Xu Qingfan sheepishly left the kitchen and returned to his room, where he started drying his hair and turned on his computer.
Because traveling had drained so much of his energy, Xu Qingfan had only paid attention to the small composition incident for the first two days and hadn't bothered with it since.
The last time he checked on September 2, the repost count of the post had already broken thirty thousand, and the number of likes was about the same.
As soon as the computer booted up, QQ, set to log in automatically, also started, and before long, a continuous coughing and dripping sound began coming out of the speakers.
After muting his computer, Xu Qingfan moved his mouse to the QQ icon at the bottom right corner; a long stream of message alerts popped up, and it took him ignoring them more than twenty times before everything fell silent again.