He fiercely criticized the Manchu scholar clique and the twelve emperors of the Qing Dynasty.

Seeing that the other party hadn't replied immediately, Zhao Shuyao knew that the message about "no shortcuts" had worked, but this medicine targeting cognitive cancer wasn't potent enough.

The deeply ingrained parasitic theory of "marrying a rich man" must be thoroughly deconstructed from its underlying logic.

My hands landed on the keyboard again, and the sound of typing was particularly clear in the quiet dormitory.

"Your roommates keep saying that finding a rich boyfriend and getting married will solve everything. Well, ask them for me, are rich people stupid?"

"Anyone who can accumulate wealth in this society is a shrewd individual. Every penny they have has a clear rate of return on investment. For them, marriage is essentially an asset restructuring and a way to solidify their social class."

"Even if we take a step back and assume that a rich young man really falls head over heels for an ordinary girl who has nothing and wants to marry her, what about his parents' objections?"

Zhao Shuyao's eyes were calm, but his words were sharp as knives.

"Without a matching family background or the personal abilities to provide substantial assistance to the family, why would a wealthy family accept a college graduate who only knows how to watch dramas and research lipsticks every day? To be a free nanny?"

"Therefore, compared to gambling on the illusory prospect of 'marrying into a wealthy family,' which has an even lower probability than winning the lottery, changing one's destiny through education and taking control of one's own life and earning ability is the easiest and most reliable path in the world."

send.

Ten seconds later.

"A Running Snail" replied, his words conveying a sense of resolute determination, as if he had nothing to lose.

"Teacher Zhao, thank you! I really didn't expect to receive your second reply today. Your words were so sharp, but they really cleared away the fog in my mind!"

"Tomorrow morning at six, I'll go to the classroom and the library to reserve seats. From now on, the dorm will just be a hotel for me to go back to sleep. I might not be able to completely ignore their opinions right away, but I believe that if I put in the effort as you said, I will definitely receive a different kind of reward in three years!"

Zhao Shuyao smiled.

The way he addressed me as "Teacher Zhao" actually sounded quite pleasant.

Whether or not this girl can persevere to the end, at least at this moment, a seed of striving upwards has been planted.

"I believe you can do it," he replied finally. "Being able to recognize the harm of the environment so early and actively seek solutions shows that your future is definitely more than this. You will have a completely different life. Keep up the good work, and I'm always waiting for your good news."

After closing the chat window, I casually clicked on the private message sent by the official Toutiao account.

The message was quite long. The system indicated that the account "Northeastern University History Department Idle Person" had gained significant influence across the internet, and the official team invited him to sign an exclusive creator agreement, promising him the highest level of traffic support and a generous guaranteed income.

Zhao Shuyao glanced at it twice and then decisively clicked the red cross in the upper right corner.

Signing an exclusive deal now is tantamount to selling off his commercial value at a bargain price before it has fully materialized. Once the interview with the media airs, his worth will increase tenfold from the value of this agreement.

"What's the rush?"

After unplugging the computer, Zhao Shuyao got up to wash up, climbed into bed, and closed his eyes to rest.

The next day, early in the morning.

In March, the morning wind in Fengtian still carried a lingering chill.

Zhao Shuyao, wearing that gray tracksuit, jogged slowly along the red synthetic track of the East University playground.

As I finished the third lap, a tall figure appeared not far ahead, with a ponytail, a white windproof jacket, and black slim-fit sports pants that accentuated her shapely legs.

Gu Nanxi.

She seemed to have just finished a set of stretching exercises and was standing on the sidelines with her hands on her hips, adjusting her breathing. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around and her eyes lit up slightly.

"Hey, Zhao the Idler." Gu Nanxi straightened up and greeted him with a smile, her tone carrying a hint of familiar teasing. "Where did I see you yesterday? I thought you were too scared to go out because of all the online trolls, and you were hiding in your dorm room, isolating yourself."

Zhao Shuyao slowed his pace, walked to her side and stopped, calming his breathing.

"It's impossible for me to become autistic, it's impossible for me in this lifetime." Zhao Shuyao unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle in his hand, tilted his head back and took a sip, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I had some important business to take care of yesterday afternoon. I had to be interviewed by a media outlet, so I didn't come over this morning."

Zhao Shuyao capped the bottle, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "What's wrong, Miss Gu? You've been standing here for ages, waiting for me?"

Gu Nanxi immediately waved her hand, her ears burning slightly, but she quickly covered it up with an extremely natural attitude.

"Stop patting yourself on the back. Who's waiting for you?" Gu Nanxi rolled her eyes at him. "I just finished exercising and happened to be curious because I hadn't seen your very distinctive running style. What, are you giving a media interview? Which media outlet? Did you say anything inappropriate in front of the camera?"

Zhao Shuyao thought for a moment, then replied seriously, "No, I've always been an honest and upright person. I'm just telling the truth from my heart, and I wouldn't dare to say anything reckless in front of the media."

Gu Nanxi burst out laughing.

"You're just being sarcastic," Gu Nanxi said, covering her mouth. "You can logically shut people up in class, so why are you pretending to be an honest person now?"

The two stood on the sidelines chatting and laughing, creating an extremely harmonious atmosphere.

About ten meters behind them, on the steps of the stands, two girls who looked like freshmen were staring intently at them.

From the moment Zhao Shuyao appeared on the track, the two men's eyes never left him.

"It really is him! I've seen that video. He looked so cool swearing during the lecture. This profile is definitely him!" The short-haired girl excitedly grabbed her companion's sleeve, lowering her voice but unable to suppress her excitement.

The long-haired girl hesitated, shuffling her toes on the ground. "But he's chatting with a beautiful girl next to him. Wouldn't it be impolite to go over and bother him? What if he has a bad temper?"

"What are we afraid of? He's a living idol, the guiding light of our dorm!" The short-haired girl took a deep breath. "He's not even afraid of the old academic bullies, he must be a good person at heart. Let's go!"

Zhao Shuyao had just placed the mineral water bottle on the steps when he heard light, somewhat hurried footsteps behind him.

Turning around, he saw two slightly awkward girls standing a step away, their bright eyes staring at him.

"Um...excuse me, are you senior Zhao Shuyao?" The short-haired girl swallowed hard and asked with great courage.

Zhao Shuyao looked up, her face immediately switching to an extremely gentle smile, showing no sign of defensiveness: "Yes, it's me. What's up, junior sisters? Is there anything I can help you with?"

This highly refined and approachable question instantly shattered the two girls' initial awkwardness.

The short-haired girl blushed instantly, nodding repeatedly and speaking rapidly: "Senior Zhao Shuyao, I really like you so much, no, I admire you so much! Those long rebuttal posts you wrote online were so satisfying, they really slapped those big V's faces in the face!"

"Yes, yes, yes," the long-haired girl echoed, her voice trembling with excitement, "Can we take a picture with you? Just one."

Zhao Shuyao listened to the barrage of praise and turned to look at Gu Nanxi.

Gu Nanxi stood with her arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile, as if to say: Look, big star, your fangirl has arrived.

Zhao Shuyao turned back to the two girls, their faces full of expectation, and touched his nose in an extremely innocent yet humorous tone: "Of course you can, but am I that famous now? I can even get recognized while running on the track?"

"Of course." The other person nodded repeatedly, their eyes filled with adoration. "Our entire dorm idolizes you now. Your analysis of Ming and Qing history is truly amazing."

The short-haired girl, while holding up her phone to find the right angle, excitedly promised, "Senior, we'll definitely read more history in the future and never let those nihilists brainwash us!"

"That's right, you should read more books so your brain doesn't rust." Zhao Shuyao straightened up and made a gesture for the camera. "But taking pictures is fine, but remember not to put too much filter on me, or it will wear down my uprightness."

The two girls burst into laughter, and with a "click," the moment was captured. They then happily thanked her and left.

Watching their retreating figures, Gu Nanxi handed them a tissue.

"Your reputation is maxed out, senior," Gu Nanxi teased.

Zhao Shuyao wiped the sweat from his brow, his gaze gradually deepening. This was only the beginning; once the fire was lit, this battle, a tapestry woven with history and reality, would truly begin.