I just became Superman, and the American evil god's experiment was exposed.

Faced with this number, Chen Ze felt an indescribable excitement.

His original height was only 170cm, or even less.

In this day and age, such a height would indeed be considered relatively short.

Even for girls looking for a partner, this isn't a priority.

So, growing taller is something Chen Ze is very happy about.

The thought of growing three centimeters taller by strengthening his bones again filled Chen Ze with even more motivation.

Moreover, the change this time wasn't too significant. Although he grew three centimeters taller, it was still difficult to notice without careful measurement.

Go back to dorms.

As expected, Zhang Chun and the others did not notice anything different.

Chen Ze looked at the photography, which was just 2 points away from mastering, and fell into deep thought.

He has reached a bottleneck, and no matter how much he practices, he will not be able to increase his proficiency.

From this perspective, the blue-purple keyword is not a higher-level keyword, but rather a manifestation of the keyword owner facing a breakthrough.

In other words, Yang Wei's attribute has a real chance to break through to purple, and he might even gain another enhancement point.

So the question is, how can we help Yang Wei break through his bottleneck?

After much thought, Chen Ze concluded that Yang Wei's inability to advance further was likely due to his peculiar hobbies.

If the other person could focus their attention elsewhere when taking pictures of feet, their photography skills would definitely improve significantly.

The reason for this belief is that Chen Ze is now at the same level as Yang Wei, so he can vaguely sense the direction he lacks.

Unfortunately, he couldn't practice and break through on his own, which was extremely frustrating.

We must help Yang Wei break through this bottleneck!

After making up his mind, Chen Ze took a bottle of cola and went to find Zhang Chun.

"My godfather needs your help."

Zhang Chun downed a swig of cola and said irritably, "You obviously had something up your sleeve. And besides, I'm not your son."

Seeing that the other party was not cooperating, Chen Ze said, "Okay, from now on, we'll only sell snail rice noodles, no freebies, ten yuan a pack."

Zhang Chun's face instantly turned obsequious. "Godfather, I was just joking. Please tell me what you need to say."

Chen Ze lowered his voice and asked, "Whose feet are the smallest and prettiest in our dorm?"

Zhang Chun's smile froze instantly, and his eyes turned strange. He looked Chen Ze up and down as if he were seeing him for the first time.

"Brother Ze, it's one thing if you're a foot fetishist, because I'm into it too, but you can't do that to the brothers."

"Let me finish what I have to say." Chen Ze kicked him. "I'm not that perverted, it's just for filming."

Zhang Chun still looked skeptical, frowning as he asked, "What kind of filming would include feet?"

Chen Ze retorted, "Didn't the cover on the packaging of the cup you bought have feet on it?"

Zhang Chun immediately retorted, "I'm just a craftsman, I've never bought a cup, don't slander me."

Chen Ze was too lazy to argue with him. "You understand what I mean."

Zhang Chun stroked his chin and asked疑惑地问道, "Then why don't you take pictures of girls?"

Chen Ze stared at him dumbfounded. "Don't think I'm as stupid as you. What do you think would happen if you openly told a girl you wanted to take a picture of her foot?"

"I was treated like a pervert."

"It's good that you know."

Chen Ze then added his filming requirements.

Not only should the feet be white, but they should also be small and delicate.

Although Zhang Chun still had some doubts, seeing Chen Ze's serious expression, which didn't seem like he was joking, he finally thought of someone.

"Li Bing, who lives across the street, is definitely a homebody. He's short, with small feet, and very fair-skinned. I suspect he hasn't been out in the sun in a long time. He should fit your criteria."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

The two immediately rushed to the opposite door.

As Zhang Chun said, Li Bing was indeed thin and had skin so pale it was almost sickly.

Despite being in the same class and living across from each other, Chen Ze had absolutely no recollection of him.

However, considering that the other person is somewhat introverted and doesn't dare to make eye contact with people, it's normal that they don't remember you.

Moreover, Zhang Chun said that besides attending classes, he spends most of his time playing games in his dormitory and rarely goes out.

Sometimes I even arrive at class right on time and rush back as soon as get out of class is over.

When Chen Ze explained his purpose, Li Bing was taken aback.

Chen Ze immediately offered a box of snail rice noodles as payment, and Li Bing agreed without hesitation.

A box of snail rice noodles, enough for him to stay home for two weeks.

At this point, Chen Ze's mastery of light, composition, and camera settings had reached a level comparable to Yang Wei's, and even his shooting style was the same.

He had Li Bing take off his socks, sit in a chair, relax his feet, and then carefully observe every detail.

Thanks to his skillful technique and the fact that Li Bing's feet were perfectly suited to the shooting requirements, the final product of this series of works was surprisingly good.

Monday, noon.

Chen Ze arrived at the video studio with his camera.

Yang Wei was tidying up his photography equipment. There wasn't much anyone around. When he saw Chen Ze come in, a smile appeared on his face. "How's it going? Any progress in your practice lately?"

Chen Ze handed over the camera directly: "These are photos I took."

Yang Wei took the camera and his eyes lit up instantly when he saw the close-up photos of the feet.

He repeatedly zoomed in on the photo, smacking his lips as he looked at it, his face showing an expression of fascination, his true nature completely exposed.

"It's so beautiful! The lines, the texture—it's simply a work of art!"

Looking at his exaggerated appearance, Chen Ze felt a wave of contempt. "You still say you're not a pervert?"

When Yang Wei saw Chen Ze looking at him with a half-smile, he immediately resumed his serious demeanor.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm appreciating it from an artistic perspective."

Is the artistic element really that high?

"High, as high as three or four stories."

He put down his camera and looked at Chen Ze with eager eyes. "Ze, whose woman owns this foot? Could you introduce me?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ze chuckled and teased, "Didn't you say you only appreciate it from an artistic perspective? Why are you asking others?"

Yang Wei, without batting an eye, retorted, "Of course I just...wanted to ask this person to film some other works."

Chen Ze shook his head disdainfully. "You really want to see?"

Yang Wei nodded quickly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"I think, as long as you tell me who she is, you'll be the second-in-command of this club from now on."

Seeing that he had taken the bait, Chen Ze pulled out a full-body photo of Li Bing from his phone.

"It's him."

Yang Wei approached with great anticipation, but when he saw Li Bing's ordinary, nerdy face in the photo, his smile instantly froze.

His legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

Undeterred, he repeatedly swiped the screen, trying to prove that the owner of those "beautiful feet" was actually someone else.

Unfortunately, he failed. Then, he was completely stunned. The color drained from his face, and his eyes became empty.

"No...impossible..." Yang Wei muttered to himself. He staggered back a few steps and slumped into a chair.

The way the sky seemed to be falling made Chen Ze feel a little sorry for her.

Chen Ze earnestly advised, "President, your photography skills are so good, it's a pity that you only focus on shooting feet. Why not try to go out and explore?"

Unfortunately, Yang Wei had already fallen into a deep state of self-isolation and was completely deaf to Chen Ze's advice.

He sat in the chair and pushed the camera far away.

"Take it away, my camera is dirty, don't let me see it again!"

After he finished speaking, he stared blankly at the ground, but the image of Li Bing lingered in his mind for a long time, and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

"I feel like my artistic dreams have been shattered, and my life has lost its meaning."

At this moment, several members walked in and looked at each other after hearing the leader's words.

"Did the company president break up with his girlfriend?"

"Don't talk nonsense, he doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Too."

"Then what's he doing here being emo?"

"I guess he got yelled at by the client again."

"Then let's not bother him and let him calm down."

Seeing this, Chen Ze decided not to try to persuade him any further.

There was no other way; to reform this guy, we had to resort to drastic measures.

Who knew this drug would be so potent, making people question their very existence?

"Chen Ze, you're here too. I was just about to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Come here."

A member turned on the computer on the table, set up a ladder, and opened an external network connection.

"The 'braised duck' video I posted a couple of days ago seems to have been uploaded to an external website, and it's getting quite a few views."