Already a Male God

They discussed and commented on it as if it were child's play.

Tang Junchu looked up, but in his mind he was thinking about how to say something nice to make the matter drop if the other party lost.

He had absolute confidence in Wan Qiang.

There is a fundamental difference between professionalism and brawling. Reason tells him that when a professional player gets serious, ordinary street fights are ultimately not respectable.

He believed his sister's account, but preferred to trust the experts' opinions even more.

A whistle rang in my ears.

He belatedly looked towards the arena, bracing himself for a one-sided fight.

That's what he thought, and that's pretty much what the people around him thought too.

Eyes met, cameras focused...

Everyone was eagerly anticipating the upcoming battle, imagining how the two would engage in a fierce struggle, a tug-of-war, or a one-sided affair.

They must have fought at least a few rounds.

Everyone held this thought, until...

Boom!

On the arena, a figure Gao Fei and then crashed down heavily.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

"The... it's over?" Someone muttered blankly to themselves.

The battle could be fought in an instant, or even in a mere moment.

The match began, but ended in an instant.

Everyone stared in horror at Wan Qiang, who lay motionless on the ground, and then looked up at Zhang Yang, who had barely made a move.

Wan Qiang took flight, and Wan Qiang also fell.

Throughout the entire process, no one saw Zhang Yang make a move.

Wan Qiang... got wiped out instantly?

Tang Junchu tilted his head back, staring blankly at the tall figure still standing there, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

After a long silence, an incredible burst of noise erupted.

"Holy crap, did anyone see this guy make a move?!"

"I've taken the picture, let me slow it down!"

"Slowing down, slowing down! My God, look closely, it was just one kick, just one kick, and it sent the person flying!"

Exclamations of amazement rose and fell from all directions.

At this moment, respect and admiration have nothing to do with wealth, fame, or anything else; it comes entirely from the deep-seated human genes—the instinctive worship and awe of the strong.

"Dude, are you alright?" Zhang Yang looked down at his opponent, who was still choking from the kick he had given him, and asked as he stepped forward.

Wan Qiang stared wide-eyed, waving his hands, his eyes still filled with shock and disbelief.

"Cough... cough cough, it's nothing, bro."

"It's good that you're alright." Zhang Yang leaped over the ring's railing and landed lightly, feeling the complex yet inexplicably admiring gazes directed at him, before walking straight towards Tang Junchu.

"Young Master Tang, is this considered settled, or is it still not enough?"

Tang Junchu looked at the figure so close to him, feeling the overwhelming pressure, and took a deep breath.

"That's enough, of course it's enough!"

Did he lose his mind to provoke someone like that over such a minor disagreement?

"Tang Yinan, come over here and apologize to Young Master Zhang!" He sternly looked at Tang Yinan, who was also a little dumbfounded.

"I... I'm sorry." Tang Yinan took a deep breath without the slightest hesitation.

In modern society, we neither overestimate the deterrent power of fists and kicks, nor underestimate their strength.

At least for these rich kids who at most rely on their numbers, an opponent with ridiculously high fighting prowess is enough to make them hesitate and abandon any unthinkable ideas.

After all, it was just a minor friction between them.

"Alright, that's settled then. You're welcome to patronize my shop in the future, but there's no need to cause trouble." Zhang Yang smiled and walked straight out.

He's becoming increasingly confused about his current fighting ability.

This fighter, who was said to be capable of making it into the UFC, couldn't even withstand a single move from him.

Could it be that sheer force can overcome any skill?

"Brother, wait a minute." Tang Junchu suddenly called out from behind Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang paused and turned around to look.

"Can we be friends?" Tang Junchu stepped forward. "You could say we became friends after a fight."

A strong desire to befriend him flashed in his eyes.

"Let's exchange contact information," Zhang Yang said after thinking for a moment.

There's no need for a close friendship.

Firstly, he is not yet suitable to integrate into their circle.

Secondly, there's the issue of first impressions. After all, he knew Luo Xinyu first, and now he's turned his back on her and become close friends with her family's sworn enemy. He doesn't know what others would do, but at least he, Zhang Yang, wouldn't do something like that.

Exchanging methods between the two departments now is simply a way to build goodwill and avoid conflict.

After changing his contact information and glancing at the large group of peers with eager eyes, Zhang Yang nodded, turned, and left.

It really does have a certain carefree, fleeting charm.

"Wow, he's so handsome!" Many of the young girls present exclaimed in unison, their eyes sparkling.

"Otherwise, what kind of mediocre person could Luo Xinyu possibly have taken a liking to?"

Tang Junchu hurriedly arranged for someone to help Wan Qiang, who was still collapsed on the stage, down from the platform.

All eyes were on Wan Qiang, hoping to hear something different from what he said.

"That was terrifying, absolutely terrifying. Let alone me, even those big names in the fighting world in the UFC Hall of Fame who command millions of dollars in appearance fees probably wouldn't be able to handle him," Wan Qiang said, still shaken.

"So strong!" Tang Junchu exclaimed in surprise.

"Doesn't that mean that if this brother is interested in entering the boxing world, he could theoretically earn millions of dollars in appearance fees?" someone asked incredulously.

"That makes sense in theory." Wan Qiang nodded vigorously.

In any industry, those at the top can easily acquire wealth and fame. At this moment, these rich kids who lived off their family allowances fell silent.

Who wouldn't want to befriend someone like that?

Zhang Yang himself was unaware that he had unknowingly developed such personal charisma.

"Young Master Tang, why don't you give me this brother's contact information? Having a friend like that would make you feel proud."

"Yes, we should introduce them to our younger brothers."

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As night fell, Zhang Yang drove his Cullinan alone, speeding all the way to his home in COFCO Seaview No. 1.

In the dead of night, the large apartment was brightly lit.

In the more than 300 square meters of space, Zhang Yang strolled leisurely, poured himself a drink, stood on the balcony and sipped it, taking in the river view and night scene that ordinary people would have to struggle for several lifetimes to see.

Life is short, so let's drink a big toast!

He recounted his current self.

A perfect physique, an exceptionally handsome appearance, unparalleled martial arts strength, and astonishing stamina.

Daily income of 100,000, tens of millions of readily available cash, a mansion worth over 100 million, luxury cars worth tens of millions, and watches worth millions.

"If this isn't a male god, then what is?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself as he finished his drink.

After many twists and turns, the simple young man who once tirelessly sought answers on the Little Blue Book has returned.

He has now become a true male god through and through.

Opening his old Little Blue Book and reading from the first post onwards, Zhang Yang looked at his own changes and felt a mix of emotions.

On Little Blue Book, I haven't updated much since my last post about my trip to Rong City.

Firstly, I'm busy with the store and really don't have time to look at the Little Blue Book.

Secondly, we have gradually moved away from needing to rely on asking other users for advice on Little Blue Book).

His story, told on a return visit, is still being discussed with great interest by many netizens.

I'll just give you a quick update on my recent situation.

[I opened a small shop, and everything is going well.]

He kept it brief, saying that he had opened a shop in Magic City and that everything was fine with him.

His original intention was to report on his recent situation and reassure his sisters who had been following him. Secondly, he hoped to inspire more netizens like him.

But he really didn't expect that as soon as he posted the topic, many people would comment and send him private messages.

It seems that although he has been out of the public eye for a long time, everyone has been paying attention to him and looking forward to his updates.

A single bubble can cause a thousand waves to rise from a single stone.

"It's here!"

"My virtual boyfriend has appeared! Long time no see, how are you?"

"You've opened a shop? Where's it? I want to come and support you!"

In the comments section, I don't know when it started, but one comment was liked and pinned to the top, and more and more replies followed.

[I'm planning to meet my Magic City in Shanghai, and I'll also drop by Xiao Yang's shop while I'm there to send everyone my best wishes.]

This is a comment posted by a netizen named Classmate Taozi.

It turns out she met a boyfriend, but they hadn't met in person yet, and she was planning to come to Magic City to meet him.

It was quite a coincidence; I happened to see Zhang Yang's latest topic and decided to check it out.

"Strongly support!"

"Extremely excited!"

"I'm super curious to see what Xiao Yang, and I really want to see his girlfriend too."

In an instant, countless people responded.

Just as Zhang Yang was feeling somewhat helpless, he received a private message from his Classmate Taozi.

"Xiao Yang, I'm your fan. I've been following your progress and I'm happy for you."

"Thank you," Zhang Yang replied.

"Would it be convenient for me to come visit you this time? I'll also bring many blessings from my sisters."

Since they've said that, Zhang Yang certainly couldn't refuse.

Fine, let them come.

"Welcome! I'll treat you to our Mao Roast Duck." Zhang Yang readily agreed. "When will you come?"

"I'll probably be going to Magic City tomorrow morning, hopefully arriving around noon. Can we exchange contact information?"

"Okay, my number is 182**".

After chatting for a while, Zhang Yang received a friend request on his phone.

"It's too late, I won't bother you anymore, see you tomorrow," Classmate Taozi sent a message.

"Good night," Zhang Yang replied casually.

It was past midnight, but the Bund and the Bund were still brightly lit.

Zhang Yang took a shower, walked into the huge master bedroom, and fell into a deep sleep, lulled by the sound of ship horns on the river.

The next morning, Zhang Yang got up early and chatted with the sweet girl Bei Wei as usual.

In the past few days, Bei Wei has achieved remarkable results, with a surge in potential franchisees in Magic City, and many have already entered the negotiation stage.

"Wow, how are you going to reward me?"

In the shot, Bei Wei is lying on the bed, using a cushion as a pillow, her long black hair cascading down.

"How about I give you a baby?" Zhang Yang blurted out, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to kick himself.

So what's with the fast talk? Do you just have to indulge in your verbal sparring?

"Huh?" Bei Wei was surprised and a little shy. "If you want it that much, it's not... it's not impossible."

What could Zhang Yang say? He could only politely brush off the topic to make it go away.

He had just finished chatting with Bei Wei when he received train ticket information from his Classmate Taozi.

I arrived in Magic City around 10:30.

"Do you need me to pick you up?" Zhang Yang asked politely.

"Thanks, Xiao Yang, but my date is coming to pick me up, see you then." Classmate Taozi sent a string of emojis.

It would be best if someone answered, so Zhang Yang casually sent the other party his location.

"Okay, I'll try to go over at noon. I'm suddenly really looking forward to meeting you," Classmate Taozi texted.

After finishing his pleasantries with Classmate Taozi, Zhang Yang drove his Cullinan straight to the store.

At that moment, Classmate Taozi had just boarded the high-speed train, was smiling as she looked down at her boyfriend, whom she was meeting in person, to send him a text message.

"Let's go. What are you going to wear? Let's see if I can recognize you at a glance."

While waiting for news, she had already created a group chat at the suggestion of her friends on her Little Blue Book, ready to update her daily journey of meeting her boyfriend in person in real time.

"I'm so excited! Just thinking about meeting my boyfriend soon makes me nervous," she posted in the group chat.

"Remember to livestream the whole thing! Let's see if your date goes wrong this time."

"Oh, and remember to keep an eye on Xiao Yang too, it's extremely important."

"Don't worry, I'm even more curious and excited than you guys, okay?" Classmate Taozi sent a message in the group chat.

For her, one was a boyfriend she was meeting in real life, whose future was uncertain, and the other was a virtual pet she had raised for so long.

Both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh and blood, equally important.

Bite.

A message came from my boyfriend whom I met in person.

"I'm wearing a white T-shirt and sweatpants today, what about you, baby...?"

"That's so cheesy! Just call me by my name normally. I'll keep what I'm wearing a secret until I recognize you," Classmate Taozi replied.

She put down her phone, looked out at the endless scenery, and glanced at the time. A strange sense of unease crept into her heart.

Around 10 a. m., the high-speed train will arrive in Magic City.

Classmate Taozi a deep breath and quietly sent a message in the group chat.

"We're almost there, I'm so nervous!"

"Don't be nervous. Stand back and check on your date first. If you're satisfied, then go over; if not, leave."

Yes, best of luck!

The train has arrived at the station.

Classmate Taozi, dragging her suitcase, slowly walked towards the exit with the flow of people.

She had arranged a meeting place with her boyfriend, whom she was planning to meet in person, and was waiting to meet him.

However, she is indeed prepared to listen to netizens and observe from a distance first; if it really backfires, then there's no going back.

She plans to go directly to Xiao Yang's place to check on him, both for herself and for everyone else, to satisfy their curiosity about Xiao Yang.

Classmate Taozi was walking slowly along the roadside near the exit of the station, dragging her suitcase.

Suddenly, her gaze fell upon a tall, slender figure not far away.

White T-shirt, sweatpants.

Isn't that just what her boyfriend told her about wearing?