After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 1040 - : How Dare You Drag Si Fuqing Down? (2)
Chapter 1040: How Dare You Drag Si Fuqing Down? (2)
Si Fuqing’s fans were speechless.
What should they do when their idol never forgets to make money, no matter the situation?
Song Wenhua’s fans, on the other hand, were furious.
[Who bought you the trending spot? You’re always trending! What do you mean by subtly mocking our Wenhua?]
[The marketing accounts did this! Why would Wenhua buy a trending spot just to slander herself?]
[I can’t believe Si Fuqing would stoop so low. It was just a fan argument, but now that she’s involved, it’s so ungraceful.]
Meanwhile, Song Wenhua, who was also watching the livestream, was a bundle of nerves, her palms slick with sweat.
Beside her, the agent’s face was grim. “Sang Yanqing is too much. We tried to make peace, and she’s being so unreasonable. Does she think Si Fuqing will come out unscathed if this turns into an all-out war?”
It would be a lose-lose situation—why would anyone want that?
Song Wenhua bit her lip. “Haven’t we found out what her score is yet?”
“No,” the agent frowned. “Her team has done an excellent job of keeping it under wraps, but it can’t be high.”
Song Wenhua exhaled in relief. “Then let’s just blame everything on the marketing accounts. We need to make sure our secrecy is airtight.”
As long as her fans believed it, that was all that mattered.
But her score absolutely couldn’t be leaked.
The agent nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control.”
In the livestream, Si Fuqing spoke calmly, “There are too many people online who fake screenshots, so I’ve chosen to prove my score via livestream. My fans, please don’t get into arguments over this; it’s not worth it. If there’s anything that needs to be said, I’ll say it myself.”
[Not a fan, but hearing that made me want to be one. It feels so good.]
[Yeah, it’s nice, but can you imagine the pain of stanning a celeb who doesn’t even post a selfie once a month? The paparazzi can’t even get a blurry photo of her. [smile]]
[I’m not a fan of a female celebrity; I’m following a secret agent from an intelligence organization. Other fandoms say no unauthorized photos, while I just want to see a picture of my wife.]
Si Fuqing chuckled. “It’s not that I don’t want to post; it’s just that my results haven’t come out, so I can’t prove anything. But since you want to see, then let’s take a look.”
As she spoke, she entered her exam registration number and ID number into the query box.
This one sentence made the trolls and doubters in the livestream jump out, with some onlookers finding the situation absurd.
[What nonsense is this? Did you even think before making this up? It’s the official results day. How could your score not be out? You’re supposed to fill out your college applications soon—how would you do that without knowing your score?]
[Uh, some people really don’t get their scores immediately. It’s usually reserved for students in the top ranks nationwide to prevent high schools or social media from using their scores for excessive promotion.]
[I’ve heard of that too. There are no more official top scorers, but there are still students whose scores are temporarily hidden. Does Si Fuqing think she’s one of them?]
[Yeah, even if you scored just 100 points, it wouldn’t be hidden for being too low.]
Within seconds, the results page loaded without any lag, given the current low traffic on the system.
The score page finally appeared.
Name: Si Fuqing
Chinese: /
Math: /
English: /
Comprehensive: /
All the sections were marked with slashes—no numbers at all.
The viewers in the livestream were stunned.
No score?
But today was the official results day—how could there be no score?
Some people wanted to accuse Si Fuqing of editing the image, but then they remembered it was a livestream, and they instantly went silent.
It wasn’t until someone shakily typed a line of text that the others noticed something at the bottom of the score page.
[Are you all seeing what I’m seeing? Someone, pinch me!]
Only then did the viewers notice the line of text below the total score section.
[Your rank is within the top ten nationwide. Please check for specific details on June 27th.]
“…”
The entire livestream suddenly fell silent, the comment section momentarily blank.
It took a full three minutes before a few scattered question marks and exclamation points floated across the screen.
[???]
[WTF?]
[!!! Mom, I just saw a top-ranked student in front of me!]
Even Si Fuqing’s own fans were dumbfounded.
If Si Fuqing had just posted a screenshot, the entire internet would accuse her of faking it, saying she had no shame.
But she chose to livestream it.
This was the official site for checking exam results. Apart from the masked exam registration number, her name was right there. There was only one Si Fuqing at North State No.1 Middle School.
It couldn’t be fake or someone else’s identity.
The viewers were all stunned.
[Wow, all I can say is wow!]
[No way, how is she still an academic genius?!]
[Bullshit, this isn’t just a genius—this is insane! The top student at our school made it into the top twenty in South State, and they’re already being treated like royalty!]
What did a national top ten ranking mean?
Her score would definitely be over 720!
She would be highly sought after by every major university.
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And in the entertainment industry, anyone scoring over 550 points would be given an academic genius persona.
But Si Fuqing was in the top ten nationwide!
And she hadn’t said a word about it?
When Song Wenhua saw the score being hidden, her mind went blank, her lips trembling violently.
She had anticipated that Si Fuqing might clarify, but she hadn’t expected her to do it like this.
Who else but Si Fuqing would dare to livestream their exam results?
Song Wenhua’s face turned ashen, and she suddenly realized something.
Si Fuqing’s goal wasn’t to flaunt her high score but to force Song Wenhua to livestream her own results.
From start to finish, Si Fuqing had remained calm and composed.
She clasped her hands together, her smile deepening as she faced the camera.
Even though millions of people were watching the livestream, Song Wenhua felt as if Si Fuqing knew she was watching too. Those fox-like eyes, filled with amusement, seemed to be looking straight at her, sending chills down her spine.
Si Fuqing asked slowly, “Miss Song Wenhua, your score hasn’t been released either. Has it been hidden as well?”
She didn’t say anything more, but her entire demeanor conveyed a single, brazen message.
How dare you try to drag me down?
