You said you failed your college entrance exam and are now crowdfunding to build a university?

"Look! He's finished drawing!" someone suddenly pointed at the screen.

In the video, Wei Ying holds up the piece of paper in his hand.

A line of large characters on the white paper reads: "Admission Notice to Haichuan University".

The background features towering mountains, shrouded in mist, resembling a majestic school gate, with a rushing river adding to the grandeur.

"It's really well drawn," Zhou Zheng couldn't help but praise. This skill is undeniable.

"Deputy Chief, look at the bottom right corner..." a police officer whispered to him.

Zhou Zheng squinted and looked at the admission notice. In the lower right corner, there was a line of small print: a school introduction.

"Our school boasts a long history and profound cultural heritage, having been established for over eight centuries. It is a comprehensive institution of higher learning oriented towards society, the future, and modernization, comprising..."

Zhou Zheng's lips twitched.

Shenteyao has a long history.

Eight hours.

What's the difference between this and "99 years until it becomes a century-old brand"?

The next day, at the rented room.

Wei Ying glanced at his mobile banking app.

The balance has jumped to over nine million. Money is still coming in sporadically, like a light rain, and every now and then there's a "ding".

He twitched the corner of his mouth. This amount of money was far from enough to build a school, but at least it was a start.

Aside from the school site, he had arranged almost everything else that needed to be done.

School emblem, school motto, school rules, admission notice templates, and even... the official website.

Last night, he spent twenty challenge points to exchange for that high-tech gadget called "Self-Service Website Builder" in the system shop.

The server can handle millions of users online simultaneously; it's very stable. He designed the webpage himself, and it has all the necessary sections.

"Start broadcasting."

He sat down at the computer and turned on the webcam.

He has over 100,000 followers. Most people are drawn to him because of his drawing skills, while only a few long-time fans are still tirelessly posting the "stocking challenge".

"Good morning, streamer! Just a reminder, the 'used stockings challenge' is overdue, and my credit points are going to be deducted!"

"Wow, 100,000 followers already? Is this streamer about to take off?"

"Longtime fans are pleased. But could the stocking issue be put on the agenda?"

What should I draw today?

The number of comments gradually increased, and the number of online viewers quickly surged to two thousand.

"No painting today," Wei Ying said to the camera. "Just wanted to update you on some progress: Haichuan University's official website is up and running."

He posted the URL on the live stream's announcement board.

The chat was silent for a moment, then filled with question marks.

"???"

"Official website???"

"So, they're really building the school online?"

A private art studio in a city in Haixi.

Lin Wei put down her paintbrush and glanced at the notification on her phone.

Wei Ying has started broadcasting.

She quickly clicked on it. She hadn't missed a single session these past few days, just to watch Wei Ying paint.

She could learn a lot about that skill even through the screen.

But today, Wei Ying said he wouldn't paint anymore.

"Official website?" Lin Wei frowned, a little disappointed but also curious. She clicked on Wei Yingfa's link.

The browser redirected quickly. The homepage immediately caught my eye—the four large characters "Haichuan University" floated amidst the mountains, water, and clouds, exuding a powerful presence.

The navigation bar is neatly organized: School Overview, Departments, Admissions Information, Campus Life... It looks like a proper university website.

Lin Wei raised an eyebrow. She had watched the live stream for a few days and knew what this "university" was all about.

There was no school address, no students, no teachers... except for Wei Ying himself, there was nothing.

But this official website looks really professional.

She casually clicked on "Department Settings".

The list is quite long: School of Architecture, School of Economics and Management, School of Aeronautics and Astronautics, School of Medicine, School of Materials Science and Engineering... a total of twenty-seven.

She turned to the last page and her gaze lingered there.

Academy of Fine Arts.

Dean: Wei Ying.

Lin Wei's heart skipped a beat.

If, if this school really exists, if she could go in, could she learn to paint from him?

The thought itself seemed absurd to her. But looking at the name on the screen, she couldn't help but wonder, what if?

What if this outrageous idea actually comes true?

Lin Wei stared at the screen, her heart beating a little fast.

Dean of the Academy of Fine Arts: Wei Ying.

These words were like a small thorn, stuck in her heart. She moved her fingers and saved the official website link to her favorites.

What if?

A police station in southern Sichuan.

Zhou Zheng and several police officers sat around a computer screen displaying the official website of "Haichuan University".

School establishment time: one day.

Principal: Wei Ying.

Location: At the junction of four provinces (under planning).

It comprises twenty-seven colleges.

Apart from the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts being named Wei Ying, the faculty information for all other academies was uniformly listed as "Coming Soon".

"Outrageous!" a young police officer couldn't help but exclaim. "This official website looks just like the real thing."

Zhou Zheng remained silent, staring at the screen. The page design, the column setup, and the tone of the copy all exuded a serious air.

If an ordinary person clicks in, nine times out of ten they will be intimidated.

"He must have a gang behind him to create something like this overnight." Zhou Zheng tapped the screen. "He was livestreaming all day yesterday, how could he have had time to make this? This website, and the technology for sending mass text messages before, can't be done by one person alone."

He paused, his tone turning serious: "This is the modus operandi of scam gangs. First, they cast a wide net by sending out text messages, then they create a seemingly legitimate official website to lower people's guard, one step after another. If ordinary people believe them, their money is gone."

The atmosphere in the office was a bit heavy.

"Investigate." Zhou Zheng tapped the table. "We must find out who's behind him. This group is professional and dangerous; they can't be allowed to live."

Everyone nodded. The problem was, they had been watching Wei Ying for two days, eavesdropping and staking out, but they hadn't found him in contact with any suspicious individuals. His phone and internet records were completely clean.

This group was hiding even better than we thought.

A residential building in a city in Haibei.

Zhou Ming held his phone and clicked his tongue.

"Wow, they actually launched an official website?"

He's a long-time fan of Wei Ying's live stream, watching it every day, and he loves to come up with bad ideas.

These past few days, Wei Ying has been neglecting his duties, focusing on building a university. At first, he even joined in the online discussion with the comments.

But as I looked at it, something felt off.

School emblem, motto, rules, admission notices... now even an official website is up and running. Except for the lack of land, this "university" has everything it should have.

"It looks pretty convincing," Zhou Ming muttered, then casually forwarded the official website link to his cousin who had just finished the college entrance exam. "Look at this, it's not inferior to those 985 universities, is it?"

A dormitory at a university in eastern Sichuan.

Tian Qingyun crossed her legs and scrolled through her phone, amused.

"The streamer's efficiency is amazing. School emblem, motto, and regulations, admission notices, and now even the official website is online."

His roommate sidled up and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"A university that doesn't exist." Tian Qingyun handed over the phone. "That streamer I mentioned to you a few days ago, he's really up to some kind of Haichuan University. Look, it's even on their official website."

My roommate took the phone, swiped it a couple of times, and then his eyes widened.

"Haichuan University? Eastern and Southern Sichuan, isn't that exactly what they're talking about?" He raised his voice. "Is someone really building a university for our four provinces? Whether it's true or not, we have to show off!"