"Brother Wang, it exploded! It exploded!"
Fang Yuan's surprised voice rang out, and he held the phone, at a loss for what to do.
"What exploded?" Wang Boming was eating and scrolling through his phone.
"No way, Kun Kun's new song is already a hit before it's even released?"
Kun Kun is one of the most popular idol singers right now, and his song "Wait" became a hit across the internet.
I heard he's releasing a new song soon; with his popularity, it's sure to be a hit.
"What Kun Kun? It's your photos that went viral. Look for yourself."
Fang Yuan handed the phone to Wang Boming.
Wang Boming took a closer look, and the more he looked, the more interesting his expression became.
He looked up at Fang Yuan, who smiled and said, "See? You're in the top three now, and you've received countless positive reviews."
He thought Wang Boming would be very happy, but the other party gave him a disdainful look instead.
"What do you mean top three? It's number one, number one!"
After saying this, Wang Boming could not hide his excitement and began to gesticulate wildly.
"What?" Fang Yuan took back his phone and was dumbfounded.
"Holy crap, it only refreshed once and it's already number one! Brother Wang, are you trying to fly to the moon?!"
Wang Boming was so overjoyed that he couldn't hear Fang Yuan's words.
After a while, Wang Boming calmed down, slapped Fang Yuan, and said, "Calm down!"
Fang Yuan was embarrassed: "Who was it that lost their composure?"
Wang Boming picked up his phone, opened the website, and laughed when he saw the notes on Liu Wei's work:
"This guy is a good friend. He knew he couldn't beat me, but he still went out of his way to campaign for me."
"Your work is amazing, Brother Wang. You fought your way out of the top 100."
“Look.”
"The second place winner was a two-time consecutive champion. You've even surpassed him. This time, the championship is in the bag."
Fang Yuan was happy for Wang Boming, as this photo was the result of their joint efforts.
"Ah, ahh..."
Suddenly, Fang Yuan screamed, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Wang Boming frowned at Fang Yuan and questioned, "What are you yelling about?"
"Brother Wang, look at the trending topics!" Fang Yuan exclaimed excitedly.
Wang Boming opened the trending topics, but before he could even look at them, he was prompted to "Expand!"
Upon unfolding the document, Wang Boming's eyes widened in astonishment: "It's trending on social media."
The twentieth trending topic on Weibo was none other than his own photo.
"We're going to be famous! We're going to be famous! Hahaha!" Fang Yuan laughed loudly.
...
"Tell me what happened!"
Yu Dahai looked displeased. He had successfully climbed to the top last night with the help of online trolls, but today he was betrayed and dropped to second place.
How could he possibly accept that?
Especially since the results are due tomorrow, he absolutely cannot allow any unexpected events to occur at this crucial moment.
"Don't hold back anymore, get as many votes as you have."
He said to his assistant.
Upon hearing this, the people in the studio immediately sprang into action like machines.
...
Xiaoming is a young man who likes to read trending topics. Today, he opened the trending topics as usual.
"Recently, the trending topics are all about Kun Kun, it's getting worse and worse."
If you look at the top ten trending topics, you won't find them interesting at all; they're all about big and small things in the entertainment industry.
As he was swiping, Xiaoming suddenly swung upwards. In that fleeting moment he had caught a glimpse of a stunning painting.
Soon, the screen froze on twentieth place.
It wasn't a painting, but a photograph.
"These days, even a photo can trend on social media, that's utter nonsense."
He said with dissatisfaction.
"Huh."
He opened the photo and glanced at it.
However, just one glance was enough to leave me stunned.
"The Embrace of Nation and Family!"
The eye-catching title caught Xiaoming's eye and instantly captivated him.
He stared intently at the screen and muttered to himself, "This photo is amazing!"
There were no fancy gestures, just the simplest embrace.
He didn't know any photography techniques, but he was immediately captivated by the photos at first glance and couldn't tear himself away.
The more I look at it, the more I like it!
The more I look at it, the more I realize how amazing the photographer is!
He clicked on the link to the competition's official website, and when he saw the rankings, his face immediately fell.
"What's going on? Such a great photo is only ranked third?"
This made him very dissatisfied, especially after seeing the other two photos, which, although impressive, were not as good as this one.
So he didn't hesitate to vote for his favorite photo and also retweeted and commented on the trending topic.
Good works should be known by more people.
...
It's no pity that Liu Wei campaigned for Wang Boming.
He checked the rankings as usual and found that his work had entered the top five.
Moreover, he has nearly two thousand votes ahead of sixth place, so barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should be in the top five tomorrow.
"The nation and the family should come first, right?"
He clicked on the rankings, expecting to see poems about the nation and the family, but to his surprise, the number one spot was "Growing Old Together."
"Where are the photos?"
Liu Wei took a closer look and, good heavens, the ranking of "Country and Family" had plummeted to third place!
"First place: 'Growing Old Together', votes."
"Second place: 'To Live', votes."
Third Place: "The Embrace of Nation and Family" (votes)
The gap has widened.
"How is this possible!"
Liu Wei was incredulous. How long had it been? The two behind him had caught up and were now so many votes ahead.
His expression shifted between light and dark, eventually settling into a deep sigh.
"What a pity."
Opening the photo again, looking at its exquisite beauty, I felt an endless sense of melancholy.
Suddenly.
Liu Wei's gaze sharpened.
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