Wang Hao withdrew his gaze, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

He still remembered that a few months ago, Lin Feng was still sitting in this very seat, buried in his homework. Who would have thought back then that this person would have such a day?

Old Zhou was still explaining a problem, and the function graphs on the holographic blackboard unfolded layer by layer.

Wang Hao opened his notebook and began taking notes.

Regardless, he'd finish the class first. Brother Hao ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ was keeping an eye on things over there, so it should be fine.

...

Great Xia · A Certain City · Chen Hao's Apartment.

7:51 AM.

Chen Hao sat at the dining table, holding a piece of toast spread with strawberry jam, with a glass of warm milk placed in front of him.

Opposite the dining table, a holographic display hung on the wall, showing the Beacon Fire Territory's livestream room.

Everything was as usual; torches on the city walls swayed in the night wind, and the shadows of patrolling soldiers lengthened and shortened against the wall bricks.

He took a bite of the toast, strawberry jam oozing from the edge. He scraped it off with his finger and stuffed it into his mouth.

His phone vibrated. He glanced down, stuffed the toast into his mouth in two or three bites, gulped down a large mouthful of milk, wiped his hands, and picked up his phone to reply.

After replying, he casually placed the phone on the table and continued eating breakfast.

On the monitor, the livestream room still showed those daily scenes, with bullet comments drifting across sparsely.

【This stream is more boring than my home security camera.】

【But I just don't want to close it.】

【Me too. I always feel like there's going to be big news in the next second.】

Chen Hao smiled. He understood that feeling. Ever since that night when he personally watched a village-level territory turn into a county-level heavy town within minutes, he had never missed a single Beacon Fire Territory livestream.

The memory of that night was too deep.

He set down his milk glass and looked out the window, his thoughts drifting back to that night that changed everything.

That night, he experienced the most magical ten minutes of his life in his apartment.

He was originally watching a stream of a skeleton siege, and the bullet comments were full of "The Lord is awesome."

Halfway through, his stomach hurt and he went to the bathroom for no more than ten minutes.

When he returned, the camp with broken wooden walls on the screen was gone, replaced by a county-level heavy town with twenty-meter-high city walls!

He thought he had time-traveled and frantically checked the time, date, and livestream ID.

Nothing had changed; only the picture had changed.

【Am I seeing things??? Is this that broken village from just now???】

【Twenty-meter white city walls??? A town-level territory can have this setup???】

【Ten minutes! Just ten minutes! In the time it took for me to use the toilet, the village became a city???】

He hadn't time-traveled; he had simply witnessed a miracle.

That night, he didn't sleep. He opened a forum and registered an account with the ID "Linmen Chuixue."

Then he posted the first post of his life: "I Personally Witnessed the Birth of a Legend: A Full Analysis of Lin Feng's Journey from Village to town-level."

The post was three thousand words long. After posting it, he refreshed the page—zero replies.

Refreshed again—zero replies.

Refreshed once more, one reply: "Too long, didn't read."

Chen Hao: "..."

But he didn't give up. The next day, he wrote another two thousand words, analyzing Lin Feng's tactical style and territory construction ideas.

On the third day, combining the livestream bullet comments and his own understanding, he drew a map of the Beacon Fire Territory's sphere of influence.

The post finally got a few serious replies.

"Is the OP a military student?"

"Good analysis, I suggest pinning it."

Chen Hao felt encouraged and began camping in Lin Feng's livestream room every day, taking notes while watching.

He organized every tactical decision, every territory upgrade, and every key battle of Lin Feng's into text and images and posted them on the forum.

The posts grew longer, the analysis more detailed, and more and more people followed him.

People started @ing him in the comments section, asking what he thought Lin Feng's next move would be.

Chen Hao enjoyed it, but what he didn't know was that these posts had been silently followed by another person for a long time.

Wang Hao was a moderator of the Beacon Fire Territory livestream room, with the ID "Beacon Fires Number One Simp."

Every day, besides class, all his time was spent in the livestream room—banning haters, setting the pace, and guiding discussions.

But as Beacon Fire Territory's popularity grew, there were so many bullet comments that he couldn't ban them all alone. He desperately needed an assistant.

One night, Wang Hao was looking through the livestream room's backend data and found a user with the ID "Linmen Chuixue."

This person's watch time ranked second in the entire livestream room (first was Wang Hao himself), comment count ranked third, and number of times banned was zero.

This showed he never posted anything against the rules. More importantly, this person had posted many analysis threads about Lin Feng and Beacon Fire Territory on the forum. The quality was high, and some had even been recommended by Dream Net officials.

Wang Hao clicked in to take a look. The analysis was logical, the data was thorough, the reasoning was clear, and between the lines, there was a passion that said "I am a die-hard Lin Feng fan."

He rubbed his chin and clicked on the private message button.

Chen Hao was eating instant noodles at the time when his phone suddenly vibrated.

He looked down and saw a message pop up in the private message bar.

Beacon Fires Number One Simp: Brother, you there? I'm the Beacon Fire Territory livestream moderator, 'Beacon Fires Number One Simp'.

Chen Hao's instant noodle fork almost fell into the bowl.

He quickly wiped his hands and clicked the reply box, his heart racing.

Linmen Chuixue: Holy crap!! I'm your fan! Those moves where you banned the Sakura Country netizens were so cool!

Beacon Fires Number One Simp: Hahaha, small stuff, small stuff. I saw those articles you wrote on the forum. The quality is good. Are you a military student?

Linmen Chuixue: No, I'm a logistics major, and I'm already working. It's just a hobby.

Beacon Fires Number One Simp: To be able to write like that as an amateur, you have talent. I want to invite you to be a sub-moderator in the livestream room. Help me share the workload of banning people, and while you're at it, set the pace in the bullet comments and guide the direction of discussion. Interested?

Linmen Chuixue:?!?!?! Really?! I'm willing! I'm willing!!

Beacon Fires Number One Simp: There's no salary, huh!

Linmen Chuixue: That's fine even without one! I have a salary from my job! Just being able to fight side-by-side with you is enough for me!

Beacon Fires Number One Simp:...I usually only use the term 'fighting side-by-side' for Lin Feng. But, alright then, welcome to the Beacon Fire Territory propaganda unit.

That night, Chen Hao's moderator permissions were activated.

His moderator ID was also "Linmen Chuixue," with permissions second only to Wang Hao.

He was so excited that he jumped up in his apartment, nearly knocking over the instant noodles on the table.

In the following days, Chen Hao went online on time every day, camping in the livestream room with Wang Hao.

Whenever netizens trying to stir up trouble or haters appeared in the bullet comments, the two of them worked together with tacit understanding. Wang Hao was responsible for sending pinned comments to set the tone, while Chen Hao was responsible for precise banning.

Wang Hao was good at "public opinion warfare"; he would post highly inflammatory comments in the bullet comment section to guide the wind.

Chen Hao was good at "intelligence warfare"; he could quickly identify from the bullet comments which ones were professional haters and which ones were just emotional ordinary netizens, and then take different handling methods.