===Chapter 25: I Beg You, Spare Me===

"Thud!"

With a crisp sound, the punching bag moved back by a centimeter.

Chen Yu: "..."

After a moment of silence, he slowly released his fist and leaned forward to carefully measure the distance the punching bag had moved on the floor.

No mistake.

Just one centimeter...

Perhaps even overestimated.

"...This is so disappointing!" Chen Yu angrily kicked the punching bag.

"Thud—"

This kick made it move at least five centimeters.

"This is useless for real combat!"

He was certain that he was about to explode with anger at this moment.

However, the power he exerted was far from reaching the level of an "ability."

It was even inferior to that of an amateur boxer.

"Do I have to reach the point of destroying my home and suffering serious injuries to demonstrate any results?"

"Then what's the point of having this 'ability'?"

Frustrated, Chen Yu kicked the punching bag a few more times, then lowered his head and began pacing around the room, his brain working at full capacity.

"The ability is real."

"It is indeed stronger than my normal strength."

"But I must find a reliable way to use it."

"..."

After a while, a sudden inspiration struck him. He quickly sat back at the computer desk and swiftly entered a line of text into the search engine.

[Evaluation of JJ Lin's Vocal Ability]

The screen flickered, and a new page appeared.

Chen Yu carefully searched for a while and finally found the infuriating information.

("JJ Lin's vocal ability is really not good, it has been greatly exaggerated. His real singing skills are only at the level of a nightclub singer.")

("Various voice corrections in the recording studio, numerous flaws in live performances.")

("Can't compare to professional singing broadcasters.")

    (Heart~ skips a beat~ the agony begins~)

(He does sing just average, but the main issue is that his songs are too unpleasant to listen to. He relies on shouting and pretending to be cool, but in reality, he can only fool the ignorant.)

(Really? Isn't this singer already phased out by the market?)

"Bang!"

With a punch, the computer desk cracks.

[Jay Chou's Evaluation]

("His 'Faraway' is okay, the rest are all trash.")

("He's just propped up by capital, what did you expect?")

("Mumbling and babbling, the most important aspects of singing are expressing emotions and clear pronunciation. In terms of these basic skills, he's unqualified.")

("Passing by as a professional musician, Jay Chou improved significantly in his later stages. Mainly relying on his fanbase. Can't compare to the new generation of singers who train their singing abilities scientifically.")

("It can only be said that the Chinese music industry hasn't progressed for so many years for a reason. Good songs are suppressed by people like Jay Chou, JJ Lin, and Tao. Don't argue, that's the truth.")

("Creativity has dried up, and his singing level is even worse. Still holding one concert after another, solely to drain the money of those brain-dead fans.")

("Knowing he can't deceive for many more years, he's focused on amassing wealth.")

("People who like Jay Chou, to be honest, have low music taste.")

("Can't even match up to Kun Kun in terms of popularity.")

Chen Yu: "..."

[Science Fiction Haters]

("Is it necessary to hype up the Iron King? Without any surprises, could he achieve such popularity?")

("Not even worthy of shining LeBron James' shoes.")

("If we exclude the idol effect, his skills and achievements wouldn't place him in the top twenty in the league's history. Without Shaq, what would he be?")

("LeBron James fans have a trait, they love recognizing a father.")

[LeBron James Haters]

("Isn't he even more talentless than Kevin Durant?")

("In the ancient era of competition, really, any blue-collar worker could defend against him. He's just a product of the league's star-making machinery.")

[Who is the true football king?]

("Hahaha, that's hilarious. Some people actually say it's Messi? With that level, tsk tsk.")

("Does Cristiano Ronaldo even deserve to be mentioned? Stars from the last century, who didn't outperform him?")

[Evaluation of The Wandering Earth]

("I've watched both movies, and I can only say The Wandering Earth is truly deserving of its champion status.")

[How to evaluate Bilibili?]

("Isn't it just a cesspool for elementary school kids?")

[Seriously, can we have a group of male celebrities die? Ignoring the facts, how desperate must a girl be to be driven to murder?]

[Is it so difficult to acknowledge someone's strengths? Foreigners really do have good genes...]

[Young people can't make money, we can only blame their generation for being lousy. Just enjoying the benefits without putting in the effort, lazy and foolish. Back in our time...]

[I suggest expelling students who grab the microphone. Distinguished professors don't speak without reason.]

    "Wumeizi sauce is the ultimate killer of romantic relationships on mobile phones..."

"Ma Yun, Ma Huateng, Qiuqiu, why don't you just shut down the game..."

"People who enjoy online novels are just losers, right?"

"Your parents are doing it for your own good..."

"Women who demand dowries are really overbearing..."

"Do mobile games even deserve to be called games? Laughable..."

"..."

With a "click" sound, Chen Yu clenched the mouse tightly, his face darkening. He continued scrolling through more news related to bullying, urban management, property management, and child trafficking, feeling a flame burning fiercely in his chest.

"Crack!"

He crushed the mouse and walked over to the punching bag, letting his anger swell, constantly replaying those negative messages in his mind. Gradually, a murderous intent emerged in his eyes.

"You damn bastards!"

"Boom!"

Half a second later, a ferocious punch full of rage was unleashed!

The force was so great that the glass vibrated with a humming sound. The nearly 200kg heavy punching bag fell to the ground and slid across the floor, crashing into the wall and knocking off a large piece of plaster!

This level of power was achieved through an unconventional use of force with the "upper body." It had clearly surpassed the limits of an average human male...

"..."

"..."

Chen Yu: "..."

The anger gradually dissipated. He calmed down for a moment, lowered his head, and looked at his bloodied fist and twisted wrist. Then he glanced at the fallen punching bag on the ground.

Suddenly, it dawned on him.

"So, this superpower is for keyboard warriors."

"..."

"..."

"But why the hell did I get injured too?!"

...

Time.

Like a young girl's first period, it always comes and goes in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

The overweight neighbor, who had been sentenced to three days of administrative detention, was finally released from the police station. He dragged his weary body back to his own home and sighed deeply. Just as he was about to lie down and rest for a while, he caught sight of Chen Yu lying on his bed.

He was immediately stunned.

"...What the hell?!"

"Mmm." Chen Yu woke up in a daze, seeing his neighbor and yawning. "Morning. Mmm."

"Why are you sleeping in my house?"

Getting up and hanging his right arm, wrapped in a plaster cast, Chen Yu, still groggy, said, "You have a computer at home, it's more convenient for me to practice..."

"Practice? Practice what?"

"Ah, it's nothing."

Without further explanation, Chen Yu rolled off the bed, rubbed his sore face, and then walked up to his neighbor, reaching out to take off the neighbor's hat.

He noticed that the neighbor's title had successfully changed from "A Person Not to Be Underestimated" to "Useless Otaku" during his few days in detention.

    "Well done. I knew it, when it comes to self-abandonment, no one is more professional than you."

Ignoring the increasingly unpleasant expression of the neighbor, Chen Yu patted the person's shoulder in satisfaction. "Congratulations on being released from prison. Today, we're starting anew! Let's continue the struggle! Once again, let go of your 'useless shut-in' title!"

"Thud!"

A loud sound was heard.

The chubby neighbor immediately knelt down before Chen Yu and knocked his head three times forcefully.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Big brother!"

"Uncle!"

"Dad!"

"Ancestor!"

Tears streamed down the chubby neighbor's face as he pleaded, "I beg you, please spare me."

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