A few days later, heated discussions erupted once again on the websites and forums of major internet providers and mainstream media outlets around the world. Besides topics affecting all of humanity, such as the Trisolarans, the ETO, and technological development, the most discussed subject was, of course, that troublesome little girl Wallfacer.
In fact, comments and articles about her probably made up at least ninety percent of the trending topics.
In short!
Today, with nothing better to do, Annie picked up a tablet with keen interest. She lounged on a large, cushioned huanghuali sofa in the living room, enjoying the attentive service of her personal secretary, Ronan, who was peeling grapes and removing their seeds for her. She opened the discussion board of the "Wallbreaker Website," the only place where her blog was still being updated regularly, and saw these replies on the latest page:
"..."
"Whoever dares say that little girl isn't a Trisolaran spy, I'll twist my head off and give it to him for a chamber pot!"
"I'll livestream myself eating shit—"
"Me too!"
"Posting this as proof?"
"Proof it is!"
"..."
"It's over. Earth's completely doomed. Our descendants can all wait to die!"
"No way! I'm not even married yet!"
"I'm doing all right. I'm still in college, and I've had a few girlfriends already. If we have no hope of defeating the Trisolarans, I'm not planning to bring descendants into the world just to suffer like that!"
"The Trisolarans are watching us from outside, while spies and the ETO are sabotaging us from within. Earth's in a tough spot..."
"Damn it, what the hell is going on with the PDC?"
"They're just going to do nothing?"
"I...&%%...￥&...%"
"&*...%&...%"
"&*...%&*&"
"Sigh..."
"She spends all day doing nothing useful, just eating, drinking, having fun, and sleeping. She