Chapter 47: The Vast Horizon Is My Love
Regardless of the expectations others held, Fang Xinghe remained completely unperturbed, keeping to his own steady rhythm.
After the new article was published in the newspaper, the buzz skyrocketed, yet the mastermind behind it had chosen to enter a voluntary period of dormancy.
A person must always know when they have done enough regarding a specific matter, and then immediately awaken, refusing to be carried away by sheer momentum.
In President Fang's view, this was not the time to continuously consume his own image just to appease the media. All that was left to do was quietly wait for the fire to catch and the wind to rise, letting those eager for excitement entertain themselves.
What exactly was rhythm?
Every era possessed its own distinct characteristics, utterly unique to itself.
In the era of short videos and self-media, public relations or inciting discourse required speed and ferocity, a concentrated burst of explosive output.
In the information wars of that later era, victories and defeats could sometimes be decided in as little as eight hours.
Yet in this era—the year 1999—the correct rhythm was a cadence of alternating tension and release: three light touches followed by one deep thrust, allowing emotions ample time to ferment, while also leaving sufficient room for the aftertaste to linger.
To conform to the spirit of the times—that was the true rhythm.
Therefore, not only was Fang Xinghe in no rush himself, but he also refused to let the outside world drag him along by the nose.
He stopped stirring up trouble and instead holed up obediently at home to revise his massive novel, utterly lost in the pure joy of writing.
He rejected all forms of entertainment and turned away the numerous reporters who came knocking on his door.
Whoever you claim to be, don't bother flaunting your titles in front of me—Master Fang is not taking visitors lately!
Steely-willed, handsome, and wild.
Yet viewed from another perspective, his behavior was utterly akin to that of a scumbag: he first stirred the entire public opinion sphere into a frenzy of shrieks and shouts, and then, right at the peak of the excitement, the son of a bitch pulled out cleanly, patted his backside, and walked away...
How was this behavior any different from that of a beast?
God knows how many reporters and media outlets were gritting their teeth in sheer hatred of him.
You blew up half the public opinion landscape and then retreated into seclusion to live like a hermit—what are we supposed to do?!
Damn it!
...
Although in seclusion, it was impossible for Fang Xinghe to truly remain cooped up at home without moving a muscle.
He had isolated himself from the media, not from the world.
On the third night after "Value-Added" was published in the paper, the hermit Fang stole half a day of leisure from his busy life, quietly slipping out to go online for a bit and observe the public sentiment.
"Damn it, this is so hard."
Stealthily skulking through the night wind like a shady character, Fang Xinghe couldn't help but vent: "Life without mobile internet or AI tools is truly grueling. For such a trivial matter, I have to hoof it all the way to an internet café just to be gawked at like a monkey..."
Bad omens are always the quickest to manifest.
Upon stepping into the computer room, Fang Xinghe was indeed immediately surrounded and stared at like a peculiar primate. The familiar, chuunibyou style exclamations rang in his ears once more—the wording had changed, but the flavor remained as pungent as ever.
"Holy shit! Young Master Fang!"
"Wow! He's even more handsome in person than in his photos..."
"I actually get to see the legendary figure of our Nongan with my own eyes! Heh, heh-heh-heh, wah-ha-ha-ha-ha..."
"Being the top dog at everything he does, he's so damn cool!"
"I wonder if Boss Fang is still looking for someone to run errands?"
"As if your turn would ever come! The campus belle of No. 2 High School tried to throw herself at him and couldn't even find an opening."
"Really? How do you know?"
"Damn it, I was the one who personally sneaked in and slipped the very first love letter into Young Master Fang's desk, how could I not know?"
Damn, that was a massive amount of information to process.
And once again, it was that familiar, toe-curling sense of embarrassment, rivaled by none.
With a cold expression, Young Master Fang took a seat in the corner, plugged in his headphones, and clicked on the local music player, pretending that everything outside did not exist so he could browse the internet in peace.
...
The internet of the present day was finally no longer a barren wasteland.
While BBS boards were on the decline, Tianya and Mop were quietly rising to prominence. The generation 1.5 netizens of Huaxia gathered across various channels, spending their days either arguing or boasting, making it even livelier than the comment sections of Douyin, Kuaishou, or Xiaohongshu in later generations.
As for Your Truly, Fang Ge, he was the center of attention on Tianya.
In the Arts and Letters and Bookworms' Teahouse sections, he and his attached "Big Brother" moniker jointly occupied half the territory, generating a level of heat second only to Jin Yong.
In the era of print media, the grassroots foundation of Jin Yong's martial arts novels was on an entirely different, unassailable tier.
Eighty percent of literate men had read Jin Yong's novels, and eighty percent of illiterate men had watched Jin Yong's martial arts television dramas, which made Fang Xinghe—who had read none of them—stand out like a sore thumb.
He was entirely unfamiliar with Jin Yong's martial arts and could only gauge that obsession through the lavish praise of others.
The most active spammer among them was a fanatical fan using the ID "Feng Qingyang," who spouted wild arrogance whenever he mentioned Fang Xinghe:
"Comparing him to Yang Guo violates all logic. You can't just praise someone randomly simply because they have a pretty face. In my view, at best he's a Duan Zhengchun—his literary talent and martial arts are an absolute mess, and he gets by entirely on his affinity with women.
Of course, I'm not saying this out of jealousy. I support him being a bit romantic, siring a few more children, and passing down his genes.
However, expecting him to revitalize the literary world is utterly laughable. He couldn't revitalize a fart!"
Very well!
Fang Xinghe was so angry he laughed, feeling that no nonsense could possibly be more insulting than this.
I was born looking attractive and handsome since childhood—is that my fault?
Did you know that good looks are the only thing I acquired without effort, whereas all the rest—my talent, my capability, my martial arts—were painstakingly earned through my own hard work?
To actually curse me into relying solely on my face to be kept by a wealthy sugar mommy—was this Feng Qingyang accustomed to being ugly in real life?
Well, speaking of the capacity for talking nonsense, the two of you are truly cut from the same cloth...
Feng Qingyang's criticism represented a typical voice, though its overall influence was mediocre.
Because, although Jin Yong was the popular mainstream of the current era, he did not sit at the absolute pinnacle of the disdain chain.
Traditional literature enthusiasts looked down on everyone equally, and within this hierarchy, international literature naturally ranked above domestic works.
Someone reading Tolstoy was inherently considered more superior than someone reading Ba Jin or Cao Yu, and anyone who had read José Saramago ruled over all—despite lacking mainstream fame, who could argue with a 1998 Nobel Prize winner in Literature?
Beneath the orthodox literature came martial arts fiction as the strongest contender, with youth literature sitting firmly at the bottom.
In truth, there was no genuine youth literature to speak of at this time, nor was there internet literature, leaving everyone with no choice but to jointly look down upon both Fang Xinghe and Han Han.
The only difference was that Han Han received much harsher verbal abuse, while Fang Xinghe commanded a modest following.
That's right, when the big brother had just been held back a grade, his situation was deeply pathetic. Aside from individuals with ulterior motives and a handful of young boys, the entire world looked down on him.
It wasn't until the explosive emergence and bestseller status of *Triple Door* that he finally earned the qualification to speak up.
Presently, this big brother was being propelled to a level of popularity even higher than in his past life during the same period, though heaven knows whether he actually appreciated it...
Han Han: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Damn it!
In reality, Fang Xinghe bore an even greater and more ferocious barrage of attacks; no matter how stellar his academic performance was, it could not offset the perceived audacity and recklessness of his "wild statements."
Yet, even those high-and-mighty traditional literature enthusiasts had to pinch their noses and concede, "Fang Xinghe is still worth anticipating; let's wait and see."
"Do I need your anticipation? Nonsense."
Fang Xinghe chuckled softly, shook his head, and closed the literature section.
Given the prevailing ethos there, it would never become his stronghold, so whether they praised or cursed him, it was best simply to ignore them.
An elitist little circle incapable of generating starlight value was not worth caring about.
On the contrary, in the emotion and general discussion sections, his popularity was surprisingly and overwhelmingly positive.
Top trending post: *A Serious Discussion: Can Fang Xinghe Represent the Highest Talent a Youth of Our Nation Can Possess?*
Reading the title with his own eyes, Fang Xinghe had only one thought—the first generation of Chinese netizens were truly unhinged.
Engaging in the absurd seemed to be an innate skill possessed by the people of Huaxia.
The original poster summarized it thusly:
First, in terms of appearance, the absolute pinnacle of the elite.
Second, compared to his peers, the spirituality of his writing and the abundance of his literary talent are blindingly obvious.
First-year students fighting third-year students without suffering any disadvantage.
Fourth, a strong sense of fashion with an astonishing intuition for beauty.
Fifth, exceptionally high intelligence; concentrating on studies for just half a year allows him to rank first. Even though it's only the high school entrance examination and doesn't test raw intellect too severely, it at least proves he is remarkably smart.
Sixth, an extremely high drive for action, decisive and resolute.
Seventh, formidable leadership skills as well—that study group consisting of "Left Green Dragon and Right White Tiger" is rumored to be exceptionally united.
Eighth, he possesses the sensitivity of a literatus without their weakness; somewhat reminiscent of Prime Minister Cao Cao, one look reveals the aura of an overlord.
In summary, my personal feeling is that Fang Xinghe is not a prodigy in the conventional sense like Wei Yongkang; he is far more exaggerated than a prodigy. Looking across past and present, one cannot find any single template to match him—his comprehensiveness is truly shocking.
Everyone, what are your thoughts?
"I'm laughing as I read this."
The corners of Fang Xinghe's lips curled upward. He loved nothing more than watching others flatter him; it both contributed starlight value and soothed his mood. Layering those dual pleasures together felt even better than a threesome.
Beneath the post, the netizens' enthusiasm for discussion was soaring, naturally dividing into three major camps.
The data and information he wanted to gather were all present.
The first major camp consisted of brainless, fanatical hype and extreme adulation.
Frankly speaking, the level of enthusiasm broke all conventional bounds.
"Hard to disagree; all eight points checked."
"Points one, two, five, six, and eight are fine, but do you call dyeing red hair, wearing ear studs, and sporting a Japanese-style school uniform a sense of fashion? Why is your sense of fashion so cheap?"
"Nowadays, Fang-style spiky hair is all over the streets, driving such a massive trend—how is that not fashionable?"
"Boss Fang's aura is super awesome."
"Just looking at the hairstyle, there really is a refreshing fashion sense to it, much easier on the eyes than long-haired slackers."
"Holy shit, that Zhongshan suit paired with red hair and ear studs was the absolute limit—he looked so handsome my blood was boiling, I went and got the exact same look the very same day, and then got my ass beaten eight times in three days..."
"I'm from Yancheng, there really are a lot of matching looks out there!"
"Same in the Imperial Capital."
"Mountain City +1."
"Among the current trend rankings for youth, number one is *Young and Dangerous*, number two is HOT, and number three is pretty much Fang Xinghe. He's probably the only mainland figure on the list."
"Little Swallow didn't make the list? Bullshit!"
"That's not the same thing. We're talking about pop culture right now; Little Swallow, Leonardo, Jordan, and the Backstreet Boys are indeed more popular, but the primary role models for teenagers are Fang Xinghe and his peers."
"If you're referring strictly to imitation behavior, then yes, it has spread very fiercely in junior and senior high schools."
"Boss Fang is only ranked third?"
"HOT has dance and music; you just buy a disc and watch it. What does your little Fang have? Just those few photos, smaller than 1/3 of anyone else's poster."
"Looking at it this way, Boss Fang is truly a beast to fight them to a tie, simply absurd."
"Mainly because Fang's quotes are too popular; my classmates' new catchphrase is 'Don't panic yet.'"
"Shut up, say another word and I'll scatter your ashes~~~"
"Hahaha, the group of morons in our class talk like that every day!"
"My 11-year-old nephew yelled at his mother the day before yesterday: 'I want to bathe in your blood and transform back into a wolf, eat meat in huge bites, and feed you shit!'"
"Pfft!"
"And then? And then?"
"He's still hanging from the roof beams right now..."
"Hahahaha!"
Good grief, were the netizens of this era already this talented?
Leaving aside the generation-transcending meme creators, the things they were chatting about were completely unknown to Fang Xinghe.
The most inconvenient aspect of the print media era was not dissemination, but feedback.
Truly, wanting to understand the real situation beyond one's immediate line of sight was utterly difficult.
Although the internet, Tianya, and Mop now existed, the overly low penetration rate meant the statistical samples lacked authority, making it hard to grasp comprehensive information promptly and correctly.
Therefore, the chatter among netizens could be trusted, but not taken entirely at face value, because netizens were primarily concentrated in cities, covering far too narrow a scope.
As the chieftain of the internet water army, Fang Xinghe placed far more importance on data and data analysis than his contemporaries, but alas, even a clever housewife could not cook a meal without rice.
After pondering for a moment, he decided to register an account and chat with the netizens himself.
When it came to choosing a username, he casually typed in: *Fang Xinghe Himself*.
[Sorry, your username conflicts with an existing user and cannot be registered]
*The Real Fang Xinghe, sorry...*
*Fang Xinghe in the Flesh, sorry...*
*Fang Xinghe is my Dad, sorry...*
Very well, people actually dared to casually use a name with this much weight—were they really not afraid of failing to carry it?!
With no other choice, Fang Xinghe appended numbers to the end of his ID, trying repeatedly until [Fang Xinghe Himself 185] finally succeeded.
At that moment, he truly and tangibly experienced the extent of his own popularity.
No description could compare to the reality of this information: letting people frantically register social media accounts using his own name—wasn't that the ultimate form of recognition?
Happily returning to the original post, he resumed eavesdropping... continuing to monitor their conversation.
"As spokespersons for the New Concept, Han Han seems a bit far behind?"
"What did you expect? Chen Jiayong wrote a single composition and got into Peking University, Han Han's *Peeping into the Cup* shocked the world, but Fang Xinghe's fan base is the two of them combined and multiplied by ten. The very word 'fan' was coined specifically for Fang Xinghe by his supporters; it didn't exist before."
"Comparing fan bases is just bullying him; Boss Fang wins hands down based solely on that face."
"Actually, I hated him at first, but lately I suddenly realized he's genuinely cool."
"Same, after watching his latest interview, I suddenly started worshiping him."
"Are you insane, worshiping a punk who fights and collects protection money? You might as well keep worshiping Chen Haonan."
"To the person above, I'm a southerner. The middle schools over here are managed very strictly and almost never fight, but those bad students still find plenty of ways to bully you. If you've never been bullied, you'll never understand. I envy Fang Xinghe so much, but I really don't dare fight back. How I wish there was a big brother like him..."
"A punk? You're comparing garbage like Chen Haonan to my Boss Fang? Ridiculous!"
"Exactly, do you even know what an opinion leader is?"
"Tch, a solitary-ruler type of leader?"
"Right now, Boss Fang is being matched against Kangta, Xiao Tong, Nicholas Tse... Chen Haonan is out!"
"That's going a bit too far. Among girls, it's K-pop fans, Fang fans, and Tong fans arguing amongst themselves; among boys, it's *Young and Dangerous*, Fang fans, and Fang haters battling it out, making everywhere chaotic."
"Indeed, just look at the forums and you'll see; the ones constantly flaming each other are always those exact same factions."
"But Boss Fang hasn't lost recently, awesome~~~"
"Hahahaha! Boss Fang gets cursed at in the newspapers every day, and Fang fans were worried sick, but right now anyone who bumps into them is in for a world of hurt."
Indeed, Fang Xinghe himself had discovered that as the volume of his fan base swelled to its current magnitude, it had genuinely begun radiating influence outward.
While President Fang was still in his power-蓄力 (accumulation) phase, his fan base had already started flogging the entire entertainment industry.
The primary targets of conflict, ordered by fan base size, were roughly Richie Jen, Li Yapeng, Lu Yi, Ekin Cheng, Nicholas Tse, Kangta, and various other South Korean idols. The Four Heavenly Kings were the only ones they hadn't dared to provoke just yet.
Good grief, he wouldn't have known if he hadn't counted, but counting gave him a shock—almost every male celebrity with even a sliver of idol attributes was on the verge of being beaten up by his fans...
Frankly speaking, Fang Xinghe had to take half the blame for the chaos in the film and television sector—his fans were being collectively besieged by every other fandom; what an unprecedented Huaxia treatment!
Yet this phenomenon itself was hardly surprising, because fans were invariably more sensitive than idols and could sense crises far sooner.
The sudden rise of Fang Xinghe essentially encroached upon the fundamental territory of all idols.
The current idol market was simply too small; its core demographic consisted of teenage girls aged 12 to 22. When you factored out rural townships and villages, the most valuable urban teenage girl fans were never enough to go around.
A single HOT fan club claimed to have 8 million fans, and when you added everyone else into the mix?
Of course, those numbers were heavily inflated. The young people listening to their music were likely well over 8 million, but the true number of fair-weather fans had to be heavily discounted.
Actually, fair-weather fans and core-tier supporters were fine; they could simultaneously like Fang Xinghe and anyone else since they weren't in the same racing lane, which didn't hinder their ability to sit on the fence.
However, once you reached the level of tier-three diehards and tier-four toxic solo stans, exclusivity became the name of the game.
There could only be one idol; all others were demons.
Toxic solo stans lived up to their name—toxic toward everyone else, devoted only to their idol.
Once another celebrity's fans reached that level, no matter how handsome or talented Fang Xinghe was, it would be useless; he would simply have to wait for his opponents to make mistakes, which was far too passive.
Therefore, this was a life-or-death struggle for resources, and Fang Xinghe stood as an enemy to the entire world.
Yet he wasn't afraid in the slightest; instead, he was brimming with excitement and raring to go.
"Keep jumping around as much as you like for now. Once I've finished absorbing all the fan growth, I'll take all of you on!"
Fang Xinghe's toothed, cold smile truly lived up to that description of an overlord: eagle-eyed and wolf-gazing, combining fierce brutality with a bandit's swagger, as if ready to pounce and tear someone apart at any second.
So, why was Han Han the only "big brother"?
Because he was weak.
At his absolute peak, he couldn't even attract a handful of teenage girls, let alone now; there was simply no conflict between them...
...
"Huh? Why are there so many people shouting 'Boss Fang'? Are they all elementary school students?"
"Laughing my ass off, I'm a junior in college, and I call him Boss Fang out of respect."
"Unspoken rule of this board: call Fang Xinghe 'Boss Fang', call Han Han 'Little Han', and anyone who calls him 'Little Fang' is tacitly assumed to be an extremely sour hater. You must be new here, buddy?"
"Ah? Who made that rule, are you sick?"
"Friendly reminder: a certain moderator is a die-hard female Fang fan, so watch your language~~~"
"Received! I deeply admire Boss Fang; OP is awesome, moderator is awesome!"
"Don't listen to them fooling you; calling him Boss Fang is spontaneous. Those articles genuinely boost your morale, and his interviews are exceptionally thoughtful. There are quite a few board members who genuinely respect him."
"Correct."
"On a serious note, I have many younger siblings who all like Fang Xinghe nowadays. This guy's writing is genuinely cool, and the arrogance deep in his bones is too mesmerizing."
"Mesmerizing sums it up well; even as a guy, I feel he has immense charm."
"That line 'Whoever you claim to be' genuinely gave me a full-body jolt and raised goosebumps. How can a little brat be that wild? How can he be wild with such style!"
"Not as good as 'I am the solitary ruler.'"
"There are 100 reasons to like him, and only one reason to dislike him: jealousy."
"My reason is *The Town Test-Takers*."
"Same, it hit right where I live. No one understands the bitter process of walking out of the mountains and getting into Jiaotong University better than I do."
"My reason is *I Fought with Destiny*, it's drop-dead cool."
"Then I'm the earliest one—that award-winning piece *Knowing Yet Defying* completely stunned me. Sometimes you really have to acknowledge the existence of geniuses. Damn it, what a beast!"
"Couldn't agree more! *Knowing Yet Defying* spread through our school like wildfire! So many people copied it word for word! By the way, I'm in high school!"
"Holy shit! We copied it too!"
"When I first read *Knowing Yet Defying*, I only conceded that he was awesome while secretly disliking him intensely. There was a girl in our class who was completely infatuated with him, and it drove me crazy. But I'm not crazy anymore; right now I am utterly, damnably despairing! How is anyone supposed to compete with that?"
"Hahahaha wuwuwuwu! My crush likes him too! Damn it!"
"Wow, you middle schoolers are wilder than the last..."
"I only just looked up and read *Knowing Yet Defying* yesterday, and the part that hit me deepest was: 'The ruthless beatings you missed out on in your youth, society will make up for you later; it should be quite good for character-building.' How vicious is this guy? Yet his insight into society is so penetrating, he's truly formidable. Everything was smooth sailing before I started working, but now I'm getting beaten up by reality to the point I want to die."
"Don't panic, the universe is yet undecided, you and I are both Prince Charmings!"
"Wait, do you guys seriously not understand the gold content of *The Town Test-Takers*? Its standard is higher by at least two tiers!"
"Shut up, noob, *Value-Added* is number one."
"Don't mention *Value-Added*; that was the most painful one to read. I deeply regret not knowing better back then."
"I really envy you guys, having so many things to read every day. As kids from small towns, we barely have any opportunity to comprehensively understand Fang Xinghe, and I haven't even seen *Value-Added*."
"Which township are you from? I'm in a township too, and our class uses his three works as model essays for analysis."
"Is there any point? Can you actually learn anything from it? Just joining the excitement, it's just a passing gust of wind."
"How could there be no point? I have a good friend who wasn't even planning to continue his studies; just a few days ago he was still rambling about going south to work. After reading Fang Xinghe's *Value-Added*, he fell silent for a long time, then suddenly changed his tune: 'Forget it, I might as well finish high school. I'm not expecting to get into any good university anyway, I'll just treat it as exercising my mind further.'"
"Holy shit! The exact same thing happened around me! Seriously, a guy in our class who plays around outside every day suddenly came back to school yesterday!"
"Boss Fang tells stories too well. Even if you don't understand certain parts, you can just sense a faint, lingering sorrow."
"Yes, reading prose like this is an end in itself."
"Indeed, it suddenly makes you feel the post-80s generation aren't completely good-for-nothings, we haven't collapsed entirely."
"Spreading that 'Lost Generation' nonsense on the internet? We post-80s folks will definitely surpass you—far surpass you!"
"It's Fang Xinghe who surpasses you, not you post-80s folks, and certainly not you personally."
"Damn it! You 3%3&! Q#..."
Why were they arguing out of nowhere?
Fang Xinghe's impression was that the internet of 1999 was hardly harmonious; it was equally saturated with disdain chains, feelings of superiority, endless bickering, and even straightforward vulgar insults regarding each other's family members.
In truth, his reputation wasn't universally glowing either; there were plenty of critics who possessed formidable combat capabilities.
The second major camp consisted of nitpickers, mockers, snobs showing off their supposed sophistication, and those wildly hurling profanities.
Skipped, won't read.
Our Boss Fang never suffered from internal friction; he certainly wasn't going to deliberately inflict suffering on himself.
Collecting data, counting heads, and checking fan credentials was enough; no need to overthink it, or it would hurt the brain.
The third major camp consisted of earnest, detailed analyses.
The netizens of Huaxia at this time possessed hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
The exorbitant cost of internet access meant only a small fraction of wealthy individuals or successful professionals could linger online and speak their minds at length.
Consequently, there were truly many masterminds among the netizens, whose insights cut straight to the core of the issues.
Just look at their analyses of Fang Xinghe—it reached a level that would shock the person himself:
[Square Inch Mountain]: "Fang Xinghe's personality can be described as a stress-response trauma-type personality. If everyone carefully examines his interviews and articles, you will definitely sense an intensely strong aggressiveness. This kid is full of competitive desire, locks onto a target and charges blindly ahead, unyielding and tenacious. The OP's summary was spot-on: an overlord, entirely apt."
[Little Melon-Skin Hei]: "The first time I saw his eyes, I knew he possessed an extraordinarily savage, dark, and profound vitality. Coupled with that face, he's a once-in-a-century woman-killer."
[TEMPEST]: "He doesn't just attract women with his face; he carries a natural aura of mystery. I don't know how to describe it so you'll understand, but in short, he combines massive destructive potential in his thoughts with an exquisite, dreamy external appearance. Even in a state of calm, he exudes a latent power. He is definitely not just some brat pretending to be cool; I even suspect his mindset is more weathered and world-weary than my own."
[Gao Huohuo]: "World-weary isn't quite right; it's deep and calm."
[Heart Like a Starry River]: "An unfortunate childhood can indeed alter a person's developmental state and force out their primitive potential, but for Fang Xinghe to evolve into his current state still leaves me deeply astonished. His potential is high to an absurd degree; I suspect he was born with mutated genes. The state should hurry up and specially recruit him instead of leaving him out here to corrupt teenage girls."
[Verdict Black]: "Indeed, I've truly never seen someone become this famous based on just three essays and a few interviews."
[Greg_Laswell]: "He generates far too much topical discussion."
[Jie Ge]: "Actually, I've always suspected many of his actions carry clear motives, though I could never figure out the reasons. Now I realize he genuinely seems to want to be famous, and loves presenting himself to the public in the most unconventional, rule-defying way. As an irresponsible guess, it seems he treats fame as a source of security."
[Dao Lin]: "Bingo! He wants to be an idol writer, and might even become a celebrity."
[yu2003]: "I have the same feeling. I suspect the path he has mapped out for himself is definitely not the conventional one of going to university, taking graduate exams, and living a predictable life."
[Jiusi Has Only Three Seconds]: "What's the point of guessing this?"
[Baimu Chunshi Counts to Five]: "Regardless of what path he wants to take, I will keep paying attention, because watching it like a monkey show is extremely entertaining."
[Yanneng_Yanbao]: "Describing it as a 'monkey show' is truly frivolous. Fang Xinghe is not just a cultural phenomenon, but a minor who deserves protection. I hope you can maintain basic respect toward him, or else we can make your life very entertaining as well."
[A Girl in the Village Named Xiaofang]: "Female?"
[Fang Xinghe 456]: "Fang fan chieftain. Bro, you're about to have a bad time~~~"
[Full of Starry River]: "Sisters, come over here, there's another stinking piece of garbage. It's time to let him know who cannot be provoked and who shouldn't be cursed!"
[Twinkling Little Star]: "Count to five? Then what use do you have for it? Be a good boy, listen, cut it off."
The scene suddenly descended into chaos...
Witnessing the fans defending him with his own eyes, Fang Xinghe felt a subtle, indescribable sense of warmth in his heart.
Yet he would not let such emotions run rampant.
Because he was well aware of what his fans needed most—the success of their idol.
And, a continuous, uninterrupted stream of triumphs.