Conspiracy: I'm directing my own life

"Chu Kong Show" broke numerous world records in just two hours after its premiere.

Whether it's the live stream chat, the comment section, or even forums and platforms of all sizes, there are topics about Chu Kong everywhere.

When the vivid images were presented to every viewer, all the doubts vanished, replaced by a cultural storm centered around Chu Kong.

On a well-known social media platform, people from all over the world have formed small circles online, enthusiastically discussing everything about "Chu Kong Show".

In a group chat

Shuai Kongyiqi: "You know what, you really have to admit, this kid is actually quite handsome."

Ying Shenglong: "Indeed, indeed."

The Thinker: "I guess the organizers just liked this kid's looks."

Shuai Kongyiqi: "Indeed, I was just as handsome twenty years ago."

Just finished carrying loads at the construction site: "You're kidding, aren't you? If you're so handsome, why haven't I seen you become a celebrity?"

Shuai Kongyiqi: "This all started when I took an arrow to the knee... (omitting ten thousand words here)"

Ying Shenglong: "Indeed, indeed."

The Thinker: "Why did that child go to the toilet? Could he have discovered something?"

Having just finished lifting heavy loads at the construction site: "He's overthinking it. He's not used to the new environment, and with all this unexpected life changes, it would be strange if he wasn't nervous coming to his new class."

Ying Shenglong: "Indeed, indeed."

Char is the man who can become my mother: "Don't you guys think Teacher Long is really cute? So petite, so tiny, hehe, Teacher Long, hehe."

AA doesn't sell anything, just plays around: "Even though it's legal, why do I feel like the person upstairs is a pervert?"

Ying Shenglong: "Indeed, indeed."

Shuai Kongyiqi: "Don't think I'm a pervert. What decent person wouldn't like a sunny and cheerful class monitor? I knew at a glance that she was my destined wife."

Just finished lifting a bar at the construction site: "Ugh, I'm daydreaming again."

The Thinker: "Although I really don't want to discourage you, I think the class monitor's performance is all an act. Think about it, if you were the organizers, would you really let Chu Kong's classmates be just ordinary people?"

Ying Shenglong: "Indeed, indeed."

Having just finished lifting a bar at the construction site: "Isn't this obviously fake? Including that Teacher Long, it's all an act for Chu Kong. I suspect she's not a real teacher."

Char is the man who could be my mother: "I won't let you talk about my father."

AA doesn't sell anything, just plays around: "You really need to go to the hospital to get checked out."

Ying Shenglong: "Indeed, indeed."

tan90°: "I disagree. Teacher Long's explanation of the previous problem was impeccable. He was able to explain the function clearly without integration, which is something only a professional teacher can do."

Ying Shenglong: "Indeed, indeed."

Shuai Kongyiqi: "Dude, it's weird enough that the production team actually played lectures on air, but you actually listened to them?"

tan90°: "It just so happens that this is being streamed live, but this question is a bit like the one I participated in a competition in junior high school."

Having just finished lifting heavy loads at the construction site: "I admire no one but you."

Ying Shenglong: "Indeed, indeed."

tan90°: "No, regarding this question, you have to admit that I'm impressed with Teacher Long. If someone had taught me this method back then, I could have gotten first place."

Char is the man who could be my mother: "My dad is awesome."

System message: "Char is the man who can become my mother" has been banned for 24 hours by the administrator "Thinker".

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The empty washroom amplified the sound of Chu Kong gagging.

The cold water splashed on my face couldn't suppress the soreness in my throat.

"What's wrong? Why are you so panicked?"

A familiar voice came from the doorway.

Chu Kong looked up and saw Zhou Huaijin leaning against the door frame in the mirror, holding a roll of tissues in his hand, with little surprise on his face.

"Teacher Zhou."

Chu Kong took the tissue, stared at himself in the mirror, and also at Zhou Huaijin.

"I knew you would escape, and I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

Zhou Huaijin sat down on a platform and began to speak eloquently, "Luckily, I don't have to wait for you inside."

He pointed to the toilet inside the washroom.

"Tell me, what happened?" Zhou Huaijin patted Chu Kong on the back, showing concern.

"They all have scripts, right?" Chu Kong didn't answer, but asked in return.

Zhou Huaijin shook his head: "You seem to have misunderstood something."

"What?"

"You believe that every action, every word, and every expression they make is scripted, right?"

"Isn't that right?"

"Do you think a script should be meticulously detailed and flawlessly planned?"

Chu Kong asked doubtfully, "Shouldn't it be like this?"

Zhou Huaijin pointed to the cleaning tools placed to the side: "If it's a normal filming, and I need to clean this place, I can arrange for no one to come in and leave any new footprints while I'm cleaning."

But your script is different. No matter how meticulously and rigorously the other actors in your script are arranged, a single unintentional act by you could render all the meticulous arrangements meaningless.

"So, there's no script?" Chu Kong was shocked; this was completely contrary to his expectations.

Zhou Huaijin shook his head again: "The real script is simpler than you think. 'Go, give this child three months to naturally break down.' As for who cries to you, who laughs at you, who cares?"

If the atmosphere and pressure are right, the result will naturally be good.

Upon hearing this, Chu Kong fell silent.

Zhou Huaijin waved his hand: "It seems you've thought things through quite a bit. I'll head back now. There are cameras everywhere outside here, so don't give anything away."

After saying that, Zhou Huaijin was the first to walk out of the washroom.

Chu Kong watched the whirlpool in the pool gradually sink downwards and began to think.

He originally planned to read through everyone's scripts and find a solution from them.

But now, that's clearly impossible.

Wait, does this mean that there is no "inevitable ending"?

An idea quietly formed in Chu Kong's mind.

If the "suicide ending" wasn't a pre-written program, then it was a meticulously calculated prophecy.

The fulfillment of the prophecy relied on the ironclad rule of this live broadcast—the plot could not appear illogical.

The cold, clear thought process was like a blade piercing through the fog.

Since no one has a predetermined path, then we just need to let them deviate from their predetermined destination.

In this way, the established prophecy will no longer exist.

So, how do we twist these people's plans?

With these thoughts in mind, Chu Kong returned to the classroom.

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The class passed quickly, and no matter how eloquently Long Mengmeng spoke, Chu Kong didn't hear a single word.

The school bell is like a switch.

Chu Kong was instantly surrounded by various subtle sounds and movements.

A boy wearing glasses turned around, adjusted his glasses, and asked expressionlessly, "Do you need to fill in your notes? Teacher Long lectures quickly." As he spoke, he handed over a notebook.

In the aisle next door, two girls walked by hand in hand. One of them seemed to glance back at Chu Kong unintentionally. When their eyes met, she immediately gave him a friendly and slightly shy smile, then quickly turned back and whispered something to her companion, followed by a soft laugh.

Someone in the back seat gently poked his back with a pen cap: "Hey, newbie, do you know which cafeteria food is good?"

These actions are all too normal, as if they would happen in any school.

There was neither exaggerated enthusiasm nor obvious hostility.

But it was precisely this meticulously calibrated normality that sent a chill down Chu Kong's spine.

He could almost see invisible threads gently pulling at the back of these natural expressions and words.

Chu Kong observed everyone's reactions.

He carefully observed every detail, and every step he took next would be closely related to these details.

Just as he was wondering how to respond to this sparse yet ubiquitous "attention," the class monitor next to him stood up and stopped everyone, his movements as light as a deer.

She didn't shout, but smiled and said in a voice that wasn't loud but loud enough for those around her to hear, "Everyone, please put away your curiosity a little. Chu Kong doesn't look too good yet. Let him catch his breath first. There's a long road ahead."

Her words carried a natural warmth, easily defusing the subtle tendency to draw people in.

Chu Kong also gave a perfectly appropriate smile.

Everyone smiled kindly and then dispersed.

"Um..." the class monitor opened his mouth, about to say something.

Just then—

The change happened so naturally, even amidst the usual campus noise.

Two boys chased each other down the aisle, one of them stumbled and his elbow "accidentally" swept hard across Chu Kong's desk corner. The stack of new books, pencil case, and the glass he had just bought that morning for drinking water fell to the ground.

Crash—!!!

The crisp, piercing sound of the glass shattering instantly cut through the noise of the break. Shards and water spilled across the floor, creating a chaotic mess.

Everything fell silent for a moment.

The boy who caused the trouble steadied himself, looked at the mess on the ground, and then looked at Chu Kong.

There was no trace of panic or apology on his face, but rather an almost scrutinizing calm.

He was very tall, and his shadow fell over Chu Kong, who was still sitting in his seat.

"The new guy, Chu Kong, right?" His tone carried an undisguised contempt. "If things are placed so far out, they're bound to get knocked over."

He even nudged the books on the ground with his toe before raising his eyes to meet Chu Kong's gaze.

Beneath that arrogant exterior, a calm probing intent was hidden in those eyes as they observed Chu Kong's every move.

Chu Kong's heartbeat stopped the moment the glass shattered, and now it finally pounded heavily against his chest again.

His fingers were cold, but his face was expressionless.

There was no anger, no fear.

It's just a cold sense of confirmation, like a puzzle piece locking in a key element.

This even gave him a sense of relief.

finally come.

This live broadcast revealed its sharp edges for the first time.

He knew that this long performance was only now truly beginning.