Wang Ye was astonished to find that the video of slicing cucumbers with playing cards had fermented overnight, garnering an impressive 50,000 likes. Meanwhile, the previous video of a toothpick piercing an apple soared to 200,000 likes.
The notifications of likes and comments in the background were refreshing at a crazy speed of one per second.
[Can playing cards really have such lethal power?]
[Damn, a shiver ran down there! Why, blogger, why cut a cucumber of all things?]
[What brand of playing cards is the blogger using? They're so hard!]
[It's not the playing cards that are hard; the blogger's strength is immense. Ever heard of the ancient skill of flying flowers and picking leaves? By harnessing inner strength, one can turn soft flying leaves into deadly weapons.]
[@Heart Cold, look, a martial arts master!]
[Came from the previous video, is the blogger specializing in hidden weaponry?]
[No way, the blogger's first video was breaking bricks, though its traffic was a bit bleak. Still, you can tell he's an all-rounder.]
[Blogger, release a tutorial!]
[Blogger, release a tutorial! +1]
[Blogger, release a tutorial! +2]
[Blogger, release a tutorial! +3]
...
"As expected, replicating the first viral video is the way to maintain the traffic!"
After reading the video comments, Wang Ye once again confirmed his thinking.
He planned to go to the abandoned building in the afternoon to shoot two more videos, releasing them at different times to stabilize the current traffic.
As for the content of the videos, he needed to think it over carefully.
Wang Ye sat there thinking for quite a while but came up with nothing.
"Forget it, I'll go for a run to find some inspiration."
He put on his running gear and went downstairs to Longjiang Park for a ten-kilometer run.
Given that Wang Ye had been running at Longjiang Park frequently these days, and his running pace was extraordinarily fast, he quickly left numerous runners behind. Now in the running community of the Longjiang District, Wang Ye was almost a well-known running enthusiast.
Many runners, including Ye Yunyan, often sent him private messages inviting him to group runs, but Wang Ye declined them all.
Because for him, group running had no practical meaning.
At Wang Ye's current level, running with this group of enthusiasts was easier than walking.
But too much ease is not easy; it's torture. Running with others would slow down his progress and hinder his skill level-up plan, which was more unbearable than anything.
Besides.
While running in Longjiang Park, Wang Ye often saw strangers pointing cameras at him.
He didn't like the feeling of being secretly filmed.
So, Wang Ye had been running more frequently on country roads lately.
After finishing his run.
Wang Ye casually found a restaurant at a mall beside Longjiang Park to have lunch.
Then, he directly headed to a supermarket to start selecting materials for his video shoot.
Wang Ye wandered around the supermarket for about half an hour, casually picking some pencils, over a dozen glass marbles, several paperclips. A kilo of red dates, a kilo of apples...
In short, he bought a bit of everything related to throwing tools.
Finally, at the checkout counter, he only spent forty yuan.
With a bag of purchased items, Wang Ye headed towards the direction of an abandoned building two kilometers away.
...
On the way to the abandoned building.
Wang Ye suddenly saw a familiar figure on the street.
The figure was somewhat stout and short, approximately weighing over 200 pounds, dressed in a casual beach shirt, seemingly strolling leisurely.
"Hey... isn't that Leader Zhao?"
Wang Ye immediately recognized the person.
Some time ago, his overwork illness was more than seventy percent caused by this Leader Zhao.
This individual had a knack for overloading employees with work, continually brainwashing them with promises of training and growth. Since Wang Ye's work ability was quite good and boss-favored, he had been oppressed for a long time, often scolded for trivial matters, putting enormous pressure on him.
Over the years, Wang Ye's resentment toward this team leader had piled up to a somewhat unhealthy degree.
Wang Ye remembered clearly that the night he fell ill was because this bastard forcibly dumped a ton of work on him, and long-term subhealth combined with staying up too late led to him collapsing completely.
After hospitalization, Leader Zhao never once visited him.
"Zhao, I've put up with you for a long time..." Wang Ye slowed his pace, maintaining a distance of over ten meters behind Leader Zhao.
His eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of crimson.
In his hand, a glass marble had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
"From this position, it could fracture his knuckle, but shattering a bone would at least be a level-nine disability, and it's not worth getting into criminal trouble."
"Just a little lesson will do."
Wang Ye's wrist suddenly exerted force.
The marble shot out like a bullet, becoming a blur, striking Leader Zhao's ankle.
Subsequently, Wang Ye casually pocketed one hand and quietly activated his master-level walking skill, silently leaving the scene.
Thunk!!
Simultaneously, Leader Zhao, struck by the marble, staggered and twisted his ankle, falling to the ground, with his elbow, forehead, and other parts getting scraped and bloody.
Ouch ouch...
He cried out in pain, sitting on the ground for quite a while. Seeing no one around, he thought he had lost his balance and fell. Then he awkwardly got up and limped to the nearest clinic.
On the other side.
Wang Ye, having vented his anger, felt mentally clearer than ever.
It was as if any obstacle ahead had dissipated into thin air.
He hummed a little tune, jogging and hopping all the way to the abandoned building area.
Entering the abandoned building.
Wang Ye dumped out the throwing tools he had bought from his canvas bag and began practicing his throwing skill level.
Until four in the afternoon.
The entire afternoon.
Wang Ye repeatedly practiced throwing skills in the abandoned building.
He tried countless throwing tools.
From nails to pencils, from fruit pits to sunflower seeds...
Almost anything that could be thrown, Wang Ye tried it once and practiced those with potential destructive power to a proficient level.
Aside from just shooting videos, he wanted to ensure that in unexpected emergency situations in the future, he could promptly use his throwing skills to protect himself.
After mastering these throwing tools.
Wang Ye picked [pencils] and [fruit pits] which had more dramatic effects as the themes for today's videos. He then spent about an hour to finish shooting the material for the two videos. Taking it home, he edited them on the computer and released the finished videos.
...
Around 5:30.
Wang Ye rented a shared bike and prepared to ride to the meeting point arranged by Yi Tian.
The meeting point Yi Tian provided was a street food night market called Fuying Street, only one or two kilometers from Wang Ye's residential area.