Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 251 - 217 I am hitting

People who haven’t experienced it really can’t imagine what it feels like to be cursed by many people online, especially since someone had posted an ugly photo of Guo Kunnan.

Those comments, more than half attack his character, and attack his looks.

People with a weak psyche couldn’t stand it facing such personal attacks.

Without showing him, Guo Kunnan got anxious, pulled out his own phone, and looked it up in the forum.

After reading, Guo Kunnan’s face changed drastically, he got so angry he was ready to curse back on the spot.

However, Ma Shicheng stopped him:

“Just cursing back is useless, she’ll definitely delete your replies, and look,”

Ma Shicheng took his phone and tapped on the avatars of those who’d hurled the harshest abuse, leading to their following lists:

“They’re all in it together, clearly they have a plan.”

Guo Kunnan, furious, slammed the table, unable to vent the fire in his heart:

“This is too stifling!”

Ma Shicheng glanced at the time: “There are 8 minutes left before class. If you’ve got nothing else to do, run outside and buy two milk teas for Jiang Ning.”

“Later it’s fine, anyway, the next period is self-study.”

At first, Guo Kunnan didn’t understand, but he wasn’t dumb. After thinking it over, he understood Ma Shicheng’s intent, so he didn’t delay and quickly ran out of the classroom back door.

Ma Shicheng watched him dash out of the classroom and then looked over at Jiang Ning, knowing Jiang Ning was fierce in a fight.

If it really came to blows in the end, hoping for Jiang Ning’s help on account of a milk tea— not expecting him to throw punches, but even just speaking up would do.

Wang Longlong came over holding his phone: “Brother Ma, I’ve identified three people based on past posts and comparisons with the school’s large chat group, all three students from class five of the first year, and I’ve found their mobile numbers.”

Ma Shicheng praised him: “Well done.”

He lowered his voice: “Use an alt to add that Manman, for the verification message, type ‘I’m Director Wang from security’, using the QQ number with Director Wang’s photo as the avatar.”

“Once added, ask if she can delete that post, saying it has a bad influence. If she doesn’t agree, make some threats.”

“Don’t worry about whether it will work, just try. Once you’re done with that number, toss it.”

“Then log into your alt for the forum, send her a private message, saying you’re Jianhui from class 1, planning to start a small group, and ask for her QQ and phone number. Don’t say anything else.”

Wang Longlong and Brother Ma had a tacit understanding and got the point immediately. They had cooperated on such maneuvers before, and now they functioned smoothly.

Ma Shicheng continued to think about how to deal with it if Wang Longlong’s attempt failed.

By the time these preparations were complete, Guo Kunnan came back holding a bag of milk tea. He didn’t buy just two cups, but spent a bit more and got seven.

He couldn’t be stingy now; otherwise, his reputation, Guo Kunnan’s, would be ruined.

He first offered Ma Shicheng a cup, then distributed to other classmates, ending with two cups of red bean milk tea left over.

Guo Kunnan went to the front row: “Brother Ning, this is for you!”

Jiang Ning looked at him.

Guo Kunnan added, “Feeling good today, celebrating a bit.”

Jiang Ning’s Divine Sense enveloped the class, understanding fully what was going on in the back.

He didn’t refuse and accepted the milk tea.

Before he could speak, Xue Yuantong volunteered:

“Thank you so much!”

Jiang Ning: ‘Yes.’

Once Guo Kunnan left, Xue Yuantong looked expectantly at Jiang Ning.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning shared a cup with her.

“Hee hee, Jiang Ning, you’re so nice.” Xue Yuantong held the milk tea, feeling her Jiang Ning was indeed great, not only giving her grapes to eat but also milk tea to drink.

“I can be even better,” said Jiang Ning.

“What?” Xue Yuantong couldn’t imagine anything more delightful than drinking milk tea.

Jiang Ning’s palm flipped over, dazzling Xue Yuantong, and suddenly, his palm stopped, and a delicate little cake appeared in his hand.

“There’s even a small cake.”

“Wow!”

…

The second period of evening self-study.

Wang Longlong patted Ma Shicheng and said four words:

“Mission accomplished.”

The post in the Fourth Middle School forum that had slandered Guo Kunnan had been deleted.

“Well done.”

He passed the news on to Guo Kunnan.

Guo Kunnan was extremely excited, finally, it was deleted. However, his joy lasted only a few seconds before he felt dejected again.

Just now, Lu Qiqi from his class turned around to tell him she saw the post, and it wasn’t just her—one girl from class 8 had seen it too.

Though the forum post had been deleted, the damage to Guo Kunnan was done.

Ma Shicheng said, “Next, we plan to make a post in the forum to clear your name.”

“It’s too late, that photo of me is too ugly,” Guo Kunnan said hopelessly.

Looking at the photo that had been shared, he couldn’t bear to look at it, let alone the girls who had never met him. How was he supposed to carry on at Fourth Middle School now?

“Never mind that. If we don’t act now, believe me, once they realize, they’ll continue to smear you,” said Ma Shicheng.

“We must act now. Later, I’ll have Longlong start a thread to restore your shining image. It doesn’t matter that you’re being smeared now; come the start of school in September, there will be new first-year girls, what are you afraid of?”

He was working on Guo Kunnan on this side, discussing the details of clearing the slander and restoring his honor.

Wang Longlong shouted, “Bad news, Brother Ma, they realized they’ve been tricked and started a new thread!”

Guo Kunnan quickly opened the forum, sure enough, he saw a new post identical to the previous one.

The post had just been made, and the responses were quickly piling up again.

Guo Kunnan had aged a few more years.

“Damn it, forcing me to use my trump card!” Ma Shicheng clenched his fist.

“Longlong!” he whispered sharply.

“I’m here!” Wang Longlong responded.

“Bullying my brother, then I’ll go all out on them!” Ma Shicheng resolved.

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Wang Longlong: “Brother Ma, rest assured, no matter who you take on, I, Wang Longlong, will be right there watching!”

When the bell for the end of class rang, it marked the long break during the evening self-study session.

A bunch of boys gathered in the back row, drawing frequent glances from the other students in the class.

Ma Shicheng looked around, Dan Kaiquan, Hu Jun, Cui Yu, all in position.

He rallied their morale, “Enough talk. Brother Nan got hit, brothers, what do we do?”

Dan Kaiquan said without hesitation, “Do you even need to ask, of course, we hit back!”

“What about you guys?” Ma Shicheng looked at Cui Yu.

As Cui Yu looked at Brother Ma’s serious stance, he couldn’t help but think back to the time when he had gone after Miao Zhe, and the technical support Brother Ma had provided.

He still remembered those things clearly to this day; that was a debt of gratitude, one that needed to be repaid!

Cui Yu blurted out, “No matter who Brother Ma goes after.”

“I, Cui Yu.”

“I, Meng Gui.”

Cui Yu and Meng Gui said in unison, “We’ll definitely take them down!”

“Alright, our first step is to cripple the enemy’s communication system and strip them of their ability to wage online warfare,” Ma Shicheng said.

Hu Jun was shocked, “How do we cripple it?”

It wasn’t just him; everyone present was bewildered.

Ma Shicheng laid his cell phone flat on the desk, pointing to two icons on the screen:

“This, it’s an SMS bomber.”

“This one’s a phone call bomber.”

Once these two programs were set in motion, the target’s mobile phone would be flooded with countless spam texts and calls, instantly paralyzing it.

“Longlong!”

Wang Longlong promptly pulled out an A4 sheet, neatly arranging it on the desk like unfolding a tactical map.

Ma Shicheng, holding a ballpoint pen, pointed, “These are the phone numbers of the accounts that cursed Guo Kun the most in the forums; they are also the main targets of our attack this time.”

“First, we render them powerless, then let Longlong start a thread, and we counterattack.”

“Brothers, Brother Nan’s honor depends on this battle!”

Without waiting, Dan Kaiquan slapped his phone on the desk, “Brother Ma, you take command.”

It wasn’t just him; Hu Jun, Cui Yu, Meng Gui, one after another, phones were placed on the desk.

Guo Kunnan was emotionally touched, nearly brought to tears. He had been slandered, denigrated, laughed at.

But at that moment, so many brothers were willing to fight for him!

He was not fighting alone!

Ma Shicheng started Kuaiya and transferred the software to everyone’s phones. Once installed, he opened the page and entered the phone numbers.

The decisive moment hinged on the press of a button.

Guo Kunnan suddenly spoke:

“Do we really need to fight?”

“Brother Nan, are you out of your mind? Can we still turn back? Can you still turn back?”

Cui Yu: “It’s hard.”

Dan Kaiquan: “Have you got water in your brain? After what she did to you, are you still soft-hearted?”

Ma Shicheng stayed silent, merely waiting for him to make a decision.

At that moment, everyone’s focus was on Guo Kunnan, yet he just stood there.

He remembered all the sweet moments from last week, how good a girl Manman was then.

Such kindness, such gentleness, such thoughtfulness.

She was a girl who made him obsessed, made him crazy, made him happy, made him heartbroken, made him guilty, a girl who…

They had so many memories together; they had been the closest of people!

And now, he had to personally attack that girl.

The pain inflicted on her was pain in his own heart.

A myriad of past moments moved Guo Kunnan, his voice choked up a bit:

“She’s a girl.”

Ma Shicheng: “I’m hitting right at the girls!”

Meng Gui saw Cui Yu’s conflict and rubbed his ten-centimeter tall hairstyle. With the tone of an ancient saint, he exhaled a breath:

“Benefactor, the shore lies in turning back.”

Guo Kunnan: “But how should I turn back?”

“The first step to shore is to strike down the one in your heart,” Meng Gui said prophetically.

Dan Kaiquan couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling out his phone, he showed everyone:

“Look at this post, it’s gone viral again. Do you see it? They’re still cursing you!”

In the end, this became the last straw for Guo Kunnan.

His expression finally changed.

On the desk, a row of mobile phones lay side by side, like cannons ready to fire, primed at a moment’s notice.

“Have you decided?” Ma Shicheng asked.

“Ready,” Guo Kunnan said, as he left his seat to stand at the back.

As he stepped away, the four desk spots were immediately occupied by Dan Kaiquan, Cui Yu, and Meng Gui, crowding the area.

Each man was responsible for one phone, the four-person spot now crammed with six people.

Ma Shicheng, one hand bracing the edge of the desk, gestured with the other:

“Entering the count down to battle!”

“Three.”

“Two.”

As the countdown ended, Ma Shicheng swung his arm with force, shouting:

“Fire!”

Their fingers fiercely pressed down, and both the SMS bomber and the phone call bomber were activated!