"Who's this pretty little witch?"
"None of your business, anyway."
"Channel host, channel host, your commentary is so good."
"Surely no one's actually here to listen to me commentate seriously, right? Don't disgust me, sisters."
...Du Lingxuan fired back at the commenting witches like a machine gun, somehow recreating the effect of the "streamer-versus-viewers war" from before Jiang Han's transmigration in these late twenties. Honestly, if Xuan had even a shred of humanity, she wouldn't have roasted the subscribed viewers leaving comments into speechless self-isolation.
From Jiang Han's perspective, Du Lingxuan genuinely loved arguing with people. Jiang Han had only just sat down and exchanged one sentence with Kraken about the charms of Testnango when Xuan snagged another lucky viewer's comment:
"The channel host is so amazing, so why don't you compete?"
Xuan immediately perked up.
"Viewer, since your tongue is so sharp, why don't you go work for the Little Witch Club? Making a living on your own merits means no one can look down on you."
"There are always viewers who talk while standing, never feeling the ache in their backs, who love standing on the high slope of morality to mock others. But you're standing in a sewer, so there's no way I can follow you down there to chat! With that logic, when I'm commentating, you ask why I don't compete—but when I compete, wouldn't you ask why I'm not commentating? Wake up, sister. What you said sounds reasonable, but in reality, it makes no sense at all."
"When I feel like roasting someone, my mouth is tough as nails. My mouth could even pry open Kraken's mouth."
Kraken, seated beside her, widened her eyes. She had never imagined that, even sitting right there, she would still suffer verbal violence.
Meanwhile, a classic contradiction flashed through