novelraw Chapter 0154 A Silent Slap in the Face
Chapter 0154 A Silent Slap in the Face
8 PM.
The Limitless Building, the president's office temporarily converted into a live broadcast room.
With three professional cameras set up, the fill lights illuminated the entire space as bright as day.
The numbers on the screen were jumping wildly.
Online users: 100 million.
200 million.
500 million.
This was probably the most watched live stream of the year.
But this was not a fan meeting; it was a malicious online trial.
The barrage of comments was so dense and fast that it was almost impossible to read the words, but they were all insults.
Plagiarists, get out of the design world!
[You still have the nerve to do a live stream? Are you trying to apologize on live stream?]
[These kinds of "pretty faces" who climb the social ladder by relying on men should be banned immediately!]
[That artist, "Little A," was so angry she had to be hospitalized. Don't you have a heart?]
Jiang Ci sat in a chair in a blind spot of the camera.
He held an open bottle of water in his hand, and a thin blanket was placed on his lap.
His face was so dark it could drip water, and he stared intently at the vicious comments. If looks could kill, these keyboard warriors would have died tens of thousands of times over.
"Don't look."
Wen Ning's voice rang out softly.
She sat in front of the camera.
She didn't wear those expensive haute couture gowns, nor did she put on elaborate makeup.
She was wearing only a simple white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing a section of her slender white wrist.
Her hair was casually tied into a low ponytail, her face was bare, and you could even see the faint dark circles under her eyes.
But this actually gives her an extremely clean and resilient sense of strength.
She didn't look at Jiang Ci, nor did she look at the comments that were cursing her.
She simply adjusted the microphone calmly.
Then, look up.
Those clear eyes looked directly into the camera.
"Hello everyone, I'm Wen Ning."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was very steady.
There was no crying, no playing the victim, not even a single unnecessary explanation.
"Tonight, I won't gossip or talk about personal matters."
She picked up the black pressure-sensitive pen and tapped it on the huge digital screen in front of her.
"I only do one thing."
"A review of the entire creative process of 'Vitality'."
……
The voice just fell.
She lowered her head, the tip of her pen touching the screen.
There was no draft as a foundation.
On that pure black canvas, the first line glides out smoothly.
A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.
At first, the comments section was filled with angry and abusive remarks.
[What are you pretending for? You definitely have a draft!]
[I could do that kind of simple line work too!]
But soon.
As time went on, the criticism subsided.
Instead, there were strings of ellipses and question marks.
Wen Ning painted very quickly.
It's incredibly fast.
It's a kind of muscle memory formed after thousands of repetitions.
"The core of Vitality lies not in its composition, but in the logic of light and shadow."
Wen Ning explained as she drew.
Instead of using vague artistic terms, she went straight to the most hardcore technical points.
"The blue background here wasn't just randomly painted on."
"It is a ripple generated based on a fluid dynamics algorithm."
"When I was designing, I referred to the data model provided by Mr. Su and visualized the flow of code as ocean currents in the deep sea."
As she explained, the deep blue ocean on the canvas began to take shape.
The layers are distinct, and the light and shadow flow smoothly.
"And this golden spot of light."
Wen Ning changed to a different brush.
His gaze became exceptionally focused.
"It is not static."
"It simulates the explosive force of a plant breaking through the soil."
"To complement the 'ultra-low latency' feature of this new product, I adopted a radial particle structure..."
The pen tip dances.
Countless golden particles exploded on the screen, converging into a breathtaking beam of life light.
The trend of comments on the bullet screen has begun to change.
[Wait a minute... this woman seems to actually have some skill?]
[Is this hand speed even human? I also study digital painting, and these lines are incredibly steady!]
[What the hell is this fluid dynamics algorithm she just mentioned? How would a painter know about this?]
[I'm the programmer at Limitless... She's right, that's the logic behind our underlying code! Holy crap, so that's where this diagram came from?]
The doubts persist.
[These are definitely memorized words! Show them what you've got by changing them on the spot!]
[Exactly, anyone can copy a drawing, right?]
Wen Ning glanced at the comments.
She is not angry.
Instead, she curled the corners of her mouth into a smile.
Some people say I can recite things by heart.
She stopped writing.
"Alright then."
"Now, please make any request."
"Change the color tone? Change the direction of the light source? Or..."
She glanced at the comment that was making the most noise.
"Turn this light into flames?"
The screen instantly flooded with comments: [Flames! I want flames!]
[How about switching to a cyberpunk style?]
Wen Ning nodded.
"it is good."
She did not create a new canvas.
It's right on the original image.
There wasn't even the slightest pause in thought.
Her wrists flicked.
The golden light of life, which was originally there, quickly twisted, rose, and changed color under her pen.
The cool-toned blue background was replaced by large areas of neon purple and crimson.
That gentle light, in just three minutes, transformed into a raging fire, burning with a rebellious spirit, amidst the ruins.
"Vitality" is a cyberpunk-style film.
born.
Moreover, it still perfectly retains that vibrant and upward-looking vitality.
This time.
The live stream chat exploded.
[Holy crap!!!]
[I'm speechless! What kind of godlike hand speed is that?!]
[If this is plagiarism, then the original artist must be Leonardo da Vinci reincarnated! I've seen that 'Artist A's' previous works, and compared to this, they're practically elementary school doodles!]
[Haters, speak up! If this is staged, I'll eat the screen!]
[My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream... This isn't just a pretty face, this is a nuclear weapon!]
Wen Ning put down his pen.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
An hour of intense drawing and explanation left her physically exhausted.
But her eyes shone brighter than the stars.
"This is my creative logic."
She looked at the camera, her tone calm.
"Plagiarism can replicate the result."
"But you can't copy the process, much less the thought process."
"If anyone still thinks I plagiarized..."
She gently placed the pen on the table.
"Welcome to the battle. Whatever your style, whatever your topic, I'm ready to fight."
……
Just then.
A new trending topic has climbed to the top of the list in an extremely awkward way.
[Artist A's drawing goes wrong]
[Tech expert reveals that the timestamp in the so-called "original image" is photoshopped!]
[Original author admits to receiving money to smear others!]
It turns out that this happened while Wen Ning was live streaming.
Limitless's powerful technology and legal departments were also busy.
They followed the clues and directly broke through the rumor-monger's defenses.
That so-called "original draft" was simply Wen Ning's poster with AI layers processed and a fake time added.
Faced with the absolute strength displayed by Wen Ning, that clumsy lie seemed utterly ridiculous.
The insults completely disappeared from the live stream.
The screen was filled with "[Sorry]" and "[Wen Ning is awesome]".
Wen Ning looked at the comments on the screen.
He let out a long breath.
The tense shoulders finally relaxed.
ended.
She won.
She has to rely on herself.
Just as she was about to get up and turn off the live stream.
One hand.
Suddenly, they entered the frame.
It was a long, slender, well-defined, and exceptionally beautiful man's hand.
He was wearing a million-dollar luxury watch on his wrist.
He was holding a glass of warm water.
"Have a drink of water."
A deep, magnetic voice, tinged with obvious heartache, rang out in the live stream.
Although he did not show his face.
But that unique timbre, that gentle tone that only comes when facing someone you cherish.
Everyone online recognized it.
Wen Ning was taken aback.
She took the water glass and looked up at the camera.
She revealed the most relaxed and sweetest smile of the night.
"Thanks."
next second.
The hand did not retract.
Instead, it reached out very naturally.
He gently wiped away the tiny ink stain on Wen Ning's nose with his fingertip.
The actions were intimate.
skilled.
And it is full of possessiveness.
The live stream froze at that moment.
Then the screen went black.
ended.
But the network was completely paralyzed.
[Aaaaaah! That hand! That's President Jiang's hand!]
[I also want President Jiang to wipe my nose!]
[I knew President Jiang was right there! He stayed with her the whole time!]
[This is too much pampering! Accompanying her the whole time, serving her tea and water?]
[What kind of fairytale romance is this?! This powerful couple is destined for each other!]
in the office.
Jiang Ci turned off the equipment.
He ignored the frenzied online comments.
He pulled Wen Ning up from the chair.
He hugged her directly.
"You must be exhausted?"
He kissed her forehead, his voice filled with pride.
"Teacher Wen."
"That battle just now."
"That was a beautiful play."