"The internet is swarming with so-called saints!"
"Each one of them just loves to stand on the moral high ground and criticize others."
"And there are those who haven't even cut their ponytails, clinging to outdated practices in the 21st century."
"This Cheng Zhu, so young and not studying properly, I'll just find a few marketing accounts and some trolls, and I'll definitely ruin him!"
In everyone's eyes, the revelation of Youu Tea's boss's new identity and the unraveling of his online personas ensured that tonight was bound to be trending like crazy. But, it could very well be a Seven Injuries Fist, potentially hurting oneself as well.
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An unsettled night passed just like that.
The last day of April was a bit too noisy for Cheng Zhu.
He had endless WeChat messages and unceasing phone calls.
Among these, there were people he outright ignored, not even bothering to respond.
Like the dormitory head of room 309, Dong Dong.
