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

Zhao Shuyao sat in his gaming chair, his gaze returning from the last line of Gao Xiaosong's thousand-word article. He took his finger off the mouse, not immediately creating a new document to respond to this public intellectual holding a folding fan.

I understand the current public opinion situation.

This is a classic example of a two-pronged attack. In his lengthy article, gxs uses flowery language and grand, nihilistic concepts to deconstruct his academic foundation, attempting to strip him of his voice at the elite level.

The diva, on the other hand, used her enormous fan base in the entertainment industry to label him and use passive-aggressive tactics to define him as a clown from a public perspective.

If we don't first shut down the noise created by the entertainment industry, even the most rigorous academic research will be drowned out by tens of thousands of fans controlling the comments tomorrow.

Zhao Shuyao stood up, walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, took out a clean white shirt and put it on. He straightened his collar, walked to the desk, pulled over a metal phone holder, and fixed it to the edge of the desk.

Insert your phone into the holder slot, open the camera app, and switch to the front-facing camera.

The screen showed a young man with regular features and an extremely calm demeanor.

Zhao Shuyao pulled out a chair and sat down again. He slightly adjusted the angle of the lamp to make the light shine evenly on his face and avoid creating shadows. He cleared his throat, leaned back slightly, and adopted an absolutely relaxed posture.

Tap the red record button, and the countdown numbers will start to jump.

three.

two.

One.

"Hello comrades, I am Zhao Shuyao."

Zhao Shuyao gave the camera an extremely gentle and friendly smile, his voice steady and clear, without any sense of haste.

"I went online today and found two unexpected things. I didn't expect that two big names who are rarely seen would cross over and comment on several of my videos."

Interlace your fingers on your hands on the table and let your shoulders relax naturally.

"To be honest, I was very flattered when I saw the notification, but after watching the full responses and interview videos of these two seniors, I was very disappointed."

Zhao Shuyao deliberately paused for two seconds, giving the audience time to process the information.

"As for where this feeling of disappointment comes from, I will take a few minutes of your time to explain it to you one by one."

He tilted his body forward at a slight angle, looking directly at the center of the camera lens.

"First, let's talk about that very famous diva. In a backstage interview, she described me as someone who has no bottom line and is just trying to attract attention."

At this point, a clear smile flashed in Zhao Shuyao's eyes.

"In response, I must state that I personally do not take such comments to heart at all. After all, we are cultured people who have read several books. When faced with criticism, cultured people should first and foremost have the composure that cultured people should possess, right?"

Release your hands and open your palms.

"I can't possibly argue with someone who didn't even graduate from junior high about the proper use of vocabulary, can I?"

This single sentence instantly raised the pace of the entire video. Without using any extreme vocabulary, it simply stated a historical fact that had been deliberately ignored by the public in an extremely calm manner.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Shuyao followed up with logic, cutting off any way for the other party to refute.

"Of course, I must solemnly declare to everyone in front of the screen that I personally have no discrimination against academic qualifications, because I firmly believe that cultural literacy and a piece of paper cannot be completely equated. Many older people do not have high academic qualifications, but they possess extremely dazzling wisdom."

Then he changed the subject, his tone carrying a hint of helpless regret.

"However, judging solely from the lyrics this diva has published over the past decade or so, and the logic of her statements in various public occasions, I can say with absolute certainty and responsibility that it is extremely fair to equate her educational level with her junior high school education."

Zhao Shuyao leaned back in his chair, a polite smile still on his lips.

"Therefore, I am not at all surprised that someone with such a level of education cannot understand the logic of agricultural taxes, economic collapse, and border united front work that I listed in my previous videos."

"After all, those who have been watching my videos and reading my articles for a long time generally have a certain level of reading comprehension and historical logic. It's perfectly normal that she doesn't understand my stuff, and it's even entirely within my expectations."

This series of moves, without using any vulgar language, directly stripped the other party of their superior right to criticize from the root.

Zhao Shuyao interlaced his fingers again, his expression turning serious.

"I don't laugh at anyone for lacking culture; I'm willing to popularize science. However, it's extremely rude of you to pretend to know what you don't, or even to make irresponsible comments about extremely serious academic issues in our cultural circle."

"It's like how I've never commented on your off-key singing or the shallowness of your lyrics during your concerts, because as I just said, I've always maintained the greatest tolerance for people like you."

He raised his right index finger and gently tapped the table.

"As for your statement in the interview, 'Every dynasty has its merits and contributions,' from a dialectical perspective, I completely agree with that statement."

Zhao Shuyao's smile deepened, but his eyes became extremely sharp.

"If I have the opportunity, and if there is a suitable platform, I would very much like to give you a proper lesson in person and show you what exactly the 'good points' you mentioned are."

"Based on my personal review of numerous local chronicles and financial records, the greatest contribution your ancestors, the Manchu Qing dynasty, made to this land was to vividly demonstrate to future generations what absolutely cannot be done."

Zhao Shuyao slowed down his speech slightly, but his pronunciation was extremely clear.

"They told us that we must never sever the future of tens of millions of people for the private interests of one family or clan; they told us how humiliating it would be to be closed off from the world and to isolate ourselves from the world; they demonstrated in an extremely comprehensive manner all the detours and all the worst choices that a large country could take."

"What they left us is a historical warning that must be engraved in our bones. This is their only contribution and their greatest merit in the past two hundred years."

After finishing his statement, Zhao Shuyao didn't dwell on the topic any further, as saying anything more would be a waste of resources.

That's all I'll say in response to your emotional comments about me.

Zhao Shuyao reached out to press the stop button.

He stopped just as his fingertips touched the screen, withdrew his hand, and looked back at the camera.

"Before I shut down, let me say one more thing. To truly improve your cultural appreciation, I have a very sincere suggestion: listen to the works of the Western singer I recommended in the comments section."

A mischievous glint flashed in Zhao Shuyao's eyes.

"His lyrics contain life, the desert, and real ordinary people. I believe that as long as you put aside your prejudices and listen carefully, your cultural level and aesthetic appreciation will definitely improve very quickly."

After delivering that decisive blow, Zhao Shuyao showed no hesitation and immediately pressed the stop recording button.

The video has been saved.

Zhao Shuyao unplugged his phone, connected it to his computer with a data cable, and exported the video file to his desktop. He opened the video editing software and dragged the footage into the timeline.

The speech recognition-to-text function of this era was extremely rudimentary, with an absurdly high error rate. Zhao Shuyao simply gave up on automatic recognition, put on headphones, and created a new subtitle track.

He had to add extremely precise subtitles to the video, not only to accommodate viewers who couldn't easily play audio aloud, but also to ensure that the logical emphasis of every word and phrase could be directly conveyed to the audience in written form.

Fingers tap rapidly on the keyboard.

Play, pause, lip-sync, and type.

"Hello comrades, I am Zhao Shuyao."

He meticulously checked the timeline of every single sentence. This required a tremendous amount of effort, but he enjoyed it immensely. In cultural clashes, any slight flaw in a detail could become a point of attack.

Occasionally, the sounds of other students walking and chatting could be heard in the corridor outside the dormitory. Zhao Shuyao focused on the screen, repeatedly scrolling through the timeline.

More than an hour later, the last line of text appeared: "We believe your cultural level will improve very quickly."

Inspection complete.

Click Render Export.

Once the progress bar reaches 100%, an MP4 file with clear bilingual subtitles appears on the desktop.

Zhao Shuyao switched back to his browser, entered the Toutiao creator backend, clicked to upload a video, and while waiting for the video to be transcoded and approved, he put his hands on the keyboard and began to write the dynamic text for the post.

He typed the first line.

"I just spent some time learning how to add subtitles, because I can't let everyone not be able to hear what I'm saying, so it took a little time. Now it's officially released."

An extremely down-to-earth and honest opening line.

He then pressed Enter to start a new paragraph.

This time, he didn't mention the diva again, but instead typed an "@" symbol and accurately selected the account with millions of followers—gxs—from the pop-up list of related users.

Seeing those three words turn into a blue hyperlink, Zhao Shuyao's lips curled up as he typed the last paragraph.

"@Teacher A. It is indeed quite late today, and I'm a bit tired after finishing the subtitles, so I won't refute your thousand-word article sentence by sentence for now."

The pressure of the fingers striking the keyboard increased slightly.

"But I assure you, by noon tomorrow, I will give a very detailed response to your so-called 'historical perspective' and 'big picture' in your article. Everyone should get some rest."

Click Publish.

The page refreshed, and the video status displayed as "Approved and published".

Zhao Shuyao picked up the thermos on the table, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of the already slightly cooled boiled water.

Leaning back in my chair, I looked at my account profile on the screen. The newly released video cover was sitting there quietly.

This bomb, cloaked in the guise of cultural literacy, has been officially dropped into this murky pool controlled by capital and fandoms. Even without looking at the comments section, one can predict the kind of complete frenzy and earthquake that will sweep across the entire internet in the next few hours.