Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[March 7th: Wanweike even used the formal "you" (formal), isn't that... a bit much?]

[Star: But, not at all! How do you know this isn't what the Japanese want? Think about it, your idol, whom you've been longing for, is right in front of you, but just because you're her brother, you can't shout excitedly like a normal fan, abandoning all reason like a gorilla, letting your mind wander and screaming without restraint. You have to maintain a serious and proper image at all times. Wouldn't that be incredibly frustrating? Especially since the Japanese have been holding back for so many years. Finally, they've got a chance to shed the burden of being her brother and shout like a humble, brainless fan who might never have the chance to experience anything like their idol in their lifetime. Could you resist?]

March 7th: Uh...

That does sound a bit tragic, doesn't it? And I'm definitely getting impatient.

But how do you empathize with this feeling?

[Phantom Image: Absolutely right! Little Raccoon, you really understand! Think back to Wanweike's state at that moment, wasn't his lips trembling when he shouted those words? That's the struggle of casting aside shame when something you've always longed for is finally within reach! Everyone, think about it, really think about it!]

[Fireworks: I understand. It's like a masochist who's been hiding their masochism their whole life, finally being trampled underfoot by a goddess—that contradictory feeling of joy and surprise, reluctant to abandon their normal identity but also genuinely overjoyed?]

[March 7th: What kind of thunderous metaphor is this?!]

[Xi Lian: What an exquisitely beautiful emotion! It's truly a romantic story unlike any other!♪]

[Xia Die: Thanks to everyone here, I was able to truly grasp the meaning and further improve my creations.]

[Blue Sparrow: Sunday, how awful...]

It's one thing for this to be exposed... but it seems like this isn't something that can be easily let go of!

However, after being dissected and analyzed by these individuals with their "skillful hands," it is indeed a profound and terrifying darkness, so immense that it is no exaggeration to say that it is an unbearable burden for human beings!

Even with his magnanimity, he couldn't simply laugh it off; someone as meticulous as Sunday...

Is he still alive?

……

Kill me!

On Sunday, her face was contorted like never before, her whole body flushed red like a shrimp. She threw herself on the bed, curled up in a ball, and dared not listen to or look at the outside world anymore.

What order of the Great Unity, what creation of destiny—his mind was completely filled with immense shame, and all those grand ambitions were squeezed to the edge and disappeared from his sight for a moment.

The company's demise came too quickly, and it was excruciatingly painful...

But it's not over yet.

[Star: What about the second part?! Ahem...]

She imitated Wanweike's mannerisms, describing them vividly and expressively.

[Star: Although I can't attend every concert, I at least watch the recordings. I love every single one of your songs—I really want to tell the whole world! Everyone, did you hear that? This is Old Ri's truest attitude towards his sister. He actually... disguised himself and sneaked into Robin's concerts! And he never missed a single one, never tired of listening to them, and even if he missed one, he would secretly catch up on it in a quiet little room. That's what you call a die-hard fan!]

Xing felt her thoughts were flowing like a spring, with inexhaustible inspiration. Even as she spoke animatedly, she didn't feel tired at all.

[Star: He even wanted to tell the whole world about it! @Sunday, how's that, old man? Your wish came true, aren't you happy? Unexpected, right?]

She did not respond on Sunday.

[Gold dust: Tsk tsk, how cruel.]

Happy? If it were him, he'd probably want to rip his heart apart right now. For someone to overanalyze his words so meticulously, Sunday is worse than being struck by lightning.

[Fireworks: Hehehe, Little Gray, you're a genius. I can already picture it: Sunday, wearing a mask, big sunglasses, and the biggest robin's head support T-shirt, yelling and waving his light stick wildly, while the other hardcore fans around him are too scared to get close, hiss... Oh ho ho ho~~]

[March 7th: Or... what if, after working late into the night, she dismisses the patriarch's secretary and bodyguards, and amidst her subordinates' puzzled expressions or "the patriarch is really overworking," she rushes into a soundproof room, blasts the music at full volume, and sobs uncontrollably while listening?]

[Visible image: Hmm~~!]

[Xi Lian: Hmph hmph hmph...]

[Xia Die: I've noted it down.]

[Star: Congratulations, March! You've successfully joined our ranks of the fun-loving people!]

[March 7th: Ah, ah? Is that so?]

[Qingque: Why do I have a feeling her life is over?]

She didn't know if her life was over or not, but she was destined to never be able to hold her head up again! Sunday was filled with despair.

"Master, Master? Are you alright?" The subordinate knocked on the door anxiously.

Just now, the patriarch, pale as a ghost, got up like a zombie, trembled all over, and ran into the bedroom, then there was no sound from him.

He...he won't be so devastated that he'd want to take his own life, will he?

I heard a loud knocking on the door.

On Sunday, I almost cried out in my heart: Please let me have a moment of peace, or just pretend I'm dead.

He pressed his head under the pillow, and the sounds from the group chat were like unimaginable torture.

He had been wanting to recruit someone for a long time, but he had no idea what to recruit.

It's not that he lacked resolve; the future was simply too bleak.

To escape reality, he had to deceive himself, hoping for a point similar to a "confession" that would immediately remove the punishment once it was triggered.

[Robin: Is my brother alright...?]

This time, even she didn't know how to comfort her.

[Xing: Don't worry, just let him have some peace and quiet. Once he gets through this, he'll be like me, calm and collected no matter what storms he faces, as if a gentle breeze were blowing, unfazed even if the world were to collapse before him!]

[March 7th: Hmm... Looking back on everything that's happened, I really don't know whose experience was worse.]

[Walter: Ahem, everyone, let's focus on what's on the screen.]

He was afraid that the persecution on Sunday would be too severe and that someone might take a drastic step, so he quickly came out to smooth things over.

In the light screen, Wanweike's upright posture couldn't be maintained for long before he relaxed. With a Sunday-like face, he said in his characteristic nonchalant tone, "Ugh, I really hate this face. It's so expressionless."

On Sunday, Walter's face was stern as he looked back and forth between the two men, carefully comparing their differences.

Before long, he finally understood what that strange feeling hidden in his heart was.

"I see, that's why your appearance has always been somewhat subtle."

"Since we reunited, the celestial halo symbolizing harmony has never appeared above your head."