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The netizen’s feelings were complicated for a moment.

[“When this kid liked SUK, I knew it…”]

[“Hahaha, I knew the Great Demon King wouldn’t fall so easily.”]

[“It’s him, the stinky little brother who made me bald again.”]

[“Didn’t your bankrupt vlog stop updating for half a month???”]

After solving the problem, Song Jianchu didn’t want to waste his personal time anymore: “Any other questions? If not, I’m going to play with my phone in bed.”

[“What are you playing with? Let Mom take a look.”]

[“Just let me play here. I’m not bothering you.”]

[“What’s the rush? Is Mu Ye on the bed?”]

Song Jianchu was drinking coffee and suddenly choked, pressing his hand to his lips: “Are you guys crazy? I didn’t post a vlog this month.”

[“What???”]

[“Can you speak human language??”]

[“Take it back within three seconds.”]

[“Mom bravely stood up to protect you once, and this is your return for motherly love?”]

[“You’re an ungrateful bastard.”]

Ignoring the noisy barrage, Song Jianchu was about to end the broadcast when an unknown phone call came in.

Too lazy to pick it up, he swiped his finger and directly turned on the speaker.

“Hello.” A polite female voice asked, “Is this Mr. Song Jianchu?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry to bother you, this is the organizer of Weibo Celebrity Night. We sent you an invitation to attend as a guest of honor before. Did you receive it?”

[“Wow, Weibo Celebrity Night?!”]

“Yes, I received it,” Song Jianchu remembers.

“Great,” the staff says. “Since the main event will be held in Sanya, we would like to confirm your travel plans so we can arrange your hotel and airport pickup.”

“I don’t need any arrangements. I won’t be going,” Song Jianchu says.

The staff is taken aback.

[“Why?!”]

[“Many internet celebrities would do anything to walk the red carpet there…”] the audience comments.

Knowing this internet celebrity is not an ordinary person, the staff doesn’t know how to persuade him.

The girl bites her lip and uses a persuasive tone. “Mr. Song, you are a strong candidate for this year’s Weibo Celebrity Person of the Year. If you don’t attend, many aspects of the event may not go smoothly…”

“Sorry, I don’t have time,” Song Jianchu says calmly.

The girl falls silent.

She clenches the small dinosaur on her desk and maintains a sweet smile. “Okay, if you change your mind, you can contact us at any time.”

Song Jianchu replies and is about to hang up.

The female voice on the speaker casually adds, “Oh, by the way. We also invited Mu Ye as a special guest to present the Celebrity Person of the Year award. It’s a shame you won’t be able to attend.”

“Well then, I won’t keep you from resting…”

Song Jianchu’s suspended finger paused.

“Wait a minute.”

He canceled the loudspeaker and put his phone to his ear, picking up the calendar on his desk. “Which day is the event?”

“The ninth of December,” replied the staff member.

“Perfectly free,” Song Jianchu marked the date on his calendar. “I’ll go.”

After ending the call, Song Jianchu put down his phone and looked up. The barrage on the screen became uniform.

The screen is full of [“I understand everything”] [“Understand”] flying densely.

Song Jianchu was taken aback for a moment, and quickly regained his composure, with a look of disgust on his face “Those of you who eavesdrop on other people’s phone calls are so idle?”

Song Jianchu scowled. “Have you finished your assignments yet?”

[“Damn it??”]

[“Are we all studying abroad dogs hurting each other?”]

[“You’re still in China at this time of year. Don’t you want to graduate?”]

“Me?” Song Jianchu shrugged, a hint of contempt in his tone. “Sorry to disappoint you, but your brother graduated in June.”

Country A’s undergraduate program is three years long, and Song Jianchu completed all his credits in just two years.

Ignoring the flood of question marks once again, Song Jianchu concluded, “Don’t worry about other people’s affairs in the future. Instead of wasting your life on the trash information on the Internet, why not pay attention to global warming and melting icebergs and think about how to live two more days. Goodbye.”

After finishing his live broadcast, he closed it directly.

When he went to the kitchen to refill his coffee, Song Jianchu leaned against the kitchen counter and picked up his phone to glance at the quiet chat box.

The last drop of coffee fell into the cup.

The sound of water was soft.

Song Jianchu snapped out of his thoughts, set the chat box to stay on top, and carried the cup back to his bedroom.

The popularity of the Celebrity Night was unprecedented.

In the age where traffic is king, the line between the entertainment industry and internet celebrities has become increasingly blurred. The Celebrity Night is not only an annual event for online celebrities, but many influential stars in the industry also attend.

On the day of the event, hundreds of media outlets crowded at the entrance of the red carpet in an orderly fashion, as well-known internet celebrities and artists walked the red carpet in their best attire, creating a scene comparable to an international film festival.

The crowd was stunned as internet celebrities and artists stopped in their tracks, raising their phones to take photos like starstruck fans.

The sleek black car door slowly opened, and a man in a black suit stepped out with long legs, bending down to get out of the car.

Security personnel struggled to hold back the excited fans on both sides.

“Ah ah ah Mu Ye!!!”

“Demon Mu!!!”

“Demon Mu! When are you releasing a new song?!”

Mu Ye stopped in his tracks and looked at the fan who asked the question. “Mu Ye won’t be releasing anything soon, I don’t know about Demon Mu, but I can ask for you if I have the chance.”

The fans: “…”

As expected of you.

When he passed by a fan who was so excited that she was crying, Mu Ye paused and pulled a handkerchief out of his suit pocket, walking over to the girl.

The girl took the handkerchief, her heart pounding as she stood there: “Th-thank you.”

Mu Ye smiled kindly at the girl and headed straight for his three friends taking photos in front of the signing board.

Stopping in front of them, Mu Ye looked at the trio, “Why haven’t you gone in yet? It’s kinda embarrassing for me with all this respect you’re showing.”

The man on the left, Bai Xingyu, sneered, “You should take off that face of yours. Isn’t it heavy wearing it every day?”

Bai Xingyu, 27 years old, was an international action movie star who had trained in martial arts since childhood, giving him a strong and dominant aura.

“It’s alright,” Mu Ye lowered his eyes, chuckling, “It’s worth a billion dollars, so I’ll just make do with it for now.”

The young man next to him scratched his face, “Brother… have you been drinking again?”

This was Pei Shinian, 22 years old, a popular fresh meat actor with an affable puppy-like gaze and a towering stature that always seemed like he was about to doze off.

“No,” Mu Ye sighed, “Jiaming has been keeping a tight leash on me lately. He found all the stuff I had hidden and brought it back home.”

The elegant man who had remained silent chimed in coldly, “Being a manager is not easy. You also have to know how to search.”

This man was Lu Shen, 28 years old, an all-around movie star who had just won the Best Actor award at a heavyweight international film festival.

“Indeed,” Mu Ye smiled, “It’s great. If I ever stop being a manager, I can become a private detective.”

Afraid that the fans might overhear their conversation, Pei Shinian quickly interrupted, “Let’s go in, brothers.”

The four of them signed in and entered the event one by one.

Muye took the signing pen and glanced at the signing board, then asked the staff next to him, “Excuse me, has Song Jianchu arrived?”

The staff was immersed in the four male idol’s looks and was puzzled when he heard the name that shouldn’t have been mentioned by this male idol. “Uh…?” The staff regained their senses and asked uncertainly, “Are you asking about the Demon King’s younger brother?”

Muye nodded. “Yes.”

The staff looked even more confused. “He hasn’t arrived yet. The Demon King’s younger brother didn’t use the plane ticket we helped book for him. I heard his private plane just landed, so he should be here soon.”

Mu Ye nodded. “Thank you.”

The red carpet award ceremony officially began, and the two hosts were hyping up the atmosphere on stage.

The heavyweight guest’s seats were arranged together in the front row center. After Pei Shinian took his seat, he looked around and said, “Brother, have you seen your Demon King fanboy? Why is his presence so low-key? It’s not right.”

“He hasn’t arrived yet,” Mu Ye said, watching the stage.

“I see,” Pei Shinian paused and turned to him in confusion. “How do you know?”

“I asked,” Mu Ye replied calmly.

“What did you ask him for?” Pei Shinian asked.

Mu Ye rested his chin on his knuckles, and his gray eyes, which were cold and unapproachable even when he wasn’t smiling, became even more distant.

Mu Ye didn’t answer and said softly, “Play with your phone if you’re bored.”

Pei Shinian looked at him strangely for two seconds, swallowed his questions, and took out his phone. He kept switching between discomfort and trying not to laugh while looking at something on his phone.

The host’s year-end review on Weibo was incredibly long. Bai Xingyu was bored and started dozing off. He couldn’t help but glance to the side and ask, “What are you looking at?”

“The Weibo of Brother Ye, my idol. He just updated his vlog yesterday, and I thought he was going to disappear for the month,” replied Mu Ye, glancing away slightly.

Bai Xingyu crossed his arms. “The Weibo billionaire who went bankrupt a few days ago?”

Pei Shinian finally had someone to vent to. “He didn’t go bankrupt. He’s reached new heights. It’s incredible. How can he live so flamboyantly and still be so natural?”

Bai Xingyu took the phone with an indifferent expression. “Let me see.”

One minute later.

Bai Xingyu: “Grandpa on the subway looking at his phone.jpg.”

Bai Xingyu said, “How can he drive a sports car in the park? Doesn’t anyone care?”

“That’s his backyard in his new house,” Pei Shinian said.

“…”

“The design of this villa is not bad,” Bai Xingyu said.

“This is his doghouse,” Pei Shinian said.

“…”

“Where’s the dog?” Bai Xingyu asked.

“He hasn’t gotten one yet,” Pei Shinian replied.

“…”

“How old is this kid? Does he have a pilot’s license?” As Bai Xingyu watched, he gradually became more and more confused. “What’s the use of getting a license for this type of plane? He can’t just travel with it, and there are no runways at domestic tourist sites for him to land on at will. He might as well get a helicopter license.”

“Most of the tourist sites in New Zealand have wild runways,” Mu Ye said.

“Yes, his new house is in New Zealand,” Pei Shinian hesitated for a moment before turning to Bai Xingyu in confusion. “How do you know where his new house is?”

Before he could finish speaking, a vaguely familiar figure walked into their line of sight.

This internet celebrity was wearing sunglasses that covered his face, and he arrived late in a blatant manner. He was wearing a gray high-end suit over a coat and was walking behind the staff in a Godfather-like manner, passing by the live broadcast camera.

The audience’s attention shifted slowly along with him, and the host on stage was also stunned.

The staff member leading the way stopped and respectfully extended his hand. “Mr. Song, your seat is here.”

“Thank you.”

Playing a public service announcement, the lights were turned off at the scene, and faces were difficult to see.

“The Godfather” seemed to be in poor condition and didn’t pay attention to the person next to him. He lazily sat down and said, “I feel a little airsick and came late. Sorry.”

The staff hurriedly said, “It’s okay, it’s not your turn yet. If you’re not feeling well, we can provide you with a rest area, and you can come up on stage for the award ceremony.”

The young man took off his sunglasses, raised his legs, and used one hand to support the armrest of the chair and press his temples. “No need, thank you.”

The super influencer who could control public opinion with just one Weibo post was not to be underestimated. The staff used hand signals to let the guests responsible for the VIP lounge preparations know and then left, stooping in front of the camera.

“… “

Pei Shinian put away his phone and sat down.

After a moment of hesitation due to his idol’s presence, he couldn’t help but glance at the person next to his brother.

The light from the big screen faintly illuminated the young man’s face.

The young man’s half-closed eyelids couldn’t help but droop further, making him look like he hadn’t slept in a hundred years.

The terrifying demon king’s low-pressure aura couldn’t even keep down the pink hair on his head.

After staring at the big screen for less than half a minute, the young man boredly took out his phone and began scrolling through Weibo.

The live camera filming the audience seats was aimed directly at him, but he seemed completely indifferent.

Song Jianchu flew directly from New Zealand and wasn’t actually airsick. After getting off the plane, he felt a little uncomfortable. Lately, he had been sleeping more and more, and if he didn’t do something to perk himself up, he’d fall asleep immediately.

The live broadcast of the red carpet event was being simultaneously streamed on the homepage of Weibo. Suddenly, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room skyrocketed, and within a minute, countless similar screenshots appeared on the trending page.

Song Jianchu casually swiped through a popular Weibo post and his finger paused for a moment. He vaguely felt that the face in the small image looked a bit like him.

He clicked on the first picture in the nine-image grid.

He went back and clicked on the first image of the nine-grid.

“…”

The second image.

“…”

The third image.

“……………………………………………………………………………………………………….”

Song Jianchu’s drooping gaze gradually stiffened.

He stared at the guy with pink hair in the screenshot, slowly shifted his gaze, and looked at the person next to him in the picture.

That person tilted their head towards him, with an indescribable smile on their lips.

This netizen had put a deep purple heart among them, which looked like it was poisonous.

Below it was a black “congratulations,” which didn’t look festive[mfn]”Festive” refers to something that is associated with or appropriate for a celebration or festival, typically characterized by joy, cheerfulness, and a lively atmosphere. In this context, “didn’t look festive at all” means that the black “congratulations” did not give off a celebratory or joyful vibe.[/mfn] at all.

Song Jianchu remained calm and closed his eyes.

He couldn’t put his phone away now. If he moved too quickly, those stupid netizens would definitely ridicule him.

After taking two seconds to calm down, Song Jianchu’s face remained calm, as if he knew nothing, and continued to casually browse through other popular content.

The further he scrolled, the more unpleasant his expression became.

There was simply no other content in the real-time popular feed.

The netizens were already excited, creating all sorts of reaction gifs with just one screenshot.

Various big V’s who were present also joined in.

Normally, few internet celebrities dared to interact with Song Jianchu. He would probably win the annual celebrity night award this year. Since the big V’s had nothing better to do, they opened their photo editing software and began to play with the image of the great demon king.

The photo editing contest heated up.

Someone came up with golden quotes like:

“Good luck comes only once in a lifetime. Cherish the present and don’t waste time playing with your phone.”

“Most of the pain in life comes from not being able to put down your phone.”

There were classic lines like:

“Once, I had the chance to become a star, but I only cared about playing with my phone and didn’t cherish it.”

“If I didn’t have my phone, this would be the closest I ever came to success in my life”

And even poetry:

“Life is like a play, we meet each other only because of fate.

Chasing stars successfully is not easy, so shouldn’t we cherish it even more?

For the sake of showing off with our phones, we may regret it later.

Missing out on going home and sulking alone, with no one to replace us when we get sick.”

“…”

Song Jianchu’s ears gradually grew hot as he clenched his teeth and gripped his phone tightly.

How bored were these people???

He was about to report this blogger when he pressed his finger on the screen for too long and accidentally clicked on the “save image” option.

There was a brief rustling of clothing.

The gentle fragrance from the suit jacket suddenly became stronger.

His anger was instantly extinguished, and Song Jianchu’s movements stiffened.

A familiar, warm and deep voice sounded in his ear, with the volume lowered between the two of them.

“This one isn’t good.”

The person next to him reached out.

The hand in the picture that he had seen before slid gently across his phone screen a few times.

“This one’s okay,” the person next to him said naturally and kindly. “Can you send it to me on WeChat?”

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