I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

While Wu Zheng was making the decision to investigate online trolls in the conference room, Song Yuqi in her hotel room had already reached her limit.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The lights were blindingly bright.

Song Yuqi lay on the bed, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her face.

That face, which was usually always smiling, was now very tense.

She was looking at the comment section of Jiang Che's studio's Weibo account.

"How dare an unknown nobody associate themselves with our Qiqi?"

"That scheming man is exploiting the show's exposure to leech off others; his behavior is truly despicable."

"Besides being decent-looking, what else is this man good at? He's just a singer who uses auto-tuning."

All sorts of vulgar and offensive language were hurled at her eyes.

Song Yuqi became increasingly angry as she watched.

The PR manager was just giving me a lot of instructions on WeChat.

"Yuqi, you absolutely mustn't make a sound. This is clearly an organized online troll campaign stirring up trouble. If you get involved, things will escalate."

"Wait for the production team to handle this, understand?"

What a load of rubbish.

Song Yuqi had liked someone for ten years, and finally waited for him.

Why should we have to listen to these keyboard warriors?

Cut to the larger size.

Create a new Weibo account.

Enter the text: "Liking something is my own business, and it's none of your place to judge me."

Open the photo album.

She directly chose a close-up photo of her collarbone that had been taken just a few days ago.

Under the high-definition lens, the lotus flower on his shoulder and the corgi tattoo named Ggigi were clearly visible, blatantly displayed before everyone's eyes.

Click send.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

After sending the message, she threw her phone onto the blanket and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Insult him? Did you ask for my permission first?"

At the same time.

In the room at the end of the corridor on the third floor, Lu Han was also scrolling through her phone.

He happened to come across Song Yuqi's Weibo post.

"grass."

Lu Han couldn't help but blurt out a curse.

The girl was already taking the bullet for him, even sacrificing her reputation. If he, as her brother, were to play dead, what kind of man would he be?

The phone rang at that moment.

Agent Lao Gao.

"Little Deer, don't be impulsive! Don't get involved in this mess!"

Lu Han turned on speakerphone and threw the phone on the coffee table: "I'm not getting involved? I'm the one who brought Jiang Che into the show, and now he's being criticized like this, am I just going to stand by and watch?"

"That won't work either! The brands are putting pressure on us; anyone who gets involved with Jiang Che right now is going to be in trouble."

"Then let them curse me too."

"Lu Han, are you out of your mind?!" Old Gao's voice rose eight octaves. "Who do you think you are? You think you can stand up to capital?"

"I can't," Lu Han sneered, "but I know he doesn't make a living from this."

He hung up the phone immediately.

I opened my phone's photo album and scrolled through it for a while before finally finding an old video from last winter.

That was a private dinner party in Beijing.

In the video, Jiang Che is wearing a black windbreaker and sitting lazily in the main seat.

On the left is Zhao Mingyuan, the director of Xinghai Music.

On the right is Li Ke, one of China's top producers.

Several bigwigs in the industry, whose every move could shake the world, were raising their glasses to toast Jiang Che one by one.

Zhao Mingyuan grinned from ear to ear in the video: "Master Ci, you'll have to put in a lot more effort for the orders in the second half of the year."

Lu Han imported the video to Weibo.

The caption was just one sentence.

"Does my brother need to freeload?"

send.

In Wuha's WeChat group "Money-Losing Travel Group", a "ding-dong" sound rang.

Deng Chao posted a screenshot of a Weibo post that Lu Han had just made.

Deng Chao: "Even the little deer is on the field, what are we old guys supposed to say?"

Chen He: "These trolls and online trolls are too blatant; they've even dragged our program into their attacks. Do they think we're made of clay?"

Wang Mian: "I just took a look, and our individual supertopics have also been flooded with criticism. Even someone like me with no followers is getting attacked."

Deng Chao: "Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

One minute later, Deng Chao's main Weibo account was updated.

"Brother Jiang Che is a very reliable person. He even saved that pot of poisoned broth for me today. Anyone who says he has a script should first ask my swollen lips if they agree."

Next up was Chen He.

"No script, no freeloading. Someone just finds it troublesome and doesn't want to work. That personality is just like mine. If you want to yell at me, come at me. I'll just lie here and listen."

Wang Mian followed.

"Brother Jiang carried my bag the whole way today; he's a really nice guy. Please be rational and don't criticize the tour guide; tour guides are very vulnerable."

The three veteran members who have been stationed there for a long time spoke out one after another.

The entire Weibo account exploded.

4:30 a.m.

Jiang Che was fast asleep.

"Bang bang bang!"

The door was smashed with a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, my phone started vibrating incessantly beside my pillow.

Jiang Che frowned and turned over.

Who came to demolish the house in the middle of the night?

He threw back the covers, grabbed a handful of his messy hair, and shuffled over in his hotel white slippers.

Who is it?

"It's me! Open the door!" Lu Han's voice called from outside the door.

Open the door.

Lu Han stormed in, her anger palpable, holding a cell phone in her hand.

"You still have the mind to sleep?!"

Jiang Che yawned, turned around and walked back: "Why wouldn't I sleep? Get up in the middle of the night to play the clapper for you?"

"Do you even know what's going on online right now?!" Lu Han paced anxiously in her room.

"What's going on? Did the sky fall?" Jiang Che walked to the sofa, poured himself a glass of cold water and drank it down, which made his dry throat feel a little better.

"It's more outrageous than the sky falling down!" Lu Han rushed over and shoved her phone in front of him.

Jiang Che didn't look at his phone, and turned to get his own phone from the bedside table.

The screen lit up.

The screen is full of unread messages.

The top message was sent by Song Yuqi.

"Don't read the comments online, just get some sleep."

Jiang Che stared at the line of text, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

His temper really hasn't changed at all.

Back in high school, if someone angered me, I would smash the table with a book. Now, I'm speaking out on the entire internet.

He opened the chat box and slowly began to type.

"I'm fine. What's wrong with you? Aren't you afraid your manager will beat you up?"

They replied instantly.

"So be it. At worst, I'll retire from the industry and go home to live off my parents."

Jiang Che laughed out loud.

He replied, "Go to sleep early, we have to record a show tomorrow."

Exit and scroll down.

Zhao Mingyuan sent three voice messages, the gist of which was that Xinghai Music's legal department was ready to sue the accounts spreading rumors on his behalf at any time.

Several producers, including Li Ke, who were old acquaintances, also sent messages asking if they needed help speaking out.

Jiang Che replied to each of them with "Thanks, it's nothing."

Lu Han stood beside him, watching him slowly reply to messages, his hair almost falling out from scratching.

"Dude! Can you please check the trending topics?"

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Che threw his phone back on the table.

"You were attacked online for half the night, and then a few of us couldn't resist speaking up for you!"

Jiang Che looked up at him.

"What did you do?"

"I sent you the video of you having dinner with Lao Zhao and the others last year." Lu Han said with her hands on her hips, speaking with a straight face.

"Deng Ge and the others also posted on Weibo to support you. And Song Yuqi, she directly confronted the haters!"

Jiang Che paused for two seconds.

He picked up his phone again and opened Weibo.

The trending topics list has completely changed.

The first five are all red "explosive".

#Song Yuqi confronts haters#

#LuHanVideos#

#All Five Haas Support Jiang Che#

#Jiang Che's Industry Status#

He clicked on Song Yuqi's Weibo post and saw the high-definition picture of the tattoo, along with that extremely aggressive statement.

I clicked on Lu Han's video again, and the comment section below had been taken over by fans and casual viewers.

"Holy crap! Is that Zhao Banbi on the left? And that's Li Ke, the ace producer, on the right?"

"This is supposed to be a behind-the-scenes amateur? This guy's more like a princeling of Beijing's music scene!"

"Who dares to say he's just riding the coattails of someone else's popularity? One song he wrote could feed other celebrities for a lifetime!"

Jiang Che stopped swiping the screen.

"You're being too impulsive."

Jiang Che leaned back on the sofa, but there was little blame in his tone.

"If I don't act impulsively, you'll be trampled underfoot!"

Lu Han pulled up a chair and sat down. "What are you planning to do now? Should we issue a statement too?"

Jiang Che shook his head.

"Not issuing it."

Why?

Jiang Che looked at the messages on his phone screen, all of which were in support of him.

Whether it's a ten-year unrequited love, a four-year brotherhood, or even the older brothers I just met today.

In this muddy water, they all jumped down to protect him, disregarding the mud they were covered in.

He locked his phone screen and looked up at Lu Han.

"Statements are useless; evidence is."

Lu Han was stunned: "Evidence? What other evidence do you have?"

Jiang Che did not answer.

The phone vibrated again at that moment.

A new message popped up; it wasn't Weibo, but an internal news notification.

Immediately afterwards, a new trending topic appeared at the top of the list, followed by a purple "New" tag.

It's an official blue verified account.

Jiang Che glanced at the name, then turned his phone around so the screen faced Lu Han.

"Look."

"They're here."