Chapter 22 Song Rushuang: Superbly Showing Off...
Fangzhou's student forum also has a group creation function in its private chat, which makes it convenient for students who do not want to reveal their identities to continue communicating anonymously.
Su Huaijin added the classmate who wrote the official account to the group chat. As soon as she joined the group, she changed her ID to: Little Freckles.
—Yes, she really likes her freckles and thinks they're cute.
Then, the two began the daunting preliminary hearing.
After a whole night of hard work, they identified a few suitable candidates and handed them over to Fu Qing.
Fu Qing opened the list sent by Su Huaijin and finally settled on two more candidates. One was good at editing and could turn popular science into short videos and post them on Douyin, Kuaishou, and Youku to expand the reach and give parents who had read the text version another way to "verify" the information, making them more likely to believe in the authenticity of the popular science.
Another girl, who was originally an art student studying broadcasting and hosting and has a very good voice, said: "If necessary, I can wear a suit, put on heavy makeup and a wig, and you can Photoshop a news background on me, and the credibility will increase dramatically, right?"
After she finished speaking, she even delivered a perfectly enunciated "Good evening, everyone" on the spot.
Hearing this, Su Huaijin gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "This one's great! You're the one!"
Fu Qing increasingly felt that he was going further and further down the path of fabricating crimes...
She comforted herself: This is absolutely not instigating minors to commit crimes, nor is it an offline den for online rumor-mongers; this is spreading the truth.
After being approved by the principal, Fang Zhou's rumor-mongering group (crossed out), propaganda group, was officially established.
Unfortunately, the requirement that "those with platform operation experience and online influence are given priority" that Fuqing added to the review criteria has never been met by anyone who meets the criteria.
Fu Qing was not disappointed. The current setup was complementary enough, with each member having their own strengths. With the help of ordinary students' promotion and sharing, the influence could be expanded to the parents' generation and even other elders in the family group.
Little by little, great things are achieved; grains of sand can be piled up to form a tower.
Even if these efforts are not recognized by the system in the end, and no reward is given to the teaching points, it can still be considered a good deed if it enables more people to indirectly prepare for the coming of the apocalypse.
Fu Qing is very open-minded.
...
After the four-person team was formed, they went all out and quickly produced one article after another.
Little Freckles' official account gained several thousand followers in just a few days. Almost every classmate of Fangzhou contributed one follower, while the vast majority of the remaining followers came from local students who secretly followed the account using their parents' or elderly relatives' phones when they went home for the weekend.
The casual sharing by students from other places has also brought this new account, "@TeacherFangHasSomethingToSay," into the view of some elders.
When their elders ask who Teacher Fang is, these students' eyes dart around, and they usually end up answering, "He's a very powerful and authoritative blogger, you should just follow him."
More than half of the content disseminated by the @TeacherFangHasSomethingToSay comes from discussions and summaries by students on the forum, while the publicity team often only plays the role of converting them into articles and videos.
Who is Teacher Fang? They are all Teacher Fang.
After finding that the parents accepted the content well, everyone was convinced that the method was feasible and became even more enthusiastic.
Therefore, a strange scene has appeared in Fangzhou these past few days.
Fangzhou's students were seen using various trendy celebrities, anime characters, and abstract emojis as profile pictures, and seriously sharing them on their WeChat Moments.
"It's never too late to start exercising at sixty! A 99-year-old becomes the oldest marathon participant, saying in an interview that consistent long-distance running can prolong life."
Stop believing the rumors about physical examinations! A leading national medical figure angrily denounces online rumor-mongers!
Economic turmoil? Country A intervenes again? Prices of these items are about to rise; stock up now!
An octogenarian man maintains a regular fitness routine, and people often ask him if he's a 30-year-old programmer. Here's what he says about his secrets to staying young.
"The most effective self-defense techniques: Just ten minutes a day, and you'll be able to take on eight robbers when you're old!"
...
Weekend, dormitory 1111.
Song Rushuang started packing early in the morning. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she is going to have dinner with her family.
Of the three, only she was from the local area. The other two couldn't go back to their families for the holidays. Zhang Han put her feet up on the desk and looked up enviously at her while busy playing on her phone: "That's great. I miss home too."
Shen Qingqing, who was reading a book while wearing glasses, looked up when she heard this, but didn't reply. Instead, she pointed at Zhang Han's feet with the end of her pen.
After spending a few weeks together, their relationship grew stronger, and their true natures gradually came to the fore. Song Rushuang discovered that Shen Qingqing, despite her seemingly shy demeanor, was actually a strong-willed and opinionated person.
Zhang Han obediently put her feet down, her fingers still tapping away on the screen.
Watching the interaction between the two, Song Rushuang couldn't help but smile and say, "I'll bring you mooncakes when I come back."
After saying that, he looked at Zhang Han and said, "What are you doing? I've never seen you so focused on studying."
“Here.” Zhang Han generously showed her the screen.
That was her WeChat Moments homepage, showing a post she had just made.
"A great article to share! Share it with someone you care about!"
Below is a forwarded and shared article. Song Rushuang: "..."
Zhang Han said, "The second oldest in the next dorm and Qingqing have already liked and commented. Could you also help me with the data? I need to take a screenshot to show my dad. He thinks articles with more likes are more authentic."
Are these two related?
Song Rushuang looked down in confusion and sure enough saw two comments.
1112 the second oldest: "[Thumbs up][Thumbs up][Thumbs up]"
Qingqing (1111's top sister): "[Rose][Hug][Sun]"
Song Rushuang looked at Shen Qingqing, who was reading a book with a normal expression, with a complicated expression. She felt that these beautiful female college students had been assimilated by some unknown middle-aged virus before they were infected by the zombies.
Holding her phone, Zhang Han asked thoughtfully, "Do you think I should change my name to 'Shang Shan Ruo Shui' (meaning 'the highest virtue is like water')? It seems more convincing that way."
Song Rushuang secretly glanced down again and noticed that Zhang Han's former classmate had replied to the two comments praising the peaceful and serene life:
"What? You're talking like my second master right now?"
"Don't do this, I'm scared..."
Song Rushuang withdrew her gaze, lost in thought.
She felt she should take some time to post something on the train later, suggesting that in addition to targeting middle-aged and elderly people, she should also design another scam... no, a promotional method, for her younger friends.
I have a feeling that the nature of their school is getting stranger and stranger...
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When Song Rushuang left the school, her originally light steps became somewhat heavy.
She remembered the message her mother had sent her earlier: today's gathering was with her cousin Song Xiang's family.
I have a feeling this meal won't be very peaceful.
Thinking about her parents' recent behavior, Song Rushuang sighed, rubbed her cheeks, and boarded the bus to the city.
...
An hour later, she was sitting in a private room at a high-end restaurant, receiving food enthusiastically served to her by her parents, her expression stiff.
“If it weren’t for Xiaoshuang, her mother and I would have been in danger. I always said that this name is auspicious; she’ll definitely amount to something in the future.” Song Jianguo chuckled as he poured yogurt for his daughter.
Sitting at the other end of the round table were my cousin Song Xiang and his family of three. Song Rushuang's father, Song Jianguo, and Song Xiang's father, Song Aiguo, were brothers.
Song Rushuang sometimes felt that her father must have inherited their family's naming style to give her such a name.
Ru Shuang expressed his best wishes for his beloved daughter to be "worth two people."
How simple and unadorned.
Song's mother, Xu Mingyu, and her husband chimed in, "Going to university really makes a difference; they've grown up and are much more vigilant now."
Song Rushuang almost buried her face in her bone plate while listening to her parents' awkward boasting.
Ever since her parents returned from R country, they've told this story to all their relatives and friends, always adding, "Thanks to our Xiaoshuang..."
It was just a simple reminder, was it really worth all this? So embarrassing!
Despite saying that, Song Rushuang was still a little scared.
If it weren't for the principal's reminder those few days, which made her think about the apocalypse, she wouldn't have been so vigilant, although it seems like she was overthinking things now...
Xu Mingyu was so full of praise that she picked up the water on the table and took a few sips.
Song Xiang's mother, Xu Feng, seized the opportunity to speak: "Xiao Shuang, how is your school? I didn't have a chance to go in and see it last time. The facilities should be pretty good, right?"
Song Rushuang thought to herself: "He's asking a question he already knows the answer to."
Last time, Song Xiang made a big deal out of the issue of "Fangzhou School Gate being too small," and it's surprising that three weeks later, they still haven't let it go.
Back then, Song Rushuang had also had doubts in her heart, but she is no longer the same person she was three weeks ago.
Does it really matter if the campus is big? Do they have realistic zombies, holographic projections, and teaching buildings whose exterior walls you can climb?
Is there? Is there? Is there?
Song Rushuang chuckled inwardly, but outwardly nodded reservedly: "It's alright. The campus is newly built, and all the facilities are new. Many places incorporate the latest technology, such as the cafeteria's cooking and serving of food and the supermarket's checkout, which are all fully automated. The dormitories are four-person rooms, each with its own bathroom and air conditioning. You can cook and boil water yourself."
She was low-key... and then went on and on about how much she had to boast.
Halfway through the conversation, Song Rushuang suddenly realized that Fangzhou's conditions were actually quite good.
Even setting aside its unique characteristics and educational goals, if we simply compare its hard criteria with those of other schools, it would easily surpass many others.
Although the school is small, there are few people, so there are rarely any queues to go anywhere. A single watch is all she needs to navigate the campus; there's no need to download various apps. Furthermore, the dormitory conditions far surpass those of her friends' schools.
For example, the free fruit and soup in the cafeteria are of very high quality, and the robot-cooked dishes eliminate hygiene issues, ensuring the ingredients are fresh and delicious...
Such advantages are too numerous to mention.
In the past few weeks, Song Rushuang had never encountered any unpleasant things while adapting to campus life, so much so that she was only now realizing: Fang Zhou was actually quite impressive!
Song Rushuang has been too busy lately, and it was only now that she remembered that her high school group chat had been flooded with messages. Everyone was complaining about the school's facilities and how difficult it was to adapt to boarding school life, saying that the conditions were far inferior to those at home... But she had completely overlooked this point.
Fang Zhou did everything perfectly so that the students could focus all their energy on improving themselves and preparing for the apocalypse.
Song Rushuang's feelings suddenly became a bit complicated.
But what she said was not what Song Xiang's family wanted to hear.
Upon hearing this, Xu Feng was clearly a little disappointed and exchanged a glance with Song Aiguo: "Is it really that good?" she muttered.
When they saw Song Xiang off at the start of the semester, they escorted him all the way to his dorm. Song Xiang lived in a six-person room, which was connected to the next six-person room. Twelve people shared one toilet, and the facilities were all very old. There were also some strange stains on the wall next to the bed, which Xu Feng disgustedly wiped for a long time.
Song Aiguo was responsible for carrying his son's luggage. There was so much luggage that he ran up and down several times, sweating profusely. The fan in the dormitory was not working well; it creaked and groaned for a long time, making a lot of noise, but there was hardly any airflow.
Hearing Song Rushuang say that their dormitory had air conditioning, he was not much happier than Xu Feng.
Song Xiang had always been inferior to his older cousin in everything since childhood, but now that there was one thing that gave him a sense of superiority, he was naturally unwilling to give it up easily.
He glanced at his cousin suspiciously, then changed the subject: "By the way, cousin, how's your military training? I'm exhausted."
After a pause, Song Xiang said casually, "However, the content of our military training is quite interesting. The school has specially introduced several sets of laser target shooting equipment to simulate live-fire shooting, which is exactly the same as real guns!"
As he spoke, he showed the group photos of himself practicing.
Judging from the shape of the gun in his hand, it does look very real.
Song Aiguo suddenly perked up, his tone full of pride: "Xiao Xiang and his classmates' military training was even featured in the Huazhou Daily."
"Wow, that's amazing. Let me see." Song Jianguo also became interested and took the phone to look through the photos.
Laser target shooting simulates live-fire shooting, which is indeed something to brag about, but Song Rushuang is now Niu Hulu Rushuang, and her perspective has changed!
Upon comparing the two in her mind, Song Rushuang almost couldn't help but laugh.
Although Fangzhou doesn't have military training, they do have a mock drill on the first day of school.
What does "hardcore" mean? What does "simulating reality" mean? Directly creating a holographic exercise covering the entire school, allowing people to experience a real apocalypse and zombie hordes without anyone noticing, isn't that much more powerful than shooting laser targets?
Well, although I was cursing quite fiercely back then, but...
It smells so good.
Unfortunately, I can't talk about the exercise; of course, even if I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to say it.
Song Rushuang reluctantly replied, "It is quite impressive."
Just as I had guessed before coming, a perfectly good family reunion dinner was ruined by these power struggles and infighting.
Song Rushuang quickly lost interest, her eyelids drooping as she picked up the rice grains from the bottom of her bowl, even wondering if she should secretly turn on her watch and browse the forum for a while.
Anyway, the projection blocks outsiders, so they can't see it.
As she was thinking about it, she heard Song Xiang boasting that the school had given everyone mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Hey, that's really good." Song Jianguo was never one to understand the unspoken meaning behind words, and upon hearing this, he went to ask Song Rushuang, "Xiaoshuang, have you distributed the items yet?"
Song Rushuang had always been exasperated by her father's slowness, but this time, her eyes lit up: Dad, that's a good question!
She flexed her wrist, casually revealing the expensive-looking digital watch on her wrist: "I think the cafeteria will have extra food for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I went home and didn't get to eat it... But our school benefits are pretty good. Everyone got a watch when school started, and my roommate said it's better than her latest Fruit brand watch."
The benefits are alright.
I received a watch.
Better than the new fruit brand one.
Song Xiang immediately wore an expression as if he had swallowed a fly.
Song Rushuang chuckled, then suddenly realized that this kind of dinner party was actually quite interesting.
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