In an extremely short time, the post had been flooded past a hundred replies. Ninety percent were the same refrain: "Rich lady, I'm hungry, feed me." Of the remaining ten percent, roughly sixty percent were spamming, "This newbie knows nothing, but is deeply shocked." The last scattered few replies were saying, "Coach, I don't know either." Yet even so, this post was hundreds of times hotter than any discussion about studying.
Clearly, the original poster had mastered the secret code of traffic.
A little while later, the post had surged past five hundred replies, and scattered discussions about the identities of the people in the photo began to appear—but no one could make heads or tails of it.
First, there was the distance, the phone camera's resolution, and the angle. The figures weren't blurry, but it was impossible for them to be all that detailed. Most crucially, it was the angle. Since the photo had been taken to capture the beauty, Zhao Cheng had merely been incidental. Li Huang'er had thus been photographed quite clearly, while Zhao Cheng had only shown one side of his face.
At that level, anyone who knew him would have had no trouble recognizing him at a glance. The problem was that Zhao Cheng had no acquaintances at school...
Ever since Zhou Yu had gone off to military academy, Zhao Cheng had become a transparent person. Just how transparent? When someone sat beside him, they could still remember his name. But once their seats were changed and they got a new desk mate, after a few weeks, that former seatmate would most likely have forgotten what he was called.
Of course, he was the same way himself.
In truth, all he had to do was pull his classmates from front, back, left, and right into