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"This photographer is awesome!"

"That was incredibly fast!"

"He's number one, okay?!"

"..."

After the 50-meter sprint ended, discussions continued on the sidelines.

It's said that stadium photographers have the highest requirements; they not only need to be able to take pictures, but they also need to be able to run.

Especially in sprint events like this, if you can't run fast enough, you simply won't be able to get the shots you want.

Therefore, half of the applause and gasps of amazement just now belonged to this photographer.

"I told you Chu Yang would be fine, right? It'll be quick, won't it?"

Li Qingshu and Shen Li, who were on different sides of the field, said the same thing almost at the same time, both with proud expressions.

This is the Chu Yang they know; nothing can stump him, and he can always bring surprises.

In the subsequent sprint events, the photographer participated throughout, leading by an absolute margin each time, crossing the finish line, turning back to take pictures, and capturing the most exciting moments of the athletes.

Little did they know, he was the most exciting moment on the field.

If he were also an athlete, he would have already won several gold medals.

"That's enough, brother. Let's give the contestants some face!"

"He's been running alongside the camera the whole time, but he doesn't look tired at all!"

"Is he not participating in the competition because he needs to film?"

"The track and field needs talents like this!"

"..."

However, not long after, it was discovered that the photographer had disappeared.

The audience searched everywhere but couldn't find it, so they had to give up.

Little did they know that Chu Yang realized he was stealing the spotlight and quickly hid in the stadium tunnel.

Then I called the newspaper editor and told him I was too tired to run anymore.

"Brother, your stamina, explosiveness, and endurance... are amazing! You exceeded expectations! You'll definitely get your share of the prize money this time! By the way, did I hold you back from the competition?"

The president's tone was a mixture of amazement and admiration.

"No, just give me a bigger bonus. Also, don't credit me when you post the photos and videos," Chu Yang said.

The club president was taken aback: "Then what should we write? We need a name, right?"

Chu Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Then write down my online name."

What's your online name?

"Give the lame man a good punch on his leg."

"...Can I get another one?"

"There's a flower on your baby's underwear."

"?...Let's try another one!"

"Your grandpa's underwear has Ultraman Tiga."

"...Never mind, I'll go with the first one!"

"..."

So, "beating the cripple's good leg" became Chu Yang's pen name at the newspaper, and he was known as "Leg Bro" in the group.

Actually, it wasn't that everyone was unaware of Chu Yang; it's just that there were nearly ten thousand people at the sports meet that day, including teachers and school leaders. It wasn't the internet age where information could spread instantly.

It spread by word of mouth, but only within a small circle.

Most people only know that a genius emerged at the sports meet that day, who not only led thousands of people in dancing but also became the uncrowned king by taking the spotlight as a photographer on the track.

Over the next few days, Chu Yang kept a low profile.

Aside from the special training every morning, I occasionally attend classes, but I mostly sleep during those classes.

Then he took time out of his schedule to meet with Li Qingshu, Shen Li, Zhou Yang, and Lou Chunyue.

Ever since Zhou Xianglun held a fan meeting at Fantasy Bar, the place has been packed every night, becoming a must-visit spot for his fans.

Even fans from surrounding cities came to visit, some even in groups.

By this time, fan clubs had already formed. Fans gathered together through social media tools such as chat groups, forums, and QQ because they liked a particular singer, and regularly held offline gatherings.

Fantasy Bar has become a must-go gathering place for Zhou Xianglun's fans.

In short, the bar will have no shortage of business.

Then there are the courier stations, where business is getting better every day, and soon the daily order volume will exceed a thousand pieces.

With business growing rapidly, Ji Mo, Cao Bin, and Jiang Chao were extremely busy.

They are already planning to hire two more people to help.

The milk tea shop's business is getting better and better. Now the whole school recognizes "milk tea flavor". They only drink the first cup of milk tea in autumn. Of course, the second cup may be Hong Kong-style milk tea or bubble milk tea.

Li Qingshu hired three more girls to help her, so they could work around the clock, and she finally had time to date and study.

Milk tea shops now earn a considerable income, with daily turnover exceeding two thousand yuan.

Everyone was busy, but Chu Yang felt quite free.

He doesn't need to worry about company matters; he only needs to make arrangements and coordinate the work.

Then keep an eye on the progress of Alibaba, Tencent, NetEase, and Huawei, and wait for the dividends.

He would occasionally check the stock market when he had a spare moment, and as he had predicted, the stock was showing a promising upward trend.

It's almost the end of the month.

It's been two months since school started.

That evening, Chu Yang, who was accompanying Li Qingshu to the library, received a call from Ding Lei, who excitedly told him that Fantasy Westward Journey would launch its open beta that night.

As the second online game launched after "A Chinese Odyssey", NetEase has invested a lot of effort and Ding Lei has also borne the hopes and pressures of investors. If it fails, it will collapse in one fell swoop.

"President Chu, you have excellent judgment. Please give me some reassurance, otherwise I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight," Ding Lei said nervously.

Chu Yang stood by the window, the night breeze blowing on his face, already feeling a little cool.

He said slowly but firmly, "It will definitely be a hit, and I'm waiting to get my share of the profits."

Ding Lei laughed heartily and hung up the phone, completely satisfied.

Chu Yang returned to his desk and looked at the young lady who was studying.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze fixed on the book, her expression focused and serene.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently from time to time, as if starlight were falling.

At this moment, Chu Yang couldn't get enough of looking at her.

Sensing his gaze, the young lady raised her eyes and glanced at the book beside him.

Techniques for shooting artistic portraits of women.

Then he whispered, "Why are you staring at me instead of reading?"

Chu Yang propped his elbow on his hand and smiled, "You're more interesting than the book."

The young lady blushed, looked around, and then lightly spat out, "The library is a place for studying. Stop looking at me and focus on your book."

"I've finished reading it." Chu Yang pointed to the book beside him.

The young lady exclaimed in surprise, "You finished watching it in just twenty minutes?"

"Don't believe me? Then test me." Chu Yang pushed the book in front of her, then pointed to his head: "It's all imprinted in my head. You can flip through it and ask me anything."

The young lady was skeptical, so she casually turned to a page, about to ask a question.

At that moment, a female voice rang out: "Hello, is this Chu Yang? Are you available now?"

Chu Yang didn't even look up: "It's inconvenient, because there's no rush."

"???"