Fierce Lord Reborn! First Anniversary Special Edition

A few days ago, someone sent me a private message on Weibo, asking whether I was a second-year middle school student. I thought, I'm not Chuunibyou. I'm a handsome, mature uncle. Why would I pretend to be a middle schooler?

Only later did I learn that one of his classmates claimed to be the author of Confucian Sage. In a group chat, his online name was "Mr. X" or something like "xx Heaven." He was impersonating me, while he and his deskmate, called "xx," played off each other like a duet. Both were underage, and the latter might have been deceived, so I won't mention their names.

I had seen people claim to be great authors making several hundred thousand a year while trashing me, saying my book was no good. When I contacted one of them, he immediately apologized and said he wasn't actually a great author—his uncle was. Yet he refused to say who his uncle was.

I just laughed it off. What was the big deal?

But this was the first time I had ever seen someone impersonate me.

Honestly, if some Chuunibyou kid had an overblown sense of vanity and impersonated an author to brag a little, it was nothing. There was no need to make a mountain out of a molehill. I didn't pay much attention to it and simply said I wasn't him. Then, several days later, I still hadn't logged onto Weibo. That person asked me something else, and because I didn't reply, he said I had already made up my mind and decided I was a fake. I found it utterly baffling, so I said the person impersonating me had something wrong with his head and didn't want to keep dealing with it.

But then that person sent screenshots of those people