Having just learned how to use a phone from Xia Yao, Su Jiu scrolled through the two men's old Weibo posts, the corners of her mouth twitching merrily.
Xia Yao: "Today's breakfast." The attached photo showed soy milk and fried dough sticks on a clean tabletop.
Chu Zhe: "Science shows that fried foods aren't healthy." His attached photo showed bread, milk, and fruit.
Marketing accounts, never afraid of stirring up more trouble when there was a spectacle to watch, pushed the breakfast topic straight onto the trending list. Beneath it, the two sides' fans were locked in battle.
"Aaah, Yaoyao is so down-to-earth! He eats what ordinary people eat, unlike a certain someone. If that bread is from XX brand, tsk, how extravagant."
"Is something wrong with the person above? Eating bread is extravagant now? Before you call bread extravagant, please take a look at how many digits are in the prices of your darling's clothes and shoes, okay?"
"I think that male celebrity surnamed Chu is the one with something wrong with him. Who is he taking veiled shots at? No moon-landing-level clout chasing allowed!"
"That's hilarious. Has that male celebrity surnamed Xia ever stopped chasing clout? Before you criticize anyone else, go scroll through your own idol's Weibo, okay? Seriously, something is very wrong with you."
Su Jiu put down the phone, inwardly marveling that this truly was a peaceful age in a peaceful world. Then she turned to glance at Xia Yao, and the word "speechless" returned to her face.
At that moment, Xia Yao was furiously tapping away at his phone, looking ready to beat his opponent into the ground.
Su Jiu glanced at what he was typing and understood. Apparently, besides working, celebrities also had to personally fight their own haters.
Su Jiu felt lost.