"What post-processing? You really have a way with making things up.
If you had even a little Photoshop skill, your college friends’ circle wouldn’t all be filled with your straight male style."
Duan Xian brought over a fruit platter and set it in front of ng Lang.
"What’s straight male style?" ng Lang stuffed a piece of apple into his mouth, puzzled.
"Won’s selfies have the three treasures: big eyes, pouted lips, and a forty-five-degree angle. The straight males’ photography is all about being serious, snorting, the uglier the better."
"Uh... Hey! I was a proud mber of the ’Photography Enthusiasts Association,’ at least. Was I really as bad as you say?"
Duan Xian rolled his eyes at that comnt.
"You really shouldn’t ntion your so-called enthusiasts’ club. I believed your nonsense and let you take a photo of once. And what happened? Not only was my posture stiff and the composition peculiar, but you also managed to make my six-foot fra look like it was barely five feet three.
Do you have any idea, since that day, all my male classmates set that photo as the background for their incoming calls?
I really should thank you for standardizing the asurents for !"
emm...
I thought I had skillful technique and my work was well-loved by my classmates, but was I unwittingly salvaging their dignity?
"Who makes you so envious that they’d want to put you in a sack in the middle of the night? Living in the sa era and the sa school as a single dog like you is truly a tragedy..."
Talking about their college days, both ng Lang and Duan Xian couldn’t help but show a trace of smiles.
Having been on edge for a while, ng Lang was actually enjoying this rare, relaxing mont.
So many people try their hardest just to live an ordinary life.
It’s just that their generation’s ordinary future... is precarious...
After dinner, Duan Xian’s parents went out for a walk, leaving the house to the three young people.
Seeing Mrs. Duan’s implied suggestive look before she left, ng Lang knew that the old lady hadn’t given up just yet.
At that mont, Duan Xiaoyi was curled up watching TV, while ng Lang and Duan Xian sat on the sofa chatting.
[On the morning of April 10th, the price of Bitcoin suddenly plumted, with a drop of up to 10%, causing 100,000 people to be liquidated. Financial regulatory authorities once again remind investors to be aware of related risks...]
Duan Xiaoyi idly switched through channels.
"This Virtual Coin thing seems to be quite popular lately; a lot of people around are playing with it. They told I could retire on it. Is that true?"
"If you buy it now, I don’t know about retirent, but it sure can accompany you to the end." ng Lang, munching on fruit, dropped this line.
"Uh..."
[Xinhua News Agency reports that the Snake Head, one of the twelve national treasure-level Beast Head artifacts, has finally seen daylight after 158 years and will be exhibited for the first ti at the Su City Museum soon...]
[The continued fallout from the data breach of 87 million users on ’Faceless’ prompts Bergzak to appear before Congress at Black Palace on the 10th for questioning. Here are the live images...
"Do you think you’re not monopolizing the market?"
"Yes, we’re not."
...
"I swear, he looks like he’s wearing a mask."
"Can you smile for us, just to prove you can do it?"
"Okay, stop smiling now; it’s a bit frightening."
"Are you sure you’re not a robot?"]
It’s currently seven in the evening, and after Duan Xiaoyi flips through a few channels, it’s all news.
"Tsk! This robot’s expression managent is on point." Duan Xian couldn’t help but comnt on the perfectly symtrical, eerie smile on the screen.
"Hmm! At least this robot has a lot of say..." ng Lang, however, looked at Bergzak on screen thoughtfully.
"One-third of the world uses Faceless; how can he not have a lot of influence?"
"But tell , if I hacked his Faceless account and used it to force a ’Doomsday Declaration’ announcent, how many people in the world do you think would believe it?" ng Lang stroked his chin.
"Hmm! Your idea is quite creative, with maximum trolling effect, but we don’t use Faceless here in our country."
"What if I add Tencent to it?
If you combine the social dia of these two companies, they cover nearly half of the world’s population. Announcing simultaneously, wouldn’t the impact be explosive?"
"I don’t know how others might react, but I certainly wouldn’t believe it.
Don’t believe in rumors, don’t spread rumors, stop the goose from passing on the ssage..."
"Hey, at least consider a Doomsday officially announced by the authorities. Is that so hard to do?"
"Instead of worrying about the end of the world, I think it’s better to pay attention to housing prices. Thanks to the trade conflicts, Su City’s property prices have risen again these past few days..."
ng Lang sighed helplessly.
Indeed, for ordinary people, instead of worrying about Doomsday decades from now, it’s probably more practical to care about tomorrow’s housing prices.
The content of n’s conversations is nothing more than housing prices, the stock market, macroeconomics, CPI...
Duan Xiaoyi didn’t disturb them, aimlessly pressing the remote control.
When the channel switched to a variety show, she sat up a bit straighter, finally finding a program that interested her.
"Hey! Have you really not considered going into the entertainnt industry? It’d be a waste of your good looks. If you work hard, maybe you could even be more popular than him?"
ng Lang pointed to the TV, where a heartbreakingly handso male star was given a big close-up.
Although he couldn’t na the star, this male celebrity seed to be very high in exposure lately.
"The entertainnt industry? Haven’t you heard, ’Once you’re in the circle, it’s as deep as the sea, and from then on, sincerity is but a stranger’? How complicated could the entertainnt circle be?"
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