A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

"puff."

Bai Che's laughter sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent dormitory.

He quickly realized his mistake, hurriedly suppressed his laughter, and patted Wang Tao on the shoulder: "Sorry, Taozi, I've received very strict training, and I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it! Seek medical attention immediately."

Wang Tao reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger.

His face flushed red, and he pointed at Bai Che with extreme shame and indignation, then at the innocent, chubby white man next to him, so angry that he was incoherent.

"You...you...you're slandering me! It's defamation! I didn't! I'm not! Don't talk nonsense!"

His voice was trembling, half from anger and half from shame.

Big White blinked its round electronic eyes, tilted its head, seemingly unable to understand why the human in front of it was experiencing such intense emotional fluctuations.

It faithfully followed the procedure, continuing in a soft, endearing tone: "Based on your heart rate and adrenaline levels, you are currently experiencing extreme embarrassment and shame. I will provide you with a hug to relieve your emotional stress."

As he spoke, Big White took a small step forward with his chubby body and opened his arms.

"Don't come any closer!" Wang Tao was so frightened that he backed away and fell into his chair with a thud, as if Da Bai were some kind of monster.

Outside the dormitory, the sound of students talking could be heard in the corridor.

"Was there any noise in 302 just now?"

"It sounds like Wang Tao is screaming; he's probably having another fit of madness."

Listening to the noise outside, Wang Tao wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He had never been so humiliated in his life.

Seeing Wang Tao's utterly hopeless expression, Bai Che finally had a change of heart and said to Da Bai, "Da Bai, stop the program and put it into standby mode."

"Okay, Bai Che." Da Bai responded, slowly lowering his arms, the light in his eyes dimming, returning to a quiet white model.

Bai Che picked up his phone and glanced at it, only to find that Bilibili's backend messages had exploded, with notification sounds coming incessantly.

He clicked on the video, and within just over ten minutes, the number of views exceeded 50,000, with more than 3,000 comments.

The vast majority of comments came from fans who flooded in under the "Hardcore Disassembly King" banner, and the content was a chaotic mess.

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! Even Brother Wang personally stepped in to debunk the fake content, and the uploader still hasn't deleted the video?"

"Clown blogger, come out and take your beating!"

"I have reported this incident for fabricating false information and trying to gain attention."

"My dog ​​wouldn't even bother to pee on this crappy plastic model."

"Upstairs, your dog has quite the taste."

Bai Che scrolled through the comments with a blank expression.

He originally just wanted to complete the mission discreetly, but now it seems that someone is deliberately making him want to be slapped.

There's nothing we can do about that.

He glanced at Wang Tao, who had become socially dead and was huddled in a corner in isolation, and an idea popped into his head.

He directly changed his Bilibili profile signature and then enabled the live streaming function.

The live stream title was simple and direct: "Online Q&A, and a rebuttal to a certain content creator."

The moment the live stream started, thousands of people flooded in.

Clearly, most of the viewers were casual observers who came from the video's comment section and fans of the "hardcore disassembly king."

The screen was instantly filled with comments.

"Oh, a scammer actually dares to do a live stream?"

"Is the streamer going to demonstrate how to paint a model?"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Sunflower seeds, peanuts, and bottled water are for sale in the front row!"

"The streamer is quite handsome, but unfortunately, he's not very bright."

"Stop pretending and apologize to Brother Wang right now!"

Bai Che ignored the taunts. He fixed his phone with a stand and steadily pointed the camera at the big white figure by the wall.

Then, he spoke calmly, his voice carrying throughout the entire live stream room via the microphone.

"Big White, say hello to everyone."

In the live stream, thousands of viewers were preparing to continue typing away and mocking.

However, the next second, all of their movements froze.

In the live stream, the white, chubby figure they called a "low-quality plastic model" had its previously dim eye halos light up again.

It turned its head slightly to face the camera, and then slowly, even somewhat clumsily, raised its chubby right arm and waved it.

The same soft, cute electronic voice as in the movie rang out clearly.

"Hello everyone, I'm Baymax."

The chat in the live stream froze for a strange three seconds at that moment.

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on time.

Three seconds later, the barrage of comments exploded.

"Holy crap???"

Holy crap!!!!

"Is there something wrong with my eye? It's moving?"

"That voice...that voice isn't dubbed, is it?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This must be special effects! Yes, advanced CG compositing!"

"Hey upstairs, can your CG be streamed live in real time? With such low latency?"

The number of viewers in the live stream began to climb at an alarming rate, instantly jumping from a few thousand to over ten thousand, and it was still growing wildly.

Someone immediately raised a question.

"It's definitely pre-recorded audio! The host just pressed play! Try making it say something else!"

This comment immediately garnered countless likes.

"Yes! Let him try something we've never heard of before!"

"If you're so capable, why don't you make it sing a song?"

Bai Che looked at the comments, his expression remaining calm.

He seemed to have anticipated such questions.

He looked at Baymax, his tone casual as if chatting with a friend: "Baymax, do what everyone wants. They want to hear you sing, so sing 'The Lone Warrior'."

The viewers in the live stream held their breath, all eyes glued to the screen.

Upon receiving the instruction, Baymax tilted its head slightly, seemingly searching the database.

Two seconds later, its soft, cute electronic voice sounded again, singing in a strange way that was devoid of emotion but with incredibly precise pitch.

"You are brave, your forehead wound is different, you don't need to hide it..."

The singing was extremely unpleasant, like an emotionless robot reading a script, but every word and every tone matched the melody of "The Lone Warrior" perfectly.

Now, no one questioned whether the audio was pre-recorded.

The live stream chat went completely crazy.

The barrage of comments went from a screen full of "Holy crap" to a dense string of "???", eventually coalescing into a single sentence.

"Is this for real?!"