My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 87

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Back in the day, anytime someone dared to badmouth their idol, these fans—mostly young and some even underage—would go full-on attack mode. Swearing, photoshopping funeral pics, that was all standard. Some even dug up people's real names and home addresses, sending funeral wreaths or knives to their doorsteps to scare them. Some victims couldn't take it and ended up apologizing to Lai Yunyi.

That move always worked.

But this time was different. Not long after the livestream ended, a bunch of those usual trolls suddenly lined up to apologize under Jiang Yiqing's posts.

Each one was crazy sincere, some even crying while confessing their sins—pure dramatic repentance. And there was only one reason for it.

Ever since they cursed at Jiang Yiqing during the livestream, they all started running into bad luck—some worse than others. The lighter stuff was like their AC breaking, or their phones glitching. Wherever they went, stuff just broke like they were cursed or something.

The more serious ones? Heh. They were still stuck in the hospital—hit their heads and got concussions, or tripped and broke their legs. Right now, they couldn't move anything except their fingers. The doctors said it'd be at least a year or two before they fully recovered.

But judging by how fast he was getting injured, whether he'd actually recover in a year or two was a whole other story.

The group of trolls had all been in the same chat group. Once they started talking, they realized something weird—the amount of bad luck they were experiencing seemed to match how much trash they'd talked.

The ones who cursed less had milder issues, and the ones who went all in... yeah, their situations were way worse.

The more they talked, the more their backs started to feel cold. They all agreed—Jiang Yiqing was seriously terrifying.

Then someone suddenly said, "Wait... how come Brother Huang hasn't shown up?"

They scrolled back through the group chat history and noticed that ever since Jiang Yiqing's livestream, Brother Huang had gone completely silent.

Now, for a normal person, not saying anything in the group for a while was totally normal. But for Brother Huang? It was completely out of character.

They already knew—Brother Huang was basically stuck in his rental apartment 24/7, not working, not going out. All he ever did was stay online.

And as the leader of the trolls, every time he showed up, people hyped him up. They thought it was amazing how he turned his love of flaming people into actual money, and they were more than happy to cheer him on whenever they could.

In real life, Brother Huang was one of those people with low social status. People talked about him like he was trash—no job, doing nothing all day, total deadbeat.

Exactly because he was so looked down on in real life, he clung to the internet even harder. He started to believe that the fearless, sharp-tongued version of him online was a completely separate person from the loser he was offline.

So except for when he was asleep, he basically lived online. He could easily send over a thousand messages in a day, and no matter what anyone said, he always had something to chime in with.

With someone like that, how could it be possible that from yesterday until now, he hadn't said a single word?

Someone asked cautiously, "You guys think maybe something happened to Brother Huang..."

"I just tried calling him. No one picked up."

Honestly, you couldn't even blame them for thinking that. If we were talking about who cursed the most, who went out of their way to find people online just to insult them—it was definitely Brother Huang. He was hands-down the biggest troll in the group.

And that other troll who cursed less than Brother Huang? He could barely move two fingers now. So what about Brother Huang himself?

The second someone voiced that guess, the group chat fell totally silent. Not a single person dared to type.

It was one thing to be unlucky—but dying? No thanks.

So in just a few minutes, a group that had originally had hundreds of people was suddenly down to just a few. The ones who were slower to react also rushed to quit.

And then, without planning it, they all headed over to Jiang Yiqing's page to apologize.

Since these people had a habit of trolling all over the internet, a lot of users were familiar with their accounts. So when everyone saw these same trolls lining up to apologize to Jiang Yiqing, it really was a wild sight.

Some influencer accounts even took quick screenshots and posted videos compiling all the apology messages—racking up a ton of views.

The people who'd been targeted by these trolls before? They were loving it. Felt like justice had finally been served.

And when Jiang Yiqing woke up and saw all the apologies flooding his page, he almost laughed out loud. A few of them might've been genuine, but most? Not even close.

He posted straight up:
"You guys should be apologizing to the people you hurt—not me."

"And just so you know, if you go back to your old ways after this... you already know what'll happen."

That one message scared the trolls so badly, they scrambled to apologize to everyone they'd flamed before.

But the list of victims was just too long. The trolls couldn't even remember them all, so they started with the ones who'd been hit the hardest.

And among them, the young lady was naturally at the top of the list.

She'd already been preparing to delete her account after everything that happened yesterday. Her mental state wasn't great to begin with. When there were fewer hate comments, she could still comfort herself by staying away from the comment section.

But after yesterday, Lai Yunyi's crazed fans had totally lost it. There was no way they were going to let her off the hook.

What the young lady didn't expect was that the first thing to flood in weren't more hate comments—but apologies from a ton of trolls. Her hand, which had been hovering over the "delete account" button, paused. She couldn't help but read the apology messages.

One by one, the trolls who'd spread rumors about her started to clear things up. Their words were full of remorse, and they seemed genuinely sorry.

Her vision blurred. She wanted so badly to cry—no one knew better than her just how painful it was to be lied about and dragged through the mud.

Of course, those apologies couldn't erase the pain she'd gone through, and she couldn't just forgive them. But she knew how important those clarifications were for her reputation.

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