Rebirth: How A Loser Became A Prince Charming

"How could a website full of false news fool us for so long?"

That post was in the social comments section.

"The true story about Qin Guan, the King of Advertisements, with photos. XX, XXX, and XX attracted users with false news."

That post was in the gossip section.

Suddenly, they were seen by internet users.

"Oh! He’s a good boy and a straight-A student. I wonder if his girlfriend is sad about those news."

"Yes, it must be annoying. I’d be very sad if my boyfriend was having an affair."

"Actually, they were childhood sweethearts. It’s rumored that Qin Guan refused a beautiful girl’s affection without hesitation while in college."

Poor Huang Jiajia...

"Really? Those websites are so evil!"

The voices supporting Qin Guan were getting louder and louder. Some talented people with time on their hands started to make a chart of the different news about Qin Guan.

Finally, they read the news on Soulang, which clarified the truth and told the story from beginning to end.

Those websites had been fabricating news and attracting users by posting fake photos!

The fighters on the Haijiao Forum were excited. Those radicals were famous for fighting demons and defending moral principles.

They could start a fierce battle over a trifle, let alone over getting the hottest news.

They knew the truth, so they had to fight!

The battle started on the Haijiao Forum and quickly spread to the other websites.

Their first aim was Jiulang. Plenty of Haijiaoers flocked in and gathered under the post about Kyoko and Qin Guan’s affair.

Using temporary IDs, they occupied the whole comment area and gradually took control of the entire entertainment section.

The Jiulang website administrator was sleeping in his office, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

By the time he woke up from his nap, the whole page had collapsed.

He typed on his keyboard, his heart in his mouth, but it was too late.

One after the other, all the websites except Soulang crashed.

The administrator of Wangnan was confident though. They had bought the largest server in the market that year. He wasn’t afraid of those internet mobs.

As expected, the Haijiao Army met its first obstacle there.

Posts were refreshed rapidly, but the function of the server was still unobstructed. As the fighters were discussing a counterplan, the administrator suddenly jumped up with wild eyes. He looked like he had been stamped on the tail.

The homepage had fallen into enemy hands. All the links had disappeared, leaving only a warning in black and white: Defending Qin Guan is our life-long career!

It had to be someone superior. The director wiped the sweat off his forehead. The technicians worked really hard, but failed to restore the homepage.

"What should we do?"

The director gritted his teeth. "We can only report this to the boss."

Many people lost sleep that night.

Qin Guan spent the day in bed, but Sister Xue informed him about the incident.

He watched the drama online with keen pleasure, eating chicken legs and noodles at the same time.

When Wangnan collapsed, his phone rang.

It was Cong Nianwei. Qin Guan had texted her one hour earlier, but she had been at a lecture at the time.

Her sweet voice improved his mood.

Liu Xiaoyang, who had a chicken wing in his mouth, was shocked by Qin Guan’s expression. The wing fell into his bowl, covering his face in soup.

"Did Wangnan really collapse, Qin Guan?"

"Yes, but how do you know?"

"It’s evening and I’m in my dormitory. You forget that QH is full of talented students. They could get information on all your family members with just one IP. I’m a goddess here, so lots of strangers are eager to help me. I don’t even need to ask them."

I should be happy that my girlfriend is so popular, but...

Qin Guan nearly burst into tears. Thank god I didn’t betray her, or I’d die in countless strange high-tech ways.

His heart still fluttering in fear, Qin Guan hung up. It’s late, I should go to bed.

He fell asleep soon, but some deeply troubled people were working overnight, the phones in their offices ringing again and again. They were discussing countermeasures.

"We have free speech. What shall we do?" the staff members said one after the other.

"In my opinion, we should remove the articles. Without a target, they’d have no reason to keep attacking us."

"Shall we make a statement after removing them though? What if they attack other sections? Just think about Wangnan’s fate."

"We can ask the PR department to make a written statement, telling them we have already dismissed the reporter."

"Good idea. Remove the articles first. Then keep observing."

They took urgent action as more and more users gathered on the Haijiao Forum like a rolling snowball. The Haijiao administrator was confused as well.

He knew the server well enough. With such a large flow, their own page would collapse soon. It was because of those fighters. They had attracted curious users from the websites that were under attack.