He then explained his past exploits for fun, like joining professional troll groups, to Wen Zhiyan.
I Am The Coolest: Compared to professional trolls, professional haters are even more terrifying. Professional trolls might still consider the law or something; at best, they help celebrities control comments and fake data. Professional haters are different. As long as they're paid, they'll attack anyone. Some advanced ones can verbally abuse you without using a single dirty word.
He saw a professional hater in the group bragging about how many fans they'd made cry, claiming they could curse the entire planet with their mouth.
. : Is no one managing this?
I Am The Coolest: Are you an ancient relic? Those professional haters are pretty good with their computers, some even using foreign IPs. How could they be easily managed? Based on this situation, your idol is being attacked by at least four groups of professional haters.
Looking at the text on his phone, Wen Zhiyan felt like he was facing a difficult math problem.
Shen Jiani and Fang Yan Huan together were only two forces. How did four types of professional haters suddenly appear?
I Am The Coolest: But don't worry. I see your idol's words are full of conviction. 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 also like Miao Miao?
I Am The Coolest: I didn't before, but after she appeared on a reality show, I developed a good impression of her.
She's not pretentious. She gives off a vibe of not competing for anything, even seeming to slack off and be carefree. The more I watch, the more comfortable it feels. Why didn't I realize Fang Miao Miao was so attractive before?
. : She's mine.
I Am The Coolest: You have such unpleasant things to say. You definitely don't have a girlfriend in real life. Hmph. After I was so enthusiastic explaining all this to you, goodbye. I'll never see you again.
Wen Zhiyan also put down his phone and pushed his wheelchair to Wen Yan'an's room.
Wen Yan'an was reading a book and immediately turned his head upon hearing the sound.
Seeing it was his father, the joy in his eyes instantly vanished.
Seeing this, Wen Zhiyan felt a faint sting: "You don't seem happy to see me?"
"No."
It was just that he didn't see the same joy as when he saw his mother.
"Shall we talk?"
"Dad, I haven't finished my tasks for today."
He wanted to finish his tasks early so he could watch his mother's live stream tonight and cheer her on.
Hmph, those people are so mean and foul-mouthed. When he grows up, he'll definitely acquire these companies and stop these people from speaking carelessly at the root.
Wen Zhiyan saw the homework on his desk and said with understanding, "Are you planning to watch the live stream tonight?"
"Those people are bad. I'm afraid Mom won't be able to handle them."
Silly child, with your mother's current personality, a hundred haters might not be her match.
"Do you need anything else?" Wen Yan'an asked politely, seeing he wasn't leaving.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
Wen Yan'an shook his head, his gaze not on Wen Zhiyan at all.
"Wen Yan'an, you're turning six soon. Shouldn't you be going to elementary school?"
Previously, given his disposition, he had hired a private tutor. But eventually, the child would grow up and integrate into society. He couldn't hire tutors forever, with the child spending his whole life indoors, never going out.
"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, then decisively grabbed 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, he now had a protector and ran to that protector when dissatisfied.
This angered him so much 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 one standing at the door, holding his book and pillow, looking at her with a pitiful expression. She raised an eyebrow and asked.
"I missed you," Wen Yan'an said sweetly to Fang Miao Miao. "I thought I could last until you finished your own things before coming to find you."
His mouth, why had it suddenly become so sweet?
"Mom, I promise I won't bother you. Just let me stay by your side, okay?"
His weak and helpless appearance evoked a desire to cherish him.
Fang Miao Miao was no exception. She beckoned Wen Yan'an over, signaling him to sit next to her: "Okay, then sit next to me."
"Thank you, Mom."
Having received permission, Wen Yan'an's eyes immediately lit up. He placed the pillow on the nearby bed and then sat beaming next to Fang Miao Miao, promising her, "I definitely won't disturb you."
Fang Miao Miao's bedroom door was not fully closed. Wen Zhiyan looked through the gap at the two of them on the small sofa inside, engrossed in their own affairs, and felt no desire to move.
If possible, he wished he could just keep watching like this, until the end of time.
After dinner, it was already 6:30 PM.
Fang Miao Miao put on a loose-fitting coat to cover her injured wrist before starting the live stream.
She initially thought not many people would tune in, but to her surprise, a large number of viewers flooded in as soon as she started.
She had done live streams when promoting her dramas in her previous life, and it only took a short while to get everything set up.
"Wow, so many people," Fang Miao Miao was almost startled to see hundreds of thousands of viewers. "How did you all get here so fast? Have you eaten?"
Looking at the smiling face asking if they had eaten, some people surprisingly didn't lash out.
You don't hit someone who's smiling at you.
[Yes, I have.]
[Yes, I have. Why did you start streaming early? I almost missed the good show.]
Fang Miao Miao looked at the bullet comments, unable to help but laugh and cry. "Don't worry, it's 7 o'clock as promised, I won't break my word. I just came on early to figure out how to use this."
[Miao Miao, I believe you. You'll definitely prove your innocence.]
Fang Miao Miao's heart warmed: "Thank you for your liking. I will prove it. When the time comes, we'll bid farewell to the past and embrace a beautiful future together, okay?"
[Okay.]
[Okay, let's embrace new beginnings together. Miao Miao, keep going. We'll keep going together.]
"Hehe," Fang Miao Miao gave a silly laugh. "It seems I not only have haters, but also loyal fans. Thank you for always believing in me. It's still early, why don't we chat for a bit?"
[Okay, Miao Miao, when is the third episode of your variety show? My mom especially likes watching your live streams and has been asking about it for days.]
"Thank you for your mother's liking, but 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 fostered in the live stream room.