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The popularity score in the upper right corner of the screen has surpassed four million.

The screen was filled with a barrage of comments scrolling wildly.

Fan slumped into the black gaming chair.

His hands hung down at his sides.

The lingering notes of the ending theme song still echoed from the computer speakers.

[You're dressed as a woman! Stop playing dead!]

Where's the pure love and war god story we were promised? Where's the epic, action-packed romance we were promised?!

[Give me back my dear sister Hill! You old scoundrel Su, you've got to pay with your life!]

Fan felt his throat was dry.

He swallowed hard and reached for the water glass on the table.

However, due to his fingers trembling violently, the glass overturned and fell to the ground.

Warm water flowed into the gaps of the mechanical keyboard, producing intermittent electrical hum.

A full five minutes passed.

He was like an empty shell without a soul, motionless.

"What's this...?"

Fan Ge straightened up.

He swung his fist and slammed it heavily onto the solid wood table!

The wooden planks made a dull thud.

"Su Bai! You have no heart!"

The roar tore through his throat, the cracking sound carrying into the microphone.

Fan Ge grabbed his messy hair with both hands, tears and snot sliding down his chin.

"Hill is so gentle!"

"She would hold the male lead in the middle of the night, whispering comforting words to him!"

He pounded his chest and gasped for breath, tearing open his collar.

"You can kill them off, but can't you at least leave them with a complete corpse?"

Fan grabbed the mouse from the table and slammed it against the corner of the wall.

The plastic casing broke into seven or eight pieces.

"Cut it in half! Devour it alive!"

"Not even a crumb was left!"

The roar echoed throughout the live stream.

Fan Ge tapped the paused animation screen and pointed to the clip featuring the short-haired girl.

"That crazy woman named Seryu!"

"Spits firearms from its mouth, and keeps a freakish, mutant dog!"

He stared wide-eyed, his bloodshot eyes spitting onto the screen.

"From now on, I'll avoid any anime character with orange hair!"

It lasted a full half hour.

Fan didn't drink a drop of water.

He criticized everything from the plot to the characters' development, without repeating a single word.

Four million viewers did not leave the live stream.

Everyone was venting their emotions by typing on their keyboards amidst his curses.

By the end of his tirade, Fan Ge's voice had gone hoarse.

He slumped in his chair, pulled out a tissue, and hastily wiped away the tears on his face.

"Fine, I admit defeat."

He kicked the swivel chair away and stood up straight.

"A bet's a bet, so I'll wear women's clothes."

He turned and walked toward the storage cabinet behind the camera.

Five minutes later, an eyesore appeared on the screen.

Fan Ge, who is 1.85 meters tall, was wearing a purple sleeveless cheongsam.

The clothes were clearly two sizes too small.

The fabric clung tightly to his protruding beer belly, making a sound as if the cloth was about to tear.

He was wearing a cheap purple wig.

The wig is tilted to the right.

A few coarse leg hairs peeked out from the slit of the cheongsam.

Fan Ge was still holding two pieces of cardboard in his hand.

Cardboard was bound together with transparent tape to form the shape of giant scissors.

The number of comments on the screen instantly surged.

My eyes! I'm going blind!

Why must my eyes be punished for the sins committed by that old scoundrel Su!

[The threads on this cheongsam are about to snap!]

Fan Ge sniffed his bright red nose.

He ignored the taunts on the screen and dragged the mouse to open the media player.

The soothing ending theme from the animation played again.

He raised the cardboard scissors and twisted his thick waist.

A burly man twirled in front of the camera, keeping time with the beat.

Tears flew from the corners of my eyes into the air.

The actions were extremely comical.

Yet this scene carries a poignant sense of tragedy.

"Hill's wife..."

Fan turned around and wiped his nose.

"You died a terrible death..."

Countless netizens pressed the screen recording button in front of their computers.

This absurd video quickly went viral on major social media platforms.

At the same time.

The office of Healing Animation Company.

Su Bai closed his eyes, listening to the notification sounds ringing in his mind.

[Depression Value +1000!]

[Depression Value +1500!]

[A single instance of collective emotional outburst has been detected! The depressive level is rising rapidly!]

Su Bai opened his eyes.

He stared at the tablet computer on his desk.

The screen displays the real-time data backend of the animation.

The group of viewers who were furiously insulting him online were frantically clicking the "follow" button.

The number of views has exceeded 200 million.

The comments section was filled with self-hypnotic remarks.

【I don't believe it! There must be a resurrection item!】

This is a test of the protagonist's will! It will definitely be resolved later!

Su Bai looked at the words and laughed out loud.

This group's masochistic potential has been completely unleashed.

As long as the wound is torn in a way that is aesthetically pleasing.

They would curse while simultaneously indulging in this extreme emotional tug-of-war.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a banging sound coming from outside the door.

Shen Qingyue pushed open the solid wood door.

Her face was deathly pale, and she was clutching a stack of crumpled express delivery receipts in her hand.

The heels tapped rapidly on the floor.

"Old scoundrel Su, the front desk downstairs is down."

Shen Qingyue slammed the receipt onto the edge of her desk.

"Fifteen local deliverymen were blocking the lobby on the first floor."

She pointed out the window and spoke loudly.

"They were all waist-high cardboard boxes, filled entirely with loose razor blades!"

Su Bai raised one eyebrow.

"Have the security guard move the cardboard boxes to the storage room."

He shifted to a more comfortable sitting position.

"Also, get some gloves for the cleaning lady; this batch of razor blades is enough for the company to shave for ten years."

Shen Qingyue's eyes widened, and she placed her hands on the table.

"You still have the nerve to joke around!"

"The entire internet is boycotting our company!"

Her chest heaved violently.

"The official Weibo account was flooded with 300,000 comments, all telling you to commit seppuku as an apology!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the internal landline on the table suddenly rang.

Su Bai extended his finger and pressed the speakerphone button.

The trembling voice of Bilibili's operations director came from the other end of the phone.

"President Su, public opinion can't be contained."

The director's inhalation was clearly audible.

"While investors benefited from this surge in traffic, relevant departments took notice of the massive number of online complaints."

There was a brief pause on the phone.

"The platform has urgently planned a live-streamed interview for the entire network."

The director spoke faster.

"It will be at 8 PM tomorrow night."

"You need to step forward and make a statement to appease the audience."

The director's tone was clearly pleading.

"Even if you just make a promise, I'll guarantee that no one will die in the rest of the story, and that will calm things down."

Su Bai interlaced his fingers.

He stared into Shen Qingyue's hopeful eyes.

Shen Qingyue was also waiting for him to back down, after all, she never wanted to draw these awful things again.

"A live-streamed exclusive interview?"

Su Bai's voice echoed in the spacious office.

He reached out and dragged the tablet computer in front of him.

The screen freezes on the latest episode.

Brand, the eldest brother, dressed in heavy armor, is showing a sunny and cheerful smile to the camera.

"Okay, I'll accept the interview."

Su Bai pressed the Enter key.

He glanced at Brand on the tablet, a cold, calculating glint in his eyes.

This time, he will personally lay out a new bait.

This allows those viewers who have lost their composure to once again place false hopes on this "good brother."