If the earlier barrage of comments had been a volcanic eruption, this was a planetary collision!
The entire livestream screen instantly turned white, flooded with the same word.
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
"FUCK!!!"
Countless phones lagged, overheated, or even went black and crashed under that terrifying, instantaneous surge of traffic.
"This has to be fake, right? Am I fucking dreaming? Eight pounds in half an hour?! What kind of sick joke is this?!"
"Five pounds! Li Pao'er lost five pounds too! Is that something a fucking carbon-based life-form can do?!"
"Laxatives? What fucking laxative makes you shit out eight pounds? You'd have to shit your guts out! But look at those two, all rosy-cheeked-they look even more energetic than before!"
"A miracle! This isn't a fucking laxative, it's a miracle!"
The comments that had been screaming "scam of the century" and "super laxative" vanished without a trace.
In their place came a tidal wave of shock, incredible fervor, and... endless regret!
"I was wrong! I was so wrong! I was actually calling them scammers just now! I'm the fucking idiot who couldn't recognize greatness when it was right in front of me!"
"A refund? Fuck refunds! If anyone sells me a box at the original price right now, I'll call them Daddy on the spot!"
The independent content creators and haters who had just been frantically sharing videos of the "Autumn Forest Group disaster" across every platform suddenly felt their hands and feet turn icy, a chill shooting from their tailbones straight to the tops of their heads.
They didn't even have time to think before they began frantically deleting posts and videos faster than they ever had in their lives.
Were they kidding?!
This wasn't a crash anymore. This was a rocket launch!
Anyone who still dared smear the Autumn Forest