Chapter 34 - Adoration Fever (1/2)
“Beep! You’ve triggered the achievement task [Adoration Fever].”
“Task requires you to manually hit the ‘like’ button one million times.”
“Upon completion, you will receive title [Adoration Fever] (Validation +5)”
The task was divided into three phases.
Task phase 1: Requires 10,000 manual ‘likes’; Reward: Achievement score +10, validation +1.
Task phase 2: Requires 100,000 manual ‘likes’; Reward: Achievement score +100, validation +1.
Task phase 3: Requires 1,000,000 manual ‘likes’; Reward: Achievement score +1000, validation +1.
There was no equipment listed below it.
Meng Fan read the relevant details of the new trigger task, not knowing what to say at the moment.
This was triggered for real!
What kind of a being is Wu Tong?
Speaking to her could trigger a task, even giving a thumbs up on her WeChat moments could trigger one. When he ‘liked’ other people’s statuses he wouldn’t… Thinking carefully about it, Meng Fan was stunned.
Had he not ‘liked’ any posts after he’d been reborn?
It seemed like it!
After his rebirth, he’d instantly triggered the [A Good Person] task that leads him on a confession fever, following that he’d triggered the running and drawing, as well as streaming tasks. These days have been too full of events, giving him much less time to browse WeiBo than before. Even if he did have time to browse, he’d always been in a hurry, so he had no time to give his friends’ statuses ‘likes’ as he had before.
But in any case, Meng Fan had added Wu Tong to his list of noble persons to his close friends’ contact list, making her more accessible and easier to talk to.
As for this [Adoration Fever] task, Meng Fan had already seen enough strange things from the [A Good Person] task and [Wealth Distribution Cherub]. At most, he’d just complain about it for a while, then get back on track.
Validation.
Although he’s been very lowkey since he was a child, Meng Fan was not lacking in this attribute. Before the age of ten, he’d been tossed around by his seven sisters, so that wherever he went, there were at least two next to him, making it difficult not to draw attention. After he turned ten, the sights and stares that accompanied his lumpy capacity also made him stand out, so even now, Meng Fan and his heavyset figure were hard to ignore no matter where he went.
Meng Fan didn’t want to be famous, so he didn’t have much desire for this attribute. However, he did long for the points that came with it.
You could get a thousand or so points from just tapping a few likes. This was going to be much easier than previous tasks. Even if the amount is higher, it was only a slight effort away.
Meng Fan opened up his WeChat moments again and began spamming likes.
Seeing the numbers soar in his ‘mind’, Meng Fan was in a great mood.
The entire way to the studio, Meng Fan deduced that one person’s statuses can be liked an infinite number of times, but he also confirmed that it was ineffective to like again after unliking… Okay, this was a useless attempt, even if it was effective, unliking then liking posts over and over again would not improve efficiency.
Nearly four hundred friends should be nearly enough, right?
It’s time to release the spam account holders from his blocked list!
His left hand scrolled, his right hand tapped like. This process was almost too efficient.
He arrived at the studio and saw it wasn’t opened yet. He had arrived early, simply sitting off to the side and continued giving ‘likes’.
One hundred.
Two hundred.
Three hundred.
Four hundred.
When he was at his four hundred and twentieth like—the studio administrator arrived.
“You’re here already?”
After seeing Meng Fan, the studio administrator’s face broke into a smile, gesturing to the breakfast in her hand. “Did you eat breakfast?”
“I did?”
“Did you really? Breakfast is important for young people like you, almost as important as having to trash talk Er Qing every day!”
Still smiling, she opened the door. Upon seeing Meng Fan handily opened the window to let some air in, she became even more pleased with him, pouring a cup of water and handing it to him.
“Thank you!”
Meng Fan went to his old spot and sat down, taking out his drawing paper and other tools. Once they were properly arranged, he still wasn’t in the mood to draw, so he continued to browse his phone and give out ‘likes’.
“In the hundreds now… Only f**king five hundred!”
After his emotions resided, Meng Fan realized the task was not as simple as it seemed.
He had calculated that even if his hand speed was above average, counting the scroll time, he could give about two likes every second, and even that was tiring.
Giving a like in simple terms takes only a second of a second to do, however, you can’t click more than once in a second. You have to find it, you have to scroll, and then hover over the symbol in the lower right corner of the image with a “heart” or some other figure before you can click it.
Supposedly, the process of ‘liking’ was only a momentary task, but the previous procedures that lead up to it could not be done in the blink of an eye.
Even with his added hand speed, it was hard to click more than two in one second.
If that was so, averaging 80 clicks in a minute could be considered good.