The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 26

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At 8:30 in the morning, "Scenery Along the Way" was broadcast on time.

Deng Jinhai sat down in front of his computer with a bucket of pickled mustard-flavored instant noodles. As he ate, he pulled out his phone to check messages in the work group chat.

He was a professional online public relations worker—more commonly known as an internet troll-for-hire.

Recently, their studio received a big order, and several bosses instructed them to deal with the same artist.

The artist's name was Chi Qingzhou. He had just debuted, had no works to his name yet, and didn't even seem to be signed with a company. It was unclear whose path he had blocked.

Deng Jinhai felt a little sorry for him, but the money from his bosses was simply too good. A bit of sympathy wasn't nearly enough to make him give up the profit that was about to land in his hands.

He sipped a mouthful of instant noodles, and the leader in the group was arranging new rhetoric.

The dirt and brainwashing narratives they had prepared before were quite effective, but maybe they had been used for too long—people were starting to push back. When the variety show officially aired yesterday, the impact wasn't as strong as before.

By the middle of the livestream, just a little effort from Chi Qingzhou was enough to turn public opinion around. Audience sentiment improved dramatically, almost completely drowning out their negative influence.

No wonder the boss was scrambling to come up with a new strategy today.

Deng Jinhai swallowed the last mouthful of instant noodles, and according to the request of the group, he began to question whether Chi Qingzhou had plastic surgery in the livestream, trying to beat the group of fans who liked Chi Qingzhou.

He clattered on the keyboard, but unfortunately, Chi Qingzhou was too good-looking. Even if he didn't look like a living person, few fans were willing to look away.

Deng Jinhai felt depressed when he saw many viewers saying "I'm not a fan, I just like his face", and he was busy fighting with them, almost knocking over the instant noodle bucket.

He quickly grabbed the keyboard and moved away from the desk splashed with soup with a little fear.

He only had this keyboard to use now, so he must not let the noodle soup ruin it.

Deng Jinhai wanted to go to the kitchen to get a rag and clean the table, but he forgot that the keyboard he was holding was a wired keyboard.

He turned around and the keyboard cable just happened to trip his ankle.

The next second, he fell to the ground with a loud thump, and the whole person fell headfirst to the floor. The sound of bones shaking and cracking faintly came to his ears.

He grimaced in pain and was about to complain when there was a loud clattering sound behind him— the rich smell of old pickled cabbage drifted in the air.

He raised his head tremblingly, only to see his chair overturned, and the instant noodle bucket rolled along the edge of the table, with the soup dripping down.

The keyboard he dropped on the ground was soaked by the instant noodle soup, and even the mobile phone that he accidentally dropped on the ground was soaked.

Deng Jinhai screamed and jumped up with a start.

Before he could pounce on his phone and feel sorry for it, a sharp pain exploded from his coccyx.

He was stunned for a moment, then realized that the overturned chair seemed to have hit him...

Coincidentally, the internet troll army in the same studio as Deng Jinhai all suffered misfortunes of varying degrees after struggling for half an hour.

Some people recalled the look in Chi Qingzhou's eyes when he looked back at the livestream camera, and typed in the group chat with shaking hands.

[This Chi Qingzhou is a bit weird... this, are we being backfired because of that?]

The head of the studio was furious and scolded him harshly, asking him not to disturb the morale of the troops.

[We have been in this business for many years. If there was any feedback from the evil force, we would have been in trouble long ago. Why wait until today? ! It was just an accident. Everyone calm down and try a new one later...]

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound in the voice bar, and then his exclamation scared the scalps of other people in the studio.

At 9:10 that day, he was sent to the hospital by his family.

The doctor examined him and found that he had no serious problems, just two broken wrists.

The leader of the navy sat in the ward, thinking blankly for a long time, and asked his wife to help him send a message.

[Stop working... this Chi Qingzhou is really a bit weird.]

Chi Qingzhou got up very early, much earlier than the start of the "Scenery Along the Way" livestream.

He sat in the yard of his fellow villager's house, quietly finishing his morning lessons, and the system's extremely complex voice sounded in his mind.

[Host, you guessed it a long time ago, didn't you?]

Chi Qingzhou answered slowly, "Guessed what?"

System: [Do you know that you have gained fans? And they are not black fans, but normal fans with good looks, a full 100,000! When I first bound you, you said that the livestream would be fine. Did you expect the current situation?]

Chi Qingzhou was a little surprised. He turned his head and looked at the heavy shadows of trees in the distance, with a smile in his eyes, "You are the system, you should be most familiar with things like speculating on the future."

[...heh. ] The system laughed coldly, [No way, no way! I'm just a little system designed for an ordinary tech-based society—how could I possibly dare to predict anything about you mystical masters? Host, just be honest with me. You don't want to do the task I assigned, is it because you already saw the words 'Doomed to Die' and 'Total Defeat' written all over Chi Qingning's face?]

Chi Qingzhou: "Why are you still the same, always speculating the worst about others? My brother is a good person, don't always target him like this."

The system sneered again and did not comment.

It knew that the host would not admit it, and it did not think of asking the host to admit it.

The reason why it brought this up was just a procedure.

It was the host who refused to accept the task and refused to give a reason online, so wasn't it normal for it to hide some information?

The system snorted and reminded that there was a staff member coming, and then returned to the depths of Chi Qingzhou's soul to pretend to be dead.

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