The Reborn CEO Jiang Is Also Acting Coquettishly Today - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Logging onto Penguin-kun, whose current page layout was still remarkably crude, Jiang Zhixia found Fang Fang’s name and flung a link over to her.

Wow, designs nowadays were truly ugly. Jiang Zhixia couldn’t bear to look directly at it. Thinking back to those years, she had actually quite liked playing on Penguin, but from her current perspective, she was incredibly unaccustomed to it.

Fang Fang Fang Fang: ??

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Account not hacked. Click and look.

Fang Fang Fang Fang: Oh, okay.

Jiang Zhixia opened the search box, entered a few digits, and saw a cool GUY avatar pop out matching the style of the “Dye the most beautiful hair, leave the deepest scar” emoji package. Oh-ho, she let out a whistle; so Little Yang was actually this emo back in the day.

She skillfully added him as a friend.

Fang Fang’s message popped out.

Fang Fang Fang Fang: !!!

Fang Fang Fang Fang: This thread is so good, I’m going to share it.

Fang Fang Fang Fang: This website looks so comfortable to look at too.

Jiang Zhixia tilted her head. Of course. With her advanced aesthetic sense, how could the things she made be ugly? The color scheme and layout completely thrashed the current era by two whole streets. This was a massive advantage of Jiang Zhixia’s rebirth: having grasped many of the industry’s advanced technologies, if she wanted to, she could even take advantage of the present to develop herself into a colossus. Although she held no such notion. Cheating excessively would make things seem quite meaningless, though cheating appropriately was still very good.

The website she wrote this time was precisely the one she had conceptualized before; it was an intranet site combining classified forums and personal dynamic displays. Of course, the personal dynamic display section was not yet open to the public; slogging away for several days, she had only finished writing the code for this part. For this reason, she had already slept through classes for several days, hahahahahahaha.

Right now, she had just thought of how to increase users for this website.

Opening the beautifully designed website, one could see a stickied, highlighted thread right in the middle of the discussion plaza: “School Bullying, the Injuries We Have Suffered Over the Years.”

Just like back when Penguin had only just started developing and Boss Ma had to personally don a sockpuppet account—and even disguise himself as a girl to chat with netizens—Jiang Zhixia also registered several alt accounts to flood the thread herself.

“The original poster’s coordinates are at No. 1 High School. So many things are happening this year. Didn’t a girl at No. 7 High School leap from a building after being bullied by classmates during the first half of the year? I heard something happened at No. 1 High School recently too. They say a sophomore girl led others to bully classmates. Is it really this dark inside schools? Heavens, I can’t believe it. Has everyone in this thread encountered it?”

“Where did the original poster hear that? No wonder the teachers at No. 1 High School have all been in a very bad mood lately and have no time to mind us, I’m super happy.”

“The person above is an idiot, no explanation needed. Schools have always been this dark, it’s just that incidents hadn’t blown up before. It’s just a bit conspicuous since it happened twice in a row this year. School bullying is originally very widespread.”

“Yes, yes, yes, exactly. They say that girl is incredibly arrogant and very well-acquainted with people out in society; no one dares to provoke her at all.”

“Heh. Where is there no school bullying? Precisely because I was bullied by classmates—not to mention the physical injuries—I absolutely dare not go out of doors now. I’m afraid of crowds, and only on the internet can I communicate normally with others. Before, my parents also thought the school wouldn’t have such vicious violence, but what was the result? Now our whole family is living very hard lives. Why don’t the pieces of scum who commit school bullying just go die?”

As a person who wished she were dead every time she had to write copywriting, Jiang Zhixia truly racked her brains to invent a few lines, gradually driving the rhythm forward.

Gradually, people caught sight of this thread and clicked into the website, and the people discussing below began to multiply. Aside from a few thread-flooding silly-billies, the overall atmosphere made people very much want to speak up and join the discussion.

School bullying has always been an eternal proposition. Not merely physical violence, but also verbal violence and cold violence. Children who are right in the developmental stage of adolescence—every single inadvertent action of theirs might cause their life path to undergo an alteration from then on. Sometimes, what might be thought of as merely an inadvertent action or a careless word can bring an impact to a student that she will remember for a lifetime.

Don’t go saying that people ought to be mature, will counsel themselves, and will solve problems. Those are all things we only learn after experiencing many matters; when we are still small, we simply cannot figure things out, nor can we walk out of them, and then we pay a massive price to grow up.

Perhaps due to the support of this topic, or perhaps due to the influence brought by the link Fang Fang had shared out, Jiang Zhixia saw the traffic continuously multiplying from the backend, with people continuously registering for the sake of posting threads. The data was quite decent. Jiang Zhixia let out a whistle, preparing contentedly to go to sleep.

Right at this time, the Penguin at the bottom of the desktop let out a burst of coughing; it turned out to be classmate Xiao Yang passing the verification application.

If There Is No Tomorrow: Hello

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Hello there, GG!

If There Is No Tomorrow: …Who are you?

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: A little girl who wants to get to know you. On a lonely night, aren’t you lonely?

There was no movement on that end for a good while, and only after a long delay did a line come over: …Hello

Hahahahahahaha, Jiang Zhixia laughed grandly in her heart, nearly able to imagine Comrade Xiao Yang’s blushing, at-a-loss appearance. Of course, if it were the future version of him who was immune to Jiang Zhixia’s viruses, he would definitely delete her with a expressionless face.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: What is GG doing?

If There Is No Tomorrow: Studying…… Don’t talk like that, I’m a bit unaccustomed to it.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Alright then, what is my little older brother studying?

If There Is No Tomorrow: Learning programming

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Wow, little older brother, you’re so amazing! It sounds super awesome, little sister admires this kind of boy the most!

Over there… there was no sound for a long, long time.

Hahahahahah, Jiang Zhixia continued to harass him.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Little older brother, don’t stay up too late, it really harms the body.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Studying so late, little older brother, do you not have a girlfriend?

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Little older brother, how tall are you?

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Can you let little sister see a photo?

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Brother, why are you ignoring me? I’m heartbroken /aggrieved /aggrieved

If There Is No Tomorrow: ……

Xiao Yang’s current state of mind could definitely match that of a girl being harassed by a straight-up creep in later generations. Having never seen this kind of routine before, his mood was complicated, and he almost wanted to blacklist this inexplicable netizen.

Sensing the other party’s baseline and having played around pretty much enough, Jiang Zhixia swiftly switched the chat topic before the other party could blacklist her.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Brother, if you learn programming, do you know how to write websites?

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: To not hide it from brother, actually I’ve also been learning from a great master.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: He assigned me homework but I don’t know how to do it /crying /crying

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Brother, help me look at how to implement a personal dynamic display?

After speaking, she sent the website project file over.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Please, brother /pleading /pleading /acting-spoiled /acting-spoiled

If There Is No Tomorrow: Huh?

Xiao Yang, who didn’t know how to refuse, accepted the file, while thinking this netizen was truly inexplicable and impossible to figure out.

Jiang Zhixia listened to music and continued to watch the backend.

A moment later.

If There Is No Tomorrow: !! Excuse me, who wrote this code of yours?

If There Is No Tomorrow: Um, may I venture to ask if you could introduce them to me so I can get to know them?

Ha, you have your day too. Serve you right for always complaining in the past that my code wasn’t written beautifully. Jiang Zhixia’s dramatic urge rose, an inner drama-queen taking over as her desire to perform erupted.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: It was written by the great master. Is he that amazing?

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: But I can’t introduce him to you to get to know, little older brother.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: People want to possess both of you all to themselves.

If There Is No Tomorrow: ……

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