"This is straight-up racial discrimination!"
"Brother Yi was already going easy on him. If it were up to me, I wouldn't just spit on him—I'd stomp all over that steel-wool head of his."
"I can't take this shit! I can't! Where's my knife? I'm gonna kill him!"
"I used to think the guy was a decent player. Didn't know he was such a piece of shit as a person. All I can say is, Brother Yi did great."
At the same time, a huge number of fans flooded the comments under Yu Says Sports' video and started an online pile-on.
"Don't tell people to be kind when you don't know what they've been through. You have no idea what he said or did to Brother Yi, yet you're telling him to be kind."
"He admitted he deliberately injured LeBron, then made racist remarks to Brother Yi. And you're here telling me Brother Yi shouldn't have done that?"
"I suspect Brother Yi was already holding back. If this hadn't happened on the court, he would've killed the guy. After all, Brother Yi really has killed someone."
"Unfollowed. What gives you the right to criticize Brother Yi?"
"Shut up! Don't bring up Trump—you're insulting my Sister Bao'er."
In just a few hours, Yu Yan's video had racked up more than fifty thousand comments.
Normally, she would have been thrilled.
But today, almost every comment was cursing her out.
Some people didn't even bother with an argument. They came in and immediately started hurling abuse, spewing the most vile insults.
Watching the one-sided torrent of abuse in the comments, Yu Yan was completely dumbfounded.
It was over. It was over.
She'd worked so hard to become popular, and now she was probably finished for good.
That was how the internet worked. You could