In the Internet age, information spreads at an astonishing speed.
The post was posted to the forum in the middle of the night, and within an hour, it received over a thousand replies.
"What a beautiful cabbage, but it was eaten by a pig!"
"Please give me a picture! Please give me the truth!"
"My goddess, 555..."
"Tang Xiaobao, you bastard, I'm going to kick your balls and break them before you can touch my goddess!"
"Get your dirty hands off me, you bastard!"
The post was so concise that it was hard not to believe it. The time, place, and witnesses were all listed.
Countless boys are in agony...
"My goddess, how could you do this? I haven't even had a chance to confess my feelings to you!"
"That's a good title, a toad trying to eat swan flesh. Hey, actually, as long as I can get a goddess to look at me once more, I'm willing to be a happy toad!"
"Ditto! Also, who's up for a date tonight? The goddess is gone, and I've given up."
"Tang Xiaobao, my regards to your whole family!"
"If you steal my woman, I'll kill you!"
The students are in good spirits, they are all cat-like...
The replies were fierce and the theme was very consistent, either expressing sympathy or cursing Tang Xiaobao, and most of the posters were boys.
But soon, girls began to stand up for justice.
"Brother Xiaobao is awesome. Although I've always had a crush on you and am heartbroken now, I admit defeat wholeheartedly for being able to win over Luoya!"
"Hey, the one upstairs, I'm not convinced. What a bullshit goddess! Do you dare to compare breasts with mine?"
Obviously, this is a tomboy and a die-hard fan of Tang Xiaobao.
"No matter what you say, my baby is my dream lover! You're just sour grapes. Yo, yo, yo, young people, that's not the right mentality! How about being generous and sending your blessings?"
"Brother Bao, wuwuwu, don't abandon me, I want to have a baby with you!"
"Bao, do you still remember Xia Yuhe by Daming Lake?"
Phew, there seems to be another story. This is obviously another resentful woman...
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