They hired a large number of online trolls to flood his songs with comments, and then created a sickly persona to appeal to the public.
Faced with this baseless and malicious speculation, many netizens simply wouldn't tolerate it.
"Hey kid, did I become a paid troll? You love contradicting others so much, you're desperate for clicks, aren't you?"
"Dude, before you say all this, have you even listened to those two songs? With that kind of quality, do you really need to hire online trolls?"
"Even if everything you said is true, so what? What's wrong with this song? Is it plagiarized or what? It's a completely original work, and you're calling it that?"
"You've made the classic clown ugly."
"What we're saying is, if you can sing songs of this quality, you can hype yourself up however you want, and we'll all be happy to support you. If you can't do it, then don't jump out and make yourself look like you have a low IQ."
"The poet holds it."
It has to be said that everyone's fighting power is incredibly high these days.
Under their combined attack, the blogger deleted the video and canceled his account overnight.
This is a situation where, if no other point of attack can be found, an attack point must be created out of necessity.
The song is fine, the lyrics are very positive, and the singer hasn't had any major scandals exposed so far, so how can you criticize him?
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Night falls in the living room.
Mr. Wen lay on his side on the sofa, scrolling through a novel on his phone.
Wen's mother sat on the sofa, with the sound of a TV drama playing from her phone.
Wen Ze stared at the TV in the living room, which was playing a live video of a gaming blogger.
Only Wen He was in the kitchen cleaning up the mess after the meal.
His role at home is that of a fairly all-around nanny.
Mopping, sweeping, washing clothes, cooking, tidying up the house, washing dishes...
Basically, all the housework that can be thought of falls to Wen He.
After tidying everything up, Wen He returned to her small room.
His room was only 5 square meters, about the size of a bathroom in a normal room, or even smaller.
Once a bed is placed inside, there's basically no space left.
Not to mention things like ventilation and lighting.
Even at midday, his room remained completely dark.
In my parents' words, as long as I can sleep, that's fine.
Their house has two bedrooms and a living room. The master bedroom belongs to the parents, while the second bedroom belonged to Wen He before Wen Ze lived there.
But as Wenze grew older, he found Wenhe's coughing noisy and didn't want to share a room with her.
Therefore, the bunk bed solution was naturally abandoned.
The second bedroom naturally belongs exclusively to Wenze.
Wen He's room is a small area partitioned off from the living room.
It's terribly cold in winter and incredibly hot and humid in summer.
But Wen He still liked his room very much; at least here, he could get a moment's respite.
"mom……"
Wen He's room door was pushed open without warning, and Wen's mother was standing in the doorway.
“I used my connections to find a factory that would hire you,” Wen’s mother said bluntly.
Wen He was stunned for a moment, then her expression suddenly became flustered: "Mom, I don't want to go to the factory."
"Of course you don't want to go to the factory. Working outside is too tiring. It's much more comfortable to stay at home, wash a few dishes, and surf the Internet when you have nothing to do."
Wen He was at a loss for words when faced with his mother's sarcastic remarks, and could only lower his head as if resigned to his fate.
"Don't be ungrateful. I gave you gifts because you were willing to marry him. You're an adult, still living at home like a parasite and sponging off your parents. We're ashamed, even if you aren't."
Wen He's silence wasn't seen as acceptance, but rather as a sign of inner resistance; otherwise, she should have agreed immediately.
Therefore, she pressed her advantage and continued to destroy Wen He's personality.
"Cough...cough cough cough!"
"Mom, if I can make money through live streaming, will I no longer have to work in the factory?" Wen He asked cautiously.
"Make money? You've been streaming for six months and how much have you made? Not even enough to cover your electricity bill. You expect to make money from streaming?"
"What if..."
"If you can earn three or four thousand a month with that, then of course you don't have to work in the factory."
"If I can earn more money, can I take a small portion out for myself..." Wen He's voice grew softer and softer, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Mortgage payments are free! Utilities are free! Food is free! Your brother's tuition is free! Raising you is free! Medical treatment is free!"
"I'm sorry," Wen He said.
"All you ever think about is nonsense. Let's see how much you can earn this month. If you can't even earn two thousand yuan, you're going to work in a factory right now, no questions asked!"
After saying this, Wen's mother slammed the door and left.
Wen He lowered her head, her small body trembling slightly.
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