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Chapter 9 Does mental illness often occur?

Chapter 9 Does mental illness often occur?
That night.

Twenty-three o'clock.

Los Angeles Museum Square, a famous tourist attraction in Los Angeles, is brightly lit and crowded with people.

Foreign tourists took photos, strolled, chatted and ate snacks.

Local citizens watched the tourists from other places taking photos, walking, chatting and eating snacks.

Everybody was happy.

Until a sound came from the speakers.

"Hello? Hello! Hello?"

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

On the rooftop in the middle of the museum, a young man in a white robe was adjusting his PA equipment: "Hello? Can you hear me? Can you all hear me?"

The huge museum square suddenly became quiet.

"It seems like everyone heard it." Standing on the roof, motionless against the howling gale, Xiao Yu looked down at the dark crowd, his heart agitated.

What does it feel like to become famous overnight?
He has never experienced it.

But he knew that he might soon be able to experience it...

"Cut the stomach!"

"Good evening. I am Xiao Yu, the heir of the Daoist sect."

"You can find me by searching for Wen Dao Men Xiao Yu on apps like Tiao Le, P Station, and Man Shou."

"Now, please take out your phones and record. I, Xiao Yu, want to announce something to the world." After adjusting the microphone, Xiao Yu pointed downwards: "The guy who grills the cold noodles, stop grilling. Listen to me first."

Everyone in the square was silent: "..."

"I came to the Dao Sect, which is a legitimate ancient martial arts sect. I heard that in recent years, too many lawless people have used the name of traditional martial arts to cheat people and make money, which has damaged the reputation of my traditional martial arts."

After a slight pause, Xiao Yu waved his long sleeves and said, "Now! I, Xiao Yu, obey the master's order and go down the mountain to clear my name! I sincerely invite fighting and martial arts masters from all over the world to compete with me in a fair duel. In order to promote the inheritance of our great culture and publicize the prestige of our national martial arts."

Everyone in the square remained silent: "..."

Xiao Yu: "...Do you understand?"

"..."

"To put it simply, I'm looking for someone to fight." Xiao Yu raised his voice: "No matter whether you practice Sanda, Taekwondo, Muay Thai, free fighting, or shogi, you can all challenge me. If you win, I'll give you 200,000. If you lose, you have to admit that my traditional martial arts are awesome. It's that simple... The one on the far right in the front row who's on the phone! Are you calling the police? I'm giving you some face."

The thousands of people in the museum seemed to finally realize something and started buzzing with each other.

On the rooftop, Xiao Yu knew that time was running out, so he stopped talking and got straight to the point: "Be quiet for a moment. Tonight, Luocheng will be the place where I, Xiao Yu, will fight for the fireworks... No, it's the first stop on Liangshan... No, it's the first stop on Huashan. Now, I officially challenge all the people of Luocheng!"

After that, he bent down and untied a rope buckle.

"Wow--"

A giant red banner immediately unfolded downwards!

There was a row of large white characters written on the banner: [Is there any expert in Luocheng who would fight me? ]

"..."

There was total silence.

Everyone was stunned.

In the corner of the square, the tourist who bought the cold noodles took the noodles and asked while eating: "Uncle, do people often escape from your local mental hospital?"

"Usually there are very few..."

The rooftop of the museum.

Xiao Yu looked down and waited for about a minute.

After making sure that no one dared to show their heads, he sneered and said loudly: "It seems that I have come to the wrong place. There are millions of people in Los Angeles, and not one of them has a ball."

After saying this, he loosened another rope buckle.

"Wow--"

The second giant banner unfolded.

There are only six words——【Los Angeles is full of garbage.】

"..."

"Are you a bastard?"

"What the hell?"

"Is this man sick?"

"grass!"

"I've learned a lot..."

"My father!"

"Come on! Come down! I will fight you! You bastard (beep——)..."

The huge museum square finally saw some movement.

But after attracting a wave of "popularity", Xiao Yu had already rolled up two banners and was ready to leave.

Because he saw two police cars approaching quickly on the street in the distance.

It took two minutes.

After folding the banner and stuffing it into his backpack, Xiao Yu held the microphone and said one last taunt: "There are millions of people in Los Angeles, but not one dares to fight me. Trash. Trash city." The square below suddenly rang with more intense abuse...

Another five minutes passed.

A police car stopped in front of the square.

Two federal police officers, along with four or five auxiliary police officers, ran into the museum and, led by the staff, headed straight to the top floor.

"Open the door to the rooftop passage."

"The key to the passage door is with our supervisor, and he can't open it. Our supervisor is off duty."

"But how did that guy get up there?"

“That’s not right…”

……

the other side.

Xiao Yu returned to the small hotel under the cover of night.

After checking out and getting my deposit back, I immediately got up and hailed a taxi to head to the train station and leave for Changcheng overnight.

Granted, his actions at the Museum Square wouldn't warrant any federal criminal charges, but he didn't want to be called in by the local police.

"This time, there are more gimmicks for Dafei to hype."

"..."

After getting into the taxi, Xiao Yu took out his mobile phone and looked at his fans on the TikTok platform.

One.

Not much growth.

Among them, there should be even fewer fans from the Museum Square.

After all, there were only about a thousand people at the scene.

But he knew that if only one tenth of those one thousand people could upload the video of his "speech" on the rooftop, the impact and traffic generated would be difficult to quantify.

And this is just the beginning!
After Luocheng and Changcheng.

In the next few days, he also plans to visit several cities where there are fighting internet celebrities, such as Xiangni City, Wencheng, Qingcheng, and Canyang City.

Repeat the same process.

While kicking the door.

While giving a speech.

While kicking the door.

While giving a speech.

"If this isn't popular...tsk tsk tsk..." Leaning back in his chair, Xiao Yu sneered.

The driver in the front seat couldn't help but look back at him...

After exiting TikTok, Xiao Yu looked at the number of fans on P Station again, then swiped the screen of his phone and glanced at the time.

Twenty-three twenty-five.

'It's been more than ten hours since I left home.'

Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes and clicked on the express message.

Before leaving, he muted his phone.

Now his grandpa and his three aunts are probably anxiously looking for him all over the world.

But when he entered the express message, he found that the three relatives he had pinned to the top of the list - Chen Banxian, Xiao Guanguan, and Xiao Yaya, had not sent any messages.

Pulling down the screen menu, Xiao Yu confirmed that there was a 4G network, and his face was full of confusion.

After a moment of silence, he opened Xiao Yaya's chat bar and typed: [Where are you? ]

[I’m at home! ] Xiao Yaya replied immediately.

【Is everyone else home? 】

[Except for the eldest sister who has a part-time job, the others are all here! ]

[…Have you guys eaten? ]

【I finished eating early.】

[So when you were eating, no one noticed that I was not there? ]

【what? 】

After a long pause, Xiao Yaya sent another message: "Brother, are you not at home?!"

Xiao Yu: “…”

Xiao Yu: "WDNMD."