Chapter 18 Academic Credentials Fraud
Tang Wanbai rested her chin on her knees, her gaze fixed on the screen, joyfully immersing herself in the montage of a duet dance video.
It's only been four hours since the live stream started, and Xuandu TV already has a lot of new edits, like past lives and present lives, and heart-wrenching love stories... It's simply dazzling to his naive eyes.
It wasn't until he received An Shigou's WeChat message that Tang Wanbai snapped out of his daze. Upon seeing the large "3:00" at the top of the screen, he quickly got up, guiltily pulled his legs back into place, and obediently rolled back into bed.
An Shi Gou: [Hello?]
Tang Wanbai replied: 【Good morning.】
An Shigou replied almost instantly, clearly a member of the "beautiful" family who stays up late.
Has Fu Yanle returned?
"Did he see Yanle when she went out?"
Tang Wanbai held her phone, pondering: An Shigou's gaze towards Yan Le was like that of two cannons, and his words were like a barrage of fire. If he knew that Yan Le hadn't returned yet, it might cause more trouble.
Tang Wanbai: [I've already had two rounds of wonderful dreams!]
When An Shigou received the message, he frowned. He then checked Weibo and saw the trending topics that had been dominating the search results twenty minutes earlier. He couldn't help but say, "What kind of brain-dead team does Fu Yanle have? Why isn't he coming out to clarify?"
The assistant, who was sipping Wahaha next to me, exclaimed upon hearing this, "It's three in the morning!"
An Shigou exuded an aura of dominance, saying, "If haters can stay up until 3 a.m. to smear him, and netizens can stay up until 3 a.m. to gossip, can't his team stay up late to work?"
"Yes, the ancestors' teachings are correct." After slurping down the Wahaha bottle, the assistant slowly switched to another one. "However, it seems that Fu Yanle doesn't have a team."
An Shigou let out a harsh, cold laugh. "He's already on variety shows, and he still hasn't hired a team. Is he determined to become a solitary eagle?"
The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is. The assistant muttered to himself, pulled out his phone, went to Weibo, and browsed the trending topic that had suddenly become popular late at night.
#Fu Yanle's academic credentials fraud#
It turns out that Fu Yanle and Tang Wanbai's duet dance tonight went viral. Many people said that Fu Yanle's skill level was no worse than that of the professional Tang Wanbai, thus speculating that Fu Yanle may have graduated from the dance department of a certain college.
But after a period of searching and testimonials, no alumni from any art school came forward to claim it. This mystery only fueled the curiosity of contemporary rebellious netizens.
At this moment, related terms such as "illiterate", "never attended university", and "faking academic credentials" kept popping up in various comment sections.
Then Fu Yanle's haters seized the opportunity and skillfully used the "Thirty-Six Stratagems: Online Rumor-Making Version." After a series of mixed tactics, the topic went viral.
"Fu Yanle never said what school he graduated from, right? And you're accusing him of falsifying his academic credentials?" An Shigou's nostrils flared with anger. "How is this any different from accusing someone of having plastic surgery before they've even been born? Even the Monkey King wouldn't have such discerning eyes!"
"Ahem," the assistant kindly reminded her, "Why are you so concerned?"
An Shigou's gaze lingered on the screen for a moment, then he said righteously, "This isn't concern, it's condemnation, it's a wake-up call! Today they can talk nonsense about Fu Yanle's academic qualifications, and tomorrow they can slander the popular young actor An Shigou for getting his chubby assistant pregnant!"
"Get lost!" The assistant crushed the Wahaha bottle. "It's obvious someone is deliberately stirring things up. Don't worry about it. Fu Yanle won't suffer in silence."
*
At seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock on the bedside table screamed, and Fu Yanle, like a zombie, stood up and swam into the bathroom without any soul.
Yu Jingchen's good looks were so alluring that he secretly held a meet-and-greet with his children and grandchildren in the bathroom last night, and it took him a long time to fall asleep afterward. The worst part is that he has to record the theme song and conduct the first round of voting at nine o'clock this morning, so he must leave before eight.
Ah! Yu Jingchen's crimes are utterly unforgivable!
The housekeeper ordered breakfast and turned around after hearing the door open, only to see Fu Yanle looking utterly dejected, as if his life force had been drained. He was shocked and exclaimed, "Is this hotel haunted?"
Fu Yanle was too embarrassed to admit that he had something to hide and had been lusting after Yu Jingchen's good looks while hiding under the covers. He casually said, "My phone is haunted. I stayed up all night playing on my phone."
The butler pulled out a chair and waited for him to sit down before saying, "So, Young Master Fu, have you seen the trending topics?"
"Trending topic?" Fu Yanle hadn't actually seen it.
“It was too late yesterday, and I thought you were already asleep, so I didn’t want to disturb you,” the butler explained. “I didn’t know your plans, so I couldn’t make any decisions on my own.”
"Okay, I got it." Fu Yanle clicked into the comments section of the entry.
[Given Fu Yanle's peacock-like behavior, if he had any real academic credentials, he would have flaunted them long ago, wouldn't he?]
[Xiao Fu's dancing is so amazing, did you show it off before? If you don't need your eyes, just gouge them out and eat them, don't embarrass yourself by showing them off.]
[What respectable university graduate from a prestigious university would be willing to become a sugar daddy? Fu Yanle's abilities and character are both questionable.]
[Not a graduate of a prestigious university = incompetence? May I ask which heavenly school you graduated from? Do you dare let us mere mortals look up to you? Also, Xiao Fu doesn't have a sugar daddy, and you don't even have a biological father, get lost!]
[It's been several hours, and Fu Yanle still hasn't come out to yell at anyone. Does it really take this long to Photoshop an academic photo?]
[When we photoshop your funeral portrait, we need to be quite detailed, otherwise they won't even give you anesthesia when they pull out your tongue in hell.]
...
The two sides argued fiercely, each with their own justifications, but the fans didn't know his educational background and couldn't give a direct response.
"The more they argue, the more popular they become, and the more popular they become, the more they argue," especially for topics like "falsifying academic credentials," which are related to character, the comment section is unlikely to be quiet.
[I thought she was just a pretty face, she really impressed me last night, but then an even bigger problem popped up. I'm really done for. I'm going from hating her to being neutral to hating her forever.]
Please blacklist this and stop sharing it. Our village can't tolerate your cheap water sprinkler truck.
[We strongly demand that those who have committed such misconduct be blacklisted! If this unhealthy trend is encouraged, everyone will claim to be a graduate of a prestigious university.]
[Xiao Fu never claimed to have graduated from a prestigious university. There should be limits to self-entertainment, okay? — Get lost!]
[Showing off his wealth with a sugar daddy, and now he's even falsifying his academic credentials! What other surprises do you have up your sleeve that I don't know about? (doge)]
[The surprises Xiao Fu can give are more than the money you've earned in 90,000 years of reincarnation. (Owl emoji)]
[As expected, sugar daddies only care about looks. Fu Yanle should go back to serving her sugar daddy and keep to herself; don't embarrass yourself in public.]
Fu Yanle replied gently: [Go back to your pigsty and eat your shit, don't come out here and stink up. (Little frog leaning against a pillar, looking sad.jpg)]
He logged out of Weibo, sent a message to Lu Minghe, and then turned to the housekeeper and said, "No need to rush, let's wait until Xiao Lu finds the things first."
"Alright, let's have breakfast first." The butler placed half a bowl of hot soy milk in front of him. "Young Master Fu likes soy milk with fried dough sticks. The soy milk should be as light as possible. I added a spoonful of sugar. Please try it."
"Thank you." Fu Yanle touched the bowl. "What time is your meeting today, Brother Chen?"
"At 10 a.m., with Mr. Wang Ruizhe, the chairman of Huaying Media," the housekeeper said.
Fu Yanle raised an eyebrow. "That name sounds familiar. He's one of my dad's cronies. On my eighteenth birthday, he gave me ten thousand baby sachets. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was also an illegitimate son of the Fu family, trying to squeeze me dry and then take my place."
The housekeeper said, "Chairman Wang's private life is chaotic, but he has a keen eye for talent. Huaying Media is also a top-tier film company in China, and its data over the years has been quite impressive."
As the two chatted, Yu Jingchen emerged from the suite, his face bearing the same颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, apathy, and apathy) as Fu Yanle, though less obvious and imperceptible to most. But the butler was clearly no ordinary man; his gaze shifted from Yu Jingchen's face to Fu Yanle's, followed by a subtle smile.
Yu Jingchen sat down opposite him. Fu Yanle was soaking fried dough sticks while peeking at him out of the corner of his eye. He never expected that Yu Jingchen would catch him red-handed.
"!"
Fu Yanle suddenly stuffed the small piece of fried dough stick into his mouth.
Yu Jingchen glanced at the soy milk on his lips. "Eat slowly, don't choke."
Fu Yanle: "Oh."
Having made a bad start, Fu Yanle dared not peek anymore, obediently ate and drank his fill, and then got up to leave.
Compared to his decisive and efficient way of doing things, Yu Jingchen ate slowly and methodically. He watched Fu Yanle return to the suite and said, "Why haven't you dealt with the trending topics yet?"
The butler said, "Young Master Fu has his own arrangements and told me not to worry about it for now."
Yu Jingchen responded, "Keep an eye on Meng Xinqiu and Gu Jiming. If they try to deceive Yanle again, let me know immediately."
"Don't worry, sir." The butler lowered his voice. "From what I've observed, Young Master Fu can't even be bothered to look at Meng Xinqiu and Gu Jiming anymore. Besides, Gu Jiming already knows about the ambiguous relationship between Lin Qingtong, Su Fengyao, and Meng Xinqiu."
He took out his phone and pulled up a photo, which showed Su Fengyao with her face covered in bruises.
"Gu Jiming was the one who did it. The Su family was already on its last legs. Su Fengyao had previously gained a lot of benefits by taking advantage of Young Master Fu, but after Young Master Fu posted that message on his WeChat Moments, those shrewd people naturally understood the meaning behind it. Now he has offended Gu Jiming because of Lin Qingtong. The Gu family is a real estate tycoon, and before the Su family fell from grace, the two families had a feud."
As soon as Fu Yanle came out, he saw the two of them acting suspiciously. He quickly rushed over, rubbed his own head between their heads, and said seriously, "What are you whispering about?"
The butler quickly moved his innocent head away and took three steps back.
Yu Jingchen tilted his head slightly, meeting those bright and beautiful eyes. His breath hitched slightly, and he reached out to flick the tuft of hair on Fu Yanle's head. As he withdrew his hand, he brushed against the soft curly hair and smiled gently, "I said I was going to sell you."
"Remember to sell it for a higher price, and give me 70%." Fu Yanle subconsciously rubbed his palm against his, then stood up and said, "I'm leaving!"
Yu Jingchen felt a sudden itch in his palm, followed by an overwhelming sense of emptiness. He curled his fingertips and said, "I have a dinner party tonight, so I might be home late."
Is this a report on the itinerary? Fu Yanle was surprised, turned his head and made a gesture, "I know, don't drink too much."
After Yu Jingchen nodded, Fu Yanle followed the butler out of the suite.
When they arrived at the underground parking garage, Lu Minghe replied to the WeChat message.
Xiao Lu: [Damn, thank goodness I stayed up all night last night, otherwise I wouldn't have seen your message until tonight.]
I just climbed over the fence into the backyard; Grandpa had gone out to walk his parrot.
Wait a minute, I'll go look in the old man's study.
Fu Yanle responded with a heart emoji.
Xiao Lu: [Found a small one, I'll take a high-definition picture for you.]
Three minutes later, Tang Wanbai, who was lying in bed watching the online feud on her alternate account with a contorted expression, received a notification from a follower that a new Weibo post had been made.
Fu Yanle, incomparably beautiful: [Self-amusing, astonishing. You're out of your mind, spewing nonsense. Give me some time, and I'll slap you in the face. (Little frog tilting its head.jpg)]
The attached image below shows a high-resolution student ID card with the school emblem and a one-inch photo.
[Fu Yanle, Class of 2001, Department of French, Nandu University]
Tang Wanbai exclaimed in surprise, but before she could even like the post with her alternate account, she discovered that Fu Yanle had posted another Weibo.
The stunningly beautiful Fu Yanle: [Send me the live stream link for that guy who wanted to eat shit before.]
Author's Note:
My darlings, no update tomorrow, see you the day after tomorrow, bye!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
