The next day.
In the morning.
The netizens were relishing the situation.
"Have you seen the popularity rankings?"
"It went up again."
"I really have to take my hat off to Lord Zhang."
"Yeah, you really have to give it to him!"
"I wonder if anything major will happen today."
"If he keeps up the momentum, he might be able to max out his Asian popularity before his child is born."
"That's quite unlikely since he's still behind by quite a bit."
"If he continues being this unlucky, do you think he'll be able to live to see himself reach the summit of Asia?"
"Pfft, that's true."
The God of Death—this was Zhang Ye's new nickname.
This fellow could always come up with new ways to grow his popularity, and everyone had gotten used to it.
…
At a park.
Inside a tent.
