novellk Chapter 155 Aftermath
Chapter 155 Aftermath
Money is valuable, power and position are even more precious. But for the sake of youth, both can be forsaken.
"Thank you everyone!" Jiang Feng's heart was filled with surging emotions.
Let's all take a group photo!
Jiang Feng's tone was full of sincerity, without a trace of the arrogance that came with his divine status. He simply wanted to record this moment and savor it for the rest of his life.
Without needing to arrange the lighting, the students quickly took out their phones, turned on the front lights, and placed them one by one on the edge of the upper bunk.
Warm yellow light spilled down, casting a hazy glow over the dormitory room, creating dappled shadows.
The boys' faces were not clear, the light and shadow were distorted, and the composition was messy. In the eyes of a professional photographer, it was a complete mess.
But the feelings are genuine.
The blurrier the image, the clearer the youth becomes.
Jiang Feng knew he would never forget this day, this moment.
"Hey guys in the live stream, can you take a screenshot for us?"
Zhang Jindong put his live-streaming phone on the table and shouted with a smile.
No one needs to be a photographer; the 200,000 viewers in the live stream are all witnesses and photographers.
Two hundred thousand spectators took photos in unison, and not a single person stood by and watched.
The screen was instantly flooded with comments of group photos, screenshots, and commemorative messages for the "deification" of the characters.
This is not just Jiang Feng's glory, but the shared glory of all those who support him.
He will not keep this glory to himself!
In the girls' dormitory, Fang Ningxue looked at the screen and smiled softly, silently posting group photos, then quietly taking screenshots and saving them to her favorites.
Everyone hurriedly moved the chairs and clutter out of the dormitory, and more than a dozen people squeezed together. Jiang Feng stood in the middle, holding a cake, his eyes full of smiles.
Everyone was laughing and joking, making peace signs at the camera.
Youth is frozen in this moment, forever.
The group photo had just been taken, and the cheers hadn't even subsided when there was a loud knocking on the dormitory door.
An impatient shout came from outside: "Are you done filming inside? It's our turn!"
"Hurry up! A bunch of guys outside are waiting to take a picture with the Wind God!"
Everyone was taken aback. When they opened the door, they were surprised to find a long queue forming in the corridor.
I bet half of the guys from buildings 39 and 40 came.
Jiang Feng became a relentless photo-taking machine, but his smile remained radiant.
Unfortunately, the students were quite irresponsible; after taking the picture, they would secretly scoop out a dollop of cream and smear it on his face out of the blue.
Before long, Jiang Feng's face was covered in cream, and the viewers in the live chat were doubled over with laughter.
This lively celebration was ultimately brought to an end by a shout from the dormitory supervisor:
"What's all the noise about! It's almost midnight! If you keep making a scene, I'm calling your counselor!"
With the "find the counselor" method in place, everyone had no choice but to obediently return to their dorm rooms.
But as soon as she returned, shouts erupted in the hallway—
"Jiang Feng is awesome!"
"Fengshen is awesome!"
The shouts grew louder and louder, piercing the silence of the night. Lively, sincere, and passionate, they were just like the night IG won the championship in 18, when the entire dormitory building celebrated together.
The noise gradually subsided, and room 214 finally returned to quiet.
The gift frenzy in the live stream has only just begun.
Amidst the flurry of small gifts flooding the screen, many generous donors sent carnivals and sports cars, to which Jiang Feng offered his sincere thanks in quiet murmurs.
Operation Delta Force gave away a carnival, and the comments section was flooded with complaints about how stingy they were.
PDD's ten carnivals in one go are just appetizers.
Immediately afterwards, the Middle Eastern prince unleashed a hundred Carnivals, creating a screen-filling explosion of special effects.
Finally, Feng Qingyang made a grand finale appearance, and the two hundredth carnival pushed the live stream's popularity to its peak once again.
At the same time, inside a luxury mansion late at night.
A call at this hour is usually annoying, except for calls from billionaire CEOs.
He dialed his secretary's number, his tone direct and leaving no room for argument:
"Watch Jiang Feng's live stream recording tonight in its entirety."
"I remember the group has several food companies. Tomorrow, have the person in charge send the order directly to Jiang Feng."
"The price... let's calculate it as twice that of the Delta drifter."
Jiang Feng's popularity tonight far exceeds Piao Ling's by more than double, so his value should naturally be twice as high!
As for the future? There's no need to say more.
There was a moment's hesitation on the other end of the phone, then Feng Jiancheng's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his tone turned cold:
"Expensive? Are you questioning me?"
"The contract duration is one year."
In the industry, typical commercial contracts are usually for a week or a month, and long-term contracts of a year are almost unheard of in the livestreaming circle.
People often look down on livestreamers, even if their popularity surpasses that of second- or third-tier celebrities, their status and prestige are never recognized.
Feng Jiancheng didn't think so. He wanted to give Jiang Feng the highest level of recognition in the most straightforward way.
With his influence, he would know perfectly well who was behind this tonight and who was spending millions to suppress Jiang Feng.
He thought the challenge would end without a trace, but Jiang Feng fought his way out and gave him a huge surprise. So he would give him an even bigger surprise in return.
People often say that being born a rich second-generation is like being born a knight in shining armor, with endless glory and happiness within easy reach.
But only Feng Jiancheng himself knew that his family, capital, and rules had long ago erased his interests and hobbies, and destroyed his true self.
There is always a trade-off between what you gain and what you lose.
What he lost became heavier and heavier with the long years of his life, a source of regret and longing.
Back in my prime in college, I was handsome and a top player in StarCraft and Dota. I was often surrounded by classmates watching my gameplay, cheering and shouting for every brilliant move I made...
But the freedom, passion, and youthful spirit have long been worn down by time and status.
Tonight's river breeze allowed him to see a different possibility for his life... a more vibrant, passionate, and authentic life.
"Give me freedom...and live for me once more..."
He picked up the iced cola with his left hand and drank it all in one gulp. The cool bubbles dispelled the gloom that had accumulated in his heart, while his right hand kept clicking on the gifts, and carnival effects exploded one after another on the screen.
After calming down a bit, he dialed another number.
The call connected, and a noisy drinking party could be heard on the other end. A woman's voice could be faintly heard urging someone to drink: "Mr. Li, would you like to have another drink...?"
Immediately, a cheerful male voice rang out, tinged with a hint of mockery:
"What's up, Lao Feng? Calling at this hour, which female anchor have you taken a fancy to this time?"
"This is serious business," Feng Jiancheng burped, "I'll give you a fortune."
"Your opponent... made a mistake."
………………
Jiang Feng dialed a live stream with Yi Feng and An Ke. The moment the screen connected, Yi Feng's smiling and approving voice came through, officially starting the post-match interview.
After such a long time, Yi Feng's thoughts were in turmoil, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
How could he possibly describe the turmoil and ups and downs of tonight? A thousand questions were stuck in his chest, and he didn't know where to begin.
He composed himself and finally chose the question that everyone cared about most and that was the most controversial, asking in a deep voice:
"The last person, the last shot—I want to know, what were you thinking at that moment?"
This shot caused an uproar across the internet.
The man's strange movements and unusual behavior led many to suspect that he had been bribed to deliberately jump into the water.
Jiang Feng's answer was simple to the point of being cold, yet pure enough to strike right at the heart:
"I had no other thoughts, I just wanted to kill him."
"Kill him by any means necessary."
"The result is that he died, and I won."
"It's that simple."
Returning to the essence of competition, there aren't so many twists and turns. In the life-or-death moment, there's simply no room for extra consideration.
It was simply his innate killing instinct, ingrained in his very bones, making the most direct choice for him.
The comments section was flooded with messages:
[He's quite the show-off.]
Let him pretend, let him pretend!
This interview felt more like a ritual, a recitation of a script, a way of sealing the fate of tonight's legendary event.
Yi Feng asked many questions, and Jiang Feng answered them all calmly.
Finally, Yi Feng politely concluded by asking:
"Does Jiang Feng have anything to say to us, or any suggestions?"
Everyone assumed that Jiang Feng would offer a few polite words, thanking the officials and the audience, and the event would end peacefully.
But the river wind does not.
He nodded slightly, his tone calm: "Thank you for the official support, Delta Force is a good game."
Then, changing the subject, Jiang Feng asked Yi Feng a question that was more profound and weighty than any of his previous questions:
"But my challenge today is not about getting 20 kills in itself."
"The problems I encountered are things that ordinary players will encounter even more often."
"Cheaters are rampant, spawn points are severely unbalanced, bridge blocking is rampant, escort teams dominate and crush normal matches, and there's a morbid matchmaking system that's hard to understand—"
"I want to ask, has the project team truly addressed these issues, and does they have any plans to resolve them completely?"
Jiang Feng's questions were blunt, direct, sharp, and even menacing, each one hitting the Delta's most fatal and chronic problems.
The chat exploded with astonishment. No one expected that Jiang Feng, who had just been crowned a god, would choose to stand up to the official at this moment and speak out for all ordinary players.
He could have gone with the flow, maintained a friendly atmosphere, politely absorbed all the attention, and comfortably remained a top influencer.
But he refused.
He who bears the nation's disgrace is called the master of the state; he who bears the nation's misfortune is called the king of the world.
Jiang Feng is aware that one should fulfill one's duties in one's position.
He has reached the pinnacle of popularity, so he should shoulder this weight and speak out for millions of silent ordinary players.
Yi Feng's expression gradually became serious. He remained silent in front of the microphone for a long time, so long that the viewers in the live stream held their breath.
Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke each word with an air of solemnity, almost like a promise:
"We will definitely give everyone an explanation."