Su Ye still had no idea that he had become a thorn in someone else's side.
He took Liu Qianqian sightseeing around the Imperial Capital, being outrageously high-profile without the slightest restraint, until the afternoon.
Only then did Su Ye return to Imperial Capital University. He had truly enjoyed himself that day. Showing off felt absolutely fantastic.
Meanwhile, night fell.
A short, fat figure appeared in his own livestream.
The moment he opened his mouth, he started criticizing this and condemning that, followed by a whole load of rambling self-reflection.
It was nauseating to listen to.
Before long, the program team got to the point.
A planted audience member arranged by the program team immediately asked the short, fat figure, "Teacher Gao, what do you think of Su Ye?"
Teacher Gao, the short, fat figure, wore a smile as he held a fan and gave it a few waves. In an extremely pretentious tone, his fat, ugly face carried an air of lofty superiority.
He spoke like an experienced elder.
"Young people these days don't understand the slightest thing about keeping a low profile. The moment they achieve a little success, they start getting carried away. Look at those successful people abroad—which one of them behaves like he does?"
"And what has he even accomplished so far? Every day, all he does is show off himself in a high-profile manner. What else has he done? I can't help but reflect on why the Empire's young people have become like this. They're completely a lost generation."
With a pile of professional talking points and a group of brainless people who only knew how to follow the crowd, it quickly spread wildly across the internet.
After returning to his territory, Su Ye spent a comfortable day there. It felt great—absolutely great.