Chapter 29: The Anonymous Dog-Head Revealed

"This ruins my plans!" Reminded by Huang Lili, Zhang Chu suddenly remembered that tomorrow was the martial arts exam mobilization conference at Binzhou University.

His original plan to stay rooted in the Exotic Beast Forest, hunting feverishly and earning tearful profits for three days, had to be shelved.

Zhang Chu hadn't intended to give any speech or report. He was only going to show respect to Huang Wenzhan and to see how Li Feng would be dealt with.

He truly wasn't motivated by the prospect of being recruited early by the Martial Arts Research Institute as an outstanding student.

Becoming a student at the Research Institute was far less appealing to him than being a counselor.

But Huang Lili had repeatedly insisted that he must prepare a PPT.

He finished a three-page PPT, browsed the forum until midnight, and then finally went to sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Chu was jolted awake by a barrage of phone calls.

He glanced at the time—nine o'clock. One hour left until the conference.

He messaged Huang Lili: "On the way."

Only then did Zhang Chu leisurely wash his face, brush his teeth, and change into a stylish outdoor jacket before heading out.

On the road.

Qin Lu, wife of Zhou Chuanxiong, called: "Mr. Zhang, the car you ordered has arrived today, same model. The owner is out of town, but if you're in a hurry, we can deliver it to your door."

"Thank you, Manager Qin. Please bring it over," he replied.

The Thunder Warrior L1, a luxury car coveted by martial artists.

Every second of waiting was disrespectful to the vehicle.

After sending Qin Lu the Binzhou University address, Zhang Chu opened his Penguin app.

He checked the muted class group, which was currently in chaos.

"Did you hear? Zhang Chu is giving a speech at the martial arts exam conference!"

"No way, seriously? I always thought that was just a rumor."

"Liu Daming: You all know nothing. I called Zhang yesterday, and he confirmed it. I've been his roommate for four years; he wouldn't lie to me."

"Liu Daming, stop bragging. When Zhang Chu was in a wheelchair, you kept pestering to switch rooms."

"…"

Reading the group messages, Zhang Chu noticed that Su Mingyue and Zhao Panpan seemed to be lurking. Their Penguin accounts were greyed out.

The special car arrived at the university gate.

Stepping out, Zhang Chu immediately saw Huang Lili, dressed in a khaki JK skirt and white thigh-high socks, pacing nervously.

"Zhang Chu, you're finally here! The conference is about to start!"

Huang Lili grabbed Zhang Chu and rushed him into the school.

Zhang Chu wanted to take out his student card to verify his identity.

But the security guards, seeing Huang Lili, saluted smartly, didn't even check his documents.

Damn!

So this was the privilege of being the child of an official?

There were ten days left until the national martial arts exam. Universities across the country were holding their annual martial arts exam mobilization conferences.

Binzhou University spared no expense this year, inviting numerous media outlets and several representatives from the Martial Artist Administration.

All because this year's Binzhou University boasted three geniuses.

First, Zhang Chu, the inspirational prodigy who overcame ALS and stood again through martial prowess, becoming a level 2 martial artist.

Second, the anonymous "Doghead," whose hidden achievements remain legendary at the school.

Third, Su Mingyue, with both goddess-like beauty and prodigious talent—a dream for countless young men.

The conference was held in the "Martial Artist Grand Hall."

As the representative of outstanding students, Zhang Chu entered a side room through a private passage.

Makeup, wardrobe adjustments, briefing on camera positions—it was all very professional.

"Xiao Chu, we're counting on you today," Huang Wenzhan came in to give a few words of advice before heading out to the stage.

Zhang Chu and Huang Lili sat in the makeup room, watching the live feed on the monitor.

The host was the deputy director of the guidance office, a mature, sensual woman whose every gesture captivated the male staff.

Speeches from various leaders preceded the event.

Layer upon layer of flattery, followed by Huang Wenzhan reporting the school's achievements for the year, then looking ahead to the future, and finally delivering an inspiring pep talk.

The camera shifted, and Zhang Chu spotted Su Mingyue.

As an outstanding student, Su Mingyue sat in the second row, her gaze dull, eyes red and swollen, a far cry from the aloof goddess she had been: "What's going on? Did I hit her that hard?"

At that moment, Su Mingyue gripped her phone tightly, holding back tears.

Faced with unfamiliar calls, she chose to mute them directly.

She had bought a Vitality Pill on a five-thousand-yuan online loan.

After receiving the five-thousand-yuan prize from the Martial Artist Center and a one-thousand-yuan reward from the school, Su Mingyue rushed to repay the loan, only to find out that, with interest, she owed ten thousand.

Yesterday, the compounding interest had pushed it to twelve thousand.

That was when Su Mingyue realized she had fallen into a nude loan trap.

The photos she had taken for the loan—full-body shots—had been processed by AI, transformed into provocative images, and posted on explicit websites.

The lender even sent her the site address.

When Su Mingyue saw herself on the site, she completely broke down.

Early that morning.

The loan company sent a message: today was the final ultimatum.

If she couldn't pay sixteen thousand, all the photos would be sent to her emergency contacts and uploaded to the school's forum.

Panicked, Su Mingyue didn't dare tell anyone.

If the photos leaked, her reputation would be ruined.

She would also be rejected in the martial arts exam interviews because of such a scandal.

"Next, let's welcome our outstanding student representative, Zhang Chu, for the motivational speech!"

Su Mingyue was jolted back to reality by the guidance director Hong Liang's booming voice.

Under the spotlight, Zhang Chu appeared on stage, radiant and full of youthful energy, dressed in branded attire.

From the second row, Su Mingyue glanced at him and instantly calculated the cost.

This outfit—at least twenty thousand!

"He's a level 2 martial artist, with prize money from the Martial Artist Center and the school. If only he could lend me money..."

Su Mingyue's eyes brightened, already imagining how she could 'accidentally' meet Zhang Chu later and smoothly borrow money.

At that moment, thunderous applause erupted in the hall of over a thousand people.

Aside from a handful of envious and resentful students, the rest regarded Zhang Chu as the university's god!

Li Feng sat in the front row, his face dark.

The more glamorous Zhang Chu became, the more humiliated Li Feng felt.

Standing at the podium, surveying the sea of faces below, Zhang Chu inserted his USB drive into the computer.

A massive electronic screen displayed the content of his drive.

The PPT titled "How to Quickly Become a Level 2 Martial Artist" immediately electrified the audience.

"Damn, a guide to quickly becoming a level 2 martial artist—is this really free?"

"No wonder he's the outstanding student—this is pure gold!"

"I suddenly feel like I can do it too!"

…

The entire hall was in an uproar, everyone taking out their phones to snap photos.

Huang Lili, hiding in the audience, was stunned and quietly approached Huang Wenzhan. "Grandpa, Zhang Chu is so genuine, revealing such crucial information."

"Then you'd better take notes!" Huang Wenzhan shot her a stern look.

To transform from an ALS patient to a level 2 martial artist in just half a month—if that isn't rapid progress, what is?

Even Su Mingyue couldn't resist pulling out her phone, zooming in on the screen.

"My god, look at the account on the big screen!"

"Zhang Chu is actually that anonymous Doghead!"

At that moment, a booming voice erupted from the student audience.

Zhang Chu glanced quickly at the computer, and his entire body went numb.

Shit!

His anonymous Doghead identity was about to be exposed!