Chapter 918: Chapter 502: Pain Literature Should Be Like This_2 Chapter 918: Chapter 502: Pain Literature Should Be Like This_2 “You’re top 100, after all,” Xien Waidao said as he built his tanks.
“What does being top 100 an? Even top 100 can die, you know. I’ve seen plenty of UP mains whose videos used to get over five million views at their peak, but as ti goes on, the views get fewer and fewer, eventually dropping to just a hundred thousand. If we don’t chase the trending topics, we’d be dead by now. So don’t bla for deliberately playing the sympathy card, others have tried it too, almost no one would watch if we didn’t.”
“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way,” Black Tech mused thoughtfully.
“True, but I’m getting pretty tired of having to invent new ways to play the sympathy card every day. After this, let’s just continue playing in ‘Please Co In, Guest.’ By the way, how were those diapers from last ti?”
“Bulletproof diapers are indeed excellent,” Xien Waidao nodded in agreent. “They effectively prevent assassination attempts on babies, ensuring each child can sleep peacefully in their cradle.”
After playing a round of the hundred-tank battle, Wang sighed with regret as he looked at the number of people in his live stream.
Most had left, after all, not many people enjoyed watching a strear boast in an internet café, especially when the boasting isn’t very attractive.
Just as he was about to shut down his computer and log out, Xien Waidao looked at Wang and said, “Don’t you want to know how I made you happy?”
“How did you do it?”
“I set up a story for myself where my father is the richest man, so the ga automatically generates related content. Through Black Tech’s calculations, we can manipulate so minor variables to achieve our goal here, and my dad beca the CEO of your dad’s conglorate, which naturally allowed to sway your dad.”
“…You can do that!”
“And you’re right, everyone’s seen enough of those ‘troubled childhood’ stories by now. Let’s just go for it and make those other strears happy, too, shall we?”
“That doesn’t sound so good,” Wang hesitated, “I have no quarrel with them from the past, how could I be so an to them?”
“How is it being an to give them a joyful childhood? That’s a very good thing, isn’t it? And don’t tell your experience as a UP main was all smooth sailing, there had to be a few particularly annoying ones.”
Xien Waidao’s words brought back so mories for Wang.
When he was still a small UP main, he often had surges of creative ideas.
But a well-known UP main for so reason targeted him, stole his video content every ti he released one, and even pretended to have released it first on foreign websites due to the ti difference, causing Wang endless trouble.
Complaints to the platform were useless, and when he sent a legal notice, the other party airily brushed it off as “creative coincidence,” and carried on as before.
It wasn’t until Wang beca popular that the other strear stopped, but Wang had never heard an apology.
Thinking back, Wang’s face darkened, and he nodded sullenly: “Right, it still makes angry when I think about it, why should I have been the one to suffer? Just because I was a nobody at that ti?”
“That’s how reality is. So, I ask you, do you want to take your revenge?”
“I dream of it!”
“Then let’s go and bring him happiness together. Repay evil with good, what we are doing is so good, so moral.”
Hearing Xien Waidao’s logic while micro-managing a hundred tanks, Fang Cheng looked up and saw the sincerity in Xien Waidao’s eyes.
Hmm…
He genuinely believed he was being moral.
Lucky for him he played Fang Cheng’s ga—if Xien Waidao had fallen into the Demon Lord’s hands, Fang Cheng had no idea what kind of supre Demon Lord would have erged.
Gas, indeed, produce boundless rit.
After playing around with Black Tech for half the day and obliterating his tank squad for the seventh ti, he saw that Wang and Xien Waidao had already started looking at the map.
“Based on what I know about that guy, his hotown is here, so we can take a plane there. But the plane tickets…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy them,” Xien Waidao imdiately said. “We can also use so connections to transfer our school records there.”
“Great idea!” Wang’s eyes lit up. “Once we’re there, we’ll be nice to him in every way possible, make him happy, make his live stream less and less popular day by day!”
“Don’t put it so maliciously, we are just giving him a happy childhood.”
“Well said! Xien Waidao, well said!”
“I knew you’d like it! Hehehe!”
Looking at the two of them, Fang Cheng realized for the first ti that one’s motive for doing good deeds could also be so wicked.
He once again marveled that gas were truly boundless in rit. Xien Waidao, if he had lived in the past, would definitely have been the first one Fang Cheng dragged out for an execution.
Worthy of being his nesis, even the era of his birth was helping him.
And Xien Waidao moved quickly. Once he had confird his next target, he contacted his tycoon father, and then swiftly processed the transfer paperwork and flew to his destination.
This process would normally be very troubleso, but with his tycoon father’s superpowers at play, none of it was an issue.
Moreover, to let players focus as much as possible on the gaplay of Childhood, Fang Cheng did not flesh out these dirty deals. As long as the conditions were t, they could be automatically triggered.
Therefore, the four of them were gaming all night, playing “Command and Conquer,” then the next day, yawning, they arrived at the destination primary school, and made their self-introductions under the astonished gaze of the strear Old Fox.
“Fang Cheng EX.”
“Black Tech.”
“Xien Waidao.”
“Wang Say Gas.”
The strange nas did not surprise the other students, while a teacher nearby looked at Xien Waidao obsequiously and said, “Young Master, you…”
“You’re fired, get lost.”
“What?”
Xien Waidao snorted coldly, looking at the class teacher and said, “Bullying the weak, brownnosing the strong, accepting bribes, bullying classmates—you’ve done enough for to tell you to roll three tis over! Get lost before I have soone break your three legs!”
After sending the class teacher away with a pale face, Xien Waidao slapped the podium and said to everyone, “We’re here to do just three things: fairness, fairness, and more goddamn fairness!”
“That’s right!” Wang Say Gas imdiately chid in, “With The Fair and Just Magistrate here, E Cheng will be at peace! From now on, I guarantee there will be no bullying, no displeasure. Every one of us will have books to read, every one of us will have food to eat. Isn’t that right, Old Fox?”
The nad Old Fox glared at Wang Say Gas, almost grinding sparks out of his teeth.
As a forr top strear, Old Fox also saw the business opportunity here and decisively jumped in.
His team ticulously planned a script in which he was the bona fide protagonist of a youth drama, living a life worse than death every day.
He silently devoted everything to the students here, the teachers, his childhood sweetheart, but his sacrifices went unnoticed.
It wasn’t until after his amnesia from a car accident that everyone rembered his kindness and began to perform acts of contrition.
With so added twists like car accidents, unintended pregnancies, and becoming a happy father, a surefire youth drama was born.
To make the play even more compelling, his team mbers blended in, setting almost all the NPCs’ personalities to make the play even more appealing.
Now, the script had reached a misunderstood segnt, and this particular plot was especially tear-jerking. Many people looked forward to following the drama daily, just to see how miserable Old Fox could get.
They knew it was fake, but Old Fox acted well, and they enjoyed watching it. That was enough for them.
But now, seeing Wang Say Gas here, Old Fox felt a sense of foreboding.
How did these guys get here?
And, Wang Say Gas, what are you doing here?
Rembering their past grievances, Old Fox squinted his eyes, looking at Wang like a cunning fox.
He snorted coldly in his mind: Bring it on.
Let my painful youth drama beco even more tear-jerking!
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