Wang Yan paid no mind to the woman's thoughts. As the old saying went, if he bloomed, butterflies would come on their own.
Besides, they had only just met. They were nowhere near that stage yet.
Right now, he just needed to bloom first. Everything else could come later.
After dinner, under everyone's watchful eyes, Wang Yan created several accounts and began rapidly making posts across various sections.
In the international section, he talked about how foreign countries were dirty, chaotic, and backward, condemning the ugly face of capitalism. Then he moved to the social sciences and philosophy sections, where he fiercely criticized current domestic trends of thought and denounced worshipping foreign things. In the military section, he declared imperialism to be nothing but paper tigers, analyzing in detail the strengths and weaknesses of various nations' armaments, their national conditions, situations, and military expenditures. In the new technology section, he harshly criticized domestic internet companies for knowing only how to copy others, with no innovation of their own.
In Beiqing University's campus section, he uploaded a photo of Xiao Qianxi and declared that she was the prettiest campus belle in Beiqing's Class of 2000, without question...
"Are you trying to start fights?" Xie Qiao asked.
"Obviously." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "How else are we supposed to get people active? We need more controversial topics like this to stir up everyone's enthusiasm for posting. They're all the cream of the crop and all think they have some depth. They're very eager to get involved in this kind of thing."
"I get everything else, but why did you post Qianxi's photo?" Xu Lin asked curiously.
"She's a campus belle. Everyone has different tastes, so won't that make it even more controversial? Even if Beiqing students don't take the bait, aren't