Overnight, all the posts steering public opinion online were swept away.
It was as though even people's souls had been washed clean and purified.
But correspondingly, interest in the topic also died down.
Still... that really was how things worked.
When someone genuinely liked and supported you to some extent, most would not go out of their way to make a post or leave a comment praising you.
But if someone hated you, they would most likely come and hurl a few insults at you.
So, much of the time, criticism outnumbered praise.
And now, with those manipulating the discussion withdrawing, netizens who had yet to understand the situation were left somewhat bewildered.
Had the National Freshman Competition... fizzled out?
Early morning.
Xu Yuanqing dragged his heavy body back to the hotel and slumped onto the sofa, utterly dejected, staring blankly at the Demon Crystal embedded in the ceiling.
"Yu Sheng..."
"I'm bankrupt again..."
At last, Xu Yuanqing seemed to find an outlet. He turned his gaze toward Yu Sheng, nearly bursting into tears.
Yu Sheng looked at Xu Yuanqing in some confusion, quietly waiting for him to continue.
Sure enough...
"Do you fucking know?"
"Just how great my plan was!"
"But I never expected developing a mobile app to cost so much. Demon-Suppressing Pass is full of restless energy particles, so there's no signal at all. It needs a dedicated signal tower."
"Of course, there are signal towers, but they're military resources. There's no way they'd set up a dedicated connection for me."
"So to get food delivery working there, I actually need to build another signal tower."
"Do you know how expensive that thing is?"
"And the fucking problem is-sorry for swearing."
Xu Yuanqing paused. "The problem is, I only found out about the signal tower after I'd