"This is my readers' circle, not your Moments."
"Take my blessings and get lost."
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Luo Ye lay on his bed, idly scrolling through his readers' circle.
He hadn't expected everyone's comments to be quite entertaining.
Showing off affection had long been nothing unusual in his readers' circle. Many people who had found happiness left their traces here.
Of course, he also saw some haters cursing him there.
Luo Ye did not care. By now, he was no longer a novice author who would rage at the sight of a little slander.
Insults could not stop him from moving forward; they would only push him onward.
Luo Ye smiled faintly, then switched to his alt account and started trading insults with the haters.
Come on, even a Buddha had some anger in him. He had done nothing for no reason—he was just writing a novel. Who had he offended? Why should he be cursed at?
Some fans defended him, only to be called bootlickers. Luo Ye was truly speechless.
With any work, some people liked it and some naturally disliked it. That was perfectly normal.
But the readers' circle was undoubtedly filled with people who liked this work.
You insulted the work among people who liked it, and when those around you said a few things to you, you cursed everyone as bootlickers.
Did you have to claim both sides? Just because you did not like it, no one else was allowed to like it either?
Why did you not go to a singer's concert and curse at the singer you hated? Then when the surrounding fans cursed at you, you could say everyone there was a bootlicker.
The comment sections of many major influencers were the same. An attractive female influencer would post a video showing off