The System Arrived Four Years Early, but the Anomaly Is Still a Juvenile Chapter 32

Cheng Shengnan ultimately didn’t call out to Shen Ge. The two walked into the office one after the other, and Old Zhao, catching sight of them, shot Shen Ge a knowing look.

Shen Ge ignored him, booted up his computer, and began finalizing the revisions for Director Chen’s proposal.

As noon approached, Cheng Shengnan appeared at her office doorway and called out, “Shen Ge, co to my office. Let’s discuss the proposal.”

Old Zhao’s smirk deepened, his expression screaming: I get it, I totally get it, but I’ll never say a word. He was clearly reveling in his role as the office’s top gossip spectator.

“…” Shen Ge was speechless.

Fine. Whatever makes you happy.

He grabbed the proposal and entered the manager’s office. Sitting down, he handed the docunts to Cheng Shengnan. “The proposal for Director Chen is done. I’ve also noted down all his potential ‘minor adjustnts,’ so whoever takes over can handle it smoothly.”

The way he phrased it—like a resignation handover—made Cheng Shengnan frown slightly. She set the proposal aside, her expression turning serious. “We’ll talk about that later. You’re trending.”

“Huh?” Shen Ge blinked. Proposals and trending topics? That’s one hell of a pivot.

Cheng Shengnan unlocked her phone, opened a short-video app, scrolled a bit, then slid it across the desk.

The video showed yesterday’s scene: Shen Ge chasing the giant rat through the market, kicking a child out of harm’s way, and trapping the anomaly in a tal cage.

“The Special asures Departnt’s efficiency is slipping,” Shen Ge mused. He wasn’t shocked that he’d gone viral—he was shocked the departnt hadn’t suppressed the incident.

Cheng Shengnan’s voice was tense. “That rat… another one of those monsters?”

“Yeah.”

Her expression twisted into sothing unreadable. “Three days, three encounters. Is the world ending, or do you just have a supernatural magnet strapped to your back?”

“Maybe… I’m the chosen one?”

“…”

After a beat of silence, Cheng Shengnan sighed. “People who know the truth understand you were saving lives, but… just read the comnts.”

Shen Ge scrolled down. The top comnt, with over 100k likes, read:

“Let’s ignore the fact that this man saved a child—but was that kick really necessary? Who knows if the kid was hurt! So violent!”

The replies were a chorus of agreent:

“Exactly! The rat wasn’t even close to biting. That kid got kicked for no reason!” “Disgusting. If you can’t rescue soone properly, don’t bother!” “Which departnt is this guy from? Market security? Pest control? Let’s report him and get justice for the boy!” “Pressure’s on Rong City police now!” “Okay but… he’s kinda hot? Sha he’s clearly abusive. Future wife-beater for sure.” “Ladies, what’s the survival guide for marrying this type?” The handful of comnts defending Shen Ge were buried under the outrage, barely scraping a few dozen likes.

The trending discussions barely touched on the rat itself. Most were nitpicking—accusing Shen Ge of child abuse, causing public panic, or even stealing from the auto shop owner.

Admittedly, Shen Ge had had other options besides kicking the kid and smashing the rat with a brick.

Option 1: Dive in front of the boy, shielding him with his own body.

Option 2: Use his “Immobility” trait to freeze the rat mid-leap, buying the kid a few seconds to escape.

But Option 1? He didn’t know the kid. And getting bitten by an anomaly could have unknown consequences—he wasn’t about to martyr himself for a stranger.

Option 2? The rat was in constant motion. No guarantee “Immobility” would work. If it failed, the kid’s head would’ve been rat chow. Then the headlines would scream: “Heartless Bystander Watches Child Die!”

So yes, his thods were rough—but they were the safest choice.

As Shen Ge scrolled, his frown deepened at the few complints buried under the hate—mostly about his looks. With a grimace, he started typing furiously.

“What are you doing?” Cheng Shengnan asked.

“What does it look like? Clapping back.” Shen Ge didn’t glance up. “If they ruin my mood, I’ll ruin theirs.”

He wasn’t one to stew in anger. Revenge was best served imdiately.

Curious, Cheng Shengnan peered over his shoulder.

Shen Ge’s strategy was ticulous:

Check the comnter’s profile. If public, tailor the roast to their posts. If private, lead with: “Ah, a secret account. We must obey the unspoken rules—agree with everything they say.” For the top-comnting “fairy auntie” (a middle-aged woman clad in floral dresses and heavy makeup), he fired off:

“Since you’re ‘ignoring facts,’ let’s talk feelings. The wind whispers, the flowers bloom—and the best match for you, dear fairy, is a bouquet of white chrysanthemums. PS: Stop stealing your daughter’s lipstick. That Barbie pink on you looks like a sausage wrapper. Even her comnts under your videos say so. Next ti your grandkids go out, stick a ‘Fragile’ sign on their backs so I know not to ‘violently’ save them. I’m not your ancestor—I won’t coddle your family.”

Post-reply, he blocked her.

Cheng Shengnan, the epito of icy composure, snorted. This man had just delivered a masterclass in trolling—then denied the target any chance to retaliate.

Diabolical.

…

Wait.

“That’s my phone.”

By the ti she realized, it was too late. Shen Ge’s APM had skyrocketed to pro-gar levels. Dozens of clapbacks and blocks flew in the blink of an eye.

“Ahhh, much better.” He set the phone down, stretched, and slumped back in his chair—only to et Cheng Shengnan’s deadpan stare.

“What?”

“You used my phone.”

“Oh, right!” Shen Ge sat up, pulling out his own device. “Forgot I had this. Ti for Round Two.”

“…”

Classic Shen Ge.