After Switching Bodies, the Mad Overbearing CEO Takes Over the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: The Fan Leader

Back in the classroom, the first period was chemistry class.

Ji Tian flipped through the textbook while the teacher on the stage spoke with dramatic intonation, not caring whether the students below could understand.

Jian Chuyi tried hard to keep up with the progress, but Ji Tian only felt that the scientific knowledge that seemed difficult before had now become particularly simple.

Because of this, she even did a simple test paper during class and got almost all the answers right.

Great, she could still handle studying easily. She used to want to study law, so she chose arts, but her science grades weren’t bad back then, embarking on a confused and competitive path amidst a sea of regretful gazes.

Now to study science again…

She seriously doubted the King of Competition system, suspecting it of false advertising.

After the lecture ended, Ji Tian went to play with the study software.

Most of the registered users used their own names as if scared that others wouldn’t know who they were, some even displayed their schools.

The app wasn’t just a learning platform; it also allowed users to post pictures and chat in the community, acting as a software for learning, social interaction, and leisure.

This learning platform had been created many years ago, was about to go bankrupt, but got taken over by Imperial City Academy, and now with the gimmick of a hundred thousand in scholarship funds, the app was overflowing with users.

She discovered that many Imperial City Academy students were using pseudonyms, especially the academy’s school badge, which, when displayed, gave a unique impression. Posts by users with the Imperial City Academy badge always attracted the most people.

Someone had even dug up Shen Zhiyi and Bai Tingyu’s IDs.

One called “white,” the other “Nanfeng Zhimo,” both accompanied by the Imperial City Academy badge.

However, neither of the two had chatted in forums or posted anything; they just silently worked through questions.

Ji Tian refreshed the leaderboard and to her surprise, the top-ranked wasn’t Shen Zhiyi or Bai Tingyu, but a mysterious bigwig nicknamed “Hates Milk,” with a clean profile, no indication of gender, no school displayed, and a blank profile picture. Judging by the registration date, they had been a member for two years and the last activity was half a year ago, with five thousand points, meaning they had answered five thousand questions correctly, a hundred percent accuracy.

Shen Zhiyi’s points from answering questions were two thousand, making it clear she was working hard to catch up to first place because to get the scholarship, one had to surpass the top rank. Furthermore, the platform wouldn’t reset previous data, so if first place was occupied by a dormant account, they’d save some money.

Following closely was Bai Tingyu, who wasn’t answering questions seriously and was intentionally letting Shen Zhiyi lead, with a large group of students from other schools following at the end.

Looking at the dates, both had been registered for a while.

Today, Ji Tian had only learned about this good deal through Jian Chuyi. Was it because she was a poor student that no one had told her?

She clicked on her profile and gave herself the nickname “Super Egg Yolk,” pairing it with an enticing golden fried egg as her avatar.

She looked at the types of questions and found them to be truly perverse. The platform randomly generated questions from easy to difficult, mixing arts and sciences, not caring about one’s main subject. Whatever came up, one had to answer, and not answering would cost points. The goal was clearly to train well-rounded individuals. It wasn’t hard to imagine just how impressive the Milk bigwig was — five thousand questions answered perfectly!

Ji Tian checked her own rank, 97,088.

Precise to the unit place, but in a moment, she had dropped to 97,089.

So the ones ahead were all real people, huh.

Class was about to end, and that’s when Ji Tian put away her phone, raising her head to meet the thick lenses of the chemistry teacher, who was giving her a sharp look.

Ji Tian: “…”

Wuhu, about to be reported again.

During the second period, English class, Ji Tian simply lay down to sleep, and that’s when Bai Tingyu and Shen Zhiyi returned to the classroom.

Then, Ji Tian noticed that their absence hadn’t relaxed the competitive spirit of Class One; instead, it had intensified, with everyone hugging their books as if trying to dive into them.

Jian Chuyi was the same, striving harder than before she left. Her efforts hadn’t been unrewarded, going from failing grades to just shy of passing was a sign of diligence.

Ji Tian propped her head on her hands and yawned, meeting Jian Chuyi’s envious glare. She lazily asked, “Why are you looking at me? I didn’t ask you to play games, don’t even think about asking me for tutoring.”

Jian Chuyi: “…”

We’re good friends, what’s wrong with teaching a bit?

Sneaking a glance at the teacher, Jian Chuyi then carefully pulled out her phone, set it to silent, and showed Ji Tian a video: “Look! It’s all Shen Zhiyi’s fault, causing our class to spiral into competitive chaos again, makes me so angry!”

In the video, Shen Zhiyi was… live streaming her studying?

Ji Tian tilted her head slightly. Wasn’t this the live streaming site she used that day?

After she left, did Yan Ming call Shen Zhiyi over to continue broadcasting?

Jian Chuyi scrolled on her phone: “I watched your livestream that day and it was hilarious. Tiantian, you are so articulate. I saw those little blackies cursing at you, I used two accounts to back you up in the argument, but it still wasn’t as satisfying as your comebacks. After you left, Shen Zhiyi took over, and she started studying directly, drawing a lot of traffic. Now she’s sharing study tips live every day at eight, causing everyone in class to follow suit and escalate the competitiveness.”

As she spoke, Jian Chuyi clicked into Shen Zhiyi’s broadcast platform’s homepage. She had registered an account there, amassing one million fans already.

“A bunch of people are watching her study, non-stop praising her. I don’t understand what’s so interesting about it! I won’t watch it. By the way, Tiantian, why don’t you also create an account and livestream?” Jian Chuyi looked up, blinking eagerly; it was obvious she really hoped Ji Tian would start livestreaming.

Ji Tian withdrew her attention from Shen Zhiyi’s video, curling the corner of her mouth: “What should I livestream? Roasting little blackies?”

Unexpectedly, Jian Chuyi’s eyes lit up: “Is that possible?”

“…”

With a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, she said, “Of course, it’s possible.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Go create one! Otherwise, how will your fans find a place to follow you?”

Ji Tian thought it was quite odd: “I have fans?”

Jian Chuyi nodded vigorously and pulled out a colorful support banner from her backpack: “I worked hard to snatch this, look, isn’t it pretty?”

On the rectangular banner was written “Love Donut the most,” followed by a heart.

“…”

“Who made this?”

Jian Chuyi joyfully flipped it left and right, shaking her head: “Bodhi Island, it’s from a mysterious fan leader! Really generous, and rich!”

Ji Tian had a strange look on her face, wondering if her own brother had pulled this off.

After all, who else could be rich and generous but him? But remembering his aversion to the entertainment industry, she doubted it was possible. He had been the most opposed to her being on that lousy show; how could he be the leader of her fan club, and then she dismissed the thought.

Reviewing each person in the family one by one, she thought it unlikely for any of them.

Unable to figure it out, she let it go. What had she done to deserve a fan leader so extravagantly generous?