[The person upstairs is so pitiful. They became friends after a fight, and now you're at least somewhat famous.]
[Is this a publicity stunt to cultivate a "lucky charm" persona?]
[Do they think netizens are all brainless? Can't they tell this is post-production editing?]
[The person above is talking about themselves; don't they know this is a live stream?]
That's how the internet works. No one knows what kind of face is behind the screen. In the virtual world, people can freely insult and attack those they've never met, carrying all their prejudices.
The online arguments were infuriating, fueled by insults from haters and desperate attempts by fans to control the narrative.
As a newcomer, Lu Wanzheng did not have her own fan club, but fortunately she had Ji He's fans and the fans she had accumulated from her previous live stream.
They successfully countered the online trolls, sending ten comments praising Lu Wanzheng for every one that criticized her.
The Black comments, ignored by everyone, were buried at the bottom of the comment section, unable to make a ripple.
Ji He returned to his room, took out his phone, took a screenshot of his victory from the night before, added text, and posted it on Weibo.
[Thanks to Sister Wanzheng for helping me get the item I really wanted! I hope I didn't drain your luck. Please help me out more next time. (Image) (Image)]
The army of people who stay up late quickly commented.
I've witnessed my younger brother's journey from Teacher Lu to Sister Lu and then to Sister Wanzheng, a journey I've never actually met.
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Xiao Hua had gone to bed early, so Lu Wanzheng didn't disturb her despite the mess on the table.
He silently threw everything on the table into the trash can, and then carefully wiped away the crumbs.
After tidying up completely, Lu Wanzheng could no longer straighten her back. She was so tired. The coffee table was only knee-high, and Lu Wanzheng had to squat and bend over the whole time to wipe it.
I suddenly stood up, and all I could see was a flurry of snowflakes. I swayed and almost couldn't stand.
She held onto the edge of the sofa and rested for a while until the snowflakes in front of her completely disappeared before returning to her room.
The next day, Xiaohua got up early to clean up the mess in the living room, but she didn't expect that as soon as she stepped out of the room, she would see that the coffee table was empty, and even the trash had been put in a garbage bag, sealed, and left at the door.
Did Sister Wanzheng finish tidying up before going to bed last night?
How late will you go to sleep then?
Xiao Hua moved quietly, trying her best not to disturb Lu Wanzheng.
Even when ordering breakfast, they instructed that the doorbell should not be rung, but a gentle knock should be given.
Just as she received her breakfast, Lu Wanzheng's room door opened.
This was the first time she had gotten up so early in a while.
I was completely disoriented and didn't know where I was.
"Why did you get up so early, Sister Wanzheng? There's still some time before the first scene. Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Xiaohua felt sorry for Lu Wanzheng. People without any status even have to listen to others about the scheduling of their scenes.
Thinking of this, Xiaohua's resentment towards Wang Xiyou grew even stronger.
Lu Wanzheng mumbled sleepily, "Get up early to wake yourself up, otherwise the more I sleep, the more I want to sleep, and I might not be able to get up today."
After saying that, she yawned several more times.
She's so sleepy~
No, no, I can't sleep anymore, I need to stay awake.
So she gently patted her face, trying to clear her mind with the pain.
"Sister Wanzheng, you go and tidy up first, I'll go and set out the breakfast." Xiaohua took the breakfast that the waiter had just brought up and placed it on the table, setting it out one by one.
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