--What's so fun about this? Why are you criticizing it? What he said was perfectly reasonable, okay?
Someone who couldn't stand it spoke up for them, only to be met with a new wave of backlash.
Zhou Zhou browsed under this popular comment. The fan who wrote the comment replied to almost every message, speaking calmly and rationally.
But he kept getting criticized, and it never stopped.
After examining too many electronic products, Fu Hengzhi felt a throbbing pain in his temples. He reached up and pressed them, his brows furrowing slightly, before continuing to reason with the trolls.
From receiving single-digit replies per minute to dozens per minute, Fu Hengzhi spoke so much online for the first time, and it all started with his encouraging comment.
After replying to five or six malicious comments, Fu Hengzhi would go to the private chat interface and block a few of the trolls who were cursing at him.
-Don't Eat Rabbit: Miss, don't pay attention to those trolls QWQ, there are many of them, and their insults are really nasty.
-I don't eat rabbits: And the more you reply, the harsher they'll insult you. I've been there, QWQ.
One comment stood out prominently among the others. Fu Hengzhi recognized the ID; it was one of the few people in the comments who spoke up for Zhou Zhou.
-HZ: Hmm.
Fu Hengzhi ignored the incorrect form of address and simply responded with an "um," seemingly perfunctory, but he did indeed stop replying in the comments section.
Fu Hengzhi glanced at the time. He had finally made it home, but his sleep quality had been poor lately, and he had difficulty falling asleep. He wanted to get some rest as soon as possible.
Just as I was about to turn off my phone, a private chat window for Weibo popped up at the top.
It's still the same fan.
-I don't eat rabbits: QWQ Miss, are you a new fan or a new account? You seem a little unfamiliar.
Judging from the other person's tone and way of chatting, Fu Hengzhi knew without guessing that this was a female fan.
I didn't want to reply and pretended not to see it, but then the other party sent another message.
-Don't Eat Rabbit: Miss, would you like to join our fan group? The group is full of Zhou Zhou's husband's fans QWQ.
Fu Hengzhi: "..."
husband?
He didn't quite understand why Zhou Zhou was still keeping her fan group after announcing her retirement from the entertainment industry.
-HZ: Yes.
Fu Hengzhi glanced up at Zhou Zhou's back as she slumped over her computer desk, then calmly registered a new WeChat account and joined the so-called fan group.
He felt out of place in the group, like a wolf who had wandered into a flock of sheep. Watching his fans chat about topics he didn't understand, he realized for the first time the existence of a generation gap.
Zhou Zhou's female fans are generally quite young.
Fu Hengzhi stared at the back of Zhou Zhou's head, his eyes slightly narrowed, trying to recall what else about Zhou Zhou could attract fans besides his good looks.
Reflecting on the other party's ever-changing attitude and vague statements over the past few days.
Fu Hengzhi: "Hehe."
"Sigh—" Zhou Zhou sighed deeply, and after reading through all the comments from the fan with the ID HZ, he felt a mix of emotions. Suddenly, he heard a cold snort behind him.
“?” Zhou Zhou turned around, tilted his head in confusion, and stared into the other person’s deep eyes.
Before he could even speak, Fu Hengzhi stopped looking at him and stared intently at his phone with a serious expression.
"Are you still working? You must be so busy," Zhou Zhou casually asked, then turned back to continue worrying.
It's often said that idols are responsible for their fans' actions, but what happens when fans are criticized?
"Tsk." Zhou Zhou clicked his tongue. It seemed this was the only way.
Zhou Zhou used this trick frequently when he was writing in his previous life.
Basically, they can all be understood.
Fu Hengzhi set his fan group to "Do Not Disturb" mode, logged out of WeChat, and planned to take one last look at Weibo before going to sleep.
I checked the private messages first, and the first verified profile picture was very eye-catching.
Fu Hengzhi looked up, then looked down and opened the private chat.
Zhou Zhou: I saw your comment, thank you for your encouragement.
Zhou Zhou: I'm so sorry, I feel really bad that you were scolded because of me.
Zhou Zhou: They can criticize me, but they can't criticize my fans.
- Zhou Zhou: Having your comment displayed at the top is too conspicuous, and the number of people criticizing you will only increase.
- Zhou Zhou: So I deleted your comment QAQ.
Fu Hengzhi: "???"
What's the operation?
Fu Hengzhi hurriedly returned to the comments section, but only found a blank page notification.
[Comment has been deleted]
Fu Hengzhi stared silently at the six large characters, looking at them again and again, the veins on his forehead throbbing repeatedly.
"Zhou Zhou!"
Zhou Zhou was about to shut down her computer when the roar behind her jolted her awake. She blinked at Fu Hengzhi and uttered a questioning monosyllabic, "Huh?"
Fu Hengzhi was torn between a surge of rage and his own reason. He lost to reason and ultimately failed to ask, "Why did you delete my comment?"
Having already roared the first time, he could only suppress his anger and, under Zhou Zhou's bewildered gaze, roared the second time in a slightly displeased tone.
Why aren't you asleep yet!
"ha?"
[Author's Note: Zhou Zhou: ???]
Chapter Twenty-One: I Hate Navy Blue Suits
After the roar, the atmosphere took a sharp turn for the worse, leaving a lingering, stiff feeling.
Zhou Zhou had seen Fu Hengzhi angry before, but the man back then was more serious, forceful, and deeply disdainful than he was now.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but Fu Hengzhi's behavior at that moment gave him a sense of awkwardness.
It's like a boyfriend and girlfriend arguing, and halfway through the argument, the woman realizes that it's actually her fault, but she has to keep up the fight because of her pride.
Zhou Zhou, playing the male role, wasn't quite sure and cautiously asked, "Shall I sleep now?"
Fu Hengzhi remained silent for a moment, then took the opportunity offered and hummed in agreement.
Zhou Zhou reluctantly lay down next to Fu Hengzhi. It didn't seem like a big deal, but when he actually tried to sleep, he realized that he was used to being single and couldn't fall asleep with a grown man next to him.
I fell asleep last night only when Fu Hengzhi went to the balcony to make a phone call.
Zhou Zhou, with her back to Fu Heng, dared not move, not even having the courage to turn over. She drifted off to sleep until dawn, and when she opened her eyes again, no one was beside her.
After a quick wash and changing into casual home clothes, Zhou Zhou went downstairs and saw Fu Hengzhi leisurely eating breakfast at the dining table, looking refreshed.
In contrast, Zhou Zhou was not doing so well. Her fatigue was written all over her face, and there were dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating that she had not rested well.
"Good morning." Zhou Zhou sat down at the dining table and ladled himself a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork. Before even picking up the spoon, he started drinking from the bowl.
Aunt Feng handed over half a spoon, observed the two of them, and suddenly realized what was going on. She coughed lightly twice at Fu Hengzhi, who had finished eating and was about to go to the company, and turned her head to Zhou Zhou, who was still holding a bowl of porridge.
Fu Hengzhi instantly understood. Looking at Zhou Zhou, who had just put down her bowl and was still chewing, he slowly said, "I'm going to the company. I won't be back for lunch. I'll be home before 8 p.m.
Hearing what sounded like a report, Zhou Zhou was so shocked that he choked, his face turning red and his eyes filled with tears. He said painfully, "Come back? How am I supposed to sleep?"
Fu Hengzhi assumed the other person's expression and tone were just a result of being rebuffed, and nodded, saying, "I'll be staying at home for the time being."
Watching Fu Hengzhi's figure disappear through the gate, Zhou Zhou collapsed, slumped back in her chair, her eyes lifeless.
Seeing his utterly exhausted state, Aunt Feng gently and tactfully advised, "You two have just been apart for too long, and Hengzhi... can't hold on to things. It will get better with time."
"Ah..." Zhou Zhou's mind was blank due to lack of sleep. Her heart, which had just calmed down, could not be ignited with any spark. She didn't even hear what the other person said, let alone the implied meaning. She only drank a bowl of porridge and dragged her tired body upstairs. She also took a pot of succulents with her at the bottom of the stairs.
I put it on the computer desk back in my room.
Staring at the green sprite, Zhou Zhou forced himself to perk up and clicked on the website to check the book's reception.
It's just so-so, much better than he expected. He has drafts saved up, but he's anxious about getting more views.
With drafts uploaded regularly, Zhou Zhou didn't need to worry about updates; instead, he logged onto Weibo to check his private messages and replies.
He deleted the fan's comment yesterday, and the fan hasn't replied to him yet.
-HZ: Although I find your behavior puzzling, I understand you.
That one sentence was enough to make Zhou Zhou overjoyed.
Look at this, this is what a rational adult looks like.
Long live understanding!
Zhou Zhou glanced at the comments section on Weibo, and after a whole night, the haters still showed no signs of stopping.
Compared to the traffic from my novel, it's like it was produced by a completely different person. Is there any way to swap or overlap the traffic between the two?
Zhou Zhou's eyes lit up as he stared at the comments section filled with insults and grinned. "I have a bold idea."
Is it possible that they're leveraging the original owner's negative popularity to ride the wave of fame?
Perhaps he could update twice a week and write what these people want to read.
Zhou Zhou is incredibly enthusiastic about anything related to money.
Who would turn down money? Besides, riding on the coattails of the original owner's popularity... it's about making money, there's nothing shameful about it.
Zhou Zhou summarized the sources of the haters and his own, or rather, the original owner's, flaws.
Every time the original owner came into contact with a celebrity, that celebrity's fans would come and attack her. Whether it was Ye Qisheng, Wen Luo, or even earlier celebrities, Zhou Zhou cleverly used one word to summarize each of them—
Stanning celebrities.
Ideas are generated and put into practice.
As a rational adult, Fu Hengzhi started a meeting as soon as he arrived at the company. The meeting lasted for more than an hour, and they reviewed several contracts in response to the various issues raised at yesterday's board meeting.
I feel really good today. I don't know why, but I slept really well last night, without any dreams.