Chapter 99: A Great Uproar

"Good!!!"

A male student’s loud cheer suddenly rang out from the teaching building behind Cao Sheng, startling Cao Sheng, as well as the reporters and teachers on the scene.

Before Cao Sheng could react, cheers erupted one after another from the teaching building behind him, interspersed with the shrill cries of some female students.

"Cao Sheng! Well said!! Go for it!"

"Senior! Well done! Go for it! Give it your all!!"

"Junior! I love you!!"

"Cao Sheng! We support you! Don't be a coward! Scold those jealous old fogies to death!!!"

Lu Xiangwei and the other teachers were both annoyed and amused. Out of their duty as teachers, they turned around one after another to scold the students in the teaching building who were cheering.

Scolding from the teachers inside the building also drifted out.

But...

This wasn't elementary school, nor was it middle school; it was university!

How many well-behaved little lambs are there left in university?

If they give you face, they call you a teacher; if they don't, who do you think you are?

Moreover, the teachers who were scolding at this moment, though their tones seemed very stern, could not stop the smiles on their faces; their constantly upturned corners of the mouth were harder to suppress than the magazine of an AK.

Anyone who saw them would suspect that if they weren't teachers, they would likely be cheering along with everyone else.

Collective honor is something that is hard to feel in ordinary times.

But when an outsider bullies someone in your group, you instinctively feel uncomfortable in your heart and want to roll up your sleeves and beat the hell out of them.

Clearly, Cao Sheng being bullied by some famous writers and professors from the outside had ignited the collective sense of honor among the teachers and students.

It was just infuriating!

In the words of a certain senior student: "Damn! It’s hard enough for our school to produce a celebrity, and it’s hard enough for our school to get familiar in the eyes of the national public. I was even planning to brag about it when talking to people later! These old immortals come here to splash dirty water? Why don't they hurry up and die? I really want to tear their stinking mouths apart!"

The reporters dispersed, taking their full harvest and scurrying away.

They hadn't seen a celebrity as unyielding as Cao Sheng in a long time.

This style of snapping at whoever he caught, like a newborn calf not fearing the tiger, was exactly what they, as media people, liked most.

Because such celebrities have the most topicality and are the easiest to hype.

They are also the easiest to attract the public's attention.

Having just obtained so much explosive material from Cao Sheng, how could they possibly stay calm? Each and every one of them wanted to publish the material in their hands as quickly as possible.

Reporting earlier than other media meant attracting more attention.

News, after all, is about timeliness.

If you're slow, you'll miss out on even the freshest scraps.

On the plaza in front of the teaching building.

Lu Xiangwei and several teachers surrounded Cao Sheng.

A female teacher sighed with a bitter smile: "Cao Sheng, you are still too young! How could you attack those professors and writers like that in front of the media? This will destroy your image in the eyes of the public. Those who are scolding you are just hoping you will ruin your own image like this."

A male teacher chimed in: "That's the truth! Although I felt angry hearing those people's attacks on you, the more this happens, the more you should show your gentleness and humility! Whether you scold those professors and writers or not isn't actually important; what's important is that you must leave a good impression on the public and book fans who are following this news, so that they might support your future works!"

Another male teacher patted Cao Sheng on the back and said regretfully: "Cao Sheng! You fell for their trap! Once these media outlets report your words from just now, you will likely be labeled as 'rebellious,' 'disrespectful to seniors,' 'unruly,' and so on in the eyes of the public. Once such labels are stuck on you, it won't be easy to tear them off later!"

The more Lu Xiangwei listened, the tighter his brow furrowed. He couldn't help but reproach Cao Sheng as well, "I warned you just now, why are you still so unrestrained in your speech? You are usually quite steady! Why did you eat gunpowder today? Do you know who those people you mocked are? They are either big writers or big professors. How come I never noticed you were this bold before?"

Cao Sheng knew these teachers were all well-intentioned.

Therefore, listening to their complaints and reproaches, he didn't get angry and even kept a smiling face.

But in his heart, he did not regret the words he had just spoken.

Will those words of mine just now cause the public to have a bad impression of me? Will it affect the sales of my works?

He didn't think so.

In life, he is accustomed to keeping a low profile.

But in his career, what he has always wanted is to display his edge.

In the past, his works were his sword, and he used his works to display his edge.

Now, he himself has become famous, so he has also become a part of this sword.

When one sword meets another, is it useful to hide one's clumsiness and restrain one's edge?

His choice is to fight it out.

If you have the ability, cut me down! If you don't, then become a ghost under my sword and serve as my stepping stone!

No one likes a sword without an edge.

Don't talk to me about "a heavy sword has no edge, great skill is not crafted."

That is a legendary realm; not everyone can pick up such a heavy sword.

What he needs to be now is a sword with a sharp, exposed edge.

He will cut down every opponent who dares to provoke him one by one. Anyway, his works have already won in terms of sales, and the rest is just a war of words.

Since he hasn't lost in work sales, should he admit defeat with his mouth?

So what if he leaves the public with labels like "rebellious" or "unruly"?

These labels are what the middle-aged and elderly dislike.

But they are what young people like.

What a coincidence! The target audience for his works is mainly young people.

Therefore, he showed no mercy in snapping back at those so-called writers and professors.

He only regretted that his literary talent wasn't enough, and the intensity of his retort was still lacking a bit of heat.

Cao Sheng, who felt his literary talent was insufficient and his retort lacked heat, did not realize how much of an ideological shock his words to the media today had caused to the public and the professors and writers he had retorted against.

That morning, some online media outlets were the first to post his remarks on the internet.

The headlines were more eye-catching than the last.

"Zhongyuan Yidianhui: Famous writer Gongyang Buyu? Never heard of him!"

"Zhongyuan Yidianhui: Please don't casually crown people with the title of 'famous writer'!"

"Cao Sheng: Shuren, please recognize Zhou Shuren, beware of fakes and shoddy goods!"

"Zhongyuan Yidianhui: Should Professor Wang be the one to talk about becoming famous, making money, and living with a flight attendant?"

"Genius Writer: If you're getting on in years, you should care more about your blood pressure, blood sugar, and blood lipids, and mind your own business less!"

"Cao Sheng: 'I will enjoy the blessings, and I will bear the disasters'!"

"Zhongyuan Yidianhui says the eyes of the masses are sharp! Who do famous writers and professors think they are?"

"Sales King Cao Sheng says: If what they write is truly good currency, their sales should naturally be higher than mine!"

Let's not mention how the writers and professors who were retorted against felt.

Let's just talk about how the netizens felt when they saw this news.

—Stupefied, dumbfounded, eyes lighting up, laughing out loud, exclaiming how exciting it was...

And other reactions, too numerous to list.

Regardless of whether they had read Cao Sheng's works or not, everyone who saw this news had their horizons broadened and left a deep impression of Cao Sheng, Zhongyuan Yidianhui, and *Days of Living with a Flight Attendant*.

Perhaps when they are gray-haired and recalling their youth, they will still remember that there was once a young writer named Zhongyuan Yidianhui who retorted against the veteran writers and professors who dared to criticize him, leaving them disgraced and without a shred of dignity.

They might even think of a phrase: "This kid doesn't play by the rules of martial arts!"