The day after Zero’s live stream ended, netizens worked together to push Isabella Hart to the top of the trending list.
Before Nora Scott confird her identity, the account exposing "Nora Scott trying to hitch a ride on Zero’s fa" was seen by netizens as a knowledgeable and just person coming forward to stop Nora Scott.
However, with just one live stream, Nora Scott confird her identity, crushing all rumors.
The true intentions of the so-called "righteous person" were now evident.
While netizens were grateful for her stirring the pot, forcing Nora Scott to live stream and prove her identity, solving the big mystery of "Who is Zero," there were also netizens who despised such behavior and so spared no effort in digging up the identity of this small account.
The result was jaw-dropping.
The account belonged to Zero’s peer, Isabella Hart.
Although Isabella Hart had set up a goddess persona, she had a lot of dirt from her early days, involving many incidents of hitching rides on others’ fa and public spats. She didn’t have many followers before, so she relied on despicable ans to gather popularity. After leaving Mihua Comics, she whitewashed her image, and no one paid attention to her past scandals.
As long as she didn’t cause trouble, no one would bother her, and she could still have a place in the comic industry.
But she ran headlong into it, igniting the wrath of countless netizens.
For a while, Isabella Hart’s past scandals were dug out by the omnipotent netizens, leading to her being mocked and publicly flayed across the internet.
Due to the explosive nature of the "Nora Scott is Zero" revelation, it attracted nurous onlookers, and the buzz in the comics circle was unprecedented. This full-scale internet backlash against Isabella Hart was no less than the "UU plagiarism incident" back then.
Rumor has it:
Isabella Hart didn’t even attend the CC Comics annual eting and left midway;
The "Searching for the City’s Secret" program team worked overnight to delete and edit Isabella Hart’s recording segnts to minimize losses;
Cool Ridge dia had purchased the rights to Isabella Hart’s ani, but on this day, they took it down completely, leaving no trace;
...
Netizens who heard the rumors couldn’t help but feel overjoyed.
What is this called?
Reaping what you sow.
If you don’t want anyone to know, don’t do it yourself.
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Yangel.
Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, in a wild mountain village, here the lush mountains and green waters stretch endlessly as far as the eye can see.
Deep within the bamboo forest.
A bamboo house, a small stream, a rockery, and a courtyard filled with thriving bamboo, so bamboo shoots growing tall. The afternoon sunlight spills down, casting dappled shadows through the bamboo leaves, swaying gently in the breeze, and the air is filled with a sense of ease and comfort.
Nora Scott lies on the bamboo floor under the eaves, one hand resting behind her head, one leg bent and the other extended, eyes closed, soaked in the warm sunshine.
The gentle rustle of the breeze, the gurgling of flowing water, the rustling of wind through the leaves, and the buzzing of insects and chirping of birds in the mountains...
The long-missed tranquility.
"Co quickly and try this, I’ve newly developed a vegetable cake with wild herbs inside."
Accompanied by the slapping sound of slippers on the ground, a loud yet sonorous voice was heard.
It was the owner of the bamboo house, Julian Linfield.
Nora didn’t even open her eyes, directly turning over to face the courtyard, covering her ears with her hands.
"Not eating."
"Just try it!"
Julian urged, almost whining.
"Not eating."
Nora frowned, showing no rcy.
"I worked so hard to make it for you."
Julian played the emotional card.
Stretching her arm upwards, Nora found a cushion and covered her head with it, "Say that again after throwing away your face."
"You child..."
Julian began to complain.
The frown under the cushion twitched, and Nora interrupted him without a word, "The first ti I ever had food poisoning was because I ate the fried cake you made."
After a mont’s pause, Julian placed the dishes on the ground with a dull sound and said grumpily, "I’m angry now."
"Go ahead." Nora didn’t bother with him, "Don’t co to until you’re over it."
"Humph."
Julian huffed and walked away.
Listening to the sound of his slippers shuffling away, Nora let out a long sigh, took away the cushion covering her head, and then slightly tilted her head, catching sight of the awful-looking vegetable cake placed a ter away from her, and let out a soft sigh.
Sitting up cross-legged, Nora placed the cushion in her lap, pulled out her phone, took a picture of the vegetable cake, sent it to Pedro Langley, and began ssaging.
[Nora Scott]: [Image]
[Nora Scott]: I have a feeling I’ll die if I eat it.
[Pedro Langley]: What keeps your passion for photography alive?
[Pedro Langley]: Your obsession with blinding ?
[Nora Scott]: ...
[Pedro Langley]: If you can’t stay there, co back early. Butler Loxley has developed a few new dishes, they taste pretty good.
Given that he knew how to make ands, Nora decided not to argue with him.
However, before she could reply, a call ca in.
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