Uncle Morgan burst out laughing: "What a handsome young man, just as handsome as the young master."

When he got home, Grandma Foster asked him about his studies. William Carter was too embarrassed to show her his test paper with a correct rate of less than twenty percent, so he just vaguely said, "I'm barely getting into the groove."

Grandma Foster was very pleased and specially made him a bowl of soup to nourish his liver and improve his eyesight.

He drank the soup, took a shower, and went to bed.

William Carter opened QQ and immediately saw a female ghost avatar had sent him several messages in a row.

[贞子不忘挖井人: Mr. Carter, I’ve found out what you asked me to check.]

[贞子不忘挖井人: I called a few brothers and cornered Matthew Reed at the school gate to question him.]

[贞子不忘挖井人: Matthew Reed said he’s not sure if Ethan Brooks is actually sick, he just heard it from his mom and a few aunties. Everyone in the neighborhood is saying Ethan Brooks's mom has AIDS, so he believed it. What an idiot.]

[贞子不忘挖井人: I went to investigate further. Damn, what’s with this rumor about Ethan Brooks's mom having AIDS? It’s probably just this group of gossipy women. The men in their families can’t be controlled, and when Ethan Brooks's mom just moved in, they were all fawning over her every day. Jealous to death, so they just made stuff up.]

[贞子不忘挖井人: Apparently his mom opened a small restaurant. So infuriating, I’ve decided to take a bunch of brothers there tomorrow and make a scene, go around the street saying the food is terrible, piss her off. Let her experience the harm of rumors.]

William Carter was amused by him.

[Your hubby 喻哥: How is that spreading rumors? Why not go around shouting that one of your brothers ate there and is still in the hospital?]

[Your hubby 喻哥: Or carry a banner in a protest: ‘That damn lady boss poisoned the food, my little blackie I raised for ten days just died.’]

[贞子不忘挖井人: 666, my Mr. Carter is still the best!]

[Your hubby 喻哥: Best my ass, do you really think you can take on a bunch of shrews?]

[贞子不忘挖井人: [biting fingers][feeling wronged]]

Actually, William Carter didn’t plan to do anything to that person either. If you really think about it, everyone on that street is a spreader of rumors, even Ethan Brooks's classmates from middle school are indirect perpetrators. Not just the three years of middle school—during the ten years before that, Ethan Brooks suffered even colder treatment. Shouting in the street might not even make you feel better; you might even get ganged up on by the shrews of Lianyun Street.

[贞子不忘挖井人: Mr. Carter, so what should we do?]

William Carter suddenly remembered that there was an app in this world called Foodie, which had a huge user base and was a main reference for ordering takeout.

[Your hubby 喻哥: Send me the name of their restaurant.]

[贞子不忘挖井人: Oh, okay.]

William Carter entered the restaurant name and found that their rating was actually quite high, ranking near the top among similar eateries, with rave reviews. Judging by the mechanical nature of the praise, they were probably all fake.

Foodie was currently running a promotion related to limited ratings. The winning restaurant could get a prize of ten thousand yuan. Each user could only vote for one restaurant.

William Carter narrowed his eyes.

He took a screenshot and forwarded it to his sister.

[William Carter: This app, get me five hundred accounts.]

[Grace Carter: ???]

[Grace Carter: What’s wrong with you?! My poor little brother]

[Grace Carter: Did Mom and Dad cut your allowance, or did Grandma kick you out of the house?]

[Grace Carter: Have you fallen so low that you have to rely on fake orders to make a living now? TUT]

[William Carter: Yeah, sis]

[William Carter: So pitiful, I won’t say more QAQ]

Who can’t act cute, anyway?

[Grace Carter: ...Ugh.]

[Grace Carter: What do you need five hundred accounts for?]

[William Carter: To do good deeds]

Four words, typed with murderous intent.

Fortunately, Grace Carter was reliable. She quickly found five hundred accounts for him and sent them over, with the usernames and passwords all neatly arranged.

William Carter couldn’t be bothered to hire click farms.

If you want to leave bad reviews, it’s more satisfying to do it yourself.

The next day, he was sitting in the milk tea shop as usual, this time with a chemistry test paper. Little Lily sat across from him, chewing on her straw, completely puzzled: "Mr. Carter, what are you doing? It’s been two hours, and you haven’t answered a single multiple-choice question."

William Carter switched accounts slowly: "Busy, don’t bother me."

Little Lily's eyes lit up and she leaned over: "Busy with what?"

William Carter: "Busy leaving bad reviews."

Little Lily: "..."

At first, William Carter was full of witty remarks. From service attitude to serving speed to cleanliness to the taste of the meat and the freshness of the vegetables, he dissed everything. He even started each review with "I haven’t eaten here," determined to be a cloud customer who could drive the owner crazy. But after doing it for so long, he inevitably ran out of things to say, and his reviews started to get weirder and weirder, almost like a troll.

"I ordered husband and wife lung slices, but there was no husband and wife?! Suspected fraud, reported."

"The lady boss gave birth to a son, not a daughter. Eyesore. One star."

Then it got even more random.

"When I paid, I realized I’m still so poor. Depressed. Unhappy."

One-star review.

"Went outside and saw there was only one sun today. Bad mood."

One-star review.

"Why am I still single? Sad."

One-star review.