"Look at this day; it seems like it's going to be a cold spring!" Standing on the peak of the hill, Wang Yao thought the weather looked gloomy.
He came down the hill and entered the frame of the array. In there, the cool hill breeze felt marginally less cold, and the wind force was less strong.
"This array needs further improvements to be complete."
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At noon, when he was making his way down the hill to his home, Wang Yao met someone—it was Wang Yide. At that time, he had angered Wang Yao and got detained in the police station for over ten days. Hence, when he saw Wang Yao in the distance, he took a detour and went into an alley. He was afraid of this young man. Although Wang Yide was a scoundrel, he was not stupid. In the time that he was detained at the police station, he had suffered. At the same time, he had the opportunity to cool his head and considered the consequences of his actions. It was then that he realized that he had indeed made a mistake, thinking that Wang Yao was a weakling and could be bullied since he was kind. He never thought he would suffer so much.
When Wang Yide finally left the police station, he hadn't even gotten home yet before he was held up by the village joint defense captain who warned him severely with words and actions. When he went out at night, his head was covered in a gunny sack, and he was beaten up almost to the point of unconsciousness. Subsequently, in the week that he was back in the village, the three times that he went out at night, he was covered in the gunny sack and beaten up again. He was so fearful that he did not dare go out at night.
He now knew whose path he should not cross. That was why he avoided Wang Yao immediately.
"He realized that he should not have provoked me and so he hid?" Wang Yao saw Wang Yide make the detour and smiled. A wicked person would get his comeuppance. The result of letting him suffer was beneficial after all.
After he had his meal, Wang Yao went up the hill and started to decoct a Chinese formula for Tong Wei's mother. He quietly sat there, looking at the multifunctional pot, undistracted by the outside world.
In the late afternoon, the decoction was done. Half a day had gone by.
On this day, a particular post on the internet forums had gone viral. It was a photo that showed a man with both hands raised. On his hands was a rock, almost the size of a man. Below the rock, there was a beautiful woman whose face looked a little pale. The caption was, "Amongst the people, there exists a protector of a pretty lady. He uses his fists to deflect a rock of a few thousand kilograms."
There were countless comments that followed the post.
"This must be a fake. However, the photoshop is pretty well done. Can't tell that the photo has been manipulated."
"That girl is quite pretty; how can I find her?"
"What a rubbish expert. I can use just a single hand to drag a mountain. Next time, I'll post a photo to show everyone."
"This is real. I saw this with my own eyes. He is definitely an expert!"
"He's an expert? How good is he?"
Apart from the people who had witnessed Wang Yao's powerful skills, nobody else believed this to be genuine. Even so, this post with the photo had become very popular. It was obvious that the internet was a flourishing place and there were numerous bored netizens.
Obviously, Wang Yao was unaware of this post as he did not normally check out such things. He did not know that he had become popular in such an unconventional manner.
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