Screen spamming, also called massacre, broadly refers to sending a large number of messages to the same person in a short period of time in forums, chat groups, and online game public channels, and specifically refers to the repetition of the same or meaningless content.

This is a very bad behavior.

Repeat, this is very bad behavior.

Please don't imitate.

Repeat, please don’t imitate.

That's enough for you! Is the essence of human beings just repeaters?

Repeat, you gudhjkh…

(Very good, the repeater has been killed. ^v^)

Behaviors such as screen swiping, plate killing, and re-reading have seriously affected the discussion atmosphere among netizens, and are a waste of time and lives.

What Xingke liked most in the past was this kind of waste of time and life. After all, he had enough to eat and no one to spare, so his life was still unlimited.

However, after a long time, after polishing the three keycaps of CTRL, C, and V, he began to feel boring.

A repeater is definitely not advisable.

From then on, he would rather dive online for ten thousand years without saying a word than copy and paste other people's dialog boxes.

Until now, he came to another world and returned to the early 21st century. A golden-haired black fox mentioned the word "swipe screen" to him, and he felt puzzled.

[Screenshot] Mashiro's and Mashiro's works are hung on campus. Can these two things be connected?

Puzzled, Xingji finished his breakfast three times, five by two, put away the dishes and went out.

Driven by curiosity, he planned to go to the campus of Suimyo University to see the situation in person.

When I went out, I turned right and passed by a small park. I immediately saw Altair's poster hanging on the bulletin board, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

He knew that the promotion of his novel had already begun.

Passing by a convenience store, I noticed that the glass windows of the store were covered with posters and vertical paintings promoting novels.

Xing Ke looked at it and felt that it was normal. The magazine area of ​​the convenience store was originally responsible for this kind of advertising business, and he only thought that people in the company were doing a good job.

Passing by a bus stop, Xingke noticed another poster of Altair, but didn't pay much attention to it.

Passing by the tram station, I found that the original advertisements for banks and commercial housing were replaced by Altair. I felt confused for a moment, but in the end I just thought that it should be the result of the two horses' efforts and didn't care.

Afterwards, passing by the commercial street, there were more or less posters of Altair in the entire street of shops...

Star engraved: "..."

Passing by a kindergarten...

Passing by a house...

Well, if he doesn't feel anything strange anymore, Xing Ke's head will have grown in vain.

"Brushing the screen? Is that because Rita's vocabulary is limited?"

Xingke roughly guessed the direction of the development of the matter, but before seeing the scene inside Shuiming University with his own eyes and achieving the purpose of his trip, he still moved forward quickly.

Then, even though Xingke had been mentally prepared before, the moment he saw the teaching building of Shuiming University, Xingke was still heartbroken.

What the hell is this?!

No matter what, you don’t have to do it to this extent, right?

What is this? Itache’s brother—[Itaru]? Spiritual pollution? Alternative art?

As for that? As for that?!

Brother, it was just an advertisement, but the entire exterior wall of the building was repainted with densely packed advertisements covering the four walls and the roof. Who the hell paid attention?!

...You are a genius, Shuangma Media needs you!

He stood dumbly downstairs, and didn't look away until the last moment when he couldn't bear to look straight anymore.

Simply put, the school leaders have not really lost their minds.

The truth may be that he agreed to a certain student's experimental art creation, right? Apart from this building, other teaching and administrative buildings were brutally murdered.

Little by little, he pulled out the thick, big, and long wand from his arms, and stared at the three-dimensional product of mental pollution that seemed to be restored to the real world.

"[Sectumsempra]!"

No matter what, Xing Ke took action.

Countless blades that were difficult to see with the naked eye surrounded the teaching building, and because of the infinite supply of magic power, a layer of paint used for teaching was scraped off at an extremely fast speed and in extremely large quantities.

Dust suddenly flew up around the teaching building, and then was swept up by a gust of wind and sent to the trash can.

No matter how beautiful things are, as long as there are too many of the same things and they are arranged in a disorderly manner, it will undoubtedly constitute mental pollution.

The only way to deal with mental pollution is to delete them, eliminate them, and let this kind of thing disappear from your sight!

For example, the head of a certain Shibata Inu, or the devilish smile of a fat, bald man...

It's over, I seem to have recalled some bad memories, and my san value is a bit fluctuating.

He didn't care that the posters were all pure white works, and he also didn't care that the images were full of Altair.

"Hello? Uncle Mi?"

…

"I...I don't know what to say.

I just came back from abroad and saw that the people under my command were causing trouble. I actually had no temper at all and even wanted to laugh.

It’s really a magical thing.”

…

"What's wrong? You don't know yet.

Let me tell you, based on the phenomena I have seen, if this is the case in all of Neon, the people in the company have invested at least tens of billions of resources. They are really brave..."

…

"Forget it if you don't know. If you know, you can't blame them. After all, they have completed my mission [perfectly]..."

I have no temper and don't want to pay attention to them. They are all top geniuses in all walks of life that I divined.

I really don’t have any temper at all when they are like this... Do you think it’s possible?”

…

"Tell them, [Give me half a day to restore the entire neon advertising industry to the state it was in two days ago, and then at seven o'clock tonight, everyone will gather in the conference room on the top floor of Shuangma Building!]

That’s it. Hang up.”

…

Putting away his cell phone, Xingke sneered and did not think about how to deal with them for the time being. He felt that he was really speechless at the funny behavior of his subordinates.

How dare they pull their boss out and publicly execute him, this is so disgusting.

Hoshikatsu originally planned to go out for a walk and then go back, but now he was thinking about whether to apologize to Mashiro or something when he returned to Sakurasou.

Most people would have exploded if his paintings were made into a series of spiritual pollution. No wonder Mashiro would be in a scene where he hesitated to speak.

If Altair saw his image being treated like this, he would have to travel across the world and cut off the stars...

"I don't know how to explain to Mashiro that [this is none of my business, I am an innocent and pitiful victim]..."

Thinking of this, Xingji decided to go back with some gifts.

There is a bakery in Ginza that has good pineapple buns.

Transferring to the tram station, Xingke saw a very large portrait of Altair on the wall——

Altair stretched out a hand, and his deep eyes seemed to be derived from the picture.

Below is an advertisement slogan like "Let's come together! To the new world...".

At the same time, this is also a line that Xingke arranged for Altair in the plot.
Chapter completed!