After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 258: Followers

It wasn’t just Yu Wenlin—everyone else had noticed the extra person too.

Someone pointed at the video and asked, “Who’s that guy? He’s not here, is he?”

“That’s easy. Isn’t there a list of co-creators below the video? Just check the names.”

Qi Mai’s pupils shrank slightly when he saw that familiar figure in the video. He quietly gripped his phone a bit tighter.

Yu Wenlin squinted and scanned the co-creators’ names one by one.

Suddenly, he grinned.

“Ha! What a lucky break!”

Under one of the avatars, the name of the blogger was—Bo Jingmo.

“Bo Jingmo…”

Yu Wenlin slowly pronounced the name, his eyes filled with unfiltered greed and darkness.

After all, that name was well-known in Deva.

The higher-ups had placed a hefty bounty on his head—killing Bo Jingmo would earn way more points than clearing a dungeon.

He lifted his gaze to the other three people, and sure enough, they were all itching to make a move.

Plus, rumor had it that other organizations would be joining in on this run too.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenlin glanced at Qi Mai and Zhang Can.

Qi Mai kept frowning, clearly deep in thought about something.

Zhang Can, on the other hand, looked completely calm, seemingly uninterested.

Yu Wenlin rubbed his chin thoughtfully. If he wanted to claim all the points, he’d have to do the kill himself—no way he’d let some low-tier lackeys steal the credit.

The only issue now was—where the hell was Bo Jingmo? ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Just then, the teen next to him piped up excitedly, “Yu-ge, how many followers did you start with? I’ve got 2,000!”

That shifted everyone’s attention from the video to their follower counts.

A girl with long curly hair looked at her profile and blinked in surprise. “I’ve got 5,000!”

Another short-haired girl nodded. “Me too. Five thousand.”

Qi Mai glanced at his own page: 3,000 followers.

Zhang Can had 5,000 but didn’t say anything.

Seeing how many followers the others had, Yu Wenlin raised an eyebrow. “Must be the first video that pulled in the fans.”

Since it was a co-created video, how many fans you gained depended entirely on your personal appeal to the audience.

And in that video, he had been sitting dead center—in the C position. Obviously, he’d have the most fans out of everyone.

Thinking that, Yu Wenlin’s lips curled into a smile. He casually exited the video and tapped open his homepage.

Then snuck a glance, pretending it was no big deal.

[Follower count: 500]

“…”

The smile froze on Yu Wenlin’s face.

Wha—what the h*ll? …Five hundred?

No matter how he ran the numbers, he hadn’t expected only 500.

The co-creator avatars under the video all linked directly to each person’s homepage. Now everyone had seen Yu Wenlin’s tragically low follower count.

The room went silent. Dead silent.

After a long pause, the girl with long curly hair whispered, “Should we… check Bo Jingmo’s?”

The moment she said the name, Yu Wenlin perked up.

“Yes! Of course we should!”

That guy had just been sitting in the corner of the video. Unless viewers looked carefully, they wouldn’t even notice him. No way he had more fans than Yu Wenlin! No f***ing way!

Even Quan Han had 2,000!

With that thought, Yu Wenlin tapped into Bo Jingmo’s profile, full of mocking and scornful glee.

A second later, the follower count on Bo Jingmo’s profile loaded.

[Follower count: 10,000]

“…”

Yu Wenlin’s face turned green as he stared at his phone.

“Pfft—” Qi Mai burst into laughter without a shred of mercy.

He tilted his head back with a sigh. “Looks like the ability to gain fans is tied to looks. Damn, being handsome really pays off—even stuck in a corner, he’s got 10,000 fans. Doesn’t even need the center spot.”

“…”

Who the f*** are you trying to shade right now?

Yu Wenlin shoved his phone away with a dark expression and ground out, “What good are fans? In the end, it’s about who survives.”

【Whoa! He’s pissed!】

【This is brutal. Gaining followers with good looks? Too real.】

【Qi Mai with the lethal burn. Yu Wenlin’s pride just got nuked.】

【My favorite—classic Chinese horror! Can’t wait!】

【Bo Jingmo… that name sounds familiar. Where have I seen it?】

【You got amnesia or what? He was Limu’s ‘husband’ in the last round. I’ve been waiting for him to show up again. Finally caught him!】

【Seems like Limu’s not in this one… What a shame T﹏T】

【Ahhh! My goddess only appeared once!!】

The unfamiliar name left the lower-ranked viewers confused.

【Wait, are you guys high-tier viewers? Why’re you all watching a mid-tier dungeon? Who’s Limu? Don’t tell me—she’s that top-ranked one?】

【Yeah, that top one. Honestly, mid and high-tier dungeons are about the same now. The high-tier ones are boring—Deva and Peace dominate everything. It’s more fun treasure hunting in mid-tier dungeons.】

【Limu showed up in the last high-tier dungeon. You guys seriously missed out. And here’s something else—you probably didn’t know Bo Jingmo has one of Limu’s skills now～】

【I was there live, I swear! That last dungeon was insane. I was hoping to catch Bo Jingmo this round, but turns out… he’s not even showing up.】

【Forget Limu, even Bo Jingmo’s gone. You guys notice there are only six people here?】

【I’ve seen Bo Jingmo’s beginner dungeon. If I had to guess… he might have turned into a ghost.】

【Exactly. The guy originally rose to fame by being the ghost. Then he just got better somehow. Is this a return to where it all started?】

【So what you’re saying is… he might go back to that brain-dead, no-consciousness ghost state?】

【D*mn, that’s messed up. Can ghosts even use phones?】

【How’s he gonna gain followers like that? The system’s clearly screwing him over.】

Yu Li, watching from her screen, narrowed her fox-like eyes at the scene playing out.

She rested her chin on her hand. “With this kind of double standard, how’s that fair to Bo Jingmo?”

【It’s not unfair. Without you, this is who he was. Didn’t you say you had faith in him? How about now?】

Yu Li curved her lips. “You think just because he’s a ghost, he can’t win?”

【And what if he’s lost his memory too? Don’t forget—once someone becomes a ghost, they lose all awareness.】 The Film Set System’s voice even carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Yu Li folded her arms, eyes turning cold, and let out a silent “tsk.”

This damn system.

Every word it said was annoying.

【I’m telling you, if you sign the contract with me now, I can still let you go in.】

“I’ve already made my terms clear. You agree, and I’ll sign.”

Yu Li leaned comfortably against the back of the chair, tapping her fingers lightly on the armrest, the corners of her lips lifting.

“Besides, I’ve never once believed he’d lose.”

This system really thought Bo Jingmo couldn’t handle himself?

If that man wanted to clear the game, he had plenty of methods—none of them as soft as hers.

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