"So Baldy, are you just going to let it go about that variety show called Restaurant Something hiring internet trolls to discredit your sister Sheng?"

"Ah, little cake, my little cake, a super super delicious cake~" The bald man was looking at a little cake the size of half a palm on his table with stars in his eyes. After it was carefully unpacked, it was placed on the table.

Then, a series of 'click' sounds were heard, and the bald man took pictures of the small cake with his mobile phone, not leaving out any angle of 360 degrees. If possible, he even wanted to give the small cake a red carpet show with lighting.

The roommate was speechless: "..."

"I'm talking to you!" The roommate kicked the bald man.

"Fuck you——" The bald man's body shook and his phone almost hit the cake. His face turned black and then he hurriedly and nervously checked the cake carefully.

After making sure that the cake was not damaged in the slightest, he raised his head and looked at his roommate's terrifying eyes that were full of murderous intent before retracting his gaze. After taking two or three GB of photos, he switched his phone to ultra-clear video mode, and then said lazily without even looking up: "Of course it doesn't count."

"But - Sister Sheng doesn't let us take care of it."

The roommate was stunned, and immediately became curious, asking four questions in a row: "Did she say it herself? Where did she say it? In the fan group? So did the production team really deliberately create trouble to discredit them?"

“No.” The bald man paused and shook his head. “She didn’t say anything. We felt it. She didn’t let us control it.”

My roommate was confused: "Huh???" What? Feeling?

“Yeah.” The bald man pulled his thick short hair in distress and said, “How can I tell you… This stupid production team must be up to something, and Sister Sheng knew about it a long time ago.”

"But Sister Sheng doesn't need us. She can handle it all by herself. That's the feeling she gives us."

"So, there will be this small cake lottery..." When he said this, the bald man looked depressed. To be honest, Sheng Yuan really doesn't post updates on Weibo very often. Usually, everyone in the fan group relies on various other channels to get news about her. Once they find some new materials, everyone can cheer for a long time and can make themselves happy with these because they are really attracted to her in all aspects and like her and become her fans.

So, last night, when the news of her new update popped up on everyone’s phone screen, everyone was extremely excited.

Sheng Yuan said that the local fans in Beijing were so excited about the chance to draw the mini cake that they almost couldn't sleep.

But after the excitement, I suddenly realized...

No, the timing is wrong. After such a long time, Sheng Yuan finally released new updates. Fans were unintentionally happy, but the timing of her release was wrong.

Why is it just when public opinion about the "Water Army List" is fermenting?

She was telling them that they didn't need to worry about this matter.

She was distracting them.

"If this happened to other stars, their fans would have been furious, thinking that they had worked so hard to speak up for the stars they support, but the stars simply didn't appreciate it, thinking that the stars were too proud to know what was good for them. Then the fans would feel let down, feel unbalanced, and would immediately turn from fans to haters."

"But we don't feel that way at all, because Sister Sheng has never asked us to do anything for her. Instead, she has always been giving back to us for free, such as the slingshot tutorial and the two lucky draws."

"When we expressed our desire to become her fans, we did not obtain her consent. We just said that Sister Sheng is awesome and gave ourselves the title of Sheng Yuan's fans."

"I think, in fact, whether or not you are a fan has no impact on her. Sister Sheng gives people the impression that if you are a fan, you are her fan, and she will recognize it. If you are not a fan or even if your fans turn against you, she doesn't care."

The bald man sighed, "I'm depressed mainly because we fans don't have much connection with Sister Sheng, but it's good to see her on the screen. However, it's not just me. Many people always have a vague feeling that one day, she will suddenly disappear, completely disappear from everyone's sight."

The roommate laughed at the bald man and said, "Look, you're so sentimental just because you're chasing a star. Since she's a female star in the entertainment industry, the probability of something like what you said happening is very small, okay? Can she just leave when she wants to?"

"Don't be silly."

"But your sister Sheng is indeed different from most celebrities. She not only manages and wins over fans herself, but also asks her studio to do it. She often actively interacts with them, just to increase her commercial value at a critical moment and get higher advertising endorsement fees."

Seeing the bald man still looking stupid, the roommate came over quietly, salivating: "Do you want to eat the cake? If not, I'll eat it."

The bald man immediately kicked him and protected him: “Get lost!” - No one knew the true appearance of the assorted lunch boxes for the guests in Group A. The boxes were tightly covered and the customers basically paid and packed up their bags and left.

It was probably true as the audiences in the B and C live broadcast rooms said, that Group A was using the traffic from the small cakes to boost the lunch box business. In short, it was not until 1:30 in the afternoon that the last customer of the "Unfinished House" restaurant left. And that was because Sheng Yuan had posted a notice half an hour in advance stating that only the last ten lunch boxes were left, otherwise the queue would have been reluctant to disperse.

I have to say that the power of 'free cupcakes' is really great.

This is also the time for the program staff to eat.

The huge lounge was filled with dead air, and the roof seemed to be covered in black smoke. The staff members sat slumped in their seats like zombies, without a trace of energy in their bodies.

It’s strange that I have any energy. I’ve been vomiting since this morning and I feel like my stomach has been twisted into a pigtail.

Looking at the employee meals on the table in front of them, there were four words written in everyone's eyes - no desire, no demand.

“…”

I can't eat, I absolutely can't eat, no appetite at all.

suddenly.

Two people walked in from the lounge door.

They were the accompanying PD and photographer from Group A, each of them holding a solid-colored lunch box in their hands.

Everyone looked at it carefully——

Isn’t this the assorted lunch box that the guests in Group A are selling today? ! !

In an instant, everyone seemed to be triggered by some very unpleasant memories. They covered their mouths and stomachs and started to yue again.

(End of this chapter)