Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

8 PM.

The storm on the internet has been brewing for a long time.

Nanfeng has officially deployed its professional online troll team.

They were like well-trained machines, instantly sweeping across major online literature forums and novel recommendation communities.

The goal was very clear: to completely destroy the reputation of "A Small Shop by the Clouds".

Several influential accounts in the industry simultaneously published lengthy book reviews.

The headline is extremely sensational.

"Let's take a closer look at how a certain new book makes money by selling anxiety."

The suffering of the underprivileged is not a tool for you to use to grab attention.

These articles are taking things out of context blatantly.

The book criticizes Xu Qing's description of the simple life in Yunbian Town as utterly worthless.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of pseudonyms claiming to be "objective music critics" and "ten-year bookworms" flooded into the Endless Literature Network.

The book review section for "There's a Small Shop by the Clouds" was instantly flooded with comments.

One-star reviews are flooding the page at a rate of ten per second.

"What kind of garbage is this? After reading it for so long, all I can see is descriptions of a poor and miserable life."

"Is the author mentally ill? All he does is write this kind of depressing stuff."

"That grandmother named Wang Yingying is a complete feudal dreg! She forced her grandson to take the Tsinghua University entrance exam, why doesn't she take it herself?"

"Exactly, Liu Shisan is a typical example of negative energy. He's selfish and always thinking about escaping his family of origin."

"How did this poisonous plant even pass the censorship?"

It originally had a rating as high as 8.5.

Within just half an hour, it was boosted to 5.8 points.

The entire comment section turned into a massive online harassment event.

It was all vile insults and personal attacks.

Occasionally, a few readers who truly got into the story would try to speak up for it.

As soon as I posted "Actually, it's quite realistic," I was instantly attacked by hundreds of online trolls until my account was deleted.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Nanfeng, a platinum-level author on Xingyao Chinese Network, updated a chapter in his new book, "Warm Sunflower".

He wrote a heartfelt comment in his review.

"The existence of literature is to bring hope to readers."

"We shouldn't just focus on the mud beneath our feet, but also look up at the sun in the sky."

"Some authors indulge in depicting the dark side of human nature and the cruelty of reality, which is a morbid view of literature."

"Everyone should go and see the real sunshine and feel the warmth of this world."

"I hope everyone can find healing power in 'Sunflower'."

At the end of the chapter, he also very "thoughtfully" included a direct link to his new book.

This move is the epitome of being a green tea b*tch.

They climb to power by stepping on the corpses of others, and then pretend to be a righteous and compassionate person.

Nanfeng's fans went absolutely wild.

"Nanfeng is right!"

"Resist harmful and toxic content, support positive energy!"

The editorial department of Zhongyan Literature Network is in complete chaos right now.

Editor-in-Chief Lao Hei was so anxious when he saw the plummeting data in the backend that he started scratching his head.

The website has just begun to build a reputation.

Now, thanks to Xingyao's actions, many casual readers who are unaware of the facts have been turned away.

"These online trolls are too powerful; they're practically crashing the servers," someone from the tech department shouted from the side.

Old Hei picked up his phone and dialed Xu Qing's number.

After two beeps, the call was connected.

A series of crisp "click-clack" sounds came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, have you gone online yet?" Old Hei's voice was very anxious.

In the basement.

Xu Qing was sitting with his legs crossed in front of the broken wooden table.

He's now holding a pair of scissors, slowly and methodically cutting open the crab shell.

"What are you looking at?" Xu Qing asked, stuffing a piece of plump crab meat into his mouth.

"The book review section! It's been completely flooded with paid trolls!"

Old Hei was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh.

"Nanfeng has hired hundreds of thousands of online trolls, and now the entire internet is attacking 'Yunbian'."

"They say what you wrote is feudal dross, and that Liu Shisan is negative energy."

"The rating has dropped below 5 points!"

"Should we issue a separate statement to clarify? Or should the website pay to control the comments section?"

After listening, Xu Qing spat a piece of broken crab shell into the trash can.

He wiped his hands with a tissue.

"What are you trying to control?" Xu Qing's tone was very calm, and he didn't even raise his voice.

"But if this continues, the book's reputation will be completely ruined!"

"That's because they're brainless." Xu Qing tore off a piece of toilet paper to wipe her mouth.

"Listen to me, Old Black."

"Don't pay attention to those online trolls, and don't waste money buying trending topics."

"Whether a book is good or not, you'll know by who's crying at the end."

Old Hei was stunned on the other end of the phone.

He's been an editor for so many years and has never seen such a calm author.

While others are being tormented by online trolls, this guy is still enjoying a late-night snack.

"But my emotions are so intense..."

"I'm hanging up, I need to get back to writing." Xu Qing abruptly ended the call.

I just put my phone down.

In my mind, the system's notification sounds rang out incessantly.

【Ding! 】

[Emergency Mission Triggered: Counterattack Against Cyber ​​Mobs.]

[The host is being subjected to widespread injustice.]

The system has prepared a 'God-Level Public Opinion Reversal Card' for you.

[Using this card, you can instantly uncover the bank transfer records of Nanfeng's hired online trolls and expose them to the entire internet.]

【Should we use it immediately?】

The system's blue holographic panel flickered in front of Xu Qing's eyes.

There is a huge "Yes" on it.

Xu Qing didn't even look at it, and directly raised her hand and pointed to the "No" sign next to it.

[Host! Have you gone mad?]

If you don't fight back now, all your hard work will be completely wasted!

Xu Qing stood up and went to the sink to wash her hands.

"You broken machine, what do you know about literature?"

"The so-called warmth that Nanfeng creates through marketing is like the musty smell in this basement; it dissipates as soon as the wind blows."

"He wrote about a rich kid driving a supercar to help the poor, throwing down a couple of banknotes, and calling that salvation?"

"This kind of trash suspended in mid-air has no impact on people's hearts."

Xu Qing dried her hands with a towel and walked back to the computer to sit down.

"Liu Shisan is indeed selfish and stubborn."

"But the sentence he wrote in his fifth-grade essay, 'I searched and searched, and found the most perfect mother,' is truly from the bottom of his heart."

"This kind of obsession is something that Nanfeng and his group could never write in their next life."

The system was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

The panel flickered twice and then disappeared silently.

Xu Qing opened the document.

The online world outside is in complete chaos.

His basement was so quiet that the only sound was the rats gnawing on cardboard boxes.

He placed his hands on the keyboard.

Start updating the next chapter.

In this chapter, he intends to deliver a crushing blow to all readers who thought Liu Shisan would get into a prestigious university.

The sound of keyboards echoed in the small space.

Xu Qing typed the words.

Ten years of hard study.

The test papers that Liu Shisan finished on the tractor.

I spent countless nights without fireflies.

Ultimately, they couldn't overcome the gap in talent.

His dream of attending Tsinghua and Peking University has vanished.

The results of the college entrance examination are out.

It's just an extremely ordinary Jingkou University of Science and Technology.

Xu Qing's writing is extremely realistic in capturing Liu Shisan's bewilderment at the moment he received his admission notice.

There were no desperate cries.

There were no melodramatic scenes like tearing up books or smashing tables.

There was only a long, suffocating silence.

Liu Shisan looked at the thin piece of paper.

He suddenly realized that his desperate attempt to escape had only resulted in a mediocre outcome.

This failure frustrated him.

But this did not dispel his obsession with escaping Yunbian Town.

In his narrow and prejudiced worldview.

Even if it's just going to an ordinary city university, it still means leaving Yunbian Town.

It was also a step closer to fulfilling her mother's expectations.

Xu Qing's typing speed is getting faster and faster.

The tone also became increasingly heavy and solitary.

He wrote about that early morning when the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Liu Shisan packed his bags.

She didn't take a single extra penny from her grandmother, only a few changes of clothes.

He left Yunbian Town without looking back.

Xu Qing shifted her perspective to her grandmother, Wang Yingying.

After Liu Shisan turned around.

Grandma sat under the peach tree in the yard.

The autumn wind rustled the peach tree leaves.

The old man was holding a cigarette.

It did not ignite.

She just stared in the direction her grandson had gone.

From the first light of dawn until the sun sets in the west, we sat there.

Tears mingled with the wrinkles and dirt on his face, slowly sliding down his cheeks.

She clutched the hem of her clothes, muttering to herself.

"You really won't come back, but I'm really getting old."