??407: Chapter 407: Slaughter Version (Third Update)
407: Chapter 407: Slaughter Version (Third Update)
Ye Xuan’s smile, blooming like a flower, could be said to have captured the hearts of all the n.
From her first day at Tsinghua, she was ranked as one of the top ten beauties of the university.
Her pure and innocent face brought a profound shock to the hearts of all the n at Tsinghua.
Especially her aloofness, which kept people at a distance, stirred the emotions of the n even more intensely.
The crowd of n present felt that the wait today was completely worth it.
Who the hell had ever seen a smile like that from the goddess Ye Xuan?
No one!
At this mont, Ye Xuan’s heart was also quite shaken.
When she had heard from Zhang Xiaoyuan that it would be at least three years before Zhang Fan could co back, her feelings were very complex.
Honestly, she had also thought about going to the British Royal College to study with Zhang Xiaoyuan, because without Zhang Fan, it didn’t matter where she went.
But she stayed.
Because Zhang Fan had said he would co out in a year.
She believed him, so she stayed at Tsinghua!
Ye Xuan put down her paintbrush and slowly walked towards the admissions office.
Watching Ye Xuan’s back, a group of n followed closely behind her.
Even the person whose phone had fallen into the water followed along.
A phone can be replaced, but a smile from the goddess is priceless.
Throughout the year, countless people pursued Ye Xuan, including many multimillionaires; there were even people from outside the university who ca to Tsinghua to express their love.
However, the goddess Ye simply ignored them all.
This only made their hearts beat even faster!
But at that mont, the chat groups of the Face-Slapping Squad had completely exploded.
“Are you ready?
Have you got the number?” Yang Haochen and a few other administrators led the activities in all the groups.
“Ready to launch ing!”
Yang Haochen said, “Okay, listen to Black Brother’s command, let’s flood the Tsinghua forum to welco and freshen up Brother Fan; we have been preparing for a year.”
“Yang Haochen, is the live stream on?”
“It’s already on!” Yang Haochen turned on his computer, the screen clearly showing the Tsinghua forum!
Suddenly, the live streaming room buzzed too.
“To welco and freshen up Brother Fan!”
“Send a rocket plane!”
Watching Yang Haochen’s live stream room, the newcors were baffled.
“Damn, host, did you go crazy today?
What are you streaming?”
“Shit, aren’t we playing LOL?
Just waiting for you to advance to the ultimate king.”
“Fuck, wasn’t today supposed to be about ranking up to king?”
Yang Haochen chuckled deeply, “Sorry, not playing gas today, welcoming Brother Fan.”
“Brother Fan?
Who’s that?
Damn, host, don’t ss around, I’m still waiting for your Big Treasure Sword Garen!”
However, at this ti, people from the Face-Slapping Squad also roared, “Newbies scram, you don’t even know Brother Fan, shut up you lot!”
Yang Haochen glanced at the ti, and then said, “Countdown begins, ten, nine, eight, seven…”
“Begin!”
Suddenly, the Tsinghua forum was imdiately blasted with activity.
“Vice leader of the Face-Slapping Squad here, celebrating Brother Fan’s appearance.”
“Platoon leader of the Face-Slapping Squad here, celebrating Brother Fan’s appearance.”
“Face-Slapping Squad…”
The forum takeover was sothing Yang Haochen and his group had planned long ago; for this, the Face-Slapping Squad had been preparing for a year.
Last year when Tsinghua started, under organized and planned circumstances, a group of people from the Face-Slapping Squad registered ten thousand burner accounts on the Tsinghua forum.
For this, Black Brother specifically created a small program that visited the forum daily to accrue experience.
After a year of operation, these burner accounts had now turned into big accounts.
All these ten thousand accounts were at least level fifteen with the forum’s level cap at twenty.
They had originally planned to have ten thousand full-level accounts, but unexpectedly, Brother Fan ca back at this ti.
Seeing such a strange scene on the forum, a group of people who were playing on the forum were baffled.
“Fuck, soone’s wrecking the board, call the moderator.”
“Tag Little Little Little Di!”
“Moderator, please ban this account!”
“Moderator, activate Divine Beast and ban all these alt accounts.”
However, the next mont, a group of people was dumbfounded.
“Holy shit, level fifteen accounts?
Fuck, am I seeing this right?”
“Damn, what the hell is going on?”
Holy shit, these are level fifteen accounts, mind you, the current moderator is only level eighteen.
Holy shit, where did all these level fifteen accounts co from on the entire screen?
They had played for a year and were only about level twelve.
Imdiately, soone went to call Little Little Little Di.
“Hello, moderator, soone is ssing up the forum.”
“I’ll be right there!”
However, when Little Little Little Di arrived at the forum, he was also stunned.
Fuck, all fucking level fifteen alt accounts?
What the hell!
Fucking hell, these accounts are usually just hanging around, what happened today, did they go crazy?
“Fuck, watch
ban your IPs!”
He Yang was furious, damn it, he was a software engineering elite after all, these losers were really not taking him seriously.
However, when He Yang checked the IPs, he was instantly dumbfounded.
Holy shit, these guys are real people?
What the hell!
He Yang, skeptical, checked a few more IDs and their IPs.
However, without a doubt, they were all real people.
Moreover, quite a few IPs were not even in the Capital City.
Damn it, where did these people co from?
They aren’t from Capital City or Tsinghua, what’s all this fuss about!
Looking at the screen full of the phrases “Face-Slapping Team” and “Brother Fan,” He Yang’s eyes suddenly sparkled.
Face-Slapping Team, that sounds familiar!
He Yang pondered, then a minute later, he suddenly stood up.
“Brother, is your ‘Brother Fan’ the Zhang Fan from S City?” He Yang quickly sent a private ssage to soone.
“Yeah, do you know our Brother Fan too?”
“Fuck, know him?
I’m his senior, damn, Zhang Fan ca to Tsinghua?” He Yang asked in a hurry.
“Yeah, you just found out?”
He Yang’s eyes glead.
Shit, didn’t Li Liang and them say Zhang Fan had gone to the military?
How did he suddenly show up at Tsinghua?
A year ago, at the new student welco party, he had personally been there, yet he had never seen Zhang Fan.
Imdiately, He Yang’s fingers flew as he typed out program codes.
Five minutes later, looking at the completely transford forum hopage, the people of Tsinghua were gobsmacked!
Holy shit, ‘Welco ho, brothers of the Face-Slapping Team,’ what the hell is this?
And in that fancy schmancy purple flashy font?
‘To our junior Zhang Fan,’ what the hell is this again!
Wait, Zhang Fan?
Could it be the currently trending Zhang Fan, who got a sixty million scholarship?
Everyone knew that the moderator ‘Little Little Little Di’, He Yang, is a software engineering master, now at Tsinghua as a graduate student, supposedly working with several professor-level advisors on an intelligent program.
Five minutes to change a hopage, it’s definitely He Yang’s handiwork, and that suffix na, ‘Little Little Little Di’, isn’t that He Yang’s ID?
So, He Yang is Zhang Fan’s senior?
Damn, that’s sowhat unbelievable!
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