Big Brother Will Send You Rockets!

Although Si You had utterly humiliated Sun Zhao, leaving him with neither dignity nor face, Sun Zhao's votes in the contestants' voting segment still far surpassed everyone else's, nearly half again as many as second place. That made Si You's vote seem irrelevant. In front of the cameras, he still handed out the ballots one by one as instructed by the production team, while Sun Zhao stood there smugly, his chin raised high.

[Unfollowing. What kind of flashy but useless male princess is this? So fake.]

[So fake +1. And I don't believe The Strongest Stage has no backstage manipulation.]

Watching the comments backstage and the scrolling bullet screen, the assistant director covered his face. What was this? Zero damage to the enemy, eight hundred damage to themselves?

They had invited Si You for two reasons. First, Xue Ling had specifically requested him. Second, Si You was already a hot topic himself. His embarrassment and humiliation would have made for excellent show effects. But what happened? The ratings had gone up, but Si You was practically about to debut as the center position!

The opening clip of Si You dancing, where he swayed his hips and looked back over his shoulder, was edited into all kinds of videos. Within minutes, GIFs had appeared. Whether the haters were happy or not was unclear, but face-obsessed fans had entered paradise.

[I study dance. Si You has at least four or five years of training. His camera presence is excellent, and he isn't timid at all.]

[More than not timid. He nearly stole my soul away.]

In front of a computer, a young girl's fingers flew across the keyboard. Such a good opportunity—she had to make Si You's beautiful photos go viral!

Her phone buzzed. The girl tapped it open and found