My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 83

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And as for the whole "celebrity dating causes fans to unfollow" thing? Maybe that was a problem for other people—but not for Lai Yunyi. He'd already been caught on camera going on dates with girls more than once, and his fans were totally used to it. Their standards had been lowered again and again.

They'd tell themselves, It's fine if he's dating—he's not that young anymore, just as long as it's nothing illegal.

So yeah, Lai Yunyi wasn't the least bit worried. As long as he didn't do anything worthy of being blacklisted, there'd always be fans sticking around.

In a way, his shameless behavior had been fed by how endlessly tolerant his fans were.

Back in the livestream, a new wave of people was spamming "dirt" on the young kady. Her face twisted with frustration as she tried to explain, "Those are all lies! I've already cleared them up!"

But the thing about rumors? They were way cheaper to spread than to clear up. A lot of people only ever saw the fake part—by the time the truth came out, they'd already tuned out. So what stuck in their minds was still the lie.

And that was just... depressing.

Jiang Yiqing didn't look too happy either. These people were seriously out of control.

Just then, his phone buzzed.

A message from Wen Xiuyan:
"Need help?"

Jiang Yiqing was a little surprised. He didn't expect Wen Xiuyan to still be watching his livestream. Curling his lip into a half-smile, he replied:
"No need. They'll shut up real soon."

Wen Xiuyan didn't ask anything else, like he had full faith Jiang Yiqing could handle it.
"Alright."

After confirming that Jiang Yiqing didn't need backup, he went back to an earlier chat and typed:
"Hold off for now."

Somewhere else, in a dim room, the only source of light was the eerie glow from a computer screen.

A man with messy hair had one foot propped up on a chair, leaning close to the computer screen, eyes wild with excitement, face twisted with madness as his fingers smashed across the keyboard like a man possessed.

Line after line of vile, filthy language flooded into the livestream's chat. With every message he sent, his expression lit up even more, like he was high on the chaos.

This man—he was none other than the ringleader of the internet troll team that Lai Yunyi's manager had worked with for ages. Everyone called him Brother Huang. He used to be a total failure—unemployed, lazy, refusing to leave the house. His family bugged him at first, trying to get him to do something, but eventually, they gave up entirely.

Brother Huang couldn't care less. Please, he'd think, lying around at home was way more comfortable. People who went out to work were just suckers.

But of course, reality caught up to him. Once his family stopped caring, they also cut off the handouts. Suddenly, he had no money—not even enough to pay rent.

A normal person might've started job hunting. Not Brother Huang. No way was he going to get a regular job. He fully gave up, embracing the "one day at a time" life, still lounging around his dingy rental apartment every day.

When boredom hit, he'd spend all day online, picking fights and flaming strangers. Over time, he connected with a whole crew of internet trolls—people who, like him, probably had a lot in common in real life. Misery really did love company.

Then one day, he got an offer: get paid just to curse someone out online. No need to do anything else—just type insults and get a fat paycheck afterward.

That first gig changed everything. It was like something in his brain clicked into place. He immediately rounded up every troll he knew, formed a group chat, and created his very own organized trolling team.

And their longest-running client, Lai Yunyi's manager, the guy who gave him his very first job.

By now, Brother Huang was a total pro at handling Lai Yunyi's "cases." All he had to do was throw insults. That was his specialty.

He felt proud of himself now, honestly. It was like he'd proven everyone who looked down on him wrong. He didn't have to get a job. He still lived easy—way better than all those suckers busting their asses for some boss who didn't give a damn.

His trolls even called him "Brother Huang" like he was someone important.

Feeling smug, Brother Huang lit a cigarette and leaned back, puffing lazily. Unlike the others who had quotas to meet, he cursed people for fun. It wasn't work—it was his hobby.

Just as he grinned at the screen, though, his fingers paused. Something was off. The flood of chat messages in the livestream had noticeably slowed down. And worse, there were actually comments showing support for the young madam.

Brother Huang frowned and quickly dropped a message into the group chat.
"What's going on?"

Someone replied fast:
"Brother Huang, a bunch of people suddenly went MIA. We can't reach them."

Brother Huang's frown deepened.
"What do you mean MIA? We're in the middle of a job. Private message them, find out what's going on—now."

He stared hard at the screen, heart beating a little faster. For some reason, Jiang Yiqing's earlier words echoed in his head:
"Anyone who curses today is gonna have bad luck."

Brother Huang shook his head violently.
Nah. He was letting that scammer mess with his head. Ridiculous. It was just a bluff. Definitely just scare tactics.

He tried to reassure himself, but the hand holding his cigarette was trembling slightly.

Then the guy he'd sent to investigate finally replied.

"Brother Huang, it's bad. A lot of people got hurt—suddenly. One of them was typing and snapped a bone. Another fell off their chair out of nowhere and now they can't move. They got rushed to the hospital."

Brother Huang read the message, and a cold sweat broke out down his back.
No way. He still didn't believe it. No way this was real—

Then another message came in:

"Brother Huang, my cabinet just collapsed by itself. Almost crushed me. This Jiang Yiqing guy is seriously freaky..."

"Sorry, Brother Huang, I really can't take this job anymore."

The second Brother Huang heard that, he stopped being scared. What do you mean you're out? That's not gonna work—he already took the money!

He got agitated. "No way. It's just a coincidence, that's all! Hurry up and get back to it! Did you forget how much we're getting paid for this job?"

The group chat went dead silent for a while before someone finally messaged: "Brother Huang, it's not like we don't want the money. But even if we earn it, we gotta live long enough to spend it."

"Yeah, I really can't take this one."

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