you entered "inhuman," Ye Cheng's posts would pop up. Keywords like "despicable phoenix man," "scheming boy," and "vicious" would all bring up posts related to Ye Cheng.
Right now in the school, the popularity of trending topics related to Ye Cheng had long surpassed the perpetually top-ranked posts like "Must-Read for New Students" or "Precautions for Dahai City Noble Academy."
Those were passed down from generation to generation by senior students, their status unshakeable.
Yet, in just a matter of days, the topics about Ye Cheng alone surpassed those two unshakeable "veteran" posts, ruthlessly trampling them underfoot.
Whether positive or negative, the level of discussion around Ye Cheng had reached a terrifying volume. Furthermore, because he looked like a "succubus," Ye Cheng's recognizability was extremely high.
Especially since whenever he appeared, top-tier "red cards" like the Eldest Miss or the President would randomly spawn around him. With such a powerful domineering aura, it was hard for the people around him not to notice.
Of course, if it were just the click-through rates contributed by the rich young masters and wealthy young ladies in the school, it still wouldn't be enough to surpass the power of their "predecessors." At the very least, it would take some time.
But with the intervention of the mysterious "superpower of money," surpassing them was only a matter of minutes.
Just a single "flame war post" used by Lin Baizhi to drain the Eldest Miss and the President had a click-through rate that far exceeded ten times the total number of students and teachers in the school combined.
Both sides were using view-bots.
They couldn't stop anymore. Both sides were going all out. If the posts hadn't been forcibly locked, the forum would probably have been crashed by the data teams from both sides by now. Thanks to the deep pockets of Dahai City Noble Academy, the servers were sturdy enough.
Otherwise, the servers would have exploded on the spot on the very first day.
Right now, the voting on both sides was maintained at an extremely "stable" ratio of fifty percent. Neither side dared to act rashly. If you botted ten thousand votes, the other side would immediately follow up and pull the data back to even.
Only when both sides maintained a balance could anyone breathe a sigh of relief. In a sense, it was a delicate equilibrium.
Winning against the other side might be somewhat difficult, but as long as they maintained this delicate balance, the data staff of both the Dongfang family and the Du family could have a chance to catch their breath and successfully report back to their bosses.
As long as they didn't lose, it was fine... fifty percent was fifty percent!
However, it was obvious that Mrs. Du was not quite satisfied with this result, so the Du family's staff would launch an attack on average every three hours, only to be quickly caught up by the Dongfang family's data staff botting votes.
The click-through rate of this single post directly obliterated the bonds of the "predecessors" in the school. In the face of the "superpower of money," bonds and such seemed more or less ridiculous, getting directly "elbowed" two acres away.
This "flame war post" was just one part of the attack launched by Du Wanyi. Right now, on the forum, any negative news you could see about Ye Cheng was all orchestrated by Du Wanyi's people.
People like Chen Shimei, Hong Shixian, Qin Hui, Lu Bu... compared to Ye Cheng, they were all true men who had their own difficulties, were single-minded, served their country with utmost loyalty, and were not seduced by beauty.
Ye Cheng's reputation was growing bigger and bigger, and Mrs. Du's contribution could not go unnoticed!
As for whether Ye Cheng wanted this reputation or not... that was beyond anyone's control now!
Can you handle this move with "five million's worth of power"?!
It didn't matter if he could handle it. If he could handle five million, there was still ten million, fifty million... with the superpower of money, the only limit was your imagination, nothing was impossible!
"Holy shit, it really is!" The boy held his camera and phone up to compare, and guess what?
Exactly the same!
Who else could it be but Ye Cheng?
So... the "vengeful spirit" jumping off the building that he photographed was actually the Male Protagonist who should have been nailed to death in a romantic bloodbath?
After confirming it was a living person, the boy finally grew bolder. He flipped through the over a thousand photos in the album. By scrolling through these photos quickly, it turned into a very smooth video lasting a few seconds.
"Four mid-air twists before landing?" After watching this short video, the boy's eyes were filled with shock.
Mid-air twists were nothing special; when skydiving, you could twist as many times as you wanted, spinning like a top without any problem. But the issue was... people usually did that either into water or flying high in the sky before finally opening a parachute.
What exactly was this twenty-meter free fall onto flat ground?
Fancy free fall?
Sounds pretty good, except it's a bit fatal...
He watched it repeatedly a few times, gaining new insights and understandings each time. The changes in his mental journey were roughly like this:
Holy shit.
Holy shit?
Holy shit!
Ah, the written language of the Dragon Kingdom was profound and extensive. Even though it was all "holy shit," they indeed conveyed different moods. It should be recommended for inclusion in the Mandarin proficiency test. Silently, the boy picked up his phone and contacted his department head.
The boy was a member of the school's journalism club. His seniority in the club could be considered veteran status. Logically speaking, he should have held some sort of official position, but he was still just a "commoner."
It wasn't that his skills were lacking, nor was it a lack of seniority. He was just missing a suitable "opportunity," or in short, a pledge of loyalty.
Since it was the journalism club, the pledge needed to be something related to news. Even if the things he submitted before were pretty good, they always fell just a bit short.
Now... it seemed this opportunity had arrived?
Sometimes people were just like this. The things they yearned for would be delivered right to their doorstep in an inadvertent moment, or obtained effortlessly, just like a dream.
The boy flipped through the photos in the camera, the corners of his mouth gradually rising until his grin almost split his face like Venom. In a daze, he saw himself as the journalism club's team leader... No, wait, what's a team leader? The club president!
The next president of the journalism club would be him!
"Shocking! A man with a terminal illness jumps off a building, suicide attempt fails..."
"Shocking! The lackey of the Shen family's young master actually has depressive tendencies?"
"Shocking! The heartache of ordinary people is not as glamorous as it seems on the surface, forced to..."
In an instant, countless headlines flashed through the boy's mind. Each one was a path leading him to the presidency of the journalism club. Always remember the three elements of news!
Truth, accuracy, timeliness...
Oh, sorry, grabbed the wrong one. This is it: taking things out of context, twisting the meaning, getting it right...
The last one is a bit risky; one careless move and you could easily face the iron fist of justice. So the first two will do just fine: taking things out of context and twisting the meaning!
Who do you think came up with this stuff anyway?
Hahaha!!!
Holding his camera, the boy was as excited as a monkey. He even stopped eating his melon and hurried back to his dorm to compile his material. His news would definitely be next week's headline. Hahaha!!!
The butterfly's wings flapped gently...
In a week's time, a terrifying tornado sweeping across the campus would appear...
The process was wrong, but the result was right!
...
Meanwhile.
At the academy, inside the Dongfang family villa.
The Little Secretary was lying at home alone, holding her phone and watching a video of mosquito coils battling mosquito repellent with great fascination. It was a clash between the old guard and the rising power, just like the fifth generation of RELX taking on Furongwang cigarettes...
"Hehe..."
The Little Secretary grinned foolishly, her eyes full of wisdom. Happily propping herself up, she pawed at the bedside table a couple of times, grabbed her water cup, and took a big gulp, glug, glug.
Then she happily went back to watching short videos that could supposedly make her smarter!
About half an hour ago, Dongfang Zhixia had left without saying a word. Normally, before going to school, she should have told her subordinates to send someone to take care of the Little Secretary, otherwise going to the toilet would be a problem.
But because of Ye Cheng's perfect score college entrance exam essay, Dongfang Zhixia didn't have time to arrange things and rushed straight to Shen Qinghan's classroom.
And the Little Secretary was still here, foolishly drinking water...
It was foreseeable that, before long, the Little Secretary would be elbowed by her own bladder.
Outside the villa.
Ye Cheng happily returned with his heavily modified superior phone!
"President, I'm back!" Ye Cheng shouted loudly from the door.
On the second floor, the still-giggling Little Secretary perked up upon hearing the voice. She blinked her eyes; this voice sounded like... the officer's!
"Hamster, open the door!"
It really is the officer!
The Little Secretary blinked her big, sparkling eyes and prepared to get up and out of bed to open the door for Ye Cheng, seemingly forgetting that she had already become a disabled Hamster.
With one roll, she completely emptied her own health bar.
"Ah... woo woo woo... It hurts so much, I'm going to die, woo woo woo..." The Little Secretary hugged her leg, crying out pitifully.
The Hamster's mission to open the door was only half-started, yet she perished halfway...
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
