Zheng Jituo and the others felt increasingly uncomfortable as they thought about it, to the point where they even entertained the idea of ganging up on Zhang Beixing for a beating.
But after so thought, they gave up.
Because Zhang Beixing had changed!
He was no longer the weakling Zhang with no strength to truss a chicken.
Instead, he was like a one-man army, reminiscent of a reincarnated Lü Bu, the fierce Zhang!
Now, after rigorous training, he had developed a muscular build.
Faced with this situation, it wasn’t just the three of them from dormitory 203 who were no match for him—even if they called over the guys from dorm 205 across the hall and all seven of them ganged up on him, they still might not be his opponents.
"Damn!"
Jin Linyu realized this and suddenly let out a low growl like a defeated dog, feeling a sad river flowing in his heart.
At that very mont, DING DONG DING DONG— DING DING DING DING DING— Zhang Beixing’s phone, which he had left on the bed, switched off Do Not Disturb mode. A continuous stream of notification sounds imdiately began.
The frequency of the sounds even disturbed the guy next door, who ca to dorm 203, bleary-eyed, and asked in confusion, "Are you renovating or sothing? What’s with all the dinging?"
Zheng Jituo and the others didn’t speak.
They silently looked toward Zhang Beixing.
They saw Zhang Beixing frown, walk over to the bed, and pick up his phone.
As soon as he unlocked the screen, a barrage of Douyin notifications filled his view.
[Notification: User XXX has followed you.]
[Notification: User XXX likes your work.]
[Notification: User XXX comnted on your post.]
Seeing these notifications, Zhang Beixing was stunned for a mont.
He opened Douyin and saw that the ssage column, quiet just yesterday, was now topped by a huge 99 icon.
Moreover, likes, comnts, and follow alerts kept popping up at the top of his Douyin.
What the hell is this?
Zhang Beixing was completely baffled.
He held the phone, at a loss.
Then, he clicked on ’Interaction ssages’ to check the details.
And there he saw the phrase ’ca because of your reputation’ plastered all over his phone.
Huh?
「Three minutes later.」
Zhang Beixing put down his phone, finally understanding what was going on.
The reason his Douyin had blown up was due to his very first custor and regular: that little chubby kid.
Yesterday, during the workout, the chubby kid finished his routine and sat down to rest.
He saw that Zhang Beixing was still taking custors.
Amazed by Zhang Beixing’s stamina, he took out his phone, recorded Zhang Beixing’s sparring routine, made a few edits, and posted it online.
It was just for fun, as posting casual videos on Douyin was as normal as updating your Monts.
But unexpectedly, this video went viral as soon as it was uploaded.
This was actually not surprising. Just as n can’t help but glance a few more tis at black silk stockings, an alluring leg accessory like the Fengming leg ring, sexy leather pants, or even a tractor, how could girls not be attracted to a sporty guy like Zhang Beixing? He was 1.85 ters tall, physically strong, fit, and handso.
In addition, the sparring sessions that Zhang Beixing launched were also a rather novel idea.
You got looks, you got fun.
Though it wasn’t the most standard viral template, getting a little popular was still no problem.
Plus, that little chubby kid was very sensible.
Upon realizing that the video he casually posted went viral, he imdiately set up a portal in the comnt section that went straight to Zhang Beixing’s hopage.
Many people clicked through and discovered there was another video on Zhang Beixing’s hopage.
So naturally, they clicked on it and started watching.
"Wow, caught a brother who knows martial arts, eh? Just why doesn’t the brother show his face? So disappointed."
"Licking the screen, licking the screen! His martial arts moves are too cool. No wonder he had such good stamina in that video; he could exercise for so long without complaining of tiredness. Love it, love it."
"Sisters, I can’t hold back anymore! I’m diving in first!"
"Pfft, and here I thought it was sothing. It’s just so martial arts skills; I don’t see what’s there to brag about."
"Heh, exactly. And besides, this kung fu, these moves, you can tell at first glance they’re just for show. In a real fight, he wouldn’t last three seconds before kneeling. Boring!"
"Just an editing Emperor. If I had these editing skills, I’d be impressive too."
"Oh my, what’s that sll? Why do I sll vinegar all the way here in Sanya? Ah, it’s coming from the comnt section, isn’t it? Are the vinegar jars overturned because you’re so envious and jealous? If you’re jealous, then why don’t you go train instead of sourly blathering here? As if this brother’s physique wasn’t built by training."
"The way you speak, ’upstairs’... If I could train to be like that, would I be here comnting? Improving oneself is tiring, nowhere near as comfortable as slandering others."
"Bro, I’m a little confused whether you’re being serious or just playing it up!"
With more people, all sorts of strange characters erged. Many of them mocked Zhang Beixing as they had when he first posted his video, calling his skills re showmanship.
Seeing those in the comnt section who doubted his skills, calling them re fancy moves, Zhang Beixing’s originally cheerful face suddenly hardened.
He showed a Dragon King’s displeasure.
How audacious!
To say that my Yue Family Fist is just for show.
If you had said this more than a week ago, there would indeed have been nothing wrong with it.
After all, I hadn’t really fought anyone before and didn’t know how powerful the Yue Family Fist truly was.
But now, I, Zhang Beixing, have used the Yue Family Fist to take down five n by myself.
And you’re still talking about like this.
You’re all blind!
"It’s all that damn reviewer’s fault," he muttered, filled with resentnt. "If it weren’t for him holding back, would I be in this situation?"
"It’s just that now people are making reservations for sparring. If it weren’t for that, I’d have to show them what I’m made of!"
"I just don’t believe there’s no way to get this surveillance video out today!"
Only then did Zhang Beixing put on his sports attire and walk outside.
「An hour later, on Shi University’s sports field.」
After finishing the sparring session, Zhang Beixing asked Lin Siqi for a bottle of water.
Then, he sat in the stands, holding his phone, and started fiddling with it.
Seeing how earnest he was, Lin Siqi also ca over with her cart, looking curiously at Zhang Beixing’s phone screen.
She saw that Zhang Beixing’s fingers were moving as fast as lightning.
In no ti at all, he quickly typed out the title:
[Live Drama Unfolding: College Student’s Private Life Video Leaked #Dance #SoCool #HuaguoMartialArts #MartialArtsAssociation #CangzhouMaFamilySplittingFist #NotCalledZhouIfNotUnique...]
Looking at the ssy pile of tags behind it, which continued to grow, Lin Siqi was stunned.
WTF?
What is this ss?
"Lao Zhang, what are you doing?" Seeing Zhang Beixing’s absorbed expression, Lin Siqi couldn’t help but ask.
Upon hearing her question, Zhang Beixing was montarily taken aback, then looked at Lin Siqi with the gaze one reserves for an intellectually challenged child, and said, "Of course, I’m posting a video. What else?"
Lin Siqi: ?
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