Tieba Hacked

"Why are you looking at houses? Can you even afford one?"

Zhang Wu was as snarky as ever.

Zhou Yi didn’t even look up as he replied, "I can’t, but my parents can."

Zhang Wu gritted his teeth. "Stop showing off. If you had that kind of money, you wouldn’t have lived like that before."

Zhou Yi didn’t respond further. Zhang Wu snorted and went straight to the forum to stir up trouble.

Using an anonymous account, he began posting vicious rumors about Zhou Yi.

"Zhou Yi isn’t some long-lost rich heir! He’s just a broke loser! Don’t let him fool you!"

"His perfect test scores? All cheating! He used high-tech Bluetooth devices to trick everyone!"

"He’s a total fraud, not worth anyone’s admiration!"

Zhang Wu spammed several posts like this.

Amid the flood of praise for Zhou Yi on the forum, his posts stood out starkly.

Naturally, some jealous guys jumped in to support him.

"Finally, someone exposes him! What does this guy even have besides his looks? Women are so shallow, fawning over pretty boys like him. Pathetic."

"Right? Acting like some big-shot celebrity. Who does he think he is, making people queue up just to add his WeChat? Hilarious."

"If he’s so smart, why isn’t he already admitted to A University? Cheating’s the only explanation."

"Exactly. A loser can’t magically turn into a genius overnight."

"Rich heir? Please. I’ve lived in Huaihai my whole life and never heard of any ‘found child.’ Pulling stories out of thin air."

...

Zhang Wu’s thread quickly climbed to hundreds of replies.

Haters, defenders, and trolls all clashed in the chaos.

"Zhou Yi’s gonna debut as a star someday. Mark my words."

"Yeah, his face is legit hotter than most celebrities. Stay mad."

"Got any proof he cheated? He took that test right in front of everyone. Where’s the Bluetooth device?"

"Oh, sure, you’d somehow know about his ‘secret tech.’ Who even are you? Acting like you know him."

"Man up and post under your real account, coward."

"OP’s just seething with jealousy. Look at him melt down."

...

Reading these comments, Zhang Wu’s face burned with rage.

He fired back in the thread: "Did Zhou Yi pay you or brainwash you? You’re all acting like a cult defending him!"

The mockery only intensified.

"Oh no, our ‘idol’ didn’t pay us—we just like his face. Cry about it."

"Someone’s bitter. You must know him personally to be this triggered."

"Did your crush fall for Zhou Yi? Is that why you’re malding?"

"We’re not ‘defending’ anyone. You’re the one slinging baseless accusations. Even bystanders can see that."

Overwhelmed, Zhang Wu deleted the thread in a fit of anger—only to face even more ridicule.

But the worst blow came when Zhou Yi effortlessly proved him wrong in class.

That afternoon, every teacher seemed to go out of their way to call on Zhou Yi, likely prompted by their homeroom teacher, Liu Wei.

In English, Zhou Yi’s flawless American accent left the teacher speechless.

In sketching, his lifelike bird drawing looked straight out of a textbook.

In art history, he narrated from the myth of Pangu’s creation of the world onward.

His classmates in the Visual Communication class went from gasping "Holy crap!" to shrugging, "It’s Zhou Yi. Of course."

At this point, nothing he did surprised them anymore.

Even if he recited textbooks backward, they’d just nod.

"But wasn’t he a humanities student? Since when does he know art?"

"Last semester, his sketches were terrible."

"Yeah, we were in the same high school—he never studied art!"

"How many more hidden talents does this guy have?"

"Maybe the rumors are true… There’s no other explanation."

The teachers were just as stunned.

After hearing their shocked remarks in the office, Liu Wei stroked his chin proudly. "He might even win the national modeling competition at this rate."

With performances like these, who could still claim Zhou Yi cheated?

The forum haters’ faces were metaphorically slapped raw.

Someone even made a post directly @-ing Zhang Wu, demanding an apology.

"Where’s the ‘Bluetooth cheater’ now?"

"Oh right, he must’ve implanted a voice actor in Zhou Yi’s throat for that English recitation."

"And installed a robot arm for his sketching, obviously."

"Ah yes, the art history knowledge? Clearly a brain chip. Might as well call him a cyborg at this point."

"Delete your post and rage-quit like the clown you are."

Several Visual Communication students chimed in:

"OP’s roasting skills are top-tier!"

"Anyone in our class who still doubts him after today is delusional. Zhou Yi broke us."

"Zhou Yi doesn’t even bother with these trolls. King stays unbothered."

"Someone should trace that hater’s IP. Bet it’s someone with a personal grudge."

Terrified, Zhang Wu glanced around—no one seemed to be watching him.

He stayed silent, logged off the burner account, and slunk away.

Zhou Yi, meanwhile, barely spared a thought for the forum drama.

He had actual work to do.

After class, another stack of advanced math worksheets landed on his desk—his teachers’ "special favor."

It made sense. When a potential national champion emerges, professors can’t help but invest extra.

Yet Zhou Yi hardly needed tutoring; he seemed to know everything already.

The rumors about him snowballed, spreading even among faculty.

When the final bell rang, Wang Yixin waited outside the classroom, drawing curious stares.

Su Ning noticed immediately. Her expression darkened as her eyes snapped to Zhou Yi.

Sure enough, he packed his bag and headed straight for Wang Yixin—clearly a date.

Biting her lip, Su Ning suddenly turned to Zhang Lili, who was still gathering her things.

"Give me Zhou Yi’s WeChat."

Zhang Lili grinned. "Oho! Finally caved, huh?"

Su Ning crossed her arms. "It’s for something important. Don’t read into it."

"Mmhm~ Sure thing~ Absolutely not because you wanna talk to him~"

Zhang Lili’s teasing tone made Su Ning flush. "Just send it already!"

Zhang Lili immediately replied with a smile, "Of course, of course. How could I refuse when the goddess asks?"

Meanwhile, as soon as Zhou Yi stepped out of the classroom, Wang Yixin approached him with a bright, playful grin.

"Did I come at the right time, big bro?"