Dating Myself - Chapter 9

That evening, an anonymous post appeared on the school’s online forum, just as it had in the character’s previous life, with not even a single change in punctuation.

Anonymous accounts quickly drove the conversation, and within just two hours, the new post had been pushed to the top of the HOT list.

Floor 8: You’d think she looks like her sister so much that “God Qin” would fall for her? As if she could ever compare to her! Go look in a mirror! This “ugly duckling imitating a swan” act is revolting!

Floor 59: I heard her total score last semester was only a little over 400, and she was still ranked fifth in the whole school. How bad is that school? Just getting into that ‘trash class’ is a favor. She couldn’t even stay in that class if she had to pay tuition.

Floor 168: Don’t underestimate people from small towns. The smaller the place, the more shameless and unprincipled the people are. Look at those who become prostitutes; how many are from big cities? They’re all from those small, forgotten places, willing to spread their legs for a few hundred bucks!

Floor 417: How dare she have designs on my “God Qin”?! Jian Yixi, go to hell!

Floor 482: Who has Jian Yihu’s home phone number? Let’s call her parents to warn them that at such a young age, she’s already so promiscuous. What if she gets pregnant and embarrasses the family?

Floor 523: 158××××××××. That’s her mom’s number. Doing a good deed and staying anonymous. Go call!

Floor 525: Damn, this is getting serious? Count me in. I’ll go call, too.

After floor 525, the entire forum page suddenly glitched, and every refresh showed a “502” error.

At around 9 p.m., the internet was at its peak. Jian Yihu was at her bedroom desk, pretending to study, but she was just scrolling through her phone and checking her class group chat. Someone had just tagged her, telling her to check the post. She had already set her status to “busy,” so anyone who messaged her would get an automatic reply: “Hi~ I’m studying right now~ Leave a message if it’s important~ Goodbye if it’s not~”

She switched over to her fan group, where a heated discussion about the post was taking place. Jian Yihu, under a fake name, joined in.

“Did you all see the last post? It’s Hu-bao’s mom’s number. Let’s take turns calling her so she can properly teach that stupid sister a lesson and stop her from causing trouble for our Hu-bao!”

Many in the group agreed.

Meanwhile, a subtle, smug smile played on Jian Yixi’s lips. Jian Yihu, you think you can win against me just because you found a backer in An Mu? Don’t be naive. I could find you and I can get rid of you again! If there was one thing Jian Yihu regretted, it was bringing Jian Yixi back. She didn’t know the girl was still alive; she had assumed she was dead and gone over a decade ago.

Jian Yihu continued to stir up the fan group while frantically refreshing the forum page. The site was finally back online, and she quickly typed a reply and posted it, but then something felt off.

After her post, she noticed a familiar string of numbers. She scrolled up and saw that every single post, including the original one, had a unique string of numbers after the anonymous ID. The numbers all started with “201” and were eight digits long. Jian Yihu’s heart sank as she realized what they were: student ID numbers. Weicheng No. 2 Foreign Language High School’s forum required students to use their student IDs to register.

That night, the Weicheng No. 2 Foreign Language High School forum experienced its highest traffic ever as students flocked to see Jian Yihu, the supposed ‘innocent victim’, and the original poster, Qin Yige, exposed as the ones making the posts.

The story quickly moved to Weibo, where a blogger exposed the scheme. The blogger’s post went viral and identified the two main schemers, Jian Yihu and Qin Yige, by their online aliases and student numbers. It also became clear that the blogger was An Mu, a friend of Jian Yixi.

Jian Yihu was furious. Her perfectly planned scheme had been ruined. She was desperate to salvage her reputation and decided to pin the blame on her sister.

At 2 a.m., Jian Yihu crept to Jian Yixi’s door. Her new plan was to steal her sister’s phone, log into her forum account, and make it look like Jian Yixi was the one who had made the posts. In the darkness, Jian Yihu let out a cold, cruel laugh as she turned the doorknob.

It turned, but it was stuck.

She tried again. Still stuck.

How was this possible? Jian Yixi had locked the door?

“What the f*ck!” Jian Yihu thought to herself. “What am I going to do now?!”