Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

After arriving at the hotel, Lin Yue took a shower and lay down on the bed.

He took out his phone and opened TikTok.

Search for how to approach girls, how to pick up girls, how to get closer to foreign girls...

I'm studying while planning my photo shoot tomorrow.

Only after doing all that did he begin editing the footage he had recorded on the plane that day.

These materials are great; they're sure to go viral and boost his followers.

After finishing editing the video, he remembered the Douyin video he posted at the airport that afternoon; two hours had passed.

He clicked in and took a look at the data.

It has 8,000 views, over 600 likes, and dozens of comments.

It's a little better than usual, but nothing special.

The comments section is sparse.

"Spend an hour in the restroom? Flight attendants' legs go weak? Dude, are you writing a novel?"

"I need pictures and the truth! What do flight attendants look like?"

"I don't believe it. This guy is only slightly better looking than me. A flight attendant would be interested in him? Only a dog would believe that."

Lin Yue scrolled through a few messages, smiled, and put his phone next to his pillow.

He turned over, picked it up again, and watched the video once more.

"He's really handsome."

Lin Yue muttered something to himself, put down his phone, and turned off the light.

I had just closed my eyes when my phone vibrated.

He ignored it.

It shook again.

Then it started vibrating continuously, like someone was poking around on the screen with their finger.

He reached out and touched it, squinting as he looked.

A row of red dots appeared in the Douyin notification bar, representing likes, comments, and new followers.

It has been viewed 12,000 times.

He paused for a moment, then clicked on it.

Dozens more comments appeared in the comment section.

"Who is this man???"

"I watched that cigarette-lighting motion ten times over, it was so cool."

"I tried to imitate him several times, but I'm still not as handsome as this guy."

"Did anyone notice his height? The proportions when he got out of the car, he's definitely over 185cm tall."

The number of views jumped to 20,000, and the number of likes exceeded 1,000.

Lin Yue sat up and refreshed the page. The page had 25,000 views and 1,500 likes.

Another refresh, 30,000 views, 2,000 likes.

The numbers are jumping, increasing by thousands with each refresh.

He took a deep breath and stared at the screen.

Thirty-five thousand, forty thousand, fifty thousand.

Each time the page is refreshed, the number of views increases by 10,000.

The comment section started growing rapidly.

"Sisters, don't fight over it, I'll call him 'husband' first!"

"That watch on his wrist, an Omega Seamaster, worth 86,000!"

"Are you all looking at your watches, and only I'm looking at his fingers? The knuckles, the length—it's incredible!"

"I took a screenshot of that profile and used it as my wallpaper, both for the lock screen and the home screen!"

"Help! These hands are so incredibly long! The knuckles are so defined, so white and long, I'm about to ascend to heaven!"

"The watch is an accessory; the hand is the real essence!"

"Don't just look at the watch! Look at his aura! That profile! That jawline! The way he smokes! He's absolutely captivating!"

"That smoking motion of his! I could watch it for a year!"

"Sisters, calm down, this is my husband, don't try to take him away!"

"I'm already imagining him holding my hand!"

"My hands are ecstatic! It's a shame they're not used for playing the piano!"

"His profile is killer!"

"Help! What kind of divine beauty is this?!"

The number of views jumped to 80,000, and the number of likes reached 8,000.

The number of followers jumped from 530,000 to 535,000.

Lin Yue's hands began to tremble.

He put his phone on the bedside table, took a deep breath, and picked it up again.

It has been viewed 100,000 times.

He stood up, walked around the room twice, and then sat back down.

It has been viewed 120,000 times.

The comment section is so busy it's overflowing, with dozens of comments appearing every second.

"I declare this to be the most handsome man I've seen this year."

"He looks a bit like Daniel Wu!"

"I think he looks like Louis Koo!"

"You're all wrong. He looks like Takeshi Kaneshiro, but he's even more handsome than Takeshi Kaneshiro when he was young."

"Let me say this: he's more handsome than Daniel Wu, Louis Koo, and Takeshi Kaneshiro. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

"I object!"

The number of views jumped to 200,000, the number of likes reached 20,000, and the number of fans reached 550,000.

Lin Yue's phone started to heat up.

He took off the phone case and held it in his hand; his palms were sweaty.

The number of views is 250,000, 300,000, and 350,000.

Each time the page is refreshed, the number jumps up a notch.

He dared not refresh the page, so he just stared at the screen, watching the numbers jump up on their own, like a stopwatch.

One comment in the comment section got pushed to the top with over 8,000 likes:

"Where's the flight attendant mentioned in the original post? I want to see the scene of the flight attendant's legs going weak!"

There were thousands of follow-up comments.

"Yes! Where's the flight attendant?"

"We don't want to look at the men, we want to see the flight attendants' legs go weak!"

"OP, don't just write, show us the pictures!"

Lin Yue's phone started lagging, and TikTok crashed once.

He reopened it, and it had 700,000 views.

He took a deep breath, opened WeChat, found Chen Mo's chat window, and made a voice call.

beep - beep - beep -

"The number you dialed is currently switched off."

He dialed again, then turned off the phone.

I dialed again, but the phone was still off.

"Holy crap, Mo-ge, what are you doing?"

He threw his phone on the bed and lay down on his back.

The phone is still vibrating, one beat after another, like a heartbeat.

He picked it up and glanced at it; one million.

The comment section exploded, with dozens of comments every second; it was impossible to read them all.

"Please provide contact information! Please share your Weibo account! Please share your Douyin account!"

"I'm willing to pay, really, any amount."

"Sisters, calm down, you're scaring them."

"I'm not calm. I've been single for 26 years, and I've finally met someone who makes my heart flutter. You're telling me to calm down?"

"What's the use of your feelings? He's in Bangkok, and you're at home."

"I can fly there."

"They might not even be interested in you."

"Shut up!"

The number of views jumped to 1.5 million, and the number of fans exceeded 650,000.

Lin Yue sat up, holding his phone in both hands, staring at the screen.

He has been making videos for two or three years, and his best result is a travel guide with 500,000 views.

This video garnered 1.5 million views in less than three hours.

His throat was dry, and he wanted to drink water, but he didn't want to move, afraid that he would drop his phone if he did.

It has been viewed two million times.

Another comment has been pushed to the top:

"I suggest that Douyin (TikTok) create an account for this person and name it 'Husband of the Whole Internet'."

Someone replied below: "It's useless even if it's turned on. If he doesn't post videos, what are we supposed to watch?"

"Just watching him smoke is enough."

"Looking at his profile is fine too."

"I can see even his breathing."

Lin Yue chuckled and dialed Chen Mo's number again, but it was still switched off.

He sent a WeChat message: "Brother Mo, you're famous. Douyin is exploding. Contact me as soon as you turn your phone on."

Place your phone against your chest and close your eyes.

He vaguely thought that when Chen Mo turned on his phone, he would tell him that he was now the most popular man on the internet, but Chen Mo probably didn't care about that.

That man doesn't even care if a flight attendant offers herself to him, so why would he care how many people online call him "husband"?

Will not.

He rolled over and tucked his phone under his pillow.

The screen was still lit, and the number of views jumped to three million.

Another popular comment has appeared in the comments section.

"I watched it a hundred times. I could watch that cigarette-lighting gesture for a year. Don't you guys think he's like the perfect male protagonist straight out of a novel?"

"You're absolutely right, I suspect you're writing a novel."

"It wasn't us who wrote it, it was God who wrote it. This man is the protagonist of a novel written by God."

Chen Mo, the protagonist in that video, was sitting in a taxi heading towards Bangkok's old city.