Si You immediately contacted the realtor. The other party spoke warmly and asked when he planned to move. Si You answered, "Now."
It was just the start of summer, so he did not need heavy clothes. Si You picked out clean, durable items and packed three suitcases of various things. He also had to take his large desktop computer. In the end, he called a moving company, hired their smallest truck, and spent 270 yuan. He was truly exhausted.
The original owner had recently been cursed onto the trending searches again and again. Si You was worried that Shen Chuan's fans might recognize him on the road and straight-up kill him, so he went fully protected with a mask and cap.
When the realtor first saw Si You, they thought he was a fugitive on the run.
Si You explained, "I'm allergic to UV rays lately."
"Oh, oh." Seeing him dressed head to toe in designer brands and speaking normally, the realtor did not think much of it.
The paperwork went quickly. Once Si You got the keys and pushed open the rental's door, the bathroom was on the right, the living room lay ahead, and a bed stood near the balcony. It was a tiny place you could take in at a glance, but it was fairly well-equipped.
The movers were enthusiastic and helped Si You set up his computer. After they left, he took a shower. By the time he came out, dusk had fallen. He dropped into the chair before his computer, his expression grave.
No matter how many times he thought about something this absurd, it made his heart seize up.
Fortunately, Si You's heart was exceptionally strong.
He turned on the computer and recalled something through the original owner's memories.
After the first season of Spring Heartbeat finished airing, almost everyone except the original owner had earned glowing reviews. The second season was about to begin, and recently the show's guests had all started doing livestream connections. Several popular CP pairings had been especially generous with the fanservice, leaving everyone full of anticipation.
So no one had expected Si You to dare start a livestream after being "bloodily slaughtered" by every side for an entire week?!
It was not entirely because he was fearless. Si You also wanted to see just how thoroughly the original owner's reputation had been ruined, so he could prepare himself.
The production team had told everyone from the beginning that they were to build hype through livestreams during breaks. To keep fans active and maintain ongoing discussion, they had all registered certified livestream accounts on the platform. No one could impersonate them.
Before going live, Si You logged onto Weibo and posted an update.
<Si You checking in QVQ, livestream room 248XX66, come join me~ Link...>
He had copied it directly from the livestream platform. Once that was done, Si You got up to boil water for instant noodles. When he returned, both his livestream room and Weibo had fallen completely.
It was no exaggeration. Looking at the comments flying past like mad, every single one was cursing him and his entire family tree. It felt a little bad.
The livestream required the camera to be on. In the few minutes Si You was away, several wealthy fans from rival camps had sent him airplane gifts so they could rise on the fan rankings. The person who spent the most was automatically assigned moderator status by the system. Thus, Si You saw his own "moderator" clearing the screen every thirty seconds before posting: [Si You, that bitch, will definitely play the victim. Everyone, keep your eyes open and don't believe him! Keep your eyes open! Don't believe him!]
Si You: "..."
An ordinary person would have been scared shitless by that spectacle, but Si You noticed the gifts.
His rivals were so afraid he might pull something that they threw down thousands of yuan just to remind everyone.
It seemed he had discovered a new business opportunity.
Si You sat down in front of the computer.
The comment feed suddenly froze for a moment.
The camera had just caught Si You's white shirt. Fans from rival camps who knew him well had already decided that this bastard had probably put in eye drops and was waiting to burst into tears before everyone. People had even predicted on Weibo how Si You would whitewash himself. The instant he started sniveling, they would unleash everything they had!
However—
The young man on screen still had that same face, but there was no heavy makeup. He no longer looked like his face could withstand three pounds of flour. Instead, he looked real and clean. He seemed to have just showered, his hair messy, his brows faintly knit as he narrowed his eyes at the camera. His legs were casually spread apart, and even his sitting posture had a bit of a big shot's swagger. In short, it was exactly the same face, yet no one recognized him!
Who was this handsome guy with such a cool, arrogant aura?
Even the moderator choked up. It was not until Si You stirred his instant noodles that they came to their senses, cleared the screen again, and posted: [He actually changed his persona! Everyone, be careful! Keep your eyes open!]
I haven't even started building a persona yet, Si You thought.
It had to be said that Si You's move threw a lot of people off. If he had cried and whined as usual, he would have been easy to deal with. But with this sudden change, no one had a strategy to handle him.
But that did not matter. The dizziness from being struck by his beauty was only temporary. The sea of haters quickly remembered all of Si You's outrageous stunts, their anger rising once more as they cursed him exactly as before.
When Si You had been a Best Actor, he had also had plenty of haters. It was an unavoidable hurdle for anyone popular. But he had even more diehard fans! Their combat power was acknowledged as the best in the industry. Once a major fan account stepped in, no hater dared fight alone. Yet at this moment, there was not a single nice comment in the feed, and Si You was starting to get a little irritated.
The original owner had dropped everything and left, dumping this complete mess on him and ruining his reputation outright.
"Stop for a second. Aren't your fingers tired from typing?" Si You asked.
[Your daddy never gets tired of cursing you. Isn't it time you stopped pretending to be pitiful and acting like some fake innocent bitch? Idiot! Look at all the shitty things you've done!]
Si You could not refute that.
The livestream's viewer count quickly surpassed 230,000. Besides the haters, there were also plenty of curious onlookers.
"Um, there's a free gift, glow sticks. Send some, will you?" The moment Si You finished speaking, the comments filled with question marks, followed by even fiercer insults.
Si You knew that, to others, he looked shameless and thick-skinned. But for survival, what was pride worth? There was not much left in his account balance.
Si You was not poor. On the contrary, he came from a wealthy family—not wealthy in the ordinary sense, either. Calling them the richest family would not have been an exaggeration. But from childhood to adulthood, the elders around him had constantly tempered his character. As a result, Si You's adaptability and ability to withstand pressure were practically abnormal.
Si You noticed an icon on the desktop. After finishing the last mouthful of noodle soup, his patience ran out. He was not planning to indulge these people any longer.
The comments had just been listing the original owner's sins. Si You looked them over. Some were true, but at least half were baseless nonsense—rumors spread and exaggerated by the crowd.
This was also something Si You had repeatedly emphasized in his previous life after gaining eighty million followers: I will not be anyone's shield. Do not drag me into trouble for no reason either. If you have evidence, show it. If you do not, keep yourself in check.
Therefore, although Si You was a damn pretentious king in the eyes of haters, he had never really cyberbullied anyone.
"Enough." Si You pressed one hand over the mouse as he spoke. "You have three minutes to leave my livestream room. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
The screen filled with familiar question marks.
[Are you crazy? What the hell are you pretending to be? Come on, crawl through the internet and chop your daddy to death!]
[You fucking *&＃@＃...]
Si You unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and took a sip, glancing at the lower-right corner of the screen. Someone noticed that he seemed to actually be timing them.
Hilarious. Had he been cursed stupid? What could happen when the countdown ended? Would he strangle those haters through the internet? Or smash his own computer?
"You really won't leave?" Si You asked coolly. "If you don't go now, it'll really be too late."
The comments cursed with vicious intensity.
"Fine." Si You spoke softly, then gave the camera a faint smile. "Then from this moment on, none of you are leaving. Whoever leaves is a grandson!"
With that, Si You opened the icon he had kept selected with his mouse—the most terrifying survival puzzle game currently available, called Infant Road.
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