Chapter 46: Such a high-class face

It was the end of summer vacation, and both college and high school students were surfing the Internet for revenge. Everyone had nothing to do, so the incident of Shen Linglan was on the hot search list all day long.

Even if there are trolls, they cannot stop netizens from speaking out and discussing on various platforms.

They said Shen Linglan was heartless and unfilial, but Shen Linglan could tolerate it. However, Shen Linglan could not tolerate netizens saying that she was ugly.

Those are ID photos from many years ago.

Who knew who had the heart to post such an ugly photo online? Shen Linglan couldn't stand seeing the thick black eyebrows and bangs as thick as a pot lid.

She registered a short video account and did not hide her name, Shen Linglan.

After registering, she posted a video. Unexpectedly, netizens who had been looking for the protagonist of the incident immediately came in. After seeing Shen Linglan's video, they all said that Shen Linglan had photoshopped the video and that the filter was too thick and it was fake.

Shen Linglan was so excited that she started the live broadcast immediately.

This made netizens even more excited. They broke into the live broadcast room and said they wanted to take a good look at what this person looked like.

As soon as we entered, we were dumbfounded.

[No, am I the only one who thinks this person looks like a celebrity? ]

[I think so too. No, I think he looks like many celebrities.]

[The eyes are as big as that person, the nose is as straight as that person, and the mouth, my God, looks like the one I love the most, and the beads on the lips are so tempting. ]

[Such a classy face...]

Shen Linglan cleared her throat and started to speak in the live broadcast room: "Hello everyone, my name is Shen Linglan. You have been scolding me all day."

After seeing Shen Linglan's face, netizens began to switch sides like fence-sitters.

[I am a face-lover. I withdraw my words today about you being unfilial. I have decided to support you unconditionally from now on.]

[+1, she's so pretty, everything she says is right. ]

[I admit that I spoke too loudly today. Sorry, Lanlan, I will be your dog from now on.]

Shen Linglan looked at the bullet screen and frowned.

"Today's live broadcast is not just for showing my face, of course, this is one of the reasons. If you want to scold me in the future, don't use my old high school ID photo. Take a better-looking photo of me. Thank you."

She took a sip of water slowly, then said to the camera on her phone, "This is what I printed out today, showing my financial dealings with Sun Xiuli over the past decade."

She showed every single one of them in the video. There was a steady transfer of 200 to 300 yuan every year until she was in the third year of junior high school, when the money suddenly stopped. Then in her third year of high school, there was a transfer of 500 yuan, and there was no more transfer information.

"My biological mother stopped caring about me when I was in the third year of junior high school. She contacted the reporter just to make me support her family and her new son."

Her tone was indifferent, as if the grievances and pains of all those years did not exist, as if this was someone else's story.

"From my freshman year to my junior year in high school, my best friend Zhao Yunduo and I depended on each other for survival. One dollar could buy two steamed buns, and we each ate one. That's how we didn't starve to death. The photos you see are from my teenage years when I was malnourished and dressed in rags."

After hearing these words, netizens who commented on the video said that Shen Linglan had sold out badly and asked her whether she had planned the script with her biological mother.

Shen Linglan did not answer them. Selling misery? The real misery cannot be sold. It is the feeling of suffocation that permeates every moment of life.

A netizen with a good memory caught the three words "Zhao Yunduo".

[Wait, the anchor's best friend's name sounds familiar. Was she on social news a while ago? ]

Upon hearing this, someone with a fast internet connection immediately went to Baidu and came back to tell everyone:

[It was found out that Zhao Yunduo died suddenly half a month ago after getting off work late at night.]

[Oh my god…]

[Oh my god…]

[I really started to feel sorry for the anchor. ]

[My mother doesn't care about me, I've been eating at many houses since I was a child, and the only best friend I can rely on is no longer alive...]

[What kind of world is this Yuhua novel...]

[Wuwuwu, I really cried, Son Xiuli, you really deserve to die. 】

Shen Linglan, who had no intention of exploiting her best friend, was shocked by the sudden reversal of the barrage. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If it was Shen Linglan who had just learned that her best friend was no longer alive, she would probably cry along with the netizens after reading these words.

Fortunately, her best friend was still alive, even though she was in another world. But her best friend had just sent her a message, saying that the barbecue last night was delicious, and asked Shen Linglan to buy more chicken wings, which were so delicious that she wanted to eat six in one go next time!

But there were also some discordant bullet screens that appeared in Shen Linglan's sight.

[Isn't anyone wondering where Shen Linglan's biological father is? ]

[An unfilial daughter, a best friend who died suddenly, a heartless mother and a disappeared father? ]

[The anchor had such a miserable childhood and adolescence, it must not only be caused by his mother, right? Why not blame his father? ]

Shen Linglan frowned and explained, "From the beginning, I never thought of blaming my biological father and mother. After all, the hard days are over. If Sun Xiuli hadn't done this, I wouldn't have made this matter public. I also never thought that my biological father's disappearance was right. On the contrary, I used to hate them both."

It is said that the one who teases first is the loser. Aren't all these things caused by Sun Xiuli? The gasoline plant's order failed because she had to provoke Shen Linglan. This person doesn't love Shen Linglan at all, and never feels sorry for Shen Linglan.

Naturally, Shen Linglan would not be soft-hearted and let her go. On the contrary, if she had the chance, she would repay the injustice she had suffered a hundredfold.

The comments became exciting again. Although there were more voices supporting Shen Linglan, there were still many voices questioning her. Some people even said that cash was more commonly used in that era. Who knows if Shen Linglan secretly took the living expenses and then turned against her mother?

Otherwise, was it really possible to grow that big just by eating steamed bread in that era?

There is also tuition. Where can a minor go to earn money for tuition?

While the barrage of comments was going on, Aunt Liu had already prepared lunch, a bowl of noodles with beans and pork ribs.

She moved it to the front of the video, watching the barrage of comments while eating noodles. Gradually, the direction of the barrage of comments became strange.

[Why do I feel like the host is watching us quarreling while eating? 】

[I feel the same way... She was the one who was fighting with me, right? She's the one who got me confused.]

[It seems like the host is really strong inside... She can still eat even after being scolded. ]

[What is the anchor eating? It smells so good...]

[It looks delicious, give me a bite! ]

Shen Linglan nonchalantly picked up a piece of noodles dipped in pork rib sauce with chopsticks, rolled it up and put it into her mouth.

"Hmm? I'm eating pork ribs with noodles. Look, the pork ribs are stewed until they're very soft and rotten. They're so delicious."

Those who were cursing Shen Linglan in the barrage became more aggressive. Shen Linglan finished her noodles without paying any attention. When she was about to turn off the live broadcast, suddenly a barrage of comments attracted her attention.

[I can prove that the anchor really didn't get living expenses in the third year of junior high school. Do you still remember me, little girl? I was the one who gave you 200 yuan that year. ]