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"This is a live online report from New York. Viewers, please look behind us. Today is the fifth suicide... We're now interviewing a passerby to see what he thinks about this."

A beautiful blonde woman is reporting to the camera, but her blonde hair and delicate features make some people feel physically uncomfortable; at such a sad time, the people in front of the television do not feel much sadness, which is truly a sad thing.

"Hi~ Hello, I'm Amy from New York Online. What are your thoughts on the suicides that happened today?" The beautiful female host shoved the microphone toward a well-dressed professional.

"What do I think?! F**KED the internet, to hell with it, they all deserve to go to hell, that's my opinion. See you later, remember, my name is Wood, Mad Wood, see you later, hehehe..."

After speaking, the hot-tempered Mad Wood gave a strange smile and left; Amy, perhaps... she was just a new host who had graduated this year and had never seen such a person before, somewhat at a loss, put away the microphone and said, "This gentleman is a bit agitated, so let's interview the next passerby and see what he thinks."

"Hi~ Hello, I'm Amy from New York Online. What are your thoughts on the suicides today?" Amy's tone was a little nervous, probably still shaken by Mr. Wood.

This time, however, a young Chinese face appeared on television. He wore sunglasses and a sun hat, and his face showed no smile. He simply said seriously, "I can only express my regret. I didn't do it, really. They, like me, are heartbroken. I hope their loved ones can find solace. Let us pray for them, bless their families, and hope that we can all get through this difficult time together. I firmly believe that the internet is the future, it is... Now, everyone is in trouble, and I have lost all my wealth... We should cheer up; we all have a bright future..."

At this moment, millions, tens of millions, or even more people were watching this live broadcast on their televisions.

"Hey, this Chinese guy is really nice. He comforted us. I remember that apart from being a bit stingy and hardworking, Chinese people are all good."

"Yes, they're easy to bully."

People watching on television had a very good impression of this Chinese man and felt deep sympathy for him when they heard that he had lost all his wealth.

"...As long as you have faith..." the young Chinese man continued, "..."

"Bang!"

A muffled thud interrupted the interview.

"OMG, may God bless him."

The young Chinese man probably reacted faster than the reporter, immediately shouting, while the female reporter had blood splattered on her face and glass shards on her body.

"Ah~"

From her voice, it was clear she was terrified. The cameraman, being a news reporter, immediately pointed the camera at the car next to them, where a man was lying. If people didn't have the seven-second memory of a goldfish, they would recognize him as Mr. Wood.

It was probably too gory, so the cameraman only filmed for about 20 or 30 seconds. He immediately turned the camera to the side, wanting the female host to say something. However, what he saw was that the young Chinese man was hugging and comforting the new, beautiful blonde female host.

"Oh~ don't be afraid, don't look, it'll be alright. May God bless him. He's such a pitiful person. May his family find solace in this difficult time. May God have no internet access..."

"That guy's really lucky. I wish I were there," a blond-haired man sighed in front of the TV.

His friend said, "Look at him, he's very kind-hearted."

Viewers on other television sets also felt that the Chinese were really nice; instead of leaving, they comforted the poor little girl.

"She is truly an angel."

Meanwhile, on the scene, the young female host really couldn't continue the live broadcast, and another voice came from the television screen.

"Hey Roger, you're here to replace Amy."

On the television screen, a young man immediately appeared, took the microphone from the young Chinese man, and began the live broadcast, while the camera was pointed at Roger.

However, another sound came from the background of the television.

"Amy, go and rest for a bit. Do you want to see a therapist? The director just said he'd give you a day off."

Amy never appeared on television again, leading some to feel that the show was devoid of any color other than gore.

……

In the evening, Amy woke up and found herself feeling unwell, and she wasn't naked... um!

Where am I? Who am I? I...

"Ah~"

Amy's scream woke up Zhang San next to him. This morning, he had been interviewed and then comforted a little girl until now. He was exhausted, and to make matters worse, he was woken up.

"Who are you!?"

Amy covered her chest with the blanket and then looked at Zhang San warily.

"Hey, you forgot? This morning, you interviewed me, and then you were shocked, you were terrified, it was me..."

Amy then remembered that she had indeed forgotten about what happened that morning. If it couldn't be resolved in one go, it could be done twice. Of course, this seemed to be the first time she had experienced something like this.

Zhang San hadn't expected that there would be such an innocent young girl in a place like North America. Just then, Amy's phone rang; it came from her bag.

She immediately took out her phone and saw the message "MOM." She assumed it was her family, and that they would comfort her after seeing the morning's news. But...

Her phone fell, and then, disregarding the exposure, she just sat there blankly. Zhang San, leaning against the headboard, was already prepared to face her storm of words, but now, he couldn't say anything.

He reached out and carefully patted the woman's shoulder. When she didn't react, he asked softly.

"Are you OK!?"

It was probably Zhang San's voice that brought her back to her senses. She threw herself into Zhang San's arms and burst into loud sobs. Then, disregarding her pain, she began to frantically demand more.

This left Zhang San with no choice but to grit his teeth and bear it, even though he felt completely drained.

"Amy, I can't go on. You're going too far. Let me catch my breath. How about I order some food? We need to replenish our energy to keep going."

Zhang San felt sorry for his fellow countrymen, having been taken advantage of four or five times, and said he couldn't take it anymore; look at that young girl, daring to play so wildly on her first time, he could only say sorry in his heart.