“On the 5th of November, internet citizen @ZZxinqing posted to their account claiming that, “My 4.5-year-old daughter was cruelly murdered by a 11 year old boy.” On the 7th, Southern City News reporter followed up on the case at Hunan, Jingzhou’s police station, and learned it was currently under investigation. Police officers tell the reporter that the girl’s family has not visited with the public prosecutor to ask about the progress of the case, although they’re nowhere close to finishing with the case yet.
The social media post claims that on the 30th of August, her only 4.5-year-old daughter was cruelly murdered by an 11-year-old boy. “The murderer tricked my daughter by saying that he’s going to show her a fun place, then he led her by hand to a abandoned vegetable garden about 3-400 metres away from my house. And then he pushed her into the cesspit and drowned her.”
Police officers claim that since the case is under investigation, they cannot reveal any specific details.”
Comments say, “For severe crimes where there’s clearly deliberate evil intent, age shouldn’t be the first thing we consider when it comes to sentencing.”
“We need to bring back juvie.”
“Why aren’t they revealing anything? What’s the point in protecting a murderer? This happened in August, and they’re just getting around to dealing with it now?”
“About Harvard:
If you have an American passport/green card, then your chances of being admitted is 18 times higher than if you’re a Chinese national.
If you attended high school in America, your admission rate doubles again, 36 times higher than a Chinese high school student.
If you attended high school in the New England area, your admission rates increase another 50%. Now you’re 54 times more likely to be admitted.
If you’re a girl, you’re 20% more likely to be admitted than a boy. Now it’s 76 times.
50% of Ivy League admissions are American public high school graduates. But while private high schools account for only 8% of the graduate population, they still take up 50% of admission spots in top 20 universities. So we can easily calculate that if you graduated from a private high school, your 11.5 times more likely to be admitted.”
Comments say, “The first 18 times is calculated a bit misleadingly. The number of people applying is completely different on both sides, and they might have different qualities of applications. The numbers need to be adjusted.”
“This is just an add for an admission counsellor, isn’t it?”
A tiktok video showing off…um…interesting special effects:
Comments say, “What software was used to make these special effects? I mean, they look dumb as shit, but the skill involved is still impressive nonetheless.”
“I’ve watched this video three times now, and I’m worried about the state of my mental health.”
“Oh my god this thing has over 700K upvotes.”
“My best friend got broken up with suddenly, because of lipstick. The girl didn’t slam the door. She calmly packed all her things up, filled her suitcase, and quietly closed the door behind her. And my best friend got the text, “We’re breaking up. Goodbye.”
They’ve been together for six years. Met in university, went to all their classes together, ate lunch together, studied for English exams together.
I watched them graduate, enter society, work, live together, and get to the point of talking about marriage. And then they suddenly broke up.
My best friend was totally confused. “Every time she brought up breaking up before, I’d beg her not to. I’d even get on my knees for her. But I really can’t accept breaking up with me over some fucking lipstick.”
Over the years that they’ve been together, they’ve been at the point of breaking up several times. And every time, they call me up to be the arbitrator.
One time, my best friend got off of work super early, and the girl told him to come pick her up, and added that he should bring a cake. My best friend forgot, and only remembered once he was already at her office building, so he waved it off and apologised. The girl forgave him, but no one knew that in order to meet a deadline and make a little more money, she hadn’t ate all day.
One time, the girl was going on a business trip to Africa. It’s not very safe there for girls, so she asked my best friend to buy her some pepper spray. The day she was due to leave, she asked about it, and that’s when he finally remembered, but there was no place to buy it at the airport, so the girl could only use her laptop to defend herself.
One time, there was a friend gathering, and we played truth or dare. For truth, we asked my best friend his girlfriend’s birthday, and he couldn’t come up with it. Finally, he just grinned, scratched his head, and said he forgot. The girl got so mad she stood up, and my best friend had to beg for forgiveness again.
It seems like a lot of men are this way. They keep making the same mistake, apologising for the same things, holding your hand and swinging it back and forth being all like, “I’m sorry~ Forgive me~ Please? <3” Taking advantage of the soft spot in girls’ hearts until the problem goes away.
But the problem never really goes away. You just lose a point. You lost a point of love from her.
And the amount of love you hold for anyone is finite.
Forgot the cake, minus one point. Forgot the pepper spray, minus one point. Forgot her birthday, minus one point.
When you run out of points, she loses all expectations in you.
I remember there was a time, that when he would fight with his girlfriend, I’d watch as she stopped talking altogether. She just listened to his excuses, his begging, and then nodded and forgave him, like she was just walking through a script.
I think at that point, she was waiting. Waiting for the man who’s been with her for six years to give her a reason to give him points again. He’d ran out of points long ago, but she still loved him. She still wanted to give him another chance, despite how much he’d repeatedly upset her.
The lipstick was a Valentine’s Day gift, but a couple of days before Valentine’s Day, the girl got an inflammation of her lips, and was told by the doctor that she can’t apply lipstick for a while.
But my best friend forgot like always, and once again tried to jokingly wave it off.
Then I realised, all break ups are premeditated. All sudden changes have a traceable origin. The person who’d accompanied you for six years had finally resolved her will.
True goodbyes are always silent, just like she’s going downstairs to buy some water, or take a walk, but when you turn around, you can no longer find her.
The girls who slam the door, who scream at you, who go into dramatics, they’re incapable of cutting you off because they’re still in love with you. They want you to add your points back, to remember when their period comes, remember when her birthday is, remember when she needs a hand warmer and a hug.
Every argument she’s had with you is a way to urge you to add points back. Even when you’ve ran out of points, they’re still finding excuses for you.
Because you’d been together for so long, after all.
Because you’re her only light in this big city. She’s squeezed into subways with you, bought Chinese quesadillas with you, rented apartments and found work with you, been conned by agents with you, been troubled by chavs with you, gotten sick with you, went home with you. She went through all those things because she loved you.
But being in love with you is something that’s upsetting to her now.
She didn’t suddenly break up with you.
She just suddenly decided that it’s more important to love herself.”
Comments say, “Forgetting her birthday is totally unforgivable, right? They’ve been together for six years, not six days. How could he forget her birthday?”
“Jesus, time and time again, you can see how little he cares about her. Good thing she got out early.”
“She just saw through that his love was words only. He wouldn’t give her even one iota of his time or effort. She realised that she’s nothing more than his emotional motel. When he’s tired, he’ll drop in for a couple of hours…she was never essential to him…so what’s the point of staying in love? If his boss had told him to do something, would he forget? If it’s crucial to his career, would he forget? Why force someone to give you love that he doesn’t have? If he likes wealth more, then he can go pursue that. Women should have the same goals for themselves anyways.”
A blogger reposting someone else’s post which reads, “As someone with experience, I’m giving a bit of advice to all men above 30 who are still unmarried:
Stay away from the following types of women:
Women who work in night clubs and bars. You can’t afford them.
Women who work in spas. Mostly because their schedule is actually really unpredictable, and they’re always busiest whenever everyone else is off of work, and they have really high standards for their quality of life. And they have contact with a lot of super wealthy people.
Female real estate agents. Normal people don’t have a chance against them. They know how to win against the most elite of clients. Even the young ones place making money as their first priority. They have all kinds of ways of screwing with men’s emotions.
The commonality among these three types of women is that if you don’t have some amount of economic power, you can’t get with them at all. They spend minimum 4K a month. They might even borrow money to spend. The good point is that they tend to all be pretty extroverted, and at least in the beginning, at least they won’t make you feel bored. They come off like they’re really into you, but it’s mostly just after your money.
Oh, and also any women in foot spas and bath houses. Every one I’ve met is divorced.”
And a compilation of the comments underneath, “I’ve met a female real estate agent that I thought was a pretty decent gal. I think it’s still up to the individual and the environment.”
“Which high class whore doesn’t come off like they’re super pure and innocent?”
“Can’t you pick women from normal careers? Like civil servants, banks, teachers, cops, or lawyers?”
“None of those are normal either lol.”
“My coworker said that he’s slept with two female sales agents at the real estate developers under the guise of buying a house. I used to sell houses too and I didn’t believe him, until he showed me pictures…”
“It’s because you’re not skilled enough. I’m married, and women from nightclubs still throw themselves at me. I’m not bragging, but I don’t even spend any money on it. They even buy me gifts! Anyone who can’t handle them are just incompetent, or look too ugly.”
“Just go at it with the mentality that you’re just here to play. Give yourself an investment limit of 1000 RMB. If they don’t let you touch them, then move on ASAP.”
“In conclusion: don’t touch women who have a low income but come into contact with rich people. Their mentality is all screwed up.”
“Can’t they come out with an artificial womb already? Lower class men have it too hard in this world.”
An askreddit question, “How do you feel about the best toriyaki chef in Tokyo coming to make toriyaki in Shanghai for 3 days, for 1700 RMB per person?”
The top-voted reply is, “That video make me rofl, tbh. This toriyaki master has to close all the lights before he starts grilling to give some big long PSA about toriyaki culture, with a translator next to him. Then, there’s a bunch of music, and a bunch of applause from all the customers, and then he starts grilling chicken. At least you know he didn’t hold back on atmosphere.
But as soon as the light opened, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. This toriyaki master is absolutely filthy! The grill is charred black. There’s grease splattering everywhere. I genuinely thought that sauce bucket next to him is a trash can!
And look at his hands. Holy shit. It’s enough to be grilling chicken with nail fungus, but what is up with all that dirt under his fingernails? He’s touching these skewer with his bare hands! Shouldn’t he at least be wearing some gloves?
Finally, look at the broccoli he produced. The toriyaki master claimed that he deliberately charred it, to imitate the “high class taste of wild veggies from the mountains.” What a world.
To be honest, this isn’t a matter of money. If it’s really good, there’s nothing wrong with paying a little more for the experience. But the problem is that this toriyaki chef is a little bit too unkempt. Just look at his hands! How could he show that off to his customers like there’s nothing wrong? I’ve lost all my appetite. I wouldn’t eat it even if he was paying me.
My commentary on this toriyaki omakase is that 1700 RMB is still too cheap. If they did a little more marketing about the Japanese artisan spirit, they could sell it for 17000 RMB per person. That’s even more precisely selecting their customer base, and they get to con more money out of it!”
Comments say, “They’re specifically targeting those, “pretentious and narcissistic through the roof just because they have a little bit of money” new bourgeoisie.”
“Anyone getting tricked by this is asking for it, so I don’t see anything wrong here.”
“Poor people can’t afford it, rich people don’t want it. The only people getting tricked are the “middle class” desperate to throw off the label of “lower-class”.”
an add -> an ad
chances of being admitted is -> "chance of being admitted is" or "chances of being admitted are"
"If you’re a girl, you’re 20% more likely to be admitted than a boy. Now it’s 76 times."
But... 76 isn't 20% more than 54....