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The chairs in the hospital corridor were cold and hard.

The short-haired woman sat there, clutching a piece of paper in her hand.

She stared at the word "positive" on the report for ten minutes.

The doctor's words echoed in my ears, "I suggest you tell your partner to get tested."

She didn't listen.

She only remembered that when the doctor said "positive," his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring her.

My phone vibrated.

She looked down.

My foreign boyfriend sent me a WeChat message: "I've found a new girlfriend, don't contact me anymore."

She stared at the line of text, reading it word by word.

I hovered my finger over the screen, typed a line of text, and then deleted it.

Type another line, then delete it.

In the end, nothing was sent.

My phone vibrated again; it was a message from my best friend: "How did it go?"

She typed, deleted, typed again, and deleted again.

Finally, he sent two words: "Positive".

There was silence on the other end for a very long time, so long that she thought the phone was broken.

"I'm afraid of getting infected. Take care of yourself."

Then her profile picture went gray, she refreshed the page, but she couldn't see her Moments.

She sat alone in the corridor.

The cleaning lady came over to mop the floor, glanced at her, and didn't say anything.

Outside the window, the light changed to darkness, and then to blackness.

She stood up and walked out, crumpling the report into a ball and throwing it into the trash can as she passed it.

Back at the hotel, she drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and tossed her phone onto the bedside table.

She lay in bed for two days without leaving her room, washing her face, or changing her clothes.

The takeout boxes were piled up at the door, and she didn't open it when the hotel cleaner knocked.

The phone screen alternates between bright and dark.

She found her foreign boyfriend's WeChat account, went to his Moments, and saw that the latest post was from yesterday.

In the photo, he is embracing a blonde woman and smiling happily.

Caption: "A new beginning."

She stared at the photo, her fingers squeaking as she gripped the phone case.

On the third day, in the early morning, she couldn't sleep and mechanically scrolled through Douyin (TikTok).

A video was featured on the homepage.

A man got out of a taxi and bent down to light a cigarette.

The comments section was flooded with people calling him "husband," praising his "handsomeness," and saying he was "the most gentle person on the entire internet."

She stared at that face, her nails digging into her palms.

It's him!

The man who exposed everything on the plane.

If he hadn't been so talkative, her foreign boyfriend wouldn't have run away, her best friend wouldn't have disliked her, she wouldn't have gone to the hospital for a checkup, and she wouldn't have received that report. Her life has become so terrible all because of him.

It's all that man's fault.

I came across several videos taken by passersby, showing people entering and leaving the hotel and eating grilled shrimp at the night market.

The lowest view count was a few hundred thousand, while the highest had already exceeded 100 million.

The crowd below was praising him for being handsome, gentle, and well-mannered.

She stared at the face on the screen, her lips pursed downwards.

He was hailed as a god by the entire internet, while she was trampled into the mud by the whole world.

On what grounds?

She registered an account and started typing.

"I witnessed this person maliciously slandering foreign friends on the plane. He incited xenophobia and undermined Sino-foreign friendship. Why is someone like that so popular?"

Accompanying a candid photo of her back taken from the plane.

Send it out.

Registered another one.

"He discriminates against foreigners, uses vulgar language, and has no manners whatsoever. Everyone can see his true colors."

Register another one.

"The foreigner he attacked is my friend. He did nothing wrong, yet he publicly humiliated him. Is this the kind of quality Chinese people have?"

After sending it, she stared at the screen.

The first comment came in: "Really? He's actually that kind of person?"

She laughed out loud.

Within minutes, the comment section was completely overrun, with malice flooding in like a burst dam, instantly swallowing up all the scattered dissenting voices.

A deluge of insults swept in, each comment laced with venomous malice.

"I knew it! How could an ordinary person with no work or background suddenly become an internet sensation overnight, with even a candid shot taken by a passerby getting tens of millions of views? There must be a capital team behind them manipulating things, buying traffic, creating a persona, and playing a very clever game!"

"He puts on an act of being aloof, noble, gentle, and well-mannered, but it was all an act. He's actually so dark and narrow-minded inside. It's disgusting! I'm unfollowing him immediately. I never want to see him again in my life!"

"What did those foreign friends do to him? Just because they are foreigners, he maliciously slanders and publicly humiliates them. This is blatant narrow-minded nationalism, and he has completely disgraced the Chinese people. This kind of person should be nailed to the pillar of shame!"

The insults intensified, and the popularity skyrocketed. Bystanders and netizens were drawn into the fray, transforming into champions of justice and launching a scathing attack on Chen Mo, whom they had never met.

Marketing accounts, drawn by the prospect of generating traffic, flocked to the site, taking screenshots out of context, embellishing them, and publishing press releases with increasingly sensational headlines.

Shocking! Top celebrity Chen Mo's true colors exposed: he discriminated against foreigners in public.

Chen Mo, who became famous because of his persona, is actually morally corrupt and unworthy of his position.

They frantically incite public opinion and reap the benefits of increased online traffic.

Fandom trolls, extreme sympathizers, and bandwagon haters flooded in, turning the once praise-filled comment section into a deluge of vulgar language.

"Get out of Douyin right now! Stop polluting everyone's eyes, you hypocrite!"

"Ban him! This kind of morally corrupt person doesn't deserve attention or be liked!"

"They look respectable, but their hearts are so black. If they're jealous of foreign friends, they should just say so. Why resort to these despicable tactics!"

The criticism grew louder and louder.

Someone took a screenshot and posted it on Weibo, and the topic quickly became a trending topic.

The man's face was trending at number one on the hot search list, but nobody knew his name.

When Su Yao saw the trending topic, she was having dinner with her new boyfriend.

She stared at the face in the video: a white shirt, light khaki pants, and a watch on his wrist.

He's more handsome and sophisticated than when we broke up.

She felt a tightness in her chest. Why?

The poor guy who supported her for three years is now living a better life than her?

She remembered him eating instant noodles in this room.

She recalled how he would transfer money to her card every month, leaving her with only a three-digit balance.

Where did he get the money to buy these?

She typed a line of text.

My finger hovers over "send".

She recalled the way Chen Mo looked at her on the day they broke up; it was as if he were looking at a stranger.

She pressed it.

"I'm his ex-girlfriend. His name is Chen Mo. He's an ordinary office worker with a bachelor's degree from a second-tier university, earning 7,000 yuan a month. His family still has more than 200,000 yuan in debt. His father has uremia, his mother farms, and his sister is in high school."

He couldn't possibly afford all those designer clothes and that watch; they're definitely fake. He's incredibly vain and always tried to put on a show of wealth beyond his means.

I included a few old photos.

He was wearing a faded old hoodie and squatting in his rented room eating instant noodles.

The comments section exploded again.

"Chen Mo? That's a nice-sounding name."

"I knew he looked expensive, but he's just a poor kid trying to put on a show!"

"Over 200,000 yuan in debt and still pretending to be a rich kid? It's a shame he's not an actor with that kind of acting skill. Is he just scamming fans out of money and pretending to be a rich young master?"

"Turns out he wasn't really rich, he was just decked out in counterfeit goods from head to toe! That's outrageous!"

"Fans, wake up! The so-called 'noble' male god you're idolizing can't even afford the real thing; he's wearing cheap, low-quality stuff. It's ridiculous!"

"His ex-girlfriend has come out and exposed him. He really is a poor kid pretending to be a rich kid, a complete fake, bursting with vanity, and his character is rotten to the core!"

Someone dug up a blurry image of Chen Mo, maliciously photoshopped it to make him look ugly, and posted it on various social media platforms;

Some people fabricated baseless accusations against him, saying he was a bully in the workplace, had a violent temper, and dressed smartly.

Even his appearance and clothing became targets of attack, with people mocking him for being pretentious and having a dowdy style.

The private messaging section was even worse, filled with curses, insults, and threats, each one radiating hostility.

Chen Mo completely dominated the trending topics list.

#ChenMoGetOutOfThePublicScenes#

#ChenMoDiscriminatesAgainstForeigners#

#ChenMo's public image collapses#

The three topics firmly occupied the top three spots, and the number of views exceeded one billion in minutes. The entire internet was condemning this "morally corrupt" ordinary person. The one-sided suppression of public opinion left Chen Mo in a desperate situation where he could not defend himself, as if he had done something heinous and everyone had the right to kill him.

Some people started digging up his "dark history," some said he "deliberately created a persona to attract traffic," and some called for "banning him."

Lu Xingyao saw a trending topic about flight attendants' dormitories and turned pale with anger.

She knows the truth.

She was on that plane and witnessed firsthand the two foreigners' slinking away after they were exposed.

She opened the comments section and left a message.

"I was a flight attendant on that flight. Chen Mo didn't slander anyone. It was those two foreigners who impersonated executives to scam the Chinese girl, and he exposed them."

Comments are posted and buried within seconds.

"Airline stewardess?"

"Another one who's been bribed?"

"Are you having an affair with him too?"

Someone posted a screenshot, saying that their accomplices had appeared.

Her private messages were flooded with insults, including "cheap," "brainwashed," and "shameless."

She bit her lip and placed her phone face down on the table.

Lin Yue jumped out of bed, nearly dropping his phone.

He called Chen Mo, but his phone was off.

I tried calling again, but the phone was still off.

I can't send a WeChat message, and the other party hasn't replied.

He paced anxiously in the room.

He opened the stock trading software and bought stocks as Chen Mo suggested. In just over two days, he has already made a profit of 40,000 yuan.

This is more than he earned from making Douyin videos for several months. He stared at the numbers on the screen, his palms sweating profusely.

He had never made so much money in two days in his entire life; Chen Mo was now his god of wealth.

He opened the editing software and found the complete video recorded on the plane.

The short-haired woman boasted about her foreign boyfriend and belittled Chinese men; the two foreigners became enraged after being exposed; Chen Mo didn't say a single offensive word from beginning to end.

He stared at the screen, his hand on the "Publish" button.

I can't bring myself to press it. Chen Mo had told me, "Don't post it."

He gritted his teeth, threw his phone on the bed, and decided to wait a little longer.

If Brother Mo doesn't allow it, then it can't be posted.

What he says goes.

He sent Chen Mo a message: "Brother Mo, something's happened. Turn on your phone and contact me immediately."

The plane flew smoothly.

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Outside the window, the clouds were a vast expanse of white.

The phone was turned off and lay quietly in my pocket.

Unbeknownst to him, his name was currently trending at number one on the hot search list.

The entire internet is criticizing him.