Chapter 11: I can tell you're a ** loser at first glance!

As the Mercedes sedan stopped in the courtyard of the villa, Zhang Heben hurriedly jumped out, shouting, "I'll go check if anyone is cursing Tang Zhong—"

She was beaming and bouncing around, showing no concern for her comrades and teammates.

Bai Su felt rather awkward and said to Tang Zhong with a bit of embarrassment, "Heben is just like that—actually not a bad person. Don't take it to heart."

"How could I? If I had to argue about everything, how could I even live?"

"—" Bai Su felt her comfort was unnecessary.

This guy, with his thick skin and strong mental resilience, how could he take such a small matter to heart?

Besides, who argues about everything?

Who wakes up at six every morning to exercise, disturbing everyone's sleep? If everyone argued with him, wouldn't they have already chopped him up and stewed him with yams?

"Xiaoxin, don't worry. It'll be fine. Trust me. I'm a professional. You have to trust my expertise." Ken emerged from the car and gently patted Tang Zhong's shoulder.

When Tang Zhong turned to look, Ken was scared and took a few steps back, as if Tang Zhong would strangle him in a fit of anger.

Tang Zhong shook his head helplessly. It seemed that getting this guy to change his nickname wasn't going to be easy.

"Ah, come and look." Zhang Heben's voice of surprise echoed from the living room.

Everyone quickly went inside and saw Zhang Heben sitting on a high stool by the window, holding a small Apple laptop in her arms.

Zhang Heben waved at the people entering, her face flushed with excitement, and shouted, "Come and look. So many people are cursing Tang Zhong."

"—" Tang Zhong almost fell to the ground. Cursing me isn't praising me, do you need to be so happy?

Bai Su walked over with a serious expression, took the laptop from Zhang Heben, and placed it on the wooden bar, then opened a news article.

"Butterfly Duo Endorses MIFU, Tang Xin Kicks Away Fans—"

"Damn." Bai Su cursed.

Then, she quickly closed the news and opened a video.

"Butterfly Duo Endorsement Event Causes Uproar, Tang Xin Kicks Away Enthusiastic Fans—What's Really Going On? Listen to the Editor's Explanation."

After watching the video, Bai Su's expression became even more grim. "These unscrupulous journalists, they just want to stir up trouble—they don't bother to find the truth, just publish their guesses as news. It's despicable."

"Exactly. Cursing Tang Zhong is one thing, but they also cursed me and Echo." Zhang Heben said unhappily.

The Butterfly Duo is a 'group,' and the netizens misled by the news articles and videos not only cursed 'Tang Xin' but also the other two members of the Butterfly Duo—this made Tang Zhong feel that there was still 'fairness' in the world.

"Bad people. All bad people." Ken stomped his feet in anger, his beautiful big eyes turning red. "How can they bully our Xiaoxin like this? Su, you should call Mr. Liu right away and get him to release the truth of the video."

Bai Su shook her head and said, "It won't work."

"Why won't it work?" Ken asked angrily.

"Because—until now, no report has revealed the truth, which shows that MIFU is happy to see the incident escalate. The bigger the incident, the higher their brand recognition."

"But isn't that damaging their brand image?" Heben asked innocently.

"This damage is only temporary." Bai Su explained. "The audience, misled by the journalists' reports, will attack the Butterfly Duo and the clothing brand you endorsed—even threaten to refuse to buy any MIFU clothes. But when MIFU releases the video of the scene, will people still think the same?"

"So—do we do nothing now?" Tang Zhong asked.

"Yes." Bai Su nodded firmly. "The more they curse now, the more apologetic they will be when they learn the truth. That's how hardcore fans are made. The more they curse MIFU, the more likely they are to become loyal MIFU users—this is a win-win."

"—"

Tang Zhong now understood why the Butterfly Duo, with such a strange image, could become popular. With such a smart and capable professional agent, even if the three of them were all fools, they could be packaged into three popular fools.

Not to mention that Tang Xin was a very smart girl.

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Jeans, plaid shirt, canvas shoes, old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and a baseball cap with a low brim.

No one would associate this quiet, introverted boy with the recently very popular Butterfly Duo. They seemed like people from two different worlds.

The streets were bustling with traffic and people.

Welcoming and sending off, with loving parents.

Today was the day for new students to register at Nan University, so the school was abnormally lively. Many departments had banners welcoming new students, and loudspeakers were shouting slogans like "Economics and Management freshmen gather here" or "Literature students, please follow me"—students from all over the country were about to enter this famous university in China.

The entrance to the university road was already closed, and private cars were not allowed to enter. Therefore, many parents carried large and small bags to help their children register. Some came alone, some in pairs, and some in groups of four or five—

Tang Zhong even saw a group of more than ten people escorting one person to register. Based on their expressions, postures, and the weight of the items they carried, Tang Zhong guessed it was the parents, grandparents, a driver, a secretary, and two nannies—there was a pretty girl who looked like a doll, holding a stuffed toy, looking around with delight and curiosity.

When their eyes met, she wrinkled her nose and let out a light "hmm."

Tang Zhong squinted and smiled. Her reaction was to wave the stuffed toy at him—whether it was to show off or to intimidate, he wasn't sure.

"Nan University." Tang Zhong stood at the ancient and heavy granite gate, looking at the school's sign with a sense of awe.

Tang Xin had studied here for two years and still maintained her enrollment at Nan University.

The cherry blossoms she wrote about in her diary, the chicken leg rice at the third canteen, the tennis court she often visited, the guitar-playing suitor, and the girl named Susan—were they all doing well?

"Everything will have an answer." Tang Zhong said. Because he was here, about to integrate into this small society.

He carried the slightly old-fashioned canvas bag he brought from Henshan Prison and walked into the school.

He was studying psychology, a rather obscure major.

He was a child who grew up in prison. Each time he returned from school, it felt like coming home.

Outside, the prisoners were fierce and everyone wanted to beat them. But in prison, they showed another side.

Some death row inmates were terrified and refused to eat or drink, even praying and crying in repentance before their execution. Some would grab Tang Zhong's hand and ask if there was a next life and if they could be good people. Some would shout that they would be heroes again in eighteen years, but when the moment came, they would soil themselves and have to tie their pants legs to die cleanly and decently—Tang Zhong had communicated with them, but still couldn't understand their psychological changes.

He wanted to understand the minds of these criminals. He wanted to find an answer.

Fortunately, the bearded man did not interfere at all.

Without asking for directions, he wandered around with his bag.

It was his first time at Nan University, and he could take the opportunity to familiarize himself with the campus. Besides, the scenery at Nan University was really nice.

The enthusiastic welcome from the seniors and the sweat on their foreheads, the confusion and joy on the freshmen's faces, and the proud expressions on the parents' faces were the most beautiful scenery.

Seeing the red banner for the "Nan University Psychology Department New Student Registration" not far away, Tang Zhong was somewhat surprised.

He knew psychology was a relatively obscure major, but he didn't expect it to be this obscure.

At the banners of other departments, students and their parents were crowded. But under the psychology department's banner, the two responsible for welcoming new students were dozing off.

Tang Zhong walked over, knocked on the table, and said, "Hello, I'm here to register."

A guy with messy hair like an upside-down bird's nest and black-rimmed glasses lifted his head groggily. He squinted at Tang Zhong for a few seconds, then wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and said, "Admission notice."

Tang Zhong took out the admission notice from his pocket and handed it over. Seeing the puddle of drool on the table, he knew the guy had been sleeping for a while.

The guy didn't open Tang Zhong's admission notice but instead looked him up and down.

Tang Zhong's heart tightened. Could this guy recognize him?

"Let me guess. Let me guess." The guy muttered. "Levi's plaid shirt and jeans, shoes are Converse—of course, they're knockoffs."

"High myopia glasses, clearly from reading too many novels online and playing too many games. Thick calluses on your palms, from using a mouse. The baseball cap is to hide your unwashed hair for days, and the low brim shows you don't like meeting people—from another angle, it also shows you lack confidence."

"Most importantly, your posture. You're not standing with your feet parallel, which represents confidence, nor are you standing with your feet crossed, which represents insecurity. Instead, you're standing with one foot forward and one foot back—your body is loose and relaxed, as if you're not paying attention."

Slap!

The guy slapped the table, waking up his sleeping companion.

His eyes sparkled, and he said excitedly, "I can tell you're a ** loser at first glance."

PS: Old Liu slapped the table and shouted, "I can tell who hasn't voted for the red ticket at first glance!!"

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