Grace Bennett let out a sigh. “Wushuang must be real. The program can’t be wrong, and you all study computer science—you should know that with current virtual avatar technology, it’s impossible to create such a refined character.”

William Clark frowned. “Logically speaking, a stunning beauty like this should have made all of Douyin go crazy. How come we’ve never heard of her?”

“Not every beautiful woman wants to be famous.”

As Grace Bennett spoke, he pushed Edward Harris aside, plopped himself down in a chair, and rapidly clicked the mouse to check the details.

“Look, after this Miss Wushuang registered her account, she only posted one short video, and that was last year. Douyin wasn’t nearly as popular then as it is now.”

Grace Bennett’s mouse continued to move at high speed. Both his hand speed and thought process were so quick that his three roommates were left dizzy just watching him.

“My theory is this: Miss Wushuang didn’t want to be famous. She was probably just curious, downloaded Douyin, filmed a short clip of herself, and later found it boring and deleted it. That’s why her following list is zero, likes are zero, and fans are also zero—clearly not an active user.”

“Second, when Sky Eye captured the profile picture, it sharpened unclear faces. In the original video, because of the distance and lighting, if you don’t pause and look closely, it’s easy to think Miss Wushuang just has decent features and is ordinarily pretty.”

“People nowadays are restless. When playing with Douyin, everyone likes to swipe quickly. Take Daigula, for example—if you freeze the frame and observe carefully, you’ll find she’s indeed quite pretty, but not as stunning as everyone imagines.”

“But this Miss Wushuang is different. At first glance, she’s a beauty. Look closer, and she’s a super beauty. Stare for a long time, and wow—turns out she’s a natural stunner, gorgeous even without makeup. That’s probably the difference between natural beauty and painted-on features.”

Grace Bennett spoke in a very organized way—evidence, speculation, conclusion—all clear as day, leaving his roommates dumbfounded.

“No wonder it’s called Sky Eye. On its very first day online, it dug up a peerless beauty hidden among countless short videos. If it weren’t for your friend’s website, we might never have known that someone could actually be so stunning it’s almost unreal,” William Clark said, feeling shaken.

“It’s nothing. That’s what Sky Eye is for—to share the best and most beautiful things with everyone.” Grace Bennett shrugged.

……

The long night dragged on, and sleep was nowhere to be found.

Grace Bennett was still hugging his laptop, writing code. Although Sky Eye was officially online, it was still far from having all the features Grace Bennett wanted.

Grace Bennett hoped Sky Eye wouldn’t be limited to Douyin. Ideally, it would also include Kuaishou, Weishi, Douyu, Momo, and every other short video and livestreaming site.

Unfortunately, with only four servers, large-scale searching and computing wasn’t possible yet. Grace Bennett could only get the program ready and wait until he had more money to rent more machines.

“Wushuang, my Wushuang…” Edward Harris suddenly rolled over, mumbling in his sleep.

Grace Bennett was startled at first, then shook his head and smiled.

He took out his phone and played that twelve-second video again.

On screen, a beautiful girl with a slender waist and smiling almond-shaped eyes sat at a desk, gazing into the camera. The desk lamp cast a warm glow, the air was tinged with the scent of ink and books. She gently swept up her long hair, her brows lifting, revealing a swan-like delicate neck, and in a soft voice said, “城上斜阳画角哀，沈园非复旧池台，伤心桥下春波绿，曾是惊鸿照影来。”

Thump~

Thump~

Grace Bennett felt his heart race. He put down his phone, thinking, “What a line—曾是惊鸿照影来. Miss Wushuang, do you know that your fleeting glance has left such an impression? Now even our old fourth is dreaming of you. They say beauty brings trouble—if you were in real life, you’d definitely be a real troublemaker.”

Actually, Grace Bennett was fully capable of using various means to find this stunning girl called Wushuang among the masses.

But what would be the point of finding her?

Would he show up beside Miss Wushuang clad in golden armor, riding on rainbow clouds, looking all heroic?

Come on, do you really think you’re the Monkey King meeting the Fairy Zixia, destined for a legendary romance? More likely, you’d end up like Marshal Tianpeng peeping at Chang’e bathing, only to get beaten into a pig’s head.

After Sky Eye went online, Grace Bennett returned to his normal life. Every day, he went to class with his roommates. While the teacher lectured up front, he sat below thinking about how to improve the features. At night, Grace Bennett would turn his daytime ideas into code and programs.

The intelligent bot army worked around the clock, registering accounts on major websites, then automatically generating countless soft ads, subtly recommending Sky Eye to everyone.

Gradually, Sky Eye started to gain some fame. The number of logins steadily climbed. At first, there were only two thousand visits, but after four days online, the daily average finally surpassed ten thousand.

Unfortunately, the anticipated business collaborations never materialized.

Grace Bennett had deliberately left a QQ number in a prominent spot on the website. The QQ number was newly registered and managed by an AI program. If any money-making opportunity was detected, the program would proactively contact Grace Bennett.