553: Chapter 553 The Echoes of One's Own Judgment

The computer room fell completely silent for a few seconds.

Sun Qiming was a competitor.

His post carried more weight than that of an ordinary reader.

By personally stepping in to praise "qin opera," he was effectively putting himself in a very awkward position.

But precisely because of that, the credibility of this post skyrocketed.

The replies underneath had already broken a thousand.

"Even Sun Qiming has come out?"

"He's a contestant too; there's no need for him to speak up for Qingbei."

"I just came back from 'qin opera,' and Sun Qiming is right."

"Those negative reviews earlier were too outrageous; no one was talking about the text at all."

"To be fair, this batch of works from the Program seems like they can really hold their own."

As soon as the comment "This batch of works from the Program seems like they can really hold their own" was pushed to the top, someone immediately replied below.

"Be more confident, remove the 'seems like.'"

Immediately after, a row of new replies popped up under the post.

"Come to think of it, Sun Qiming is a stand-up guy. He's a contestant himself, yet he dares to speak up for his competitor."

"Yeah, for that level of magnanimity alone, I have to go check out his work."

"You're late. I just came back from his homepage; it's written solidly too. No wonder he dares to say things like that."

A few minutes later, the view count on Sun Qiming's work page began to jump.

Sixty-three, one hundred and forty-seven.

The previously deserted comment section was also lit up bit by bit by real readers.

Chen Jiahao slapped the desktop, the anger he had been bottling up for over four hours finally erupting.

"Satisfying!"

When he shouted this, someone in the computer room finally laughed out loud.

The tension that had been pressing down all afternoon finally dissipated.

A few boys high-fived.

Someone raised their water cup, clinking it against another.

Tang He and Yuan Ningning looked at each other and also clapped their hands gently.

Dan Yi sat in his seat, quietly watching the screen.

In the long-review section for his "the rainy season in the south," new comments were popping up one after another.

Some discussed the dialect.

Some discussed the house number.

Some discussed the sense of boundaries in a crowded environment.

Those malicious comments circling around "mixed-blood," "playing the victim," and "bonus points for labels" were finally being pushed down bit by bit by words that actually came from the text, such as "305," "dialect," and "power outage on a rainy night."

He said softly.

"So readers really will come."

Lin Que heard him.

Looking at the real reading records constantly refreshing on the screen, he spoke calmly.

"Of course they will."

Chen Jiahao turned to look at him.

Lin Que looked at him, "The prerequisite is that the entrance isn't blocked, and the main text can hold them."

Xu Changge walked to Lin Que's side and glanced at the backend curve.

"Without that step you took earlier, they might not have clicked in."

Lin Que looked at him, his tone steady.

"Dream Weaver only calls people to the door; whether they can stay depends on the work."

Chen Jiahao immediately chimed in.

"But the work also has to be able to keep them."

After saying this, he felt something was off and quickly added.

"Of course, Dream Weaver is indeed awesome."

Xu Changge rarely laughed.

"You're quite busy balancing that bowl of water."

Chen Jiahao spread his hands.

"I haven't read many of his books, but his move this time was really solid."

"He's a person with personality and a strong sense of justice."

Lin Que did not respond to this.

He clicked on the backend trend chart.

The effective reading completion rate for "qin opera" had already rushed to seventy percent.

The collection conversion rate broke twenty.

The proportion of real interactions in the comment section began to cover the mechanical short reviews.

More importantly, the reader retention time was still increasing.

This showed that the people flooding in subsequently were not led away by the previous negative comments.

They were reading the main text.

Reading page by page.

Lin Que looked at that curve, tapping his fingers gently on the desk twice.

This was the real reading curve he had been waiting for.

The internet trolls stopping only meant that the hand had temporarily retracted.

Whether the work can stand on its own depends on whether the readers are willing to stay.

Now, the answer was out.

Muchuan Town was not visited in vain.

Old Zhao was not written about in vain.

That rain, that lathe, that red line of confidentiality were not buried under the comment section.

Someone saw it.

Someone remembered it.

Someone was willing to speak up for "qin opera," and willing to speak a fair word for people like Old Zhao.

The door was pushed open at this moment.

Professor Liu Zuoqing walked into the computer room.

His footsteps were fast, and he was holding a data briefing that had just been printed out.

The laughter in the computer room hadn't completely stopped yet.

Seeing him enter, Chen Jiahao immediately raised his hand.

"Professor Liu, it stopped! That group of accounts stopped!"

Professor Liu Zuoqing glanced at him.

"I saw it."

His voice was not loud, but it suppressed the noise in the computer room.

Everyone slowly quieted down.

Professor Liu Zuoqing walked to the front of the computer room and placed the briefing on the podium.

"It's fine to be happy."

He looked at these thirty young people.

"But don't get carried away."

Chen Jiahao's hand, which had just been raised, lowered again.

Professor Liu Zuoqing clicked on the big screen.

On the screen was a real-time data table.

"qin opera."

Effective reading completion rate: 71.8%.

Average retention time: 56 minutes.

Collection conversion rate: 22.6%.

Real interaction weight: continuously rising.

"the rainy season in the south."

Effective reading completion rate: 49.3%.

Collection conversion rate: 13.1%.

Long review interaction growth: continuously rising.

"Rules on the Wilderness."

Retention rate after one-third: rapidly rising.

Tang He's "Market," Chen Jiahao's "City Sounds," and Yuan Ningning's work also began to see a return of real readers.

Professor Liu Zuoqing raised his hand and tapped the edge of the big screen.

"Look clearly."

"These few lines of data were not given to you by others out of charity."

"These were turned out by readers page by page."

No one spoke in the computer room.

Professor Liu Zuoqing continued, "From twelve noon until now, you have been scolded for over four hours."

"Some called you shallow."

"Some called you pretentious."

"Some said that after going to the grassroots for a month, you could only write field trip reports."

"You didn't jump in to argue, and you didn't cry out for justice."

"On this point, you did well."

Chen Jiahao muttered softly.

"I almost couldn't hold back."

Professor Liu Zuoqing looked at him.

"Even if you couldn't hold back, you had to."

Chen Jiahao immediately sat up straight.

"Yes."

Professor Liu Zuoqing withdrew his gaze.

"In the literary field, the thing authors fear most is rushing to defend their work."

"The more you explain, the more the reader feels you are guilty."

"A work that can truly stand on its own does not need the author to drag the reader by the ears to read it."

"It will keep people on its own."

Speaking up to here, he paused.

His gaze fell on Lin Que.

"Lin Que."

Lin Que stood up.

"This time, 'qin opera' has kicked open the first door."

Professor Liu Zuoqing said, "But you should also be clear that the most dangerous part has only just passed halfway."

Lin Que nodded.

"After spamming can't suppress the main text, they will switch to another knife."

Professor Liu Zuoqing stared at him for two seconds.

"As long as you know."

Chen Jiahao was taken aback.

"They're still coming?"

Professor Liu Zuoqing gave him an annoyed look.

"You think they stopped the matrix, so they're admitting defeat?"

Chen Jiahao opened his mouth.

Xu Changge took over.

"Perhaps they just felt the cost of continuing to spam was too high?"

Lin Que added.

"It might also expose them."

Professor Liu Zuoqing nodded.

"Correct."

He flipped the data briefing to the second page.

"The Writers Association backend has already started anomaly verification."

"Repeated scripts, abnormal likes, and low-retention accounts that flood in within a short period will all be flagged."

"If those internet trolls continue to increase their efforts, all the accounts will be dragged down."

"They stopped to cut their losses."

The excitement in the computer room was slowly suppressed by these few sentences.

Tang He asked, "Then what will they do next?"

Before Professor Liu Zuoqing could speak, Lin Que had already raised his eyes.

"What they do is their business. We just need to defend our own articles."

Professor Liu Zuoqing took over.

"In the first round, you held on thanks to your works, but this wind hasn't stopped yet."

The computer room fell silent again.

The previous excitement was still there, but everyone understood the weight of this sentence.

Professor Liu Zuoqing continued, "The public open day lasts for seventy-two hours."

"The first four hours were the entrance battle."

"Next is the reputation battle."

"After that, the review battle."

"You saw real readers come today, which is very good."

"But from now on, you will see more people examining you using professional terminology."

"Among those criticisms, there are real problems and fake problems."

"You must learn to distinguish."

He looked at Lin Que.

"Especially you."

Lin Que looked up.

Professor Liu Zuoqing said, "'qin opera' is now standing at the very front, having blocked the first round of fire for the Program."

"The subsequent fire will also burn towards it first."

Chen Jiahao suddenly became anxious.

"Professor Liu, then what can we do?"

"Defend your own works."

Professor Liu Zuoqing answered quickly.

"Don't speak recklessly, don't jump in recklessly, and don't get carried away by a few compliments."

"Continue to collect evidence when you should, and continue to look at data when you should."

"If there is real textual criticism, read it carefully."

"If someone is deliberately stirring up trouble, leave it to the academy and the Writers Association."