The comnt was posted by an account called "Only Love Goddess Momo."
After mocking Xiyan and Xia’s mom for stealing the spotlight and stirring up drama, another comnt was posted:
[I’m even starting to suspect Sumr wasn’t attacked at all, and the so-called black fans were just made up. It’s all hype. Isn’t that what most celebrities do these days?]
[I have a feeling Sumr will be eliminated in the first round, guaranteed!!]
...
Xiyan looked at the comnts, her lips twitching slightly.
Are people’s hearts really this malicious now? She was literally attacked, and yet there’s soone claiming she’s doing it for hype?
Who would hype sothing like this!
An Ran hurriedly tried to comfort Xiyan, "The internet is full of keyboard warriors, don’t let it bother you."
Although those were her words, there was still a bit of discomfort lingering in her heart.
It was clearly Xiyan’s exclusive interview video, yet this "Only Love Goddess Momo" account kept jumping around in the comnts.
Relentlessly putting Xiyan down.
Ji Yanche was lounging back, eating sunflower seeds with his feet propped up nonchalantly, when suddenly he felt a chill in the air.
He shivered and glanced toward the other sofa, where Ou Jue sat like a true boss, "Bro, what are you up to?"
What’s with this terrifying air of nace!
Ou Jue didn’t respond, his face expressionless as he scrolled through his phone.
In a rented apartnt sowhere in the city.
An oily-faced, overweight man was typing on his computer while picking at his foot.
The Weibo client displayed the account na [Only Love Goddess Momo] in bold.
The walls of the apartnt were plastered with various Qiao Qianmo posters.
He took a bite of waterlon and typed furiously again on Weibo: [Did I say anything wrong? If Sumr isn’t hyping this up, then what is she doing? Momo is so kind for donating bone marrow to Susan, but Sumr just wants to ride on Momo’s coattails for attention. Her mom isn’t any better either. Both mother and daughter are nothing but manipulative b*tches!]
Feeling righteous indignation, the man hit send.
But not even two seconds later, the system notified him that his comnt had been deleted.
"What the f*ck?" the man cursed, sitting upright and furiously typing again: [Deleting my comnt? Did I say anything wrong?!]
The next mont, the system notified him that his comnt had been deleted again, and this ti, even his account had been banned.
Switching to his backup account, he quickly found the Weibo post about Sumr’s interview: [Did Sumr bribe Weibo and the show’s official website? Criticize her a bit and you get banned? Ha, I demand an explanation!]
Buzz—buzz—
Suddenly, the computer started smoking, and in an instant, the whole thing was hacked and went black!
Staring at his now completely unusable computer, the man blinked dumbfounded.
What in the actual f*** just happened!
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Chi Cheng and An Ran had already left to wait in the audience seats.
Even though Xiyan was used to getting hate online, the matter involving "Mr. Ling" felt different.
It bothered her deeply.
Because no matter what kind of insults were hurled at her personally, she could take it.
But this ti, even her mom was dragged into it.
Her mom, who from the start to the end, had only ever been a victim...
Those ssy, vile comnts were starting to get to Xiyan.
She turned around and saw Ou Jue sitting with his back perfectly straight at the computer desk in the dressing room. His long fingers flew across the keyboard at lightning speed.
She poked Ou Jue’s back, "What are you doing?"
Ou Jue had already completed whatever he was doing, his fingers paused on the keyboard.
He turned his sharp profile toward Xiyan, his chiselled features no longer possessed the cold, intimidating air from earlier.
Ou Jue reached out with his big hand and pulled her into his arms, his deep voice wrapping around her gently, "Xia Xiyan."
"Mm?"
"No matter what happens, you’ve got ."
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