Thinking of this, Wang Ye opened Douyin again.
He checked the brick-breaking video he posted three days ago.
The views had increased to around twenty thousand, but the likes were a pitiful one hundred and fifty.
Only a handful of people commented.
[Blogger is really impressive, are you practicing Iron Sand Palm?]
[In reality, I might praise you as awesome, but this is Douyin, my point is, you still need more practice.]
[In this day and age, you're still breaking bricks? Aren't you afraid of leaving chronic injuries?!]
[You broke it so easily, is this a fake brick???]
[Blogger must be practicing Tai Chi, it feels like there's a Tai Chi vibe.]
[What's the use of practicing this, just a showpiece, if you're so good, why not go up and challenge in the ring!]
byd, a bunch of keyboard warriors...
...
After briefly scanning the comments, Wang Ye couldn't help but scratch his head.
"As expected, just breaking bricks doesn't get much reaction. In today's world, to get traction with short videos, you need something eye-catching, or else there's no traffic."
He sat on the unfinished balcony, leaning against the window from outside, and pulled a toothpick from his pocket.
Ever since he started training his throwing skills, his pocket often had a pack of 100 toothpicks for emergencies.
While playing with a toothpick, Wang Ye pondered on what kind of eye-catching content he should put in his video.
In the past three days, his throwing skills have improved to a high level amateur standard, complementing his evolved powerful arm strength, together they form a highly lethal eye-catching skill.
Although he can't compare with those who've been trained in throwing since childhood,
he can certainly amaze ordinary people.
For example, piercing an apple from five meters away with a toothpick.
This kind of move is reminiscent of the hidden weapon techniques from martial arts novels. As long as the filming is good, grab attention is not hard.
While Wang Ye was contemplating, he played with the toothpick faster and faster,
the toothpicks danced on his fingertips like a waltzing dancer,
as his throwing skills improved, the strength and dexterity of his fingers enhanced significantly.
For simple tricks like this, he almost learned them instinctively.
Then, he suddenly pinched with two fingers, and the toothpick shot out instantly, piercing through an old cement bag on the ground.
Wang Ye stood up again, readying to go to the nearby supermarket to buy an apple.
He threw on a coat and walked out of the unfinished building.
Recently, as the seasons changed, the sky often looked grey, with occasional drizzle.
The wind blowing by the roadside was chilly, making people shiver.
Some pedestrians even wore light cotton coats.
Wang Ye tightened his coat, using his master level Walking Skill, he rapidly walked, and within a few minutes, arrived at a supermarket about two kilometers away.
He went to the fruit section, picked two apples that didn't look great, went to the cash register, weighed them, and paid.
Spent 4 yuan.
Wang Ye stuffed one apple into his messenger bag, and with a tissue, he simply wiped the dirt off the surface of another apple and began to eat it on the spot.
Although the apple was a bit ugly, with some black spots and rot marks on the skin, it tasted pretty good, sweet and slightly sour, with plenty of juice. The pure fructose converted into energy, invigorating him.
Wang Ye munched on the apple as he walked back towards the unfinished building.
Ten minutes passed.
Wang Ye tossed the apple core into a trash bin and walked into the unfinished building area alone.
He arrived at the house where he often trained his throwing skills, set the camera he bought online recently aside, and adjusted the angle and parameters.
Immediately, Wang Ye picked up a hemp rope and hung the apple in midair, tying the other end to a scaffold.
Seeing that the apple was securely tied, he backed up about ten steps,
until there was roughly a five-meter distance between him and the apple.
"Now, it's time to show the real skill."
Wang Ye pulled out a toothpick from his pocket, showed it to the camera, this step was to demonstrate that he hadn't tampered with the toothpick.
Then, he grasped the toothpick between his fingers, flicked it with his index finger, using his whole arm and wrist to swing and apply force.
Whoosh!!!
The apple, which had been swaying slightly in the breeze, was instantly pierced by the toothpick, letting out a clear "pop" sound.
The impact made the apple start to oscillate like a pendulum.
Wang Ye quickly stepped forward to retrieve the apple.
Then he returned to the camera, showing the pierced apple.
Under the terrifying arm strength throw, two-thirds of the toothpick was embedded in the apple, with crystal-clear juice bubbling out, dripping down the toothpick, showcasing the power of this stab.
Immediately.
Wang Ye picked up the camera, turned off shooting mode,
reviewed the footage, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Not bad."
Wang Ye put the camera in his bag, munching on the pierced apple, left the unfinished building, and returned home.
He inserted the key into the lock, entered the study, quickly took out the camera, imported the footage to his computer, did a slight edit with Premiere, and promptly uploaded the finished product onto the Douyin platform.
After successfully posting.
Wang Ye set the phone aside, resisting the urge to check the stats.
He went to the kitchen and made a meal using leftover ingredients from a few days ago.
The dishes he made these days were extremely simple.
Especially the hot and sour shredded potatoes, which Wang Ye almost cooked every meal.
Not because he liked the dish.
But to test if he could be recognized as a skill by mastering every step of the dish and then executing the cooking process with high focus.
Last time he failed because he wasn't familiar with the process of this dish.
After three days of practice, Wang Ye had memorized this relatively simple dish by heart.
"I don't believe I can't recognize it as a skill this time!"
Wang Ye squinted his eyes, pulled out a potato from a plastic bag, quickly peeled, washed, and cut it into strips, then blanched them in water, took them out and rinsed them in cold water for later use. Then he poured oil into the pot, added minced garlic, chili, and onion for fragrance, put in the blanched shredded potatoes to stir-fry. While flipping the pan, he continuously added salt, vinegar, soy sauce, oyster sauce, etc. The aroma was quickly stimulated by the high heat, and a rich hot and sour scent filled his nostrils.
The entire process was done in one go.
Until it reached the perfect doneness.
Wang Ye turned the stove knob, turned off the heat.
Yet the panel before him still showed no response.
Wang Ye felt a bit disheartened, "Still not working."
He sighed softly, scooped the shredded potatoes from the pot into a bowl and arranged them neatly.
Just as Wang Ye was about to bring the bowl to the table.
Suddenly, the panel flickered, then a new line appeared.
[Cooking lv1 (0.21%)]
Wang Ye was slightly startled, then showed a joyful expression.
"So plating is the key to completing the entire cooking!"