On his way back, Zhang Menglong drove directly to Gusu University. The security guard, seeing such a luxurious sports car, didn't dare to stop him and simply let him through. Zhang Menglong went ahead and dropped Lu Yiyao right at her dormitory building.
"Alright, I've brought you here!" What was supposed to be a happy first meeting today turned sour because of a female broadcaster, which left Zhang Menglong in a somewhat bad mood.
"Thank you for bringing me back," Lu Yiyao stood in front of Zhang Menglong, appearing a bit reserved.
"I didn't really want to bring you back," Zhang Menglong's mouth started to wander again, "I have several villas here in Gusu and keep some cute little animals. If you're interested, you could come over to pet cats all night and maybe take a tour of my bedroom..."
"Stop, stop!" Lu Yiyao, already used to Zhang Menglong's rambling flirting, interrupted, "What are you pretending for, I know you, you're all talk."
"Hahaha, you really know me," Zhang Menglong laughed.
"When are you going back?" Lu Yiyao asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"I'll go back after I win you over!" Zhang Menglong said without hesitation.
"With all your money, people wanting to be your girlfriend could line up from here to the capital," Lu Yiyao pouted.
"That's different," Zhang Menglong's tone suddenly became serious, "When I met you, I was just a poor kid. You were willing to chat with me, sing with me, and help me through the toughest times. No one can compare to you."
Lu Yiyao's face quickly turned a shade of red, "Alright, alright, alright, stop it, I need to go up now, or Xixi will start worrying"
"Alright, then I'll head back," Zhang Menglong said, his demeanor reluctant.
"Zhang Menglong!" Just as Zhang Menglong turned to leave, Lu Yiyao suddenly called out to him. Her hands were crossed behind her back, looking a bit shy, "There's an international art exhibition in Gusu soon. I have an exam tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow, do you want to come with me?"
"Sure!" A smile appeared on Zhang Menglong's face. He had just been worrying about how to ask Lu Yiyao out again, just one day, he could wait!"
"See you the day after tomorrow then!"
"See you the day after tomorrow!"
Watching Lu Yiyao disappear into the hallway, Zhang Menglong quietly clenched his fist, then drove away.
"Silly!" From the balcony, Lu Yiyao watched the joyful Zhang Menglong leave, also showing a rare smile.
Suddenly, Lu Yiyao's phone vibrated. Seeing the number, her smile vanished instantly...
In nearly every city in Huaxia, Zhang Menglong owned at least one property, and Gusu was no exception. He dialed the number Hong Yi had given him and, following the provided address, quickly arrived at a villa area not far from Gusu University.
"Mr. Zhang, this is your residence in Gusu. Ms. Hong Yi instructed us to have it ready for you. If you need anything, you can call me anytime," the man, a middle-aged man in his forties, greeted Zhang Menglong.
"Thank you for your effort."
Zhang Menglong glanced around. The three-story villa was roughly 1500 square meters in size. The two Qing dynasty dragon-patterned vases at the entrance hinted at the villa's extravagant opulence.
Yet, Zhang Menglong had already grown accustomed to these constant surprises; after all, it was as if the whole world was his.
As usual, Zhang Menglong sat on the toilet, pulled out his phone, and began scrolling through Weibo. Tonight's conflict with Mina, a top-tier broadcaster, had likely already stirred up quite a fuss.
"Damn, what's going on?" Zhang Menglong had just opened his Weibo when the numerous message pop-ups completely crashed his phone.
In the dying moments of Zhang Menglong's phone, he saw that his Weibo followers had unexpectedly surpassed four-digit numbers, and the unit was in millions!
"Mom's spaghetti, what happened these last few days?" Zhang Menglong originally had only 12 followers, half of whom were his friends. Suddenly, he had over ten million followers. He had never blocked messages from strangers, so you can imagine the devastating impact this information bomb had on his phone.
Zhang Menglong hurriedly picked up the landline to call Hong Yi for help. With this situation, he might need to blow up a whole truck of phones to open Weibo, right?
"Hong Yi, is there any super powerful phone that even hundreds of millions of messages at once won't break?" Zhang Menglong roughly explained his situation to Hong Yi.
"Mr. Zhang, a regular phone might really not handle such large amounts of information, but you have a supercomputer at home. This amount of data is a piece of cake for the supercomputer."
"Help me block all messages from strangers. I will give you the verification code in a moment!" Zhang Menglong pulled out a spare phone from his drawer.
Soon, Hong Yi had taken care of everything for Zhang Menglong. From 7 p.m. onwards, his follower count began to skyrocket, and it was still rising at an astonishing rate.
"Good one, Wang Ling!" Zhang Menglong soon figured out the source of the problem.
Today, while Zhang Menglong was at Gusu University, someone had snapped a photo of him and posted it on Weibo. Wang Ling had stolen a photo and posted it on his own Weibo, then tagged Zhang Menglong.
Wang Ling's followers outnumbered those of top-tier celebrities. In minutes, Zhang Menglong's Weibo had blown up online, and everyone knew that the guy who had taken a helicopter over the highway, bought dozens of sports cars, and twice made Wang Ling's mental state collapse with his wealth was Zhang Menglong!
"Wow, did Mina just get canceled?" Zhang Menglong spotted a trending topic just below his on the hot search list.
The incident at Gusu University had already stirred up the netizens, and this event undoubtedly added a huge wave of popularity for Zhang Menglong. Now, Zhang Menglong was so famous he was practically glowing!
At that moment, Zhang Menglong's phone rang; it was Wang Ling calling.
"You backstabber!" Zhang Menglong answered the phone and immediately cursed, understanding that this was what Wang Ling meant by "helping" him.
"Hahaha, how does it feel to be an internet sensation?" The voice on the other end laughed mischievously. "Also, how are your phone and computer? Are your private messages overflowing?"
"Hmph! You think you can mess with me with that junk plan?" Zhang Menglong laughed. "My house has a supercomputer; even if you multiply your data load by a hundred, it won't even make my computer flinch!"
"Damn! You installed a supercomputer in your house?" It was the first time Wang Ling had heard of such a thing. How many resources did it take to get a supercomputer?
"Haha, didn't see that coming, did you? Jealous much? It's super fast for gaming!"
"I have no words! Using a supercomputer for gaming? Don't you have any ambition?"
"Mind your own business!" Zhang Menglong shot back. "Wang Ling, you're doomed today!"
"Hahaha, anyone can talk tough! If you're capable, mess with me! I've turned off my private messages!"
"Then I'll have people tag-spam you!"
Zhang Menglong immediately opened his own Weibo activity and posted a message.
"Today's giveaway, 5000 prizes, just the batch I bought at LV tonight. To enter, just tag Wang Ling and insult him within one hour—you might win. To maintain internet harmony, no foul language allowed. The most creative insult wins a big G!"