“Huh? Jinling University’s official Weibo actually shared a song.”
Liu Qiang Dong said as he opened the song’s video link.
A few minutes later, Liu Qiang Dong sniffed, his eyes getting a little red.
With hope and dreams in his heart, he returned, still a young man.
His alma mater, it had been a long time since he last went back.
As he thought about it, he forwarded the Weibo post:
“My alma mater emphasizes both research and humanities, kudos to Jinling people, kudos to Fang Tian.”
The Weibo account he used was the official account of “Jing Dong Company.”
Jing Dong Company was founded by Liu Qiang Dong, one of the top ten internet companies in Magic City.
…
The same scenario was happening across the country.
“Zhou Xing Xing Culture Co., Ltd.”
“Dota Game Studio.”
“Shunda Logistics.”
One after another, companies and studios, big and small…
Even local TV station Weibo accounts forwarded Jinling University’s Weibo.
Jinling University’s Weibo post became a massive alumni report session.
It was only then that people realized.
That Jinling University, which normally kept a low profile, had quietly cultivated so many talents.
“Proud of my alma mater!!!”
Someone commented as they forwarded the song to their Moments.
“Let them see how excellent my alma mater is!”
Someone started creating a super topic called “Jinling University Graduation Ceremony.”
At eleven o’clock at night, online life was just beginning.
The students on campus were even more enthusiastic, because they felt the strongest sense of honor.
For a while, everyone’s Moments and Weibo posts, including those of Jinling University students, were filled with reposts of the video link of Fang Tian singing “The Wind Rises.”
“My friend sang it, we were still drinking together the other day and talking about this.” Someone boasted in their high school classmate group.
“A classmate of mine sang it, this guy is normally a silent type, didn’t expect him to be so good.” Someone forwarded the song to their family group.
…
Fang Tian unknowingly gained many new friends.
Of course, he didn’t care about that.
The moment Jinling University’s official Weibo made a statement, he used his own account to forward it.
He really didn’t know what to say, so he simply wrote:
“Thanks to the official Weibo account, kudos to my alma mater’s patriotic spirit and humanistic care.”
In less than an hour, Fang Tian’s Weibo followers reached 30,000.
His private messages were exploding.
“Little brother, write a song for me too? I’ll be your lover for a month.”
“Are you Fang Tian from Shiyan High School? I’m your ex-girlfriend, Guan Xiao Qiao.”
“Selling account? 200.”
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With all kinds of comments and reposts online.
The popularity of Jinling University’s graduation ceremony song “The Wind Rises” gradually rose, entering the top 30 of Weibo’s trending searches.
This was still incomparable to Jing Tian releasing a new song.
But this achievement was something that no other school had ever achieved before.
Li Hong Yuan, behind the screen, was smiling so hard his molars were almost showing.
This kid Fang, not bad.
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At twelve o’clock in the middle of the night, the popularity online had reached its peak.
The two topics related to Jinling University eventually settled at number 17 on the trending searches.
It was clear that it was running out of steam.
Fang Tian and Cheng Yi were exhausted and went to bed first.
But just then.
The official Weibo account of Beijing University suddenly forwarded Jinling University’s Weibo, and commented:
“Good song, I’m taking it, tomorrow we’ll make a Beijing University version of the MV. Our Beijing University is a 211 university directly under the Ministry of Education…”
Beijing and Jinling always had a good relationship.
Usually, it was only Beijing that would be so playful with Jinling.
Wow, riding on the hype to promote their own school, Beijing University is really something.
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The next day, at nine in the morning.
Fang Tian, who was still asleep, was suddenly awakened by Cheng Yi’s strange yell.
“Old Fang, check Weibo, you’re really hot now.”
“Huh?” Fang Tian groggily picked up his phone.
He opened Weibo and saw that his followers had reached 200,000?
Holy crap!
What’s going on?
He opened Jinling University’s official Weibo.
The number of likes and forwards under that Weibo post was about the same as last night before he went to bed?
No, the comments had clearly increased.
Fang Tian widened his eyes and clicked on the comments.
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