The entertainment and cultural circles have achieved a dream collaboration in order to ostracize a newcomer who doesn't know the rules.
" Ling Yi, people online are saying you plagiarized your novel and that poem. Why don't you explain?" Ling Qiqi said anxiously on the phone.
"It's alright, let your bullets fly a little longer. There aren't enough people jumping out yet."
Ling Yi either doesn't do anything, or he does something truly extraordinary. He's going to blaze a trail for the second system, so it has to be a major undertaking.
" Ling Yi..." Ling Qiqi was almost frantic. What was he bragging about at a time like this? Weren't there enough people jumping out already? He's been smeared by the entire internet!
"Trust me!" Ling Yi said, emphasizing each word.
"Hmph, if you lose, you'll have to call me 'sister' from now on!"
"Okay, you little brat!"
"Snort!"
After hanging up with Ling Qiqi, an unfamiliar number suddenly called.
"Hello, Ling Yi, I'm Jiang Qinglan, the editor-in-chief of Big Persimmon Chinese Web!"
"You want to ask if my novels are plagiarized, or if my poems are plagiarized?"
"I believe you. Smart people know what's going on, but the website is struggling to keep up," Jiang Qinglan said helplessly.
"Keep an eye on my Weibo, there's a surprise!" With that, he hung up the phone.
Ling Yi rubbed his head and first opened the author backend on Big Persimmon Chinese Web. Sure enough, the frequency of donations had decreased significantly.
If you cut off my Laozi of income, Laozi I'll dig up your graves.
Ling Yi opened Weibo.
Ling Yi: "Quiet Night Thoughts" The bright moonlight shines Mingyue, I wonder if it's frost on the ground. @Cao Guxin This poem is copied from me, please complete the last two lines!#
Ling Yi: "Sympathy for the Peasants" - Hoeing the fields at midday, sweat drips onto the soil. @Cao Guxin This poem is copied from my own work, please complete the last two lines!#
Ling Yi: "Spring Dawn" I sleep soundly through the spring, unaware of the dawn, everywhere I hear birds singing. @Cao Guxin This poem is copied from me, please complete the last two lines!#
Ling Yi: "Red beans grow in the Southern Kingdom, how many branches will sprout?" @Cao Guxin This poem is copied from my work, please complete the last two lines!#
Ling Yi: I'll give you, no, I'll give you #one hour. After one hour, I'll have the complete version copied!#
Ling Yi sent out fifty poems in one go. He had three hundred Tang poems in his head, so he wasn't afraid at all.
Within half an hour, all fifty of Ling Yi's unfinished poems became trending topics.
Everyone was stunned, feeling a chill run down their spines. Fifty poems, even if only half of them were recited, people could still discern some clues.
Cao Guxin was completely dumbfounded. "We're talking about rules, and you just pull out a Blue Flame Gatling gun? Is this some kind of lack of martial ethics?"
Should I grit my teeth and force myself to finish it?
They are, after all, literary figures, so they do have some appreciation skills; the latter half is bound to be the essence.
If they come up with something completely irrelevant later, it'll be an even bigger joke!
Besides, with only one hour, even if you wanted to just make up for it quickly, there wouldn't be enough time.
Ling Yi soon received another call from Jiang Qinglan.
" Ling Yi, you're amazing! Wow, you've completely shut Cao Guxin down!"
"To deal with these cultural hooligans, we have to crush them with a single blow. However, that's not enough; we need to ignite a spark. Right now, we can only shut them up, but that's useless."
Jiang Qinglan eyes and said, " Cao Guxin has a poem that's been included in elementary school textbooks. I'll send it to you."
After hanging up the phone, Ling Yi quickly received what appeared to be a poem from Cao Guxin, Jiang Qingxin with a screenshot.
The ducklings quack, the toads leap in the river, spring has come this year, and spring will come again next year!
Ling Yi picked up his phone and replied to Jiang Qinglan with two words.
Ling Yi: Not enough!
What does "not enough Jiang Qinglan" mean?
Ling Yi: At most, this could kill Cao Guxin, but it's not certain he'd die, let alone suffer serious injury.
Jiang Qinglan: So what?
Ling Yi: Help me gather evidence. I believe Cao Guxin Cao Guxin more than one poem, and he is not the only person involved.
Jiang Qinglan:... Wait!
Ling Yi: Within an hour, quick! Since you've put me on the trending topics list, don't even think about getting me off.
At the headquarters of Big Persimmon Chinese Web, Jiang Qinglan was trembling all over; she had thought of more than Ling Yi.
The Gatling gun is ready for Ling Yi, but it only has plastic bullets for now; she needs to provide Ling Yi with live ammunition.
Ling Yi's intentions are not merely to kill these people; they may very well reach the Heavenly Hearing. This is an upheaval!
This presents an opportunity for Big Persimmon Chinese Web.
Jiang Qinglan didn't dare to make a decision on her own, so she went straight to the boss Bai Lei's office.
Bai Lei is a decisive person; after a little thought, he knows what to do.
Meanwhile, Ling Yi received dozens of screenshots in less than half an hour.
However, Jiang Qinglan and the others didn't know was that Ling Yi's intentions went beyond that.
He wants more than just to overthrow those who follow his rules; he wants to establish his own.
An hour later, Ling Yi updated his Weibo, completing the fifty poems.
During this time, Cao Guxin and his group chose to play dead.
Based on past experience, as long as they play dead for a while, once the hype dies down, they'll go back to what they were doing.
Little did they know that Ling Yi would next plunge them into the Abyss.
After completing the fifty poems, Ling Yi immediately updated three Xinbo.
#Ling Yi: I copied all of this. I just copied what was in my head. Surprised? Unexpected?#
Ling Yi: I heard your poems are in textbooks? I took screenshots, everyone can judge these writers' poetic abilities. @Cao Guxin, " Spring ": Little ducks quack, toads jump in the river, spring comes this year, spring will come again next year! Click to View image!#
If no one brings this up, it won't cause any trouble, but once someone does, it will definitely cause Gale.
Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, but Ling Yi has now been forced onto the trending topics by some "rule-abiding" people, attracting attention from the entire internet.
For Cao Guxin and others, this is now a public execution, comparable to being slowly sliced to death!
Ling Yi's third Xinbo was a modern poem.
"Still water"
This is a stagnant ditch of despair, where even a gentle breeze cannot stir a ripple. You might as well throw in some scrap metal, or simply dump your leftovers... This is a stagnant ditch of despair, a place far from beauty. Let ugliness cultivate it, and see what kind of world it creates.
This poem makes one feel oppressed and uncomfortable, like a suffocating feeling stuck in one's heart, unable to rise, descend, spit out, or swallow.
This poem, like a knife, pierces the hearts of some, leaving them with only despair.
After reading this poem, Bai Lei Big Persimmon Chinese Web, Jiang Qinglan, and others involuntarily fell silent.
"What kind of despair must have driven him to write this poem?" Jiang Qinglan murmured.
"Those old bastards all deserve to die," Bai Lei said through gritted teeth, his whole body radiating murderous intent.
"Just wait and see. When Ling Yi strikes, he'll drain their very lifeblood. Cultural heritage is the bottom line of a nation; whoever touches it will die!"
Bai Lei is right. This is the official bottom line, and it absolutely cannot be crossed.
At 5 p. m., the Zhonggu Newspaper, which represents the political climate, reprinted Ling Yi's article "Dead Water".
During the 7:30 Zhongguo News, the host spent three minutes highly praising Ling Yi Ling Yi's fifty poems and directly called him a modern poetic genius!
This marks the first time in history that Zhongguo News and Zhonggu Newspaper have explicitly and directly provided background information for a single individual.
And this event has only just begun to unleash a massive tsunami.
However, Ling Yi is unaware of this yet; his phone is currently switched off, and he's recording a song at Fatty's place.
Ling Yi recorded ten songs, uploaded them directly using his Cool Cat account, and also posted links to the new songs on his Xinbo.
Then, I lay down and went to sleep.
He was too tired today.
But tonight, many people are unable to sleep because of him.
The top 50 trending topics online are all about Ling Yi.
Ling Yi Ling Yi until 11 a. m. the next day, and when he woke up, he still felt a bit of a headache.
It took me a long time to recover after lying in bed for a while.
I quickly made some persimmon and egg noodles in the kitchen, slurped down several bowls, and then downed a large glass of water. I finally felt a little better.
I opened my phone: 99+ text messages, 99+ Wanxin messages, 99+ private messages on Xinbo, 99+ missed calls...
My phone Dingdang ringing and then froze for ages before finally working again.
Before Ling Yi could even check the accumulated information, Jiang Qinglan called.
But at that moment, a series of electronic notification sounds rang in Ling Yi's mind.
"Ding! Host detected to have entered a new stage. Sign in?"
"Check-in!"
"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in and obtained Master -level Bajiquan!"
"Ding! Host detected to have entered a new stage. Sign in?"
"Check-in!"
"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in and have gained Master- level piano playing skills!"
"Ding, host detected to have entered a new stage. Would you like to check in?"
"Check-in!"
"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in and obtained the Master- level Golden Bell Shield!"
A flood of information rushed into Ling Yi's mind, and at the same time, his body was undergoing rapid changes.
Originally 1.78 meters tall, he was forced to grow to 1.82 meters.
All the muscles in his body swelled up as if inflated, and were rapidly optimizing and adjusting themselves.
The entire process lasted less than a minute, but Ling Yi had already undergone a complete transformation.
Ling Yi swayed slightly, feeling the explosive power surging through his body. Instead of a happy expression, his face was very solemn.
The system is always designed to serve its host, and every reward from the system is never given without a purpose.
The system gave him Bajiquan ) and also gave him the Golden Bell Shield.
Moreover, they are all Master level, which means he is likely to be in danger, and possibly even a fatal one.
This means that what some people call "rules" are probably dirtier and more despicable than he imagined.
Master- level Bajiquan strike will injure someone, and the injury will be severe.
Master- level Golden Bell Shield, impervious to swords and spears, unharmed by weapons, but it's unknown whether it can stop bullets.
Moreover, Ling Yi also had a guess about the stage the system was referring to.
Any place where you can showcase yourself can be considered a stage.
At this moment, Jiang Qinglan was still persistently calling Ling Yi.
" Sister Lan!"
" Ling Yi, are you alright?"
"It's nothing, I was just too tired yesterday, so I got up a little late today."
"Phew, it's alright, it's alright, then it's all over!" After saying that, Jiang Qinglan hung up the phone.
Ling Yi frowned. What did that mean? Just to make sure he was alright?