As paper-only best friends, Du Qiong's assessment wasn't wrong.
With nearly half of the school summer break gone, Zhong Man had gotten into character early, going further and further down the path of being a teacher who imparted knowledge. She shared her experience in media and fan leadership with the hot-blooded newbie, Zi Ran Mian Er.
Over the past few days, the situation in the Demon Eye Girl Demi-Plane had indeed become quite passive. The steady stream of new fans was no longer limited to Xia City and nearby East Asian cities. There were plenty from overseas too, and many of them were extremely fervent.
The arrival of extremists was destructive to an already unstable community ecosystem.
Zi Ran Mian Er was clearly struggling to keep up, and Zhong Man was under considerable pressure even while directing things remotely.
So she half-jokingly asked, "Come to think of it, you're the real media expert here. You aren't actually doing PR for ZM, are you? Want to jump ship and help out here? Be a fan leader, run an account behind the scenes, something like that. You'd definitely make money too."
"Probably won't be necessary."
"Hm?"
Zhong Man keenly caught the subtle wording in Du Qiong's reply, but she couldn't make sense of it at first. So she asked more directly, "What? Did ZM come back from the dead again? What a shame!"
"Could you not make your disgust so obvious?" Du Qiong was enjoying the technician's work and let out two comfortable hums. She felt completely different from how she had been a few days ago.
Zhong Man curled her lip. She was only telling the truth:
If ZM really went under, she would applaud and cheer while also sighing a few times for the battlefield where she had once spent