Chapter 39 - Internet Famous (1/2)

“What’s wrong?” Zhang Zhou Wei saw Meng Fan’s ghostly expression and reined in his excitement. His brow creased as he asked, “Did Mr. Ma did not let you get by?”

Meng Fan shook his head and flopped onto his bed. “Mr. Ma’s issue is resolved. Speak, what’s wrong on your end now?”

“Nothing went wrong with him? Then why is your face so sour?” Zhang Zhou Wei sighed in relief, then became excited again. “This is a good thing!”

As he spoke, Zhang Zhou Wei took out his phone and handed it to Meng Fan, clicking open the screen and let out a laugh that sounded like a croak.”The dumbass in this video is you, isn’t it?!”

“Like, like, like…”

Isn’t this a video of Meng Fan’s ‘”thumbs up” dance performance on the city wall at Song Cheng? It was edited to include a horrifying accelerated rendition of the ‘Gong Xi Fa Cai’ song.

“Who are you trying to kill?!” Zhang Zhou Wei cackled. “You said you were gonna take a walk and look for inspiration, is this your f**king inspiration? It’s too amazing!”

“It’s got almost 1 million likes! Fatty, you’ve become an internet-famous fatty!” Xing Ta Ge added to the clamor on the side. “You don’t say, you look pretty good when you’re shaking like that! Look at these comments, a chain of them saying you’re cute and your dance is fresh, and one netizen even said they were blinded by your eyes!”

Chen Dan Qiang who had also returned from his day said with a serious expression. “Chic, you’re real chic! We both came from the same 9-year educational system, yet you are so much chicer than us!”

Meng Fan snatched Zhang Zhou Wei’s phone, turning on the sound. It was probably filmed by one of the tourists there, then uploaded it with music to the APP.

980,000 likes!

After seeing the like button to the right, Meng Fan felt very conflicted.

These likes had nothing to do with him!

His hours spent in Song Chen spamming ‘thumbs up’s’ paled in comparison to a video someone had filmed.

Okay, there was still a difference. One was a click, the other was a collective.

But even then… Meng Fan suddenly perked up. This many likes meant even more people had seen the video. They definitely saw his array of thumbs, so how could there be no ‘experience’ to gain?

Unless his form of ‘liking’ had to be done in person for it to count as ‘experience’?

When recorded on video, was it useless to the people across the screen on the internet?

If the internet likes counted, and real-life ‘likes’ counted, then could the two be combined?

Meng Fan didn’t know if his guess is right, but he was certain it was useless to give ‘likes’ through a video. As for his live broadcast, he had to confirm tonight.

Stupid bullsh*t system with its bullsh*t settings!

Are people this bored now? Filming a random passerby, and the video got so many likes, too!

Are the times changing too fast, or was he just getting left behind?

“Meng boss, you’re back?”

“Meng Boss is that really you? Haha, you’re great!”

“Dear internet Famous Mr. Meng, please take us away!”

Several classmates had poked their heads in the dormitory with fresh smiles on their faces.

They said all sorts of things, but none of them asked Meng Fan to perform the dance again. At least they had some dignity.

Of course, most of it was kind-hearted laughter, some to make trouble, but none were making fun of him.

Meng Fan was fat, but at least he wasn’t greasy. Even though nobody accepted his confession—after all, they had to consider the possibility of being crushed by someone of Meng Fan’s weight category—many people, both boys, and girls were happy to be friends with him. At least his popularity was passable.

“Go, go, go go go.” Zhang Zhou Wei began to hustle people out. “My fatty just found out he is famous now, he needs time to process, if you want autographs you’ll have to wait. Wait until my fatty accepts the reality, then his manager yours truly will arrange a meeting for you, handshakes, autographs, hugs and anything of that sort.”

If the validation attribute hadn’t been so poisoned, Meng Fan was ready to stick his thumbs in the faces of the guys who had come in to see the fuss.