A single line from someone in the group sank Chu Ge: "Huh? Chu Da, how do you know what Sect Master Qiu watched?"
Chu Ge: "...Can't I chat with her privately?"
The fierce momentum with which he had come to pick a fight had already dwindled a hundredfold.
"Tsk, Chu Da, you've got ulterior motives. Privately chatting with a female mod about what porn she watches-isn't that harassment...?"
Chu Ge snapped, "You sending her porn isn't fucking harassment, but this is?"
"Get out of here, Chu Da. Qiu Qiu is mine."
"Fuck off, she's mine."
"Qiu Qiu~ My Qiu Qiu~"
Chu Ge: "..."
The conversation went completely off the rails. Nobody cared what Chu Ge had asked earlier anymore.
Chu Ge watched for a while, his expression turning a little strange-the reaction memes everyone used in their everyday chats were now remarkably uniform. They were all screenshots of Qiu Wuji's usual messages.
Qiu Wuji: "Why are people begging to be muted, and even tagging me for fear I won't see?"
Qiu Wuji: "You're all so strange."
Qiu Wuji: "I often feel out of place among you because I'm not perverted enough.jpg"
One of them could be used to reply to Chu Ge:
Qiu Wuji: "Are you all masochists?"
These chat screenshot memes swept all other thoughts out of Chu Ge's head. Looking at screenshot after screenshot of Qiu Wuji in the group, he unconsciously broke into a doting smile.
Even when you're gone, you're everywhere. You really have invaded every corner of my life.
Forget it. What's there to make trouble about? Someday she'll naturally learn how firm and manly her Father God is! Hmph.
"Bros, I found a pretty funny old song."
"What song?"
"'My *** Is Years Old.'"
"..." Qiu Wuji time was over. It was now shitposting