Chapter 313 – The Habit of Meddling in Others' Affairs

It must be said that with the Elder and others getting involved, Ye Kuang actually managed to obtain an admission letter from the “Southern Knowledge Institute.”

To be honest, Ye Kuang was pleasantly surprised by this. He had originally thought his academic journey was over for good.

Who would have thought that a mere admission letter could grant him this hard-won opportunity to continue his studies?

It goes without saying that, whether in the vast ocean or a tranquil lake, if one could move sideways like a crab, no one would be able to stop them.

Southern Knowledge Institute.

Over the broadcast, a slightly vibrant and spirited melody, “Duet of Dreams and Ideals,” played slowly and steadily.

“Carrying dreams, I wander far from home, tirelessly asking where the path lies.”

“The ideals in my heart remain unforgettable, questioning heaven and earth, unable to conceal an inexplicable melancholy.”

“When dreams and ideals begin to clash, we forge ahead with determination, secretly nursing our sorrows.”

“After experiencing days and nights of solitary hesitation, perhaps only then do we understand why we sing.”

“Never forgetting the ups and downs of the journey, all to live up to expectations in the future.”

“What does it matter if the path is rugged and full of obstacles? Today’s long road ahead holds splendid moments…”

Hearing the song, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but hum along, almost swaying his head and tail, transforming into a Wandering Dragon, ready to put on a live performance right then and there.

Little did he know that ahead on the path, three senior university students were performing energetic songs and dances.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled and walked over to check it out.

As he got closer, Ye Kuang realized they were live-streaming.

He heard the three seniors shouting, “Folks, please give us a follow! In this vast world, our meeting is fate. If you want to see more of our hot songs and dances, how about sending some flowers and gifts?”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang was stunned, utterly bewildered, seeing the mountain as a mountain and the water as water.

After all, in today’s world of advanced technology, he never expected that with continuous environmental improvements, urban life would evolve so quickly.

As the saying goes, online critics never run out of words, and city folks love trending broadcasts once they know how to have fun.

Thinking this, Ye Kuang unconsciously walked behind the streamers, never expecting it would stir up trouble.

“Hey, Young Miss, there seems to be a creep behind you. Which Fellow Daoist is he? If he’s watching the stream, fine, but he’s gone and approached directly.”

“Eh, isn’t that Brother Pig? Did he come all the way here just to chat with the streamers?”

“You men are truly despicable. Whenever you see a beauty, you start daydreaming, like a toad lusting after a swan’s flesh.”

“Some women just love to gossip. ‘The female of the species is more deadly than the male’—that’s just sour grapes. Please add the word ‘some’ before ‘men,’ thank you.”

“I’m talking about you, so what? Let me tell you, I haven’t even refuted ‘all men are beasts’ yet.”

The situation escalated to the point where even the three streamers couldn’t help glancing back repeatedly, finding it both amusing and frustrating. “Folks, we’re students of the Southern Knowledge Institute. That person earlier might just be a junior here. Please don’t misunderstand.”

However, this explanation only made things worse, inciting a group of troublemakers to stir up even more commotion.

The situation seemed to escalate, as if they weren’t satisfied with a small issue and preferred to blow it out of proportion.

“I doubt it. Why don’t you call that guy over to explain himself? Only then will we believe you.””I say, you people, how can you be so disgusting? If you can’t stand it, you can leave. No one’s forcing you to watch.”

It must be said that the entire live stream had suddenly split into two opposing factions.

Where some stood up for justice, others were simply stirring trouble without cause.

One could say that if the streamer had strong mental fortitude, they might have just laughed it off, but if they were more sensitive, they might have burst into tears on the spot.

And the three streamers at the moment clearly fell into the latter category, suddenly finding themselves on the verge of tears for no reason.

Seeing them being unjustly accused, crying so pitifully like pear blossoms bathed in rain, they looked like ants on a hot pan—clearly unsure whether to speak up or stay silent.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang’s old habit of meddling in others’ business flared up again.

He casually picked up his phone, faced the camera, and sneered, “Oh, so it’s you, ‘One Stick of Firewood,’ who’s barking so wildly. Your name doesn’t seem tacky or fragrant—it’s downright caked in dirt.”

As he spoke, his eyes swept past One Stick of Firewood and pointed mockingly at another lofty figure: “Heaven Weeps Blood Arrow—what a name, what a name. But why do I get the feeling you’re not a good person? Under the heavens, you alone shoot arrows that make the sky weep blood.”

In no time, as Ye Kuang pointed out one vulgar and ridiculous username after another—”Mouse Carrying a Knife Hunting for Kittens,” “Six or Not Six Is a Leopard, You Don’t Get to Decide,” “Nonsense Trolling, Do Whatever You Want”—he couldn’t hold back and proceeded to critique each one.

Of course, he was well aware that this was a live stream, so he obviously couldn’t use explicit insults.

But who would have thought that this would still provoke public outrage?

“Is this kid asking for a beating? Does he think our alliance is easy to mess with?”

“Where did this blind cat come from? Open your country mutt eyes and see who you’re dealing with before you start spouting nonsense.”

“Bro, have you got rabies? Biting everyone you see?”

Seeing this, Ye Kuang didn’t mince words and replied bluntly, “Alright, very tough, very impressive. I’m right near your place fighting crickets. If you’ve got the guts, come bite me.”

“Kid, you’re dead. I’m coming for you right now.”

“Hahaha, have these guys been backed into a corner? But this young man seems somewhat familiar. I, the Old Daoist, quite like this kind of tough guy—a true hero,” wrote the Old Daoist.

“Old Daoist, cut it out. You’re just a troublemaker who loves chaos. I run into you everywhere—what the hell,” wrote the Monk.

Old Daoist: “Monk, are you haunting me or what? I didn’t start this. Don’t go throwing mud at me, or I’ll sue you for slander.”

Jade Rakshasa: “Little bro, you’re awesome. This lady has taken a liking to you.”

“Jade Rakshasa, you old hag, are you getting spring fever?”

In an instant, the entire live stream descended into a war of words, with everyone trying to out-insult each other. One moment, tensions were high; the next, countless big shots had joined in, turning it into a chaotic free-for-all.

It was truly a case of seeking shade but finding no tree, while unintentionally planting a willow that grew into a lush canopy.

Surprisingly, Ye Kuang’s unconventional way of standing up against injustice ended up becoming a breath of fresh air.