"Look! Ji Zhixing won ten straight matches at Radiant Mall! He took on four at once in the last round!"
With Ji Zhixing's permission, Zhou Yuan immediately became an excited monkey entrusted with the emperor's sword. His fingers flew across the screen as he eagerly opened their class group chat and uploaded the video, which was over ten minutes long.
With every notch the upload progress bar advanced, his grin widened, as though he, rather than Ji Zhixing, had been the one cutting such an imposing figure onstage.
Standing beside him, Ji Zhixing shook his head at the sight and silently thought, I'm going to be famous now.
People were social creatures, after all. Even if they claimed not to care, how many could truly rise above the world's judgment?
Even sages felt joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, let alone an ordinary man like him.
Ever since he had fused with the Three-Inch Stone Monkey Gene, the whispers behind his back had never stopped.
They called him stupid. They said he was finished.
Or they said his earlier claim about having dual gene apertures had been a lie.
Only because he knew his own circumstances, knew the gates of evolution had already opened for him, and was certain he could evolve the Three-Inch Stone Monkey Gene had those remarks failed to affect him much.
Now, watching Zhou Yuan post the video in the group, Ji Zhixing suddenly felt much of the pent-up frustration in his chest dissipate.
It really was a wonderful feeling.
"All right, I need to head home and rest. Let's talk another time." Leaving the bustle of South Mountain Street behind, Ji Zhixing said goodbye to Zhou Yuan and hailed a taxi by the roadside.
"Sure, talk to you later!" Zhou Yuan waved, then lowered his head