sovbooks Chapter 95 Playing Dead is Professional
Chapter 95 Playing Dead is Professional
Chapter 95 Playing Dead is Professional
March 17th, the second day of the second lunar month, is the day the dragon raises its head.
Suitable for: surfing, creating fun activities, and adding links.
Avoid: tearing each other apart, infighting, and making empty promises.
At 9:00 AM, "Old Boys" was launched on iQiyi.
At 10 o'clock, the number of views reached 120,000.
At 11 o'clock, 310,000.
The data isn't bad, but compared to the millions of reposts during the pre-launch phase, it's far inferior.
Bai Ke was getting restless, checking the backend every two or three minutes, becoming increasingly uneasy.
Ren Pingsheng, however, was not in a hurry at all.
On Wednesday, the main force of the internet, the older generation stared blankly at EceI in their cubicles, while the younger generation was entangled in sleep during class.
A short film is not a 20-second nostalgic video.
Who would dare to linger for more than forty minutes under the noses of their boss and teacher?
"Stop scrolling, watch it after you finish eating."
Sure enough, things started to change right after midnight.
During my lunch break.
Those netizens whose appetites had been whetted by the nostalgia have finally had their moment.
By 1 o'clock, the number of views exceeded 1 million.
1.40, 2 million.
When the students and workers who had finished their afternoon nap turned on their computers and took out their phones at 2 p.m., they found that the entire internet world had changed.
Weibo, Baidu Tieba, Renren, Qzone...
Screenshots and comments about "Old Boys" are everywhere, as well as short video clips generated through iQiyi's one-click sharing function.
"Holy crap! This movie is cursed! It made me skip my afternoon nap and cry my eyes out at my desk. My colleagues thought I'd been fired!"
"Highly recommended!! This is what our 80s generation's youth is all about! A million times better than that meat-selling guy next door!"
"Who plays Qiu Ya? She's so beautiful! If I had a 'white moonlight' like her in my youth, I wouldn't be too much to ask for an extra 50 points on the college entrance exam, right?"
"I advise everyone not to watch this in public, especially men! By the way, where can I download the ending theme song?"
"Damn it, who wrote these lyrics? Come out here and take your beating!"
But they can't see it.
For more than forty minutes, those at work dared not turn on their sound, and those in class dared not turn on their screens.
They could only eagerly read other people's comments while silently memorizing them.
"You must watch it when you get home tonight."
Thus, a peculiar hunger spread across the internet.
The more I read other people's reviews, the more I want to read them; the more I want to read them, the less I can read them; the less I can read them, the more anxious I become; the more anxious I become, the more I can't help but scroll through more reviews.
All these suppressed needs point to the same point in time.
After get off work, after school.
Around 6 p.m., the first group of people finally arrived home.
From 6:00 to 9:00, iQiyi's servers experienced the biggest traffic surge since its launch, and the playback volume curve almost became a vertical line.
During those three hours, a genuine collective emotional release took place on the Chinese internet.
It's not the kind of hormone-fueled excitement found in movies like "Puberty," nor is it the kind of lighthearted laugh-out-loud fun found in comedy videos.
It is crying.
Massive, unprepared, and uncontrollable crying.
Men use various methods to cover up their loss of composure.
"I got sand in my eye."
"I didn't cry, but my nose felt a little sore."
"Damn, who's chopping onions? Open the window!"
But the girls didn't hide it.
"I cried so much that my makeup was ruined. My roommate thought I had broken up with my boyfriend, so she hugged me and comforted me for a long time. Then she saw it too, and we both cried."
"I cried in my mother's arms for half an hour. She was terrified and thought I had been bullied. She almost called the police."
On Tieba, a post titled "The first thing you did after watching Old Boys" garnered over 3,000 replies within two hours.
"I dug out my high school diary and found that when I was sixteen, I wrote that I must go to Beijing someday. I am in Beijing now, watching this movie in an eight-square-meter rented room."
I sent a text message to my junior high school deskmate, just three words: "How are you?" He replied with three words: "Who are you?"
"I took the dusty guitar out of the cabinet. The strings weren't rusted, but my hands were."
Some people are comparing it to "Puberty".
"After watching 'Old Boys,' you'll understand what true youth is."
"Why is there such a huge difference when we're both talking about ideals?"
"Stop making baseless accusations. People in their adolescence are talking about big thighs, not ideals."
"One makes you stubborn, the other makes you soft-hearted. Sorry, I choose the one that makes me soft-hearted."
There are even more ruthless ones.
"I am especially grateful to 'Adolescence' for lowering my expectations for online micro-films to the ground level, so that when 'Old Boys' came out, every minute was a surprise."
"Thank you, 'Adolescence'. Without your groundwork, I wouldn't have cried so much watching 'Old Boys' today."
By 11 p.m., the level of discussion had clearly changed.
It's no longer just about "I cried" or "I recommend watching it," but rather about digging deeper.
"On the surface, 'Old Boys' is a story about two middle-aged men pursuing their dreams, but it actually asks a question: When you give up everything you once loved just to survive, are you still yourself?"
"Pay attention to the last note. Qiuya married Yuanhua. She just made a choice that an adult would make. People have to give themselves an explanation in the end."
"There's no miracle at the end, but that's precisely the most realistic part. Dreams don't save your life; they just remind you what kind of person you want to be."
When the audience begins to actively interpret a work, that work no longer belongs to the creator.
It will belong to everyone who has seen it.
At the Sohu Building, AIE's face was extremely grim.
He never dreamed that the popularity he painstakingly gained would eventually become a mirror that revealed his true colors.
By noon on March 18, "Old Boys" had surpassed 12 million views on iQiyi, generated over 80,000 short video clips through iQiyi's sharing function, and garnered over 30 million views on external platforms.
Da Peng gained 67 followers on his personal Weibo account overnight, Bai Ke gained 51, and Tong Liya gained 36.
The official account for the short film "Old Boys" gained 119 million followers.
"Old Boys" not only became a hit, but it also dramatically raised the bar for the quality of online videos.
But the online frenzy ultimately affects the young people who spend all their time online.
For those who rely solely on television, newspapers, and word-of-mouth from friends and family, their understanding of micro-films remains stuck in the fear-mongering rhetoric of so-called experts and professors from just a few days ago.
Like games, online videos are a form of spiritual opium.
It is an unregulated, despicable dreg, a monstrous flood that destroys the foundation of the nation.
After all, those so-called experts and professors are professionals at stirring up trouble, and equally professional at playing dead.
They would never voluntarily come forward to correct the mistakes they made.
If you don't speak, the audience will forget about it over time.
Anyway, the internet has no memory.
But some media outlets are different.
I don't know if they're genuinely stupid or if they've been paid and have to get things done.
Not only did they not stop, they continued to push forward.
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