Online public opinion is growing increasingly frenzied, with haters spreading rumors recklessly. Fans are reluctant to argue, as a heated argument would only harm the main character. Those who are innocent will be cleared of their guilt, and without further ado, they have clarified his innocence. The host has also pinned this detailed clarification post to the top of their Weibo post. Anyone with common sense will know the truth and disregard the arguments of those with ulterior motives.
After seeing the unretweeted comment, He Zhijin switched to his main account and reposted the PR from Jing Zuohuai's studio, adding the comment "The innocent will be innocent." He then turned off his phone and switched it to silent mode. All he had to do now was to prevent Jing Zuohuai from seeing it, and leave the rest to Shang Miao.
"I'm going to make lunch, is pasta okay?"
“Tomato cheese meat sauce!”
“Okay~” It’s okay, I know how to order food now.
The kitchen range hood blared. Jing Zuohuai put down the script and watched him busy at work. The apron he was wearing was really funny, not fitting his temperament at all.
Do you want to buy a new one?
"Ding." A message came from WeChat on the mobile phone.
[Ke Huo: Brother Jing, ahhhhhh! I'm so pissed off! How can people say that about you online?! I'm currently arguing with my friends and the trolls, and this is so frustrating.]
[Ke Huo: Can you please stop, these idiot trolls! How can they comment on my brother Jing?! This is so annoying! They have no brains and yet they dare to surf the internet. I'm going to kill them!]
[? ] Jing Zuohuai was confused.
[Ke Huo: Huh? Brother Jing, you don't know? Wait a minute, I'll tell you about this right away.]
But Jing Zuohuai waited for more than ten minutes but Ke Huo didn't say anything further, and even withdrew the three messages he had just sent.
[What's wrong?]
Did he just mention the internet? Did something happen? Should I check online? But I just promised Senior He that I wouldn't go online. What if I saw something that would affect my condition? Shang Miao didn't tell me what was wrong, so it shouldn't be serious...
Mnnnnn, just take a look, just one look.
But as soon as he logged onto his second Weibo account, he was flooded with rumors. He simply clicked on the page, and the first thing he saw was gossip about himself.
Bringing money into the group, supporting someone, using backdoors to get promoted, harassing juniors, taking drugs, having a girlfriend, secretly married with a child...
All the unbearable notes came pouring in. Jing Zuohuai only had to glance at them for a few seconds before a chill ran down his spine. He hesitantly logged into his main account, which froze for a moment. When the server recovered, Jing Zuohuai was even a little surprised. There were so many tags, comments, and private messages that he couldn't even read them all. He was afraid to even open them.
And the most important thing is that someone dug up an incident in junior high school where he was warned by the school for beating someone.
"Bang." Jing Zuohuai seemed to be frozen, and his phone fell to the ground without being able to hold it.
He Zhijin had just finished cooking and came out with a hot bowl of tomato pasta. Just as she was about to call him to eat, she saw him burying himself between his legs.
Is this brewing emotion?
He Zhijin approached him. No, his phone had fallen to the ground, and the screen was still on. He Zhijin had a bad feeling in his heart. After helping him pick it up, he realized that he had already known about the online public opinion.
"...You already know, don't you?" Jing Zuohuai said softly, "Shang Miao and the others must have known about what happened online. They told you not to tell me, didn't they?"
"Yes. They were afraid of affecting your condition, and you have just stabilized now, so they are reluctant to tell you." He Zhijin explained.
"But I can't hide this." Jing Zuohuai continued to hide himself. "You can tell me what happened. Some things won't affect me. Although I don't pay attention to public opinion when filming, it doesn't mean I don't need to know."
"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through." His tone was apologetic. "But you have to know that they do this because they care about you."
Jing Zuohuai knew they cared about him, and he was like a fragile vase, shattered at the slightest touch, which was why they were so afraid. He understood all this, but there was nothing he could do. He was just so vulnerable right now.
"So, have you seen the trends online?"
There was a tremor in his voice, and He Zhijin felt distressed. He had a clear answer in his heart, but he couldn't say it out loud. He had never been able to lie to him.
After struggling for a moment, he had to tell him the truth, "Yes, I saw it." He squatted down and touched his head, "But I don't believe it. I know what kind of person you are. I only believe you, and I only believe what I saw of Jing Zuohuai."
But part of what they said was true.
I'm not that good, and all the good things I do are just a show. He's a complete villain, not as innocent as he appears. The me you're willing to be with is just a disguise. The paranoid and calculating me is the real me.
Jing Zuohuai didn't dare to look at him.
"Okay, stop thinking about it and eat now, okay?"
"I..." Jing Zuohuai's voice trembled a little, "Senior, please go back first. I'm a little tired."
Why so sudden? "You have to eat first? You are..."
"Please, let me be alone for a while, I'm really tired." I'm really, really tired, please let me be alone to catch my breath.
Forget it, being tough will only make it harder to deal with. He Zhijin sighed and stood up, "Then you should go to bed early. I'll come back tomorrow. Remember to eat."
Jing Zuohuai only looked up when he heard the door close. His eyes were red, clearly having been suppressing his emotions. He stood up and walked to the dining table, looking at the tempting and delicious pasta, then sat down and took a few bites.
He just glanced at the messages his friends forwarded and expressed their support, knowing they had also read them, but no one had sent him a text message. He knew they were all doing it for his own good, thinking of him.
Feelings of grievance and gratitude surged in my heart, and I couldn't help crying out loud.
He Zhijin leaned against his door and smoked two cigarettes, listening to his soft crying, and left reluctantly.
The phone rang and Jing Zuohuai got up to check.
He bit his lower lip and finally answered the call.
"elder brother......"
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