Delta: The First Person at the Peak

Chapter 284 Snowflakes Fall with a Sound, Justice Resides in the Heart

Do you like this kind of ending?

[A lifelong single? In other words...?]

[So Fengshen used to play Civilization! No wonder his tactical thinking is so outrageous!]

[I failed my college entrance exam due to gastroenteritis... What a pity, but thankfully we met him]

Now I understand why he dared to stand up—his upbringing instilled in him a deep-seated integrity.

[I urge you to release the next episode immediately! I know you've finished editing! Don't force me to beg you on my knees!]

Perhaps seeing the overwhelming popularity, or perhaps overwhelmed by the audience's demands for more content, just ten minutes later, Hualong Esports released "Jiang Feng (Part 2)" without warning.

The video begins with a black screen.

A line of white text slowly appeared, continuing the momentum from the previous episode:

"In the last episode, we told the story of Jiang Feng's childhood. A 'good boy' from a scholarly family, he went south to Hangzhou after failing the college entrance examination, which began a new chapter in his life."

"In this episode, let's step into Jiang Feng's college life—what is the daily life like for a freshman with a net worth of tens of millions?"

The screen lights up.

There are no fancy editing techniques, only simple, everyday shots that flow quietly.

It's the morning run on the playground. Different dates, different weather, but at 6:30 in the morning, there's always that tall figure in a black tracksuit on the track, his breath instantly dissipating in the cold wind, lap after lap, silent and determined.

It was the corridor of the teaching building. At 7:30 in the morning, Jiang Feng, carrying a backpack, walked into the classroom with his three roommates, arm in arm, mingling with the bustling crowd of students rushing to class, just like any other college student.

The line at the bubble tea shop. Jiang Feng was at the end of the line, holding his phone and replying to messages. When it was his turn, he skillfully grabbed four cups of bubble tea and turned to leave.

The school cafeteria. Jiang Feng stood in line with his tray, which contained a plate of braised pork, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a bowl of white rice. He found a corner by the window and sat down, eating while staring at his phone screen.

Finally, there was the dormitory. It was an ordinary four-person room with four desks and two bunk beds. Jiang Feng's bed was at the very end. The sheets were a simple sky blue, and the blankets were folded neatly. On the bookshelf were Jiang Feng's computer and live-streaming equipment, and next to it was a thermos that had been used for a long time.

"To avoid disturbing Jiang Feng, all the materials in this video are from content that Jiang Feng himself has made public, or clips that his classmates have voluntarily filmed and uploaded."

The scene then shifts to a random street interview conducted on the campus of Jiangsu University of Commerce.

The reporter, holding a microphone, randomly stopped several passing students.

"Hello, do you know Jiang Feng?"

"Jiang Feng? Of course I know him! He's the God of Wind!"

Have you seen him on campus?

"I've seen him! Just yesterday, I was eating mala tang at Qingfeng, and he was sitting at the table next to me! I was stunned. Such a big-name anchor, eating mala tang in the cafeteria like us?"

"Do you think he looks special?"

"He's definitely special! He's so handsome, who wouldn't take a second look when he walks down the street?"

"Besides being handsome?"

"Apart from that... he's really no different from an ordinary student. He's much more low-key than those internet celebrities at our school, and he has no airs at all."

Another girl wearing glasses took the microphone, a smile on her face:

"He's my classmate, we even had the same advanced math class. He sat behind me and listened quite attentively. He didn't have that aloof attitude you'd get from internet celebrities. Last time I dropped my pen, he even picked it up for me!"

The narrator's voice remained calm, yet carried a subtle hint of emotion.

"Piecing these fragments together leads to a startling conclusion—"

"Jiang Feng is really just an 'ordinary' college student."

"That sounds strange."

"but……"

The art style suddenly changed and switched.

A series of data exploded on the screen—

TikTok followers: 1047 million

Bilibili followers: 523 million

YouTube subscribers: 926 million

TikTok followers: 997 million

Peak concurrent viewership in the live stream: 627 million

It's number one in popularity in the Delta region and number one in popularity across all game categories.

Domestic single-item commercial order price: 80 RMB

Overseas single-item quote: US$10

"This is Jiangfeng's current commercial value."

"He is the only Delta streamer who has truly achieved success both domestically and internationally. International brands, including but not limited to ROG, have already extended exclusive endorsement offers to him."

"Jiang Feng's influence and income are higher than any of us imagined!"

"Conservatively speaking, his current monthly income easily exceeds ten million."

"A net worth of hundreds of millions. Nineteen years old. A freshman in the computer science department."

"So dreamlike."

The scene then cuts back to that cramped four-person dormitory room.

Jiang Feng was sitting at his desk doing a live broadcast, with a chipped thermos in front of him.

"But he didn't buy a sports car."

"I didn't buy a luxury house."

"I wasn't wearing any luxury clothes, I wasn't wearing a designer watch, and I wasn't carrying a limited-edition bag."

"I didn't go to bars or similar places either."

"He was just like any other college student, living in a school dormitory, sharing a four-person room with three roommates, sleeping on the top bunk."

We are trying to find an answer—

Why would a nineteen-year-old with a net worth of tens of millions be so...simple?

"Is it because he was poor that he's frugal? Is it because of strict upbringing that he doesn't dare to spend recklessly? Or is it because he has bigger goals, and these material luxuries are simply not worth his attention?"

The image freezes on a photograph of Jiang Feng.

It was late at night. He had just finished his live stream and was sitting by the window in his dormitory, looking at the night outside with a calm and profound gaze.

"Now, let's go back to the question we started with."

Why did he condemn it during the live broadcast? Who was he speaking out for? Why did he do it? What was his motive? Where did his courage come from?

"Even if he does nothing, he is already the number one player in Delta Force, the top of the top. His streaming career may even be longer than the game Delta Force itself."

He had already achieved financial freedom and gained both fame and fortune. Yet, he chose the most difficult path, completely severing ties with the entire government and the financial empire behind them.

"The answer is here."

For the first time, the narrator's voice carried a noticeable emotional fluctuation.

"Jiang Feng never pursued material wealth. What he pursued was spiritual wealth."

"As a streamer and a player, he considers it his responsibility and obligation to 'be true to himself and his players'."

"He devoted all his time and energy to what he truly loved—"

"Games, and live streaming."

"This 'unpretentiousness' and 'purity' may be the real reason why he was able to go from an ordinary person to a top star in just half a month."

"Perhaps this is precisely the source of his confidence to confront capital head-on—"

"He has a clear conscience."

"He's not in it for the money. He already has the money."

"He wasn't doing it for fame. He already has fame."

He stood up simply because—

He felt that this was wrong.

"This is the heart of a child. It's something I couldn't understand or imagine at the beginning."

"Unbeknownst to me, my childlike innocence has vanished."

"But I hope there are fewer people like me in the world, and more people like Jiang Feng."

"Looking at the widely circulated nickname 'Wind God' now, it may no longer refer to his superb skills."

"More than anything, it's that bit of 'divinity' in his personality—he stood up when everyone else chose to remain silent."

"College students are never short of the courage to speak out."

The scene suddenly cuts to an old black-and-white photograph, showing young figures holding banners and marching forward with their heads held high during the May Fourth Movement a century ago.

"This is exactly what this society and this nation need most."

The screen gradually darkens.

Meanwhile, heavy snow is still falling in Hangzhou.