Zhou Yi thought for a moment and decided to name his company "Cosmos."
Registering a company would take about half a month, so Zhou Yi had no choice but to wait patiently.
After returning home, he opened the resumes sent via email and replied to the candidates who interested him, inviting them for interviews.
Zhou Yi scheduled the interviews for 7 PM on the weekend at the Huaihai Business Building he had rented earlier that day.
When Jiang Ruolan received Zhou Yi’s interview invitation, she didn’t hesitate for long. She immediately booked a flight back to Huaihai for the next morning.
Since she was planning to return to the country anyway, she figured she might as well take this opportunity.
After wrapping up her tasks, she began packing her luggage.
Zhou Yi’s strongest support was about to come online.
After handling these matters, Zhou Yi realized he really needed to buy a computer—dealing with things on his phone was far too inconvenient.
That evening, Huaihai TV’s nightly news aired a segment about Zhou Yi’s donation earlier that day.
On Weibo, countless curious onlookers had gathered just to see if he really looked as handsome as the photos Wang Lan had posted.
Because of this, Huaihai TV’s viewership even saw a slight bump.
Those who had previously accused Wang Lan of photoshopping her pictures were now proven wrong, and clips of Zhou Yi’s interview went viral again.
[How can someone look this good even under Huaihai TV’s HD cameras? I can’t imagine how stunning he must be in real life.]
[As a famous saying goes, the human psyche consists of three parts: the id, the ego, and the superego. I’ve got the first two, but I think little brother here can give me the third.]
[There are four levels of spiciness: mild, medium, extra spicy, and "hubby, I’m coming for you~"]
[My period was two weeks late, but it finally came out—through my nose. Thank you, handsome, may you father eighteen children in this lifetime.]
[God, which window did you close for him? Oh wait, it’s the chat window between me and you, wuwuwu.]
[Can you all stop being so shallow? Has no one noticed that besides being tall and handsome, he’s also rich? What kind of college student donates 500,000 yuan in one go?!]
[You’re even shallower—has no one noticed how genuinely kind-hearted he is?!]
The comments were flooded with playful banter and praise, most of them gushing over Zhou Yi’s looks. Some even found their way to Wang Lan’s Weibo, where they learned the backstory after seeing people accuse her of editing the photos.
Wang Lan’s original post had already reached 100,000 likes, and marketing accounts naturally jumped on the trending topic.
Soon, countless posts featuring Zhou Yi’s photos popped up across Weibo.
Some marketing accounts deliberately stirred controversy to drive engagement, with headlines like "Who’s More Handsome: Zhou Yi or [Insert Celebrity Name]?" or "Zhou Yi vs. [Insert University]’s Heartthrob—Who Wins?"
This wasn’t yet the era of obsessive fan control, so most comments under these posts were from casual netizens. Even when fans of certain celebrities tried to dominate the conversation, they couldn’t fully suppress opposing opinions.
Under the marketing accounts’ posts, fans and casual viewers were at war.
Casual viewers would say: "I think Zhou Yi is hotter."
Fans would snap back: "Are you blind? My idol is way better-looking!"
Fans would insist: "My oppa is clearly more handsome, what’s wrong with your taste?"
Casual viewers would fire back: "You’re the ones in denial, your bias goggles are ten layers thick."
Rival fans of other celebrities would chime in: "I also think Zhou Yi is better-looking than [Insert Celebrity]."
Original fans would then accuse: "Who paid you to shill for him?"
The comment sections devolved into chaos—fans, anti-fans, and neutral netizens all clashing, none willing to back down.
This was just how the internet worked. People could turn even the smallest disagreement into a full-blown war.
And that was exactly what the marketing accounts wanted. Arguments meant engagement, and engagement meant profit.
They knew exactly how to stir the pot.
The core issue was that celebrity fans loved silencing dissent. The moment a casual viewer expressed a differing opinion, they’d get dogpiled. But would netizens take that lying down? Of course not.
Deep down, fans knew this behavior only hurt their idols’ reputations. But once they got worked up, they didn’t care about consequences—winning the argument was all that mattered.
Marketing accounts even dug up old photos of Zhou Yi posted by his admirers in Huaihai No.1 High School’s forum, slapping exaggerated nicknames on him for clickbait titles.
"Most Handsome College Student in History," "The Ultimate Campus Heartthrob," and similar headlines dominated the scene.
And just like that, Zhou Yi went viral.
Some fans even created a super topic for him. Of course, it was started by girls from Huai University who had a crush on him—they were the only ones who could snap candid photos of him on campus and share his daily life.
The super topic’s photo album contained many pictures Zhou Yi himself had never even seen.
The super topic quickly gained followers, and many netizens began urging Zhou Yi to open a Weibo account.
At this time, without short-video platforms, Weibo was the biggest hub for online traffic. Countless influencers had risen to fame through it.
Zhou Yi considered whether he should join Weibo to grow his fanbase. More followers would mean faster accumulation of "Heartbeat Points," and there was no real downside.
As he mulled over the Heartbeat Points, he opened his system panel to check his stats.
The numbers stunned him.
[Name: Zhou Yi]
[Level: LV21 (Gold)]
[Wealth: 90,067,000 yuan (Wealthy)]
[Appearance: 100 (Unmatched)]
[Combat: 100 (Unrivaled)]
[IQ: 200 (Genius)]
[Reputation: 60 (Minor Celebrity)]
[Attribute Points: 856,650]
Mission Progress:
[Xia Qiuzhi’s Regret Value: 60]
[Chu Han’s Regret Value: 100]
[Su Ning’s Regret Value: 60]
[Comeback Progress: 50]
[Heartbeat Points Earned: 456,433]
[Admirers: 1 (B-Tier Character: Su Man)]
[Achievement Unlocked: Against All Odds]
[Acquired Skills/Items: Photographic Memory / Basic Medical Skills / Star of Arts & Entertainment]
[Current Ranking: 40,095]
[System Store: Unlocked]
Zhou Yi was once again shocked by his balance.
90 million...
After the initial surprise, he could only marvel at the power of the internet. Just his looks alone had earned him this much goodwill. Opening a Weibo account seemed like a solid plan.
Meanwhile, Huaihai TV received calls from talent agencies asking for Zhou Yi’s contact information—they wanted to sign him and mold him into a star.
From every angle, he was a young man with immense potential, and they aimed to secure him before competitors could.
The task of reaching out to Zhou Yi ultimately fell to Wang Lan, as she was one of the reporters who had interviewed him and exchanged contact details.
Plus, since her Weibo post had started the buzz, her superiors deemed her the most suitable person for the job.
Personally, Wang Lan didn’t want to see a kind and pure-hearted young man like Zhou Yi enter the entertainment industry.
She knew exactly how toxic that world was—otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen journalism.
But for Zhou Yi, this could be an opportunity. She decided to relay the offer and let him decide for himself whether to sign with an agency.
That night, Zhou Yi received Wang Lan’s message.
Regarding the offer to join the entertainment industry, Zhou Yi replied that he had no immediate plans to do so.
He didn’t outright reject the idea—if he changed his mind later, he could always reconsider.
For now, he’d just open a Weibo account, post some photos, gain some followers, and earn Heartbeat Points. Becoming a celebrity was far more complicated, and he’d rather focus on finishing university first.
Hearing Zhou Yi's refusal, Wang Lan once again felt it was somewhat expected.
It seemed Zhou Yi wasn’t a shortsighted young man—he was rational.
After turning down Wang Lan, Zhou Yi immediately registered a Weibo account and posted his first update in the super topic.
However, he did so under the identity of "Zhou Yi’s assistant," not as himself.
The Weibo ID he chose was simply 【Zhou Yi’s Assistant】.
Some things just come off as pretentious when posted by the person themselves, whether it’s selfies or flaunting wealth.
Yet, these were necessary to attract female fans.
So, he needed a third party to do the boasting for him.
The most lethal kind of flex is the subtle one.
If he was going to flex, he might as well go all the way.

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."

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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.”