After he finished speaking, he regaled Wen Zhiyan with his past escapades of entering professional troll groups for fun.
The Coolest: Compared to professional cyber armies, professional trolls are more terrifying. Professional cyber armies might still consider legal matters or the like; at most, they'll help celebrities with comments or manipulate data. Professional trolls are different. As long as they're paid, they'll bash anyone. Some advanced ones can curse without using a single vulgar word.
He saw a professional troll in the group bragging about how many fans they had made cry, claiming they could curse the entire planet with their mouth.
. : Is no one handling this?
The Coolest: Are you living in the Stone Age? Those professional trolls have good computer skills. Some even use foreign IP addresses. How can they be easily managed? Judging by this situation, there are at least four forces of professional trolls attacking your idol.
Looking at the words on his phone, Wen Zhiyan felt as if he were facing a difficult exam question.
Shen Jiani and Fang Yan Huan were only two forces, so how did four types of professional trolls suddenly emerge?
The Coolest: However, you don't need to worry. I see that your idol's words are all affirmative. It's likely they have evidence to support their claims. We just need to believe and wait for your idol to prove them wrong.
. : Do you like Miao Miao too?
The Coolest: I didn't before, but after she appeared on a variety show, I developed a certain fondness for her.
She's not pretentious, and she gives off a vibe of not striving for anything, even appearing laid-back and casual. The more I watch her, the more comfortable I feel. I never realized Fang Miao Miao was so attractive before.
. : She's mine.
The Coolest: You have a way of speaking that's really off-putting. You definitely don't have a girlfriend in real life. Humph! After I was so enthusiastic in explaining to you for so long, goodbye! I'll never see you again.
Wen Zhiyan also put down his phone and pushed his wheelchair towards Wen Yan'an's room.
Wen Yan'an was reading and turned his head as soon as he heard the sound.
Seeing that it was his father, the joy in his eyes instantly vanished.
Seeing this, Wen Zhiyan suddenly felt a faint sting of heartache. "You don't seem happy to see me?"
"No."
It's just that he didn't see the same joy he felt when he saw his mother.
"Shall we talk?"
"Dad, I haven't finished my tasks for today."
He wanted to finish his tasks quickly so he could watch his mother's live broadcast that evening and cheer her on.
Hmph, those people are just too mean, their mouths are so foul. When he grows up, he will definitely acquire these companies and stop these people from speaking nonsense from the root.
Wen Zhiyan saw the homework on his desk and understood. "Are you planning to watch the live broadcast tonight?"
"Those people are bad. I'm afraid Mom won't be able to argue with them."
Silly child, with your mother's current disposition, perhaps even a hundred trolls wouldn't be a match for her.
"Is there anything else you need?" Wen Yan'an asked politely, seeing that he wasn't leaving.
"Trying to get rid of me?"
Wen Yan'an shook his head, his gaze not even on Wen Zhiyan.
"Wen Yan'an, speaking of which, you're almost six. Isn't it time for you to start primary school?"
Previously, given his nature, he had hired a tutor. However, the child would eventually grow up and integrate into society. He couldn't keep him at home with a tutor for his entire life, could he?
"I don't want to talk to you right now," Wen Yan'an turned around and said unhappily to Wen Zhiyan. "I need to finish my tasks."
He wanted to be with his mother.
"Wen Yan'an."
Wen Yan'an's body trembled slightly. He bit his lower lip, glanced at Wen Zhiyan, decisively picked up his book and pillow, and slipped out of the room past Wen Zhiyan to find his mother.
Looking at the empty room, Wen Zhiyan didn't know whether to be angry or amused.
Angry, Wen Yan'an stubbornly refused to go to school. Amused, the boy now had a fallback and ran to his fallback whenever he was unhappy.
He was so annoyed that he forgot why he had come to find Wen Yan'an in the first place.
"An'an, why are you here?" Fang Miao Miao was reading comments when she looked up and saw the little boy standing at the door, holding a book and pillow, looking at her pitifully. She raised an eyebrow and asked.
"I missed you," Wen Yan'an said sweetly to Fang Miao Miao. "I thought I could hold out until you finished your work before coming to find you."
His mouth, why had it suddenly become so sweet?
"Mom, I promise I won't disturb you. Please just let me stay by your side, okay?"
His vulnerable and helpless appearance was enough to evoke a desire for affection in anyone.
Fang Miao Miao was no exception. She beckoned Wen Yan'an over and motioned for him to sit beside her. "Okay, then sit beside me."
"Thank you, Mom."
Upon receiving permission, Wen Yan'an's eyes immediately lit up. He placed the pillow on the nearby bed and then sat beside Fang Miao Miao with a smile, promising her, "I definitely won't disturb you."
Fang Miao Miao's bedroom door wasn't fully closed. Wen Zhiyan watched them from the crack in the door, engrossed in their respective tasks on the small sofa. He didn't want to move.
If it were possible, he would watch them like this forever.
After dinner, it was 6:30 PM.
Fang Miao Miao put on a loose-fitting jacket to cover her injured wrist before starting her live broadcast.
She had expected only a few viewers, but to her surprise, a large audience poured in as soon as she went live.
She had done live broadcasts to promote her dramas in her previous life, and she had it all set up in a short time.
"Wow, so many people," Fang Miao Miao was almost startled to see over a hundred thousand viewers. "How did you all get here so quickly? Have you eaten?"
Looking at her smiling face asking if they had eaten, some people, for a rare change, didn't start spewing insults.
You don't hit a smiling face.
【Yes, we have.】
【Yes, we have. Why did you start broadcasting early? I almost missed the good show.】
Fang Miao Miao looked at the bullet comments, torn between laughter and tears. "Don't worry, it's still 7 PM as promised, I'm not breaking my word. I came on early just to figure out how to use this."
【Miao Miao, I believe you. You will definitely prove your innocence.】
Fang Miao Miao's heart warmed. "Thank you for your love. I will prove it. When that time comes, we will leave the past behind and step into a beautiful future, okay?"
【Okay.】
【Okay, let's embrace a new beginning together. Miao Miao, keep it up! We'll all keep it up together.】
"Hehe," Fang Miao Miao giggled foolishly. "It seems I don't just have anti-fans, but also loyal fans! Thank you for always believing in me. It's still early, shall we chat for a bit?"
【Okay, Miao Miao, when is your third variety show episode coming out? My mom especially likes watching your live broadcasts and has been asking about it for days.】
"Thank your mom for her support. However, I don't know when the third episode will start. We'll have to wait for the director's notification. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."
Under Fang Miao Miao's interesting and sincere interaction with her fans, a positive atmosphere was created in the live broadcast room.