Yan University.

Ye Biao was wearing a pair of shorts, with a few cans of beer on the table. His eyes were shining, and his face was full of murderous intent. He asked Gu Hao, "Are you ready?"

"The software has been debugged, and I have shared this small software to the group, and they are also sharing it to other groups." Gu Hao also looked serious for a rare time.

"Alright, we have to fight hard today. Listen up, brothers below. We can't let down the reputation of our Yanjing Heroes. We have to post quickly and show them how powerful we are!"

Gu Hao said in a muffled voice, "Just wait and see. If it doesn't work, I'll just block their IDs."

Ye Biao was ashamed: "Did you really crack the backstage?"

"It was broken a long time ago." Gu Hao said.

Ye Biao was immediately delighted: "Great, that's great."

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.

At this time, Tang Xiaobao's Weibo was almost completely dominated by black fans.

These black fans all posted to celebrate.

"Celebrate with all your heart! Tang the Pervert's Weibo account has been hacked!"

"Spread the word, the massacre was a success!"

"Come on, you idiots, keep fighting!"

"Right, right, right, come on, aren't you Tang Xiaobao's die-hard fans? Come out and continue to hurt him!"

Tang Xiaobao's fans suddenly fell silent.

No one spoke.

The number of abusive posts is still increasing rapidly, and these black fans are still not quiet.

And what they said became more and more unpleasant.

11:10 pm.

A large number of loyal fans suddenly emerged under Tang Xiaobao’s Weibo.

Chibi Maruko-chan: "Fight, young men!"

In less than a minute, all the posts were replaced.

They are all praises for Tang Xiaobao.

When the haters saw this, they got anxious and wanted to fight back immediately.

But no matter how they fought back, it was completely ineffective.

Every second, the number of posts under Weibo increases by thousands or tens of thousands.

Posts from black fans almost never appear on the homepage and are simply squeezed out without a trace.

Chibi Maruko-chan has amazing appeal. With more than 100,000 fans centered around the Anti-Traitor Team, she launched a full-scale counterattack.

The battle was almost one-sided.

These black fans have no power to fight back.

In the previous attack incident, black fans also temporarily formed more than ten groups, with more than 10,000 people in the groups.

Less than five minutes into the attack, these groups began to get lively.

"It's over, damn it, they've launched a full-scale counterattack."

"Hold on, brothers, kill them."

"What the hell? I can't handle this. How many people are here? We think there are over 70,000 of us. Why can't I see the posts I posted?"

"Is there any justice left? This is going against the will of heaven. Are they still human?"

"I know, it was that Chibi Maruko-chan who brought people here to seek revenge."

"Who is Chibi Maruko-chan?"

"My roommate is a fan of that place. Chibi Maruko-chan is the captain of their anti-traitor team."

"Anti-traitor team? Do you think we are devils? No, we must take revenge. Everyone, let's go and charge again."

"It's useless. Wait a minute. We can counterattack later. I will fight them tonight."

"Oh my god, my account has been blocked."

“I can’t post mine anymore.”

"Does your account still exist? Mine says it doesn't exist anymore. I sent hundreds of messages, but they're definitely gone."

"Same, mine has the same prompt."

"Did Weibo officially intervene? This doesn't make sense!"

Just ten minutes.

One thousand accounts were directly deleted.

In the Yanda dormitory, Gu Hao's hands flew, clicking the mouse non-stop, and then operating a small program he had written.

Ye Biao on the side was completely dumbfounded, muttering, "Oh my god, I didn't know you were so awesome. This is fucking awesome."

"knock off."

Gu Hao stopped and left the backstage.

"Ah, are we done for now?" Ye Biao was stunned.

Gu Hao rubbed his face, which was tense with nervousness and excitement, and said vaguely, "Yes, it's time to call it a day. Do we need to continue?"

"I'm just asking, how many accounts did you delete just now?"

"Not many, nine hundred and ninety-nine."

"Why not make it a thousand?"

"Because this number is auspicious."

Ye Biao looked disdainful and said, "Damn it! That number, one thousand, is unlucky. Sixty-six is ​​more auspicious. Eighty-eight is also OK."

"You don't understand." Gu Hao said in an air of being mature.

"Hey, I told you you were fat and you're still panting!"

"Not convinced? Come on."

Ye Biao suddenly chuckled: "Okay, I'm impressed, but I don't think it's enough. There are tens of thousands of them. What's the point of deleting just a few? It's just a drop in the bucket."

Gu Hao said, "If they keep doing this, Weibo will officially call the police. I'm just giving them a heads-up. They know what to do. I just want to teach those who are trying to smear our boss a lesson. If they do it again, they might be exposed. Although I use a proxy to access the internet, if I really meet an expert, they can find me."

"Then don't do it. I can't send you in."

"Damn, can you say something auspicious?"

Just as Gu Hao said.

At this time, the technical department of Weibo's official website was as busy as day, and all the technical staff were extremely busy. The 24-hour customer phone line had been flooded with calls.

Their supervisor had just gone back to lie down and now rushed over again.

As soon as I walked in, the supervisor asked, "What's going on?"

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!