Time flowed like a downstream current.
In the blink of an eye, two weeks had passed since the conclusion of the martial arts exchange.
For the senior students of Quang Binh City First High School, this was a high-pressure sprint phase, but for Vuong Minh, these days passed quite richly and satisfactorily.
Every day, like a parched sponge, he frantically absorbed all knowledge from basic theory to practical martial arts techniques.
Thanks to the Violet Star’s continuous operation keeping his mind sharp, along with special care from Ly Manh Hung and the subject teachers, Vuong Minh improved by leaps and bounds in every aspect.
No longer a fake genius relying on superpowers of wealth and Old Vuong’s connections to buy grades, Vuong Minh now dared to confidently and unhesitatingly admit that he was a true genius—albeit a late bloomer, he was steadily and firmly marching toward the upper echelon of Heavens’ Chosen.
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Parallel to his studies, the “Ming Vuong” personal page on SkyWeb was also being run swimmingly by Uncle Binh and Amy.
As the eternal axiom of the ages went: looks are justice.
Relying solely on Young Master Vuong’s deadly charming face, along with the AETHERIS supercar and short clips recording his training sessions or “noob-stomping” matches in the Mecha Storm virtual arena, it continuously attracted tens of thousands of views.
Right now, in the mecha combat arena, Vuong Minh had just finished a match in a mere 30 seconds with a piercing punch.
“Amy, clip the video, send it to Uncle Binh, and upload it online!”
“Understood, Master!”
Stepping out of the cabin, Vuong Minh didn’t show any excitement, merely instructing Amy coldly.
The ranking system of Mecha Combat was truly aggravating.
Obviously, he already possessed Silver-tier strength, but rules were rules; he still had to win 1,000 matches to rank up to Silver.
…..
Recently, Vuong Minh had steadily dedicated two hours a day to grinding ranks, but now, nearly 20 days had passed, and that number had only just passed the two-thirds mark.
Slaughtering Black Iron and Bronze noobs in the same pool every day bored Vuong Minh to death, yet he had no choice.
This was also a measure to restrict players from wiping their accounts and re-grinding just to chase pretty stats.
His past self was so erratic, and now he had to bear the karmic backlash—there was no other way.
Calculating the time, it would probably take another week to reach Silver, and then winning 100 consecutive matches would promote him to Gold.
He wondered if he could finish in time before the admissions department conducted preliminary selections.
Vuong Minh sighed:
“Amy, report on the personal page’s status over the past few days.”
“Yes, Master.” Amy’s clear voice rang out in the room:
“New followers have begun to plateau at the 50,000 mark.
Traffic growth speed has dropped by 45% compared to last week, and engagement has dropped by 60%.
The crowd is showing signs of saturation with recent videos.”
Vuong Minh furrowed his brows even deeper.
…..
He stood up and walked over to the window, looking down at the sea sinking into the twilight glow.
He knew the reason, and had even anticipated it.
Netizens’ curiosity was limited; the world didn’t revolve around you, and how many interesting news stories exploded out there every day?
No matter how satisfying it was to watch him crush weaker opponents, people would eventually get bored of watching it over and over again.
Mentally calculating, the personal page’s traffic exploded fastest during two events: defeating Hoang Gia Bao and defeating Lam Phong.
This proved that people wanted to see geniuses challenging opponents above their rank, wanting to see life-and-death showdowns, rather than watching a handsome guy bully noobs.
But Vuong Minh didn’t have a good solution yet.
Being at Bronze tier right now, he couldn’t go fight Silver-tier masters because the server wouldn’t match them up.
And as for finding geniuses—where would you find so many geniuses in Quang Binh City?
He needed substantive content, a massive explosive event.
…..
Thinking it over, remembering a certain person, Vuong Minh took out his phone and called:
“Male -God, what do you need me for?” Bao Han’s cheerful voice rang out almost instantly.
Relying on Tran Trung Dung, their relationship had grown quite close recently.
“Bao Han, I want to ask for your help with something.
Do you want to make some extra income?”
Getting money while helping the Male-God—Bao Han’s heart cheered and leaped:
“There’s such a good thing?
What is it?”
“Can’t explain clearly over the phone.
Come to my house, and we’ll discuss it.”
“This…”
Coming to his house + making extra income.
Bao Han’s wild imagination soared ten thousand miles.
Images of cheesy TV dramas she had recently watched along with wild rumors in high society flashed through her mind, making her extremely embarrassed.
— What does he take me for?
Even if he’s a Male-God, studies well, and is super handsome, normally I might consider it, but I already have a boyfriend!
She glanced at the photo of her and Tran Trung Dung on her desk, her heart aching as if pierced by a knife, undergoing intense ideological struggle:
“Vuong Minh, I’m Dung’s girlfriend!”
“Precisely because you’re Dung’s girlfriend that I feel at ease inviting you.”
So it can even be like this!
As expected, high society is truly messed up!
Bao Han took a deep breath, her tone filled with tragic determination:
“Vuong Minh!
Even though I love money, I also know what’s important.
If you want someone else, go find them; I still need to focus on studying for the college entrance exams.”
“Sigh…”
Vuong Minh sighed, having no other choice:
“Ok, what a pity.
I just thought this job was simple, and you only needed to spend a little time online every day, which is why I thought of you.
Well then, Bao Han, go study.”
Bao Han: ????
“Huh?
You just need me to go online?”
She was stunned.
Realizing she had probably misunderstood just now, her face instantly flushed red like a monkey’s butt.
Fortunately, through the phone Vuong Minh couldn’t see it, so she hurriedly tried to save face, her voice pitching up:
“Ah, ah, Male-God…
going online is fine!
What is it, just give your orders!”
At the same time, why did her heart feel a slight sense of loss?
Looking at the photo with Dung, a certain little fairy silently apologized.
As for Vuong Minh, he couldn’t read her wild mental gymnastics.
Seeing that lost-then-gained outcome once Bao Han agreed, he smiled cheerfully:
“I want to hire you as a freelance content manager for my personal page.
If you’re free, come over to my house once today; we’ll talk and sign a contract.
You can call Dung to come along too, he knows where I live.”
“Great!
Male-God, I’ll be right over!”
Less than half an hour later, Bao Han and Tran Trung Dung had arrived at the Vuong estate.
Just stepping into Vuong Minh’s training room and exchanging a few words, Bao Han instantly slipped into the role of a creative director.
She crossed her arms, walked around Vuong Minh once, and proclaimed:
“Male-God, you’re wasting resources!
Today’s netizens are very realistic; they want to see something both fiery and eye-catching.
Look at this body, these muscles—if you just hide them under a school uniform, who’s going to know?”
“Ahem, ahem…”
Seeing her casually copping feels on Vuong Minh’s eight-pack abs without batting an eye, even someone as gentle as Dung had to give a few dry coughs to express his concern.
Only then did the girl rein it in a bit.
But you couldn’t blame her.
Playboy Hieu and Hoang Gia Bao and their crew gave so much; their lingering resentment had piled into jars and thrown straight into the Violet Star.
Forged by the Karmic Fire, Vuong Minh’s physique was now unimaginably sturdy, with almost all excess fat completely gone.
Lines like the mermaid lines and V-tines stood out vividly, making men envious and women unable to tear their eyes away.
Then, under Bao Han’s direction, Vuong Minh began a special “photoshoot.” First came shirtless training, revealing rocks-hard chiseled muscles as sweat trickled down masculine grooves under the training room lights.
Next was the “One-Finger Zen” challenge—doing a hundred consecutive push-ups using just a single finger.
He was wearing specialized athletic gear, and in this inverted position, blood rushed downward, causing certain uniquely masculine assets—already far more robust than average—to bulge outward prominently, swaying with every motion.
Even Chairman Vuong, despite his thick skin, couldn’t help but feel embarrassed after seeing it:
“Bao Han, how about we cut this part out?”
“Can’t cut it, this is the brightest highlight of the video!” Bao Han refused flatly without a second thought.
At the same time, she felt a slight pang of regret for bringing her boyfriend along, leaving Dung to glare at her with aggrieved eyes this whole time.
After giving her boyfriend a sweet kiss on the cheek to soothe his tender young soul, the group went back to work.
The climax of creativity was when Bao Han made Vuong Minh get into the mecha combat capsule, operating the heavy armor to perform the “Nine Heavens Spirit Dance”—an extremely difficult dance currently trending wildly online, requiring delicate coordination between hand controls and supreme mecha balancing skills.
“Right!
This movement must be crisp and decisive!
When spinning in the air, you have to exude a regal aura!” – Bao Han cheered enthusiastically.
Busy all afternoon, the group had dinner at the Vuong estate.
Afterwards, at Vuong Minh’s request, Bao Han officially signed the freelance contract, and she happily skipped back home carrying a treasure trove of precious media files.
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Tap, tap, tap…
the keyboard danced nonstop.
That night, the little fairies of Quang Binh City First High School went wild like howling wolves once more.
Countless BL/fangirls begged for their lives demanding Bao Han hand over top-secret bonus files, making her immensely smug.
In addition, the meticulously edited videos, paired with an intensely fiery background music track, were uploaded to SkyWeb with the title: When Ming Vuong Knows More Than Just Fighting.
The result was just as predicted; nobody understood the psychology of little fairies better than a little fairy.
Engagement exploded back to life, becoming even more ferocious than before.
The video reached one million views in just a single night.
Tens of thousands of comments like: “Hubby!”, “I’m dropping eggs just looking at him.”, “A mecha dancer more flexible than me”, “All-around Male-God!” flooded his personal page.
Of course, there was no shortage of sour haters refuting: “Fake!”, “Stuffing melons in there, verified!”
Generally speaking, as the elders taught, you shouldn’t fear people hating you; what you should fear is nobody talking about you.
Bad fame is still fame.
Chairman Vuong couldn’t care less about all that.
Love it or hate it, as long as he got famous, he didn’t care.
The pristine white faith energy and the crimson-red malice, which had been plateauing, suddenly surged torrentially into the Violet Star like tidal waves, growing even stronger than before and giving Vuong Minh an intoxicating sensation.
Bad fame is still fame!
— As long as big bro gets famous, that’s all that matters.