The Chinese Spirit's Family Rescue Adventure

The whole screen of the live broadcast was originally dominated by the profile of the young man. With the atmosphere created by the environment and lighting, the picture was as beautiful as an oil painting.

But as soon as the live broadcast restarted, those viewers who hadn't left at all, to put it bluntly, were anti-fans. They started banging on the keyboards, and the barrage flooded in like a tide.

The screen was full of vicious and filthy words, and in an instant, the beauty was completely destroyed —

[Yo, I thought the young master didn't dare to start the live broadcast anymore!]

[To lick the boots of the audience for money, have you no shame? Here, young master will give you a huge reward of 0.01 yuan, hahaha!]

[We're gathered here, just waiting to see when Wen Chi, the cancer of the entertainment industry, will fail, heeheehee.]

[Wen Chi, get out of the entertainment industry! Keeping this scourge, the domestic entertainment will go down the drain sooner or later!]

[I think the producers and directors of this program who invited Wen Chi must have had ulterior motives. They're birds of a feather!]

[The director of the program team and Wen Chi, all go to hell! Aishiba!]

Wen Chi has so bloody many anti-fans!

Someone once joked that if Wen Chi's anti-fans got together, they could create a new top star!

Of course, so many anti-fans didn't pop up in just this half month. Most of them were the fans of his rivals who he had offended in the past two years.

These anti-fans were so organized in their actions and so united in their goals. It was as if they had been specially trained, and there seemed to be an invisible hand controlling them behind the scenes.

I really don't understand. Why do they hate Wen Chi so much? If you didn't know, you'd think there was some deep-seated hatred.

In the past, Wen Chi had die-hard fans who would fight for him. But later, when his fan circle collapsed and everyone started to turn against him, it was good enough that those fans didn't backstab him. How could they still speak up for him?

Without any opponents, the anti-fans became even more arrogant and made the live broadcast room a mess. Many viewers didn't even bother to enter.

As a result, the number of viewers in Wen Chi's live broadcast room was firmly at the bottom among the four guests!

As soon as the live broadcast started, the screen of the iPad jumped, switching from the points ranking list to the live broadcast room.

Actually, the program team placed the iPad to let the guests interact with the audience when they had free time, to relieve their boredom and liven up the atmosphere of the program.

For the other three guests, the iPad really played this role well and had a significant effect.

Only in Wen Chi's place, the live broadcast room had become a vent for the anti-fans, and the barrage was basically unbearable to look at.

At this moment, Wen Chi walked a few steps closer to Suisui, and the iPad came into his sight.

He just took a casual glance, and the anti-fans were like cats whose tails had been stepped on!

Embarrassed to scold to his face? Nope, they would only scold more fiercely!

Well, the anti-fans were like being injected with chicken blood and started a carnival.

[Ah! Ugly monster, don't get so close! It's so bloody ugly that it hurts my eyes!]

[Wen Chi, you've got such a thick skin! You still dare to come on the variety show when you've fallen so low? What, is the money in the entertainment industry so easy to earn that you can't bear to leave?]

[I've got your private video with the big shot. Contact me if you don't want it to be exposed! Five hundred thousand yuan to solve the problem for you!]

[Brother, how about I transfer 50 yuan to you? Share it out and let everyone have a good laugh!]

[Do you still need to spend money? There are loads of solid evidence on the Internet!]

[Wen Chi, do your parents know you're so bloody embarrassing outside? I'm afraid they'll kick you out of the house!]

Stimulated by these words, Wen Chi's expression immediately tightened. His eyes went black, and those curses rang in his ears like tinnitus. It was as if an invisible hand was choking his neck, making him unable to breathe. The malicious words were like seawater, drowning him bit by bit...

"Wow —"

A milky shout, as soft as cotton candy.

Suddenly, it broke through Wen Chi's world full of dark clouds and let in a beam of light.

Wen Chi came to his senses, covered in cold sweat.

He looked down and saw Suisui, whose small body was almost sticking to the iPad. Her eyes were shining brightly. She was looking up, and her clear eyes, like a lake, were staring at the screen, reflecting all those dirty words at the bottom.

Wen Chi was just about to say "Don't..." get so close, it's dirty for your eyes.

Suisui secretly stretched out her chubby finger and kept poking at the screen, like a little kitten attracted by something fun and shiny. She was so cheerful!

Although the screen was locked and there was no interaction, Suisui still smiled brightly, just like a little kitten that had secretly eaten a small dried fish!

Her happiness infected Wen Chi, and his mood improved a bit.

Why had he forgotten that Suisui couldn't understand any of these? She was only three and a half years old and still an illiterate little thing.

For her, these curses were not as interesting as the special effects in the live broadcast room.

Those words in her eyes might be little tadpoles, little hearts, little flowers, or maybe even little... poops?

The world of children was always so simple.

Wen Chi smiled slightly. That's right. The anti-fans just kept repeating these words and didn't even bother to change the pattern. What was the point?

"Suisui." Wen Chi called out suddenly.

Suisui immediately put her hands behind her back and pretended nothing had happened. "Ah?" What did he call her for?

"Don't get too close, it'll hurt your eyes."

"Okay —" Suisui calmed down for a while.

With Wen Chi's movement, the camera happened to point at Suisui.

Someone in the live broadcast room became curious:

[Where did this kid come from?]

This was intentional by Wen Chi. Once the viewers saw it, the program team would surely see it soon.

Actually, it was okay to ask directly in front of the camera... Forget it. If Suisui heard it, she would definitely make a fuss.

This little one, who wasn't even as tall as his leg, was so powerful when she cried that he was even a bit scared.

Anyway, once the staff saw it, they would send someone to pick up Suisui... right?

At the program team's headquarters several kilometers away, the staff were debugging the live broadcast equipment.

They were already used to the scene of a large number of anti-fans in Wen Chi's live broadcast room:

"Hey, they're still cursing. Can't these anti-fans just calm down for a while?"

"Can't we ban their accounts?"

"We've already tried. These professional anti-fans each have at least twenty small accounts as a base. Even if we ban them, they can buy new ones. What can we do? We can only hope that Wen Chi doesn't look at it. It's so bloody annoying."

After these words came out, everyone was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, a young man exclaimed "Eh": "Why is there a kid next to Wen Chi?"

His colleague shook his leg calmly: "Director Jian thought that using drones to deliver supplies was too conventional and boring, so he wanted to change to a novel method. I guess this is it."

"Director Jian." The young man understood immediately. As long as it was related to this name, nothing strange seemed unacceptable.

"Then it's okay!"

It was like a small stone falling into the lake, without even causing a single ripple.