"Zhang Ning, throw grenades! Throw them! They're inside the building!" Guyen gripped his phone, shouting with excitement.

"One, two, three—who do you think you're messing with? The Thunder God?" Zhang Ning whooped, fingers flying across his screen.

"Stop! Smoke grenades! Smoke! Poison's coming!" Guyen shoved Zhang Ning’s shoulder.

Zhao Zhuoyang looked up, exasperated. "You and Zhuoyu were knocked out ages ago. Why are you more hyped than us?"

Guyen set down his phone, grabbed a cola from the table, and took a swig. "You wouldn’t understand. This is *immersive spectating*."

"Oh, I get that," Zhang Ning grinned. "I watch Japanese romance action flicks the same way—*real* immersive."

"Watch it. My sister’s here," Zhao Zhuoyang cut in.

"Relax. She definitely switched away to scroll TikTok the second she got boxed," Zhang Ning muttered, eyes glued to his screen.

"Zhang Ning! What nasty things are you saying about me?" A crisp female voice crackled from the phone.

"Holy shit!" Zhang Ning jerked, nearly dropping his device.

"Help! Quick revive!" He thrust his phone toward Zhao Zhuoyang.

"Too many enemies... circle’s closing... damn it. We’re done." Zhao Zhuoyang tossed his phone aside after a frantic struggle.

"Hurry up! Next match!" Guyen slammed his cola bottle down and snatched his phone.

"Guye, wait—don’t queue yet. My dormmates just messaged me. There’s a post tearing you apart on our campus forum."

"Huh? Who’s bashing me?" Guyen arched a brow, leaning back casually.

"I can’t explain. Just check the top pinned thread on our school’s Tieba." Zhao Zhuoyu’s voice came through the speaker.

"Hold on, I’ll search it." Zhang Ning, ever eager for chaos, quit the game and opened their campus app.

The top post read: *"Let’s Cultivate Wellness Together—Breathe in President Jiang’s Divine Looks."*

Guyen took Zhang Ning’s phone, scanned the title, and twitched his lips. "What’s this got to do with me? I’m *Guye*."

"Read the thread," Zhao Zhuoyang said, setting aside his own phone. The three huddled together.

*1st floor: "AHHH! President Jiang’s face is god-tier! Like a manga prince stepped to life! Here are my collected wallpapers for fellow fans~"*

*2nd floor: [image.jpg] ... [image.jpg]*

*3rd floor: "His side profile just murdered me."*

*4th floor: "Algorithm, remember me—I want more posts like this!"*

*5th floor: "OP, is leaking his photos legal? I’ll ‘safeguard’ them for you. *Saved.*"*

"What does any of this have to do with me?" Guyen muttered, baffled.

"It started normal, Guye. Keep scrolling," Zhao Zhuoyu urged.

At the 34th reply, an anonymous comment read: *"Jiang Juan ‘handsome’? Pretty, maybe. He’s not worth 0.01% of my Guyen."*

"Finally, someone with taste," Guyen grinned.

*35th floor (anonymous): "Get your eyes checked. Jiang Juan’s ethereal beauty is untouchable as a snow lotus on a sacred peak. Guyen? Pfft. A common weed."*

The next few replies spiraled into a bitter feud, subtly dragging both Jiang Juan and Guyen.

*"Guye? Seriously? Beyond his looks—he’s rude. My friend spoke to him once, and he told her to ‘get lost.’ She cried all night."* (User: *FullStomachToday*)

*"Exactly. Guyen’s just a school bully. Fights with outsiders, fails classes. How dare he compare to President Jiang?"*

The thread twisted—from fangirling over Jiang Juan to crucifying Guyen.

Guyen’s expression darkened as he scrolled. "The hell? When did I knock someone up and force an abortion?"

"Worst part?" Zhang Ning slammed his chair back, standing up. "They claim you *threatened* to leak secretly filmed videos on campus forums if she talked!"

"Where are the forum mods? Are they dead?" Zhao Zhuoyang’s knuckles whitened.

"You three are too naive," Zhao Zhuoyu sighed. "This is a targeted smear campaign against Guyen. Check where the original trolls went."

The trio froze, scrolling back up. Sure enough—the two anonymous instigators vanished after chaos erupted.

"That thread was started by Jiang Juan’s fangirl. Those ‘trolls’ pretended to stan Guyen while actually provoking others," Zhao Zhuoyu explained.

"She’s right. Don’t take the bait," Zhao Zhuoyang said, regaining composure.

"So we just let them trash Guyen?" Zhang Ning growled.

"Patience." Guyen pressed Zhang Ning back into his seat, a cold smirk curling his lips. "Let’s play along."