SY - 51

[The code is too thin, I recognized Song Zhi at a glance. Honestly, none of them in that group have a good temper, just look at Zhang Fanfan.] [Did Zhang Fanfan kill your whole family? What does this post have to do with her?] [Turning from a passerby to a hater. Hope a certain someone doesn’t get too arrogant.] [Pushing fans? Deserves to be obscure!] [When will the princess-syndrome actress retire from entertainment and go home to be a little princess in peace?] [Isn’t this person a famous proxy photographer in the industry? When did they become a fan?] [I was there, and it was the proxy photographer who was acting like a diva. Not only did she forcefully demand someone take off their sunglasses, but she also cursed the assistant as a sissy, and then shamelessly slandered the artist. It’s truly disgusting and without limits.] [Are there rich maggots in this thread? Are you so eager to fawn over the rich lady’s stinky feet because you want her to arrange jobs for you in her business empire?] [Of course, those who go to the airport to pick people up are all fans, well, except for a few proxy photographers.] [I’m a fan of Ji Song, and I was also there to pick him up. I witnessed the whole thing. That proxy photographer indeed spoke harshly and cursed people. Song Zhi only asked her to apologize to the assistant and did not push or curse at anyone as described in the post.]

The comments were completely polarized, with both curses and clarifications.

But the hateful comments were all highly upvoted and pushed to the very top. Xia Wanyue saw the number of likes and knew there must be rivals involved.

It was clear they wanted to use this to bring down Song Zhi.

If she rose up with this movie, she would basically be a quasi-first-tier celebrity, naturally becoming a competitor to many female stars of her age.

The movie hadn’t even aired yet, and they were already so eager to prevent her success.

A large number of people even went to He Hanyang’s Weibo to comment.

He had just finished a match and saw the hot search after getting his phone from the coach.

Almost half of the comments were advising him to stay away from Song Zhi.

[Besides being good-looking, what about Song Zhi makes you so obsessed with her???? I am utterly confused.] [Just the essence of a looks-obsessed dog + simp.] [He Hanyang!!!! Do you have a brain, for f*’s sake??? I’m really afraid you’ll be tricked by that green tea bitch.]** [You should change idols. That bitch Song Zhi doesn’t deserve it.]

The comment that pushed the topic to its peak was He Hanyang’s reply.

[She doesn’t deserve it, but you do, for f*’s sake? You idiot.]**

Suddenly, that group of internet users, who were dressed up as passers-by but were not even sure if they were fans, started proclaiming that they were unfollowing.

They even dedicated some of their energy to bashing He Hanyang while also bashing Song Zhi.

Jiang Fan slammed the iPad in front of him: “What the hell are you doing?”

Jiang Fan was the team manager for AOI.

He was referring to He Hanyang’s reply to the haters.

He Hanyang’s expression was calm: “Cursing.”

The manager laughed in anger: “Of course I know you’re cursing! I just told you a few days ago that the higher-ups already have objections about you, and to behave yourself recently. And now you pull this stunt?”

There are many good gamers. What they need are good gamers who are also obedient.

He Hanyang had too much instability; he was casual and undisciplined, clearly not meeting their requirements.

He didn’t take advertisements or endorsements. He could clearly be a cash cow that would drop gold with a shake, yet he simply wasn’t interested.

He also didn’t know how to cater to fans, doing everything according to his own mood.

Jiang Fan had been managing He Hanyang since he entered the youth training camp. In Jiang Fan’s eyes, he was just a half-grown child.

From sixteen to twenty, in these four years, he led the team to countless championships and made the name AOI known worldwide.

But if his e-sports career were ruined because of an actress, it simply wouldn’t be worth it.

He earnestly tried to persuade him.

He Hanyang, however, didn’t care: “They wanted to kick me out of the team anyway. This incident is just a fuse to speed things up.”

Though he spoke little, it didn’t mean he was stupid.

How could he not see something so obvious?

After this competition, he would probably be leaving AOI.

It didn’t matter. Where wouldn’t he play?

“Delete the comment. At least I’ll have some face left to try and fight for you.”

He Hanyang said indifferently: “Then just kick me off the team now.”

He received a lot of attention when he first entered the youth training camp because of his higher-than-average talent.

Coupled with his superior looks, if he were packaged well, his popularity could at least multiply several times over.

But he simply didn’t care.

He truly didn’t care. Jiang Fan had managed him for so long and understood his personality thoroughly.

He was too unmotivated and desireless.

But such a personality couldn’t survive in this profit-driven society.

Jiang Fan fought for a long time, wanting to keep He Hanyang.

But now, he truly had no choice. Even He Hanyang himself didn’t care about staying or leaving.

He truly didn’t know what else in this world could make He Hanyang care.

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To prevent Song Zhi’s “princess” temper from getting on Weibo and engaging in a verbal spat with people, Xia Wanyue took away her Weibo account.

All the buzz and developments on it were shared with her by Tang Xiaoyan.

[Tang Xiaoyan: OMG OMG OMG, He Hanyang actually stepped in to speak up for you!!!]

Below was a screenshot of his comment, where he replied to the anti-fan.

[Tang Xiaoyan: Too handsome, too handsome! Anyway, you’ve already dumped Jiang Yanzhou, so why not just get together with our Snipe God?] [Song Zhi: In my eyes, he’s no different from my brother. I don’t have that kind of weird fetish for young kids.] [Tang Xiaoyan: Our Snipe God isn’t young! He can still compare sizes with Jiang Yanzhou, okay??] [Song Zhi: ......]

The conversation inexplicably started veering towards the explicit.

Regardless, Song Zhi felt she still needed to thank He Hanyang for standing by her at such a time.

Originally, she wanted to call to thank him, but then she hesitated for some reason and finally opted to send a WeChat message instead.

[Song Zhi: I saw your Weibo. Thank you~ But you don’t need to argue with those netizens for me; it’s not worth it.]

The message input indicator at the top of the chat box remained visible, showing input for about ten minutes.

[He Hanyang: No problem.]

Song Zhi nodded. Just as she was about to lock her phone screen, she saw the message input indicator at the top again.

She waited quietly for a while, but no message came through, so she didn’t bother anymore.

Xia Wanyue was busy suppressing hot searches, while someone else was busy buying them for her.

It was simply a contest between capital.

Clearly, Song Zhi unequivocally lost this battle.

There was nothing to be done; her management company was simply too poor.

Xia Wanyue could only accept her fate, planning to wait for the hype to naturally die down before releasing official statements across all platforms.

Just as she was about to give up, the hot search about Song Zhi pushing a fan plummeted at a visible speed, finally disappearing completely from the hot search list.

Even the Weibo post with nearly 100,000 retweets was gone.

Some netizens even posted a Weibo mocking: [Rich people are amazing, huh? /doge emoji]

Ten minutes later, someone retweeted that Weibo.

[Jiang Yanzhou: Yes, amazing.]

The Weibo verification read: CEO of Shenhuan Group.