CIATB Chapter 213: Brother Yu was turned into an emoji?
Chapter 213: Brother Yu was turned into an emoji?
Chapter 213: Brother Yu was turned into an emoji?
"I don't want double 250."
Yu Huan, on this side of the bed, stretched out a big yawn.
The old man on the other side of the bed silently opened the cabinet door, slowly pulled open the drawer, and took out a thick leather wallet.
Without turning his head, he joked, "What, not enough even double?"
Yu Huan smiled and said, "I'm already working, how could I possibly be trying to squeeze pocket money out of you?"
now.
Yu Chengcheng bent down and picked out a New Orleans roasted chicken leg burger from the bag, holding it in her hand.
The conversation was picked up by keen ears.
He immediately turned around and interjected, "Grandpa, since Huan-ge doesn't want it, why don't you give me all three of those idiots?"
The old man counted out a stack of bright red bills from his wallet, divided them slightly, and held one in each hand.
As he turned around, he cleverly used his shoulder to push the cabinet door shut.
He didn't respond to Yu Chengcheng's words, but said to Yu Huan:
"Now that you're working, the family bucket meal is on you. I'll give you two 250s each."
Seeing the old man's insistence and his forceful shoving of the money into his hand, Yu Huan smiled and said as always, "Thank you, Grandpa."
When the story shifts to Yu Chengcheng.
The old man chuckled and said, "There are no three, only two. Take it or leave it!"
"of course yes!"
The girl deftly stuffed the fifth piece of gold into her pocket, her face beaming with a smile brighter than a chrysanthemum.
“Grandpa is so nice!”
The old man waved his hand to shoo them away: "Go, go, I'm going to sleep."
Yu Huan tidied up briefly.
Yu Chengcheng neatly placed the two bamboo chairs against the wall.
Once everything was in order, the two walked out of the room one after the other.
"Get up early tomorrow and come with me to dig camellias in the back hill! I want to take them to the city to make potted plants." Yu Huan casually placed the plastic bag containing hamburgers and fries on the small square table in the main room.
With five yuan in her pocket, Yu Chengcheng was in a great mood and readily agreed, "No problem!"
Seeing her open the front door, Yu Huan, still holding a paper bucket in one hand, quickly followed and went out to throw away the trash.
I quickly crossed the front yard and threw it into the trash can on the curb.
Yu Huan turned her head and saw only Yu Chengcheng's back as she strolled along the asphalt road.
Under the dim streetlights, the shadows stretched long.
He couldn't help but raise his voice and remind them, "Make sure you're here before nine o'clock!"
Yu Chengcheng paused briefly, waved without turning her head, and then continued striding forward.
The two houses are not far apart; the straight-line distance between them is less than 300 meters.
Diagonally opposite Yu Chengcheng's house, there is a cement road that leads directly to the Yu family's old homestead.
This is Yu Songnian's home now.
Yu Huan stood with his hands on his hips, braving the biting wind, watching Yu Chengcheng's figure gradually disappear into the distance until she turned left and went home, vanishing from his sight.
After that, Yu Huan turned around and went inside.
He sat in the main room and chatted with Lin Yourong, who was thousands of miles away, on his mobile phone about some random things.
Upon learning that she was taking a flight from Shanghai to Guangzhou at 4 a.m., the two book signing events originally scheduled for the weekend were rescheduled for Saturday, each lasting five hours, so that he could have time to spend with her on Sunday.
Yu Huan felt a surge of warmth in her heart and repeatedly urged her to rest early.
After saying goodnight to his wife, he heard a sound coming from the lock of the front door.
A few moments.
As Lao Yu hung the key back on his waist, he opened the door and came in.
Yu Huan glanced up and saw that he was walking briskly and looking relaxed. She immediately understood what was going on and asked with a smile, "Dad, how much did you win?"
"Three hundred and sixty."
Old Yu glanced at Yu Huan, casually closed the door, and said cheerfully:
"When did you come back?"
"It's a little past seven in the evening." Yu Huan picked up the bag containing hamburgers and fries. "There are two hamburgers here. I'll heat them up in the steamer and we'll have them as a late-night snack."
"Okay." Old Yu nodded.
The father and son ate and chatted in the kitchen in the backyard, catching up on each other's recent situations.
After finishing her meal, Yu Huan washed up briefly and went upstairs to undress and go to sleep.
The newly laid bedding smelled of laundry detergent. This is what they mean by having a mother – a child is like a treasure. When you come home, you don't have to do anything; everything is taken care of.
The moment his neck touched the pillow, his phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated and a notification sound rang.
Yu Huan picked it up, unlocked it, and saw that it was a WeChat message from Yu Chengcheng:
'Holy crap! Huan-ge, do you know you're trending for being handsome?'
Yu Huan smiled slightly and typed four words to send:
Stay calm and keep a low profile.
"Holy crap! I can't stay calm about this!" Yu Chengcheng exclaimed repeatedly.
You could feel her excitement even through the screen.
"You're not trying to ride my coattails, are you?" Yu Huan joked.
What does it mean to "ride the wave"?
Looking at Yu Chengcheng's rhetorical question, Yu Huan realized that this word was not yet popular.
He quickly typed out an explanation: 'As the name suggests, it means deliberately piggybacking on the popularity of a person or event to gain attention or indirectly become famous yourself.'
'I understand, I'll look up the group photos right away!'
Yu Huan thought about it and realized that there were plenty of people who knew him, such as classmates and colleagues, so it wouldn't hurt to let his little cousin ride on his coattails.
"Hesitate!" He quickly typed in a nine-grid format and sent: "My only request is, don't post my photos from before college, understand?"
"Like this one? [winking emoji][winking emoji]"
Yu Chengcheng sent a photo, and Yu Huan felt a little embarrassed when she opened it.
This is his embarrassing past when he was fifteen or sixteen.
In front of the old brick house of the Yu family, he was sandwiched between Yu Songnian and Yu Chengcheng, looking as thin and weak as a chicken.
His head only reached the tip of Yu Chengcheng's chin and Yu Songnian's nose.
Yu Songnian was as strong as an ox. He put his arm around Yu Songnian's shoulder, raised his chin high, squinted his eyes slightly, and had a very arrogant expression.
Meanwhile, Yu Chengcheng, with her youthful face and ponytail, was laughing heartily.
Only he, having just been reprimanded by Teacher Wu, looked aggrieved, as if he had just cried.
Yu Huan questioned, "What do you mean?"
"Haha! Don't worry! I'll maintain your image; this photo won't leak." Yu Chengcheng assured her, "Also, I have absolutely no interest in any hype; I'm just a quiet, unassuming lurker."
'Bystanders?'
'appropriate!'
"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Yu Huan was too lazy to argue with her any further.
The two simply said goodnight to each other.
He put down his phone, turned off the lights, and went to bed.
In the darkness and stillness, only the distant barking of dogs pierced the night sky.
The environment and her state of mind were exceptionally peaceful at that moment. Yu Huan closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Sunlight streamed through the window, silently invading his eyes and slowly waking him in its warm glow.
I stretched my arm out from the cozy bed, my fingers groping along the pillow until I finally touched the cold, hard screen of my phone.
Yu Huan squinted slightly, noticing that the time on the screen showed 8:34.
This number instantly brought him to his senses.
She hurriedly pushed off the covers and jumped out of bed.
I can't help but sigh that young people can really sleep; I slept for more than nine hours straight.
After getting dressed and relieving myself in the bathroom on the second floor, I went downstairs and saw the old man sitting in the backyard playing on his phone.
Yu Huan walked closer and glanced at the screen, only to find that they were playing a matching game.
I casually asked the old man, "Hasn't Orange arrived yet?"
The old man looked up at him, slightly puzzled: "What's wrong?"
“I asked her to come with me to the back hill to dig up some shrub tea bushes,” he explained. “My mother-in-law’s apartment has a large terrace, and I plan to plant some small tea bushes as potted plants. These things aren’t cheap in the city!”
After hearing this, the old man looked back at his phone screen and gently swiped his finger across it: "There are indeed many small tea trees on the back mountain. They are still blooming with tea flowers, and they smell wonderful. I'll take you to dig some later."
"Okay." Yu Huan nodded slightly.
Just as he was about to go wash up, the old man suddenly asked, "How much did this phone you bought me cost?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan smiled brightly, knowing that the old man wanted to give him the money for the phone.
Even though the old man's pension was about three times his salary, Yu Huan waved his hand and strode off, saying, "Don't worry about how much it is, just take it and use it!"
After washing up, Yu Huan took a large bowl to the yard, where he enjoyed the egg drop soup noodles that Teacher Wu had made for him while basking in the sun.
At 8:59, Yu Chengcheng arrived just in time and stepped across the threshold.
at the same time.
Forty kilometers away from here, at the Zaobao building, Wang Xianjiao, who was on duty for the weekend, hurriedly arrived at the new media department's workspace.
Hearing the sound of heels, Wang Zhi turned around and joked, "Oh, it's you, Wang Xianjiao. You arrived so punctually. I thought it was Brother Yu!"
Li Xiaoyu, who was editing text, chuckled upon hearing this.
Wang Xianjiao rolled her eyes, ignored him, quickly pressed the power button, and then plopped down in her office chair.
On weekdays, they update their social media accounts about once every half hour.
On weekends, however, the workload was much lighter, even though only three people were on duty at a time. After completing her assigned posting tasks, Wang Xianjiao still had some leisure time to browse the Sina Weibo backend.
Message notification 999+
A quick glance revealed that something was amiss.
The influx of private messages from netizens overwhelmed the backend.
And they are all screenshots from Yu Huan's short films.
These screenshots have had unnecessary backgrounds cropped out to highlight the individual images, and are also accompanied by a variety of special effects text.
This is……
Brother Yu has been turned into a meme?
Wang Xianjiao solemnly flipped through the images one by one, noticing that two of them seemed to be a set of photos, almost like they were being used extensively on social media, with captions for each:
'That's absolutely right!'
'You're right!'
Two more emojis were frequently sent to me via private messages by netizens:
'Owning a gun ≠ freedom'
'The Flower of Evil!'
She slammed her hand on the table in surprise: "Something terrible has happened!"
Brother Yu has been turned into a meme!
While netizens might be pleased to see this, it's hard to say whether it's ultimately a good or bad thing.
Li Xiaoyu paused in her typing, turned around a few empty seats away from Wang Xianjiao who looked startled, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Wang Xianjiao hurriedly called out to them, "Come and see quickly!"
Wang Zhi, who was sitting far away in a different row, suddenly stood up and strode over to Wang Xianjiao's workstation, tilting his head to look at the screen.
Then Li Xiaoyu, who was standing on the other side, saw these emojis, stroked her chin and pondered:
"These are all statements made by Yu Huan while reporting on the shooting incident. How did they end up as memes?"
Wang Zhi nodded thoughtfully.
"I don't know!" Wang Xianjiao scratched her cheek.
The saying goes, "Three cobblers with their wits combined are better than one Zhuge Liang."
Moreover, these are outstanding young people selected through a competitive application process.
Li Xiaoyu fell into deep thought, and slowly said, "Could it be because Yu Huan is trending on social media that his past experiences have been dug up?"
After listening, Wang Zhi nodded in agreement: "In my opinion, it's pretty much true."
The group discussed it for a while.
Li Xiaoyu reached out and took the mouse, then clicked through the Weibo page.
Finally, the answer was found for the trending topic #The Leader of Jiangnan Morning Post is Too Handsome#, which suddenly climbed to sixth place.
At 1 a.m., a blogger named 'Chen's Heart-Shaped Stone' posted a screenshot of a question and answer from the 'Zhihu' community, along with a blue background photo of Yu Huan and a screenshot of a short video.
As of 9:47 a.m., the Weibo post had attracted more than 7,000 comments and over 30,000 likes.
Li Xiaoyu opened the comments section with some surprise.
Most of the comments were found to be related to Yu Huan's sharp use of language when reporting on the shooting incident.
Criticizing the US's domineering passport.
A lighthearted look at summer camps for kids in Japan.
A review of Germany's century-old sewer system.
And his classic remarks when tagging and forwarding those disgusting and anti-intellectual comments.
'That's absolutely right!'
'You're right!'
This place.
Yilin readers probably wouldn't dare to show their faces, would they?
Of course, there were also some praises for Brother Yu himself:
"Seeing these remarks from the leader, even as a public intellectual, I broke out in a cold sweat."
……
'The new media department of Jiangnan Morning Post set up by my boss? I finally understand the true meaning of the idiom "talented and beautiful" [laughs through tears]'
……
'I was wrong. How dare I compare a stick to my leader? It's so insulting! [crying][crying][crying]'
……
Li Xiaoyu scrolled down the scroll wheel, clicked to enlarge the Zhihu screenshot, and after a moment's consideration, said:
"Could the person who exposed Yu Huan on Zhihu be one of our colleagues in the new media department? A reporter? Judging from the profile picture and nickname, it seems to be a woman..."
After browsing the blogger's Weibo posts, return to the topic page.
My gaze fell on a Weibo post that had soared to over 100,000 likes, but the comments were rather quiet, with only a little over 3,000.
'Emoji Camp':
'#The boss at Jiangnan Morning Post is so handsome# Here are the boss's emoji packs you wanted!'
Below is a nine-grid image, each one a meme of Yu Huan.
Li Xiaoyu quickly flipped through the pictures, then put down the mouse and looked at the other two.
Clearly, this is the culprit behind turning Brother Yu into memes!
Wang Xianjiao took the mouse and browsed the comments section briefly. One comment in particular caught her eye:
Why are there no updates? Thumbs down!
The blogger replied in the thread:
'Received! Working at top speed!'
Wang Zhi looked away from the computer screen, his playful expression fading, and said seriously, "Wang Xianjiao, contact Brother Huan first and see what he has to say."
Hear the words.
Wang Xianjiao instinctively grabbed the intercom, but her movements suddenly froze. She came to her senses and took out her cell phone from her coat pocket instead.
Li Xiaoyu turned and walked towards her workstation: "I'm going to call Zheng Yu."
While intuition isn't a bad thing, it's still good to listen to the opinions of professionals.
As an outstanding employee in the new media department, I am keenly aware of the immediacy and complexity of online public opinion.
Therefore, action must be swift; if something is amiss, timely guidance is necessary to prevent irreparable consequences.
After dialing Yu Huan's number, Wang Xianjiao immediately put the phone to her ear.
As the long ringtone played, just when she thought the call was about to disconnect automatically, it was suddenly answered...
"Hey?"
Yu Huan casually threw down the hoe.
When I saw the incoming call notification, my heart skipped a beat.
This person, at this time, would definitely not call directly unless there's an emergency.
"Hey! Brother Yu, something terrible has happened!"
Hearing Wang Xianjiao's anxious voice, Yu Huan, who was already mentally prepared, calmly spoke:
"What happened?"
"You've been turned into a meme!"
"Huh?" Yu Huan was taken aback.
Yu Chengcheng, who was bent over digging at tree roots with a hoe, turned around when she heard the sound and looked at Yu Huan, who looked completely bewildered.
"What do you mean? I've been turned into a meme?" Yu Huan asked in confusion, a gentle breeze brushing the fine sweat from his forehead.
He listened intently, and Wang Xianjiao's voice came through the receiver:
"Brother Yu, netizens have dug deep and found out it was you who reported on the shooting incident. They've even printed your statements onto screenshots of the video, and they're already circulating!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
I thought it was something serious.
He raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his face and asked in a relaxed tone, "Is it circulating on a small scale now?"
"No, it's widespread! Brother Yu, that trending topic you had yesterday has now climbed to sixth place on the hot search list. One meme-based Weibo post has over 100,000 likes, and one exposé-based Weibo post has over 30,000 likes."
Yu Huan pondered for a moment and asked, "Then there was no mockery of my image, was there?"
"No," Wang Xianjiao replied without hesitation.
"That's it?" Yu Huan was genuinely not too concerned.
"That's how it is for now, but the blogger who made you into a meme, Yu-ge, teased in the comments that an animated version is coming out..."
Yu Huan was somewhat speechless. After thinking for a moment, she said, "How about this, you contact Zheng Yu and ask her to compile the public opinion data and send it to my personal email. Don't rush to respond."
"Should we contact the platform to lower the popularity or restrict the expression of opinions by self-media?" Wang Xianjiao asked.
Yu Huan thought of Lao Li's WeChat name in the work group and couldn't help but smile, saying, "Let nature take its course. Call me anytime if anything happens."
"Okay, Brother Yu."
"You go ahead and do your thing. I'm hanging up."
Yu Huan didn't dwell on the fact that she hadn't addressed him by his job title while at work. He took the phone off his ear, hung up, and stuffed it into his pocket.
In today's internet age, anyone can become famous in 15 minutes.
In the years since short videos became popular, a person can become famous in just 15 seconds.
The girl in the underground parking garage became an overnight sensation in just 10 seconds.
How many people yearn for and fantasize about becoming famous overnight?
For Yu Huan, having a little bit of fame is not a bad thing.
Although fame is a double-edged sword, given the current online environment, he is likely to be given a nickname similar to 'Wolf Warrior'.
However, his reports and statements were truthful and objective revelations, without any exaggeration; they were simply more forward-thinking.
Yu Huan knew all too well that this kind of hype would come and go quickly.
And not all emojis are panda heads.
From a long-term perspective, when a great power rises many years later, he won't need to manage his image at all. When netizens see that he has this past experience, he will naturally be perceived as a great, glorious, and righteous person.
"Brother Yu, what's going on? An emoji? Is it a prank on your image?" Yu Chengcheng squatted on the slope, her face full of curiosity.
(End of this chapter)