The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead -
Chapter 362 - 360: Star Blog Takes a Stand
Chapter 362: Chapter 360: Star Blog Takes a Stand
Text Mover’s account activities quickly caught people’s attention.
Beneath his account, netizens continuously gathered, questioning, exclaiming, feeling proud.
"What does he mean?"
"I guess he means stop asking silly questions, the guy is living it up!"
"Right, that’s the meaning."
"Make the best of a bad situation!"
"Get lost! Do we, the Wengong, need to hold back when we curse? We can curse you out without you even knowing your own last name."
"Yes, that’s our Wengong."
"Even the law doesn’t do collective punishment for family members anymore. This is the first time I hear that friends have to be implicated by association."
"They’re just painfully bored and looking for trouble."
"Birds of a feather flock together. If you weren’t stinking, flies wouldn’t buzz around you."
"Exactly, being that close with Little River Live means no good."
"Who said flies don’t land on a flawless egg? Aren’t you buzzing around right now?"
"Well said, upstairs! How innocent the eggs are, yet flies like to eat shit, why don’t you go eat that!"
"Talking nonsense."
"Still better than you who can’t tell right from wrong."
"Stop arguing, Earth Bar has updated too!"
"What, they’ve posted an update? Go check it out!"
"Warning, high energy ahead!"
"What the heck?"
The comment section had quite a few people puzzled, wondering how just posting an update could result in high energy warning.
But still, everyone opened Earth Bar’s Star Blog account, where at that moment there was a poem, a poem so mesmerizing from the first line that it captivated readers.
Earth Bar began with a sentence: Supporting Little River Live, then tagged Text Mover.
Text Mover replied with just one word: Support!
Below that was the poem posted by Earth Bar.
"Don’t you see the Yellow River’s waters, coming from the heavens, rushing to the sea, never to return? Don’t you see the mirror in the high hall, lamenting white hair, in the morning like black silk, by evening turned to snow."
"One should enjoy life when successful, not to drink from a golden cup to the moon in vain. Nature gives me talents, which must be used; though a fortune is scattered, it will come back again."
...
"Fine horses, valuable furs, call my son to exchange them for wine, so we may together dispel the sorrows of an age."
Drinking Alone, Li Bai being ostracized from the capital, embarking on a journey to explore his motherland’s mountains and rivers, has some parallels with Little River Live’s current situation—subject to doubt, exclusion, and ridicule.
Those who read the whole poem didn’t know how to comment under Earth Bar’s post, but somehow, everyone collectively formed a pattern.
"Poetry comes first, but we cannot blindly support Little River Live unconditionally."
"Poetry comes first, Little River Live did indeed break trust."
"Poetry comes first, did it really? Didn’t they say two months?"
"Poetry comes first, you don’t understand, they can’t deliver all the goods."
"Poetry comes first, indeed, we’re Mecha accessories sellers, our delivery volume is quite big, and we really can’t deliver it all."
"Poetry comes first, won’t someone say this poem is awesome?"
"Poetry comes first, does it need evaluation? Or do we even have the right to evaluate?"
"Poetry comes first, I thought our uniform prefix had said it all."
The four words "poetry comes first" unexpectedly soared to the second spot on the trending searches list, just behind the nine hundred million seedling sensation.
When some poets who were unconvinced came to take a look, they arrived with their heads held high only to slink away in defeat.
Initially, they came to find faults, but now they all silently retreated, not uttering a word.
Mr. Yu had also been informed about the matter the moment it happened; he immediately logged onto Star Network and read "Be Happy with Your Pot of Wine."
Old Mr. Yu, who had read the poem countless times, finally made a move.
He logged into his own account, onto his personal Star Blog page, and updated it.
Old Mr. Yu v: Being kind to others is being kind to oneself. He circled Little River Live’s account, writing just four words, "Waiting for your return."
For the first time, someone openly supported Little River Live, and that person was none other than the president of the Poetry Club, Mr. Yu.
Mr. Yu wasn’t just the president of the Poetry Club, he also represented the Yu Family and was moreover a highly respected SS-level cultivator; his stance made many people hesitate.
Following Mr. Yu’s lead, Yu Zeming was quick to follow up, with all his company’s accounts and his own personal one being updated.
Youyu Live: Little River Live, eternally a legend. Waiting for your return.
Yu Zeming: Mr. Xioa He, still haven’t had my fill of your cooking; send over my sweet potatoes soon!
It wasn’t long before Yu Zeling, Yu Zeming’s older brother and the deputy president of the Poetry Club, also updated his status.
Yu Zeling: Please send a bit extra next time Little River Live sends food to Yu Zeming.
The actions of the Yu Family were like a signal, and after them, the principals of Food University and Interstellar University, Principal Shu, also posted updates.
All these people, against all odds, were supporting Little River Live.
Netizens on Star Network began to waver. With so many powerful and even venerable figures supporting Little River Live, could there still be a turning point?
Not just that, Shu Zhuo also made his move.
Star Reading’s account, Shu Zhuo’s own account, all followed the trend.
Star Reading: Brother Text Mover, you must hold on!
Shu Zhuo: Mr. Xiao He, I’m a die-hard fan of your brother.
These major Star Blog accounts, on the side of support, expressed their positions one after another.
On the other hand, those who didn’t support were silent, with no one rushing to make a definitive statement.
At the end of the day, all they did was vent on Star Network.
Many people didn’t really care; they just made a few comments, what could it do?
But what you don’t know is that many a little makes a mickle.
When an insignificant comment gets repeated millions, even billions of times, sometimes the false becomes true.
The saying "three men make a tiger" is never an empty claim.
Fu Yunhe had been paying close attention to the happenings on Star Network, and he saw the people who updated their statuses to support Little River Live. It was almost exactly as he had expected.
Right now, he was puzzled as to how Nian Shutong even had the spare attention to update her status?
Especially the lengthy update from Earth Bar, how could it possibly be?
But then again, this was Nian Shutong. It somehow didn’t seem impossible.
At this time, it was already evening.
Outside the small wooden house, people who were farming, clearing land, and breeding were starting to head back, ready to go home to cook and eat.
The evening meal at the small wooden house, prepared by Master Fan, was spicy crab and green bean ribs with flatbreads on the side.
Though there were only two dishes, they were very substantial.
Rubble, who went to help serve the food, looked at the two dishes and delivered an analysis, "When Shutong is here, we eat four dishes; when Shutong isn’t, we have two."
Master Fan, while wrapping the bread, didn’t even falter and simply asked, "What about it? Is there a problem?"
"Rubble was just analyzing and summarizing data, why would there be any issue?"
Master Fan glanced at Rubble, handed him the bread, and said no more.
He just wanted to make delicious food for the Boss. This huge planet, resting on the Boss’s shoulders alone—even though everyone worked hard—Shutong’s irreplaceable position could not be filled.
Master Fan saw clearly that if Shutong was ever gone, although the small wooden house wouldn’t descend into chaos, everyone would be missing their pillar.
Only with her presence, even if she did nothing, everyone felt at ease.
Like that for others, Master Fan felt the same.
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