Wang Dachui got cyberbullied because he left a comment under someone else's breakup video:
[Not that many people are in love. Regret is the normal state of life.]
When he woke up, the short-video platform showed a [99+] notification in the lower-left corner.
He thought he had gone viral. Before his dream of becoming an internet celebrity could even begin, he clicked in and discovered that he was being cyberbullied.
Who the hell was cursing me out?
Wang Dachui read every comment and found that everyone was flaunting their affection, posting countless photos of themselves together or holding hands to refute his claim that there were many people in this world who loved each other.
Wang Dachui domineeringly replied that he had a girlfriend too.
But when all was said and done, there really were quite a lot of people in love in this society. It was simply polarized.
After all, if there were so few people in love, where did children come from? How had Wang Dachui been born?
So many people did not believe in love, yet so many people pursued it.
"Let's go, Brother Hammer. To the Hanfu Club."
Li Haoyang urged him.
Shen Qiao had already gone ahead. Although neither of them belonged to the Hanfu Club or wore hanfu, they could still help out and serve as audience members to see how the rehearsal went.
The two arrived at the entrance of the Performing Arts Center and, together with the other Hanfu Club members, carried the club's props into the Dance Club's classroom.
They had borrowed the Dance Club's indoor venue to rehearse this stage play.
The Dance Club's venue was spacious. The classroom was completely unobstructed, and a wall-length mirror reflected the entire room. It was more than sufficient for rehearsals.
They had also