Chapter 154 - 111: So-called Righteous Skill

Seeing the golden ginkgo leaf Chen Jue handed her, Wu Fang’s face flushed slightly as she accepted it. She then took his palm to look at the scratches, saying softly, "Thank you! I love the gift! But don’t do anything so foolish again."

"I’ll be more careful next time," Chen Jue nodded. The scratches on his hand were just a scraped layer of skin. Adding a few points to his [Constitution] would heal it right up; they just looked a little scary on the surface.

Most importantly, he had made Teacher Wu happy, and to Chen Jue, that was worth more than anything.

"Are we just shooting this one clip today?" Wu Fang stopped the device’s recording function and looked up at Chen Jue.

"This part is enough. This should be the last time I film a special skill related to Darts."

"I’ll think of something new after this, so netizens don’t get tired of seeing the same thing," Chen Jue nodded. He packed up the camera equipment and sat down on the lawn with Wu Fang to discuss post-production and editing.

...

Because they had used multiple camera angles this time, the editing required a bit more effort.

After spending over an hour on it, Chen Jue finally uploaded the freshly-made video, "Special Skill: Retrieving Darts," to several short-video apps.

Thanks to the live stream a few days ago where he vindicated Huaxia Martial Arts with his "Flying Needle embroidery," Brother of Special Skills’ account had gained over two million followers. As soon as Chen Jue’s new video went live, the number of online viewers began to skyrocket.

The bullet comments and the comment section went from completely empty at the time of upload to having several hundred messages within five minutes.

"First row! (doge)"

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Are you sure Brother of Special Skills is human? Not possessed by a monkey?"

"Did you get the title wrong for this one? I feel like it should be called ’Leaping Over Roofs and Vaulting Over Walls’!"

"Tree: Don’t come over here... (shivering)"

"Could this be the legendary Qinggong? (shocked)"

"From the title, I thought he was going to throw a boomerang and catch it. I never expected Brother of Special Skills to just fly up a tree at the drop of a hat! (facepalm)"

"Isn’t that a ginkgo tree in the park? I’d guess it’s about 7 stories tall! (scared) And he climbed it without any safety gear. That’s insane! (awesome)"

"Beautiful scenery! Beautiful tree! Beautiful skill! As expected of Brother of Special Skills! (worshipping)"

Since the video was newly posted, netizens were still busy coming up with jokes to get the top comment, so the number of likes in the comment section hadn’t picked up yet.

Still, for so many real people to flood in within just a few minutes was beyond what Chen Jue and Wu Fang had expected.

"You’re almost at three million followers!"

"Looks like you’re guaranteed a spot among this year’s Top 100 Influencers," Wu Fang remarked with emotion, watching the numbers continuously climb on the video’s backend.

Once you found the right path in the short-video world and hit the right note with netizens, going viral could happen in a matter of minutes.

On top of that, people were getting bored of the usual "digital junk food." Everyone wanted to see something new and fresh. So, upon discovering "Brother of Special Skills," a content creator who was truly different, netizens eagerly joined in the frenzy of boosting his traffic.

Chen Jue hadn’t expected the after-effects and influence of his last live stream to be so massive, pushing his Brother of Special Skills account into the running for the year’s Top 100 Influencers in just a few short days.

Even the official accounts of several video platforms had sent him private messages, inviting him to their annual galas.

Besides these invitations, there were also numerous private messages about business collaborations.

They weren’t just about weapons; there were also offers for things like health supplements, sports products, and so on. In short, it was a huge variety, and his inbox just showed "999+".

"Maybe it’s because every Huaxia Person has a wuxia dream!"

"My videos just happened to strike a chord with everyone’s tastes, so they got popular pretty quickly," Chen Jue analyzed fairly. Even he himself had dreamt of roaming the world with a sword since he was a child.

"It’s not just about taste! It’s that your special skills are one-of-a-kind. Others couldn’t imitate you even if they wanted to," Wu Fang replied meaningfully. She then picked up the golden ginkgo leaf, admired it for a moment, and gently tucked it into a book she had brought with her.

Just like Chen Jue’s special skills, this ginkgo leaf, plucked from the top of a 20-meter-high tree, was also one-of-a-kind.

It wasn’t anything valuable, but it touched a soft spot in Wu Fang’s heart.

...

The afternoon flew by. After filming the special skill video, Chen Jue started practicing Tai Chi and Horse Stance by the park’s lake, earning 0.01 Free Attribute points from two hours of practice.

Meanwhile, Wu Fang sat on the lawn, finished grading her lesson plans, and then began to read her book seriously.

The two of them were quiet, one scholarly, one martial, each immersed in their own world.

But they would still steal glances at each other from time to time, as if admiring one another.

When the sun began to set, Wu Fang packed up her book and, as she walked out of the park with Chen Jue, she murmured to him, "Do you want to come over to my place for dinner?"

"Dinner?"

"Isn’t it a little too early for that?" Chen Jue first froze, then blurted out a sentence that completely ruined the mood.

After all, he was a "single dog" who had been single for years. His EQ had long since been welded shut with an iron bar—a textbook straight man.

"Alright then... Be safe on your way home! See you next time! Master Chen~" Seeing her invitation had failed, Wu Fang didn’t get angry. She just winked at Chen Jue and then scurried off toward the neighborhood gate.

Watching Wu Fang’s retreating figure, Chen Jue finally realized what he had just missed out on.