Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 47: Interacting with Online Trolls

"Dean, it’s true. I’m not lying to you!"

Qian Yang’s voice was a bit agitated as he hurriedly took out his phone, opened Sang Ning’s live-streaming channel, and respectfully handed it to Tang Yuanmao.

"Dean, look, there’s video evidence. This time I’m being very meticulous, speaking with facts."

Tang Yuanmao brought his cup to his lips, took a sip of tea, and glanced casually at the phone.

He placed the cup down and his voice turned stern again: "This is what you call ’meticulous’? I suspect there’s something wrong with your eyes—this is clearly a man!"

The camera happened to switch to Sang Chuan at that moment, showing him furrowing his brows tightly, biting his jaw hard, his face filled with deep-seated bitterness.

He was gripping the pen so forcefully that the veins on the back of his hand were bulging visibly, and the paper on the desk seemed on the verge of being torn apart.

"Huh?" Qian Yang froze for a moment.

Once again, Tang Yuanmao glanced over and calmly explained, "A young guy, writing ’abandon’ repeatedly. He’s already filled several pages and is still going."

He furrowed his brows and muttered that people often say today’s youth are under immense mental pressure—apparently, it’s true.

This young fellow, who seems to be quite young, must have encountered a hurdle he just can’t overcome, hence torturing himself like this.

Qian Yang began to doubt himself. The link he had clicked on came from netizens; it should have been correct.

As he prepared to take the phone back to check, the moment his fingers brushed the phone, Tang Yuanmao suddenly stood up and knocked his hand away forcefully.

"Don’t move! Don’t touch it!"

Tang Yuanmao’s voice, sharp from excessive agitation, was almost piercing. Qian Yang hurriedly blocked his ears with his fingers.

He was terrified. Tang Yuanmao had been his mentor for both his master’s and Ph.D. studies. After graduation, he chose to stay at the institute to continue working under Tang Yuanmao on research.

This was his tenth year knowing Tang Yuanmao, and in ten years, he had never seen the dean lose composure like this.

Tang Yuanmao pointed at the phone, lifted his head to look at Qian Yang, and once again asked sharply, "Who is she?"

Qian Yang lifted his hands from his ears and bent closer to glance at the phone. The screen was showing Sang Ning tutoring Song Shiye.

He replied hesitantly, "Dean, that’s the actress Sang Ning."

"No!" Tang Yuanmao shouted, his eyes welling up with tears of excitement, "She’s my mentor!"

Qian Yang: ...???

What happened to being meticulous?

The dean was seventy this year; Sang Ning looked no more than twenty-something. The dean was speaking nonsensical lies with his eyes wide open—did this qualify as meticulous?

He strongly suspected there was something wrong with the dean’s mental state, maybe his research had sent him over the edge.

"Dean, how about I schedule you for a specialist appointment tomorrow..."

"Schedule what? I’m perfectly fine. I’ve never been this clear-headed!" Tang Yuanmao roared, cutting him off.

"Didn’t you say she wrote out the test questions from our institute? Where’s the video? Find it for me now!"

Tang Yuanmao’s voice was so loud it seemed like it was about to overturn the roof.

"Dean, don’t worry, I’ll find it right away."

Qian Yang grabbed the phone, and the next moment, he ran into a problem: "Dean, it seems this is a live stream. Since the stream isn’t over, there’s no way to replay it."

Tang Yuanmao walked beside Qian Yang and smacked him on the head in frustration: "Blockhead! As long as you don’t let your mind grow stagnant, solutions outnumber difficulties. Apply the same attitude you use in academic research; think of a way!"

On Weibo, netizens were continuously tagging the official account, and Qian Yang’s eyes suddenly lit up.

"Got it, Dean—we can ask for help from netizens!"

So, he used the institute’s official account to post a new Weibo update:

Zijin Research Institute V: Does anyone have a video of Sang Ning writing out our institute’s test questions?

The trolls had been keeping a close watch on the official account’s replies. As soon as the post went live, they immediately screenshotted it and shared it in a Q group chat.

[This is urgent! Who has a video of Sang, you Bitch writing out the test questions?]

[I’ve got it. I started screen-recording the moment Sang started showing off.]

[I also have screenshots of Sang’s brother’s answer sheet—sending them along.]

[Thank you, everyone! Sang’s downfall is imminent. Now our job is to collaborate with the institute, provide evidence, and coordinate with major marketing accounts to hype this. We must uproot this entertainment circle’s parasite, Sang Ning!]

After receiving the video and photos, the trolls commented under the latest official post, attaching the video link and images, then pushed their comment to the trending section through collective efforts.

[Here’s the video of Sang Ning writing the test questions and screenshots of her brother’s answers. Please check, admin!]

Five minutes later, Qian Yang reopened Weibo and saw that enthusiastic netizens had indeed shared the video and photos.

He was very satisfied and replied to the comment: Thank you.

The trolls politely replied: You’re welcome. It’s our duty, and by the way, props to the admin—I really love astronomy. Hope to see more activity from your official account in the future!

Though Qian Yang didn’t understand the slang term "activity" clearly, he guessed it meant they wanted the institute to post more on Weibo.

The youth were now a key force in publicity. If the institute’s science videos were to gain traction, they would rely on young people to help spread the word. More interaction with them was undoubtedly necessary.

So, he replied again: We will be launching a series of astronomy-related science videos soon—please stay tuned for updates on our Weibo. (smile)

To the trolls, the admin’s response was tantamount to confirming that Sang Ning had stolen the test questions. So, they clicked on the follow button for Zijin’s official account.

Qian Yang was completely unprepared for the outcome: because of this incident, Zijin’s Weibo gained fifty thousand followers in a single day. He also hadn’t expected all these new followers to be Sang Ning’s haters—none of them were genuinely interested in science.

But that’s a matter for later.

The trolls didn’t care about science videos; they were only curious about how the institute would handle Sang Ning in their next replies.

Meanwhile, the trolls screenshotted the institute’s replies, posted them on their own accounts, and tagged various marketing accounts.

Once the influencers saw the official account’s reply, they instinctively assumed the matter was confirmed. Without giving it further thought, they flooded Weibo with sensational articles.

#SangNingStealingTopAcademicTestQuestions##InstituteOfficiallyConfirmingSangNingScandal# quickly shot to the top two spots of Weibo’s trending list, becoming wildly hot topics.

Qian Yang was unaware of the trolls’ subsequent actions. Excitedly clutching the phone containing the video and photos, he waved it before Tang Yuanmao.

"Dean, I’ve got them—here, look at this image. I glanced at it casually, and this kid’s IQ seems incredibly high. I’d estimate it’s at least 145, five points higher than this year’s top-scoring incoming student!"

Tang Yuanmao gave the image a look, his gaze fixed and unblinking, and his hands began to tremble.

Qian Yang could clearly feel Tang Yuanmao’s body trembling slightly with excitement. He glanced at the dean and sought validation: "Right, Dean? You must also think this kid is a genius—how about we figure out a way to bring him into the institute?"

However, Tang Yuanmao paid no attention to Sang Chuan’s score and instead impatiently urged: "The video! Where’s the video? Show me the video, quickly, quickly!"