light, short, scattered

Chapter 72 "Glory Silver" Part [-]

It's me, I can scare the tram maniac with just one look.

It was me who lifted up hundreds of elderly people who fell to the ground without hesitation.

It’s me who goes deep into the countryside to take care of the children’s future.

It's me who can single-handedly rescue the people affected by the disaster.

It’s me who can guide the country and lead the country to prosperity.

The hope of the people, the future of the country, and the flowers of the motherland are all me.

Everyone is waiting for the moment when I show my strength.

I slowly pressed the power button and wiped the keyboard.

. . .

"At first glance, it looks like lip-syncing. Are you chasing stars without any brains?" I sent.

In less than five seconds, a row of comments appeared underneath me.

They all scolded me, but I didn't care at all.

I look at these achievements with great pride.

I casually scanned one of the comments and specifically checked the other person's ID.

"Hahaha, what an idiot. Go back and read more. Have you graduated from elementary school? It's not easy to curse, but you still come out to bark." I typed on the keyboard and cursed.

Yes, I am a keyboard warrior.

I refreshed the homepage again, and a video of school violence appeared at the top of the list.

I didn't watch the video at all and clicked on the comment.

"How do you know if the child who was beaten also has a problem? Otherwise, why would other children beat him?" I sent it again.

In less than ten seconds, all kinds of abuse appeared in the comments.

A comment appeared in the private message: Are you having a mental problem?

I took a look at the profile picture and it turned out to be a girl.

I immediately clicked on her blog and flipped through her photo albums.

It was determined that she looked like a very ordinary girl.

But there is a big black mole on the face, although it is not very obvious.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of my mouth, and I switched back to the private chat window and sent: "I don't know if I'm sick or not. Why are you so ugly and you have the nerve to criticize me? Look at the mole on your face. The hair has grown. .”

I was thinking about how the other party would respond, and I thought the other party was trying their best to organize their words.

But all my ID information is hidden. This is the most basic quality of a keyboard warrior.

The other person can't comment on me at all, and I will hit back at every question the other person asks.

I opened the girl's photo again and saw her dog.

It's a teddy.

I switched back to the private chat interface again and sent: "Your dog is fine every day, and your sheets and pillows can't escape."

After sending these, I clicked on the first sentence the other party said about me and right-clicked to report.

Check the box on the report form for insulting others, and then click Report.

I put my right hand into the potato chip bag in front of me, took out the potato chips and ate them.

I looked at the rising numbers under my comments with inexplicable excitement.

At this time, a fan actually popped up in the upper right corner.

I think about myself when I first started using social networking sites.

Be careful and think about a lot of words under the comment.But there was no reward at all, and no one liked it after waiting for a long time.

On the contrary, underneath those anti-human views, there are many people's comments.

Although these comments are all negative, at least there are comments.

Looking at the first comment: You are a keyboard warrior.

I switched back to the ID I had been running for half a year, and there were only a dozen fans on it.

I typed the words Keyboard Warrior into the search bar and clicked search.

The knowledge I gained later made me admire and fear these three words.

I immediately searched: How to become a keyboard warrior.

1. Be absolutely sure that it has nothing to do with yourself.

2. Spray the opponent to death, spray hard.

3. No matter how the other party explains it, just curse. 4. Buy yourself a good keyboard, otherwise it will not be worthy of the word "Xia".

. . .

I wiped my keyboard and started this path of no return.

At first I would also get trolled by others.

I started hiding my profile and using a plain black profile picture.

Change your ID to: Passerby A.

A few simple words in the introduction: The keyboard warrior around you.

Begin to hone your ability to greet each other's relatives from the mother's side and above cordially.

Begin to be able to associate the most uncomfortable things of the other party from simple pictures and words.

They even use gender, race, and region to criticize the cause of the incident.

I slowly became more and more powerful and skilled.

Every comment I make gets countless responses, all negative but I'm happy.

I even started joining some keyboard warrior discussion groups.

I slowly made a name for myself in this circle.

Anyone who knows my ID as Passerby A will call me Brother Lu.

And my real name happens to be Luqiao.

My fans are also increasing, from the original dozen to dozens.

Hundreds and thousands followed, even tens of thousands since that incident.

I don’t know why these people joined me, maybe they were conquered by me.

As for that incident, it was in the largest keyboard warrior communication group last month.

The group leader suddenly said that he would quit because his child was born.

The group owner decided to change his identity and no longer interact with social networks.

The group leader thought about it and contacted me privately again and again and forwarded his group leader to me.

And I also became the group leader of this communication group with the largest number of keyboard warriors in China.

Thirteen communication groups with 2000 people, and an administrator group with 13 people.

. . .

I have accepted and managed these groups for over a month now.

As last month started, I started getting some weird emails for no apparent reason.

It's a picture, and it's all in English.

Because it’s not text that can’t be imported into the translation software, and my English is not above CET-[-] and I can’t understand the text above.

The picture is handwritten and the handwriting is so sloppy that it is impossible to translate.It takes a long time to identify it with the naked eye, which is a headache.

I never cared about it until the emails were sent more and more frequently.

From one piece a few days to one piece a day.

Then it became two a day, and then appeared from time to time throughout the day.

Finally, when the frequency reached once every three or four hours, I finally got impatient and took a closer look.

The content of these pictures and texts seemed to be different, but when I looked carefully.

Suddenly another email popped up. Since it was text, it only had a few sentences.

I sent the text to the translator and looked at the text above and my whole body shivered.

It read: Mr. Luqiao, since you don’t answer, I will come to you right away.

I broke out in a cold sweat and looked at dozens of emails at a loss.

Why does he know my name?I obviously hide my identity so well.

And what do these emails mean?

I just thought about sending these emails to friends who know English to translate them.

But I found that I had no friends at all, so I could only type out the words bit by bit and translate them into text.

When I was just about to figure out what to do, there was a knock on the door of my rental house.

It was a gentle but continuous tapping, not at all like a landlord trying to collect a debt.

Cold sweat began to break out on my back, but the banging sound didn't stop.

(End of this chapter)