? A question mark silently ford in her mind.
It wasn’t that Lin Siqi had a problem; she thought *you*, Zhang Beixing, were the issue.
She glanced over the tags—ssier than Arican gender classifications—then at Zhang Beixing’s "what’s-the-big-deal" expression.
Lin Siqi’s mouth twitched. You call *this* posting a video?
"Lao Zhang, do you have beef with Douyin’s content moderators?" After a mont of silence, Lin Siqi looked at Zhang Beixing and said gravely.
Hearing her words, Zhang Beixing was taken aback. He looked at her with astonishnt and said, sowhat bewildered, "Sister Qi, how did you know? I have a massive feud with that Douyin moderator. Last ti, he blocked for no reason and wouldn’t let post my video. It drove mad!"
Lin Siqi’s mouth twitched again. "Is there a chance that maybe *you’re* the one who ssed with the moderator first?"
"Look at all these tags you’ve got; are you trying to fry soone’s CPU?"
"Who in their right mind posts videos like you do?"
"A surveillance video with Martial Arts and combat tags, I can understand. But Otaku dance, ani, fantasy dragon toys – what’s that all about?"
"Never mind soone else reviewing it; even if it were , seeing these tags, I wouldn’t approve it. What is this ss!"
She rattled on with her complaints.
Having said everything on her mind, Lin Siqi let out a long breath, feeling imnsely satisfied.
Zhang Beixing was left a bit dazed by her tirade and asked blankly, "So what should I do?"
"That’s easy. Just delete so of those tags, edit the video down to just the fighting parts, and then claim it’s your live combat training—problem solved," Lin Siqi suggested.
Thinking it over, she added, "Rember, don’t ntion the school, don’t try to sway public opinion, and don’t explain the backstory of the video content. That should do it."
Zhang Beixing pondered for a mont, then had a sudden realization. He lowered his head and started working on his phone.
"Xiao Lin, you’re a lifesaver."
「Half an hour later.」
Zhang Beixing had crafted a title: [Yue Family Fist Real Combat Training, Comnts Welco #MartialArts #Training].
He then imported the edited video.
Zhang Beixing clicked upload.
Then, he sat holding his phone, waiting.
Before long, a checkmark appeared on the screen.
The video also showed up in his uploads.
Zhang Beixing opened the video and instinctively liked it.
He then opened the comnts section and began to type:
"I’ve seen quite a few friends in my previous video asking about the power of my Yue Family Fist. After giving it so thought, I decided to share so surveillance footage from my real combat training a few days ago for everyone’s critique and guidance. My skills are just average, so please be forgiving!"
He rapidly typed out the ssage and pinned it to the top of the comnts.
Zhang Beixing held his phone, his mouth curling up thirty degrees into a wildly triumphant smile.
Clearly, he was intentionally being overly modest.
He had two reasons for doing this.
On one hand, Zhang Beixing wanted to use this comnt to encourage people to critique and provide suggestions, thereby giving him more ways to acquire Ability Points.
After all, his Power and Constitution attributes were about to hit eighty.
Based on his experience when all his attributes broke through seventy, once all of Zhang Beixing’s attributes surpassed eighty, the rewards from his previous suggestions would undoubtedly shrink again.
After all, his training intensity was no longer keeping pace with his physical developnt. Its usefulness would diminish, and naturally, the Ability Points rewarded would also decrease.
If he didn’t get new suggestions by then, relying on the old ones for training would be possible, but it would be highly inefficient and not worth the effort.
On the other hand, it was purely to annoy those who nitpicked for no reason.
Zhang Beixing wasn’t the type to repay grievances with kindness. If he didn’t get an opportunity, that was one thing.
But if he ever got the chance, just you watch—if he didn’t get under your skin, he’d write his na backward!
...
The innocent netizens had no idea Zhang Beixing was so calculating.
They just saw that a new video had appeared on Zhang Beixing’s hopage and clicked to watch it.
Zhang Beixing’s new work was a segnt of surveillance footage.
Judging from the background, it was probably fild in a classroom.
Zhang Beixing, the subject of their previous discussions, stood in the center.
Opposite him, five n stood, facing him and talking, though what they were saying was inaudible.
WHOOSH—
The sound of wind, added in post-production, drifted through.
A haunting xun lody began, lasting for over ten seconds.
CLANG—
The guzheng suddenly burst forth.
The mont it sounded, Zhang Beixing and the five n, as if by agreent, stopped talking and moved!
The five n grouped together and charged forward.
The BGM added in post-production also beca intense at this point.
Zhang Beixing faced the five n, not retreating but advancing.
He weaved among the five, eting force with force, his techniques fierce and cunning—the signature continuous strikes of the Yue Family Fist.
As he moved, the BGM grew even more vigorous.
Finally, before Zhang Beixing could even complete a full set of the Yue Family Fist, he had, one against five, knocked all five n to the ground.
Only then did the BGM soften, returning to the initial haunting xun lody.
The final shot was Zhang Beixing’s departing silhouette. Then, the video faded to black, and the words "Yue Family Fist" erged on the screen.
The netizens stared at these three words, stunned, unable to snap back to reality for a long ti.
Then, the comnts section absolutely exploded!
They flocked to it, venting the shock in their hearts:
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Forgive my lack of culture, but ’holy shit’ says it all!"
"Video content: 1/100. Video soundtrack: 100/100! Full marks for the music!"
"Damn it, watching this video gave goosebumps! Is the poster a film major? Such badass editing skills!"
"One against five! Brother Beixing is so fierce! Let’s see who dares call his Yue Family Fist flashy but useless now."
"If this were in real life, I’d definitely slide on my knees to you and beg you to take as your disciple. But on the internet? Sorry, too flashy!"
"Guys, stop praising him. Look at his pinned comnt; he’s being passive-aggressive with us. Don’t boost his ego and diminish our own standing!"
"But still, he fights so cool, so badass! One against five, oh my god, a young Ip Man?"
"Calling him a young Ip Man is going too far. This young lad indeed has real skills, but he also has a very obvious issue: his stance isn’t stable enough! I just slowed down the video, zood in, and observed carefully. I noticed this young brother’s footwork is a bit floaty. This floatiness isn’t the ’kidney deficiency’ type of weakness, but rather a lack of groundedness. If the young brother doesn’t address this, should he face soone later, or encounter an expert, it could easily be noticed and exploited, putting him at a disadvantage."
"Too many words from the comnter above. I’m with him. To put it bluntly, the OP has weak kidneys, right?"
"Aweso, bro! You totally get it!"
"I admit you’re strong, you could probably take on ten of . But if—if I did a sliding tackle and tripped you, I honestly don’t know how you’d fight back!"
The comnts section was bustling.
Every refresh brought seven or eight new comnts.
Most were from his existing fans; since the video hadn’t entered the wider traffic pool yet, new viewers hadn’t arrived.
Zhang Beixing scrolled through his phone, checking the comnts.
Before long, he saw the one about his unstable lower body.
After reading the reply, Zhang Beixing’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, deep in thought... It wasn’t that he thought the comnter was talking nonsense. On the contrary, after mulling it over, he realized the person was spot on. It hit the nail right on the head!
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