The male supporting character was actually myself.

Already riddled with misdeeds, Jin Chenxi's series of dirty deeds, such as framing, spreading rumors, and launching cyberbullying, have all been exposed, arousing righteous indignation among netizens.

Everyone was clamoring to make Jin Chenxi experience the pain of being stripped naked and cyberbullied, and demanding that the people behind it apologize to the victims who were driven to depression or death by cyberbullying and atone with their own deaths.

Amidst the online frenzy, someone somehow pinned the blame on Wei Jiangchen.

One picture revealed his identity, and another showed that he was paid to do things. Enraged netizens immediately vented all their frustrations on the original owner of this body. Wei Jiangchen, completely unaware of this, inexplicably received abusive phone calls and messages, and even her inbox was flooded with insulting emails.

Wei Jiangchen belatedly tried to defend himself, but the alienation and strange looks from his classmates made him afraid to even leave his dormitory. The people online, besides cursing him and releasing more information about him, completely ignored his explanations.

He was bombarded with a deluge of short essays, filled with all sorts of unknown "insider information" and "details," leaving him utterly speechless.

All of the original owner's information was exposed, leaving not a single shred of privacy.

A person who has absolutely no connection to this matter has been subjected to countless accusations and insults, becoming the center of cyberbullying.

No one listened to his explanation, no one cared what kind of person he was, and no one tried to find out the truth.

More and more baseless accusations were thrown at him, and some people even sent him paper coffins, paper shrouds and portraits to curse him to die quickly.

Someone threatened him, saying that he had already been hired by the company where he was about to do an internship, and that if they dared to give him a job, they would go bankrupt.

Someone openly denounced his school, demanding that this filthy piece of trash, who has no moral compass and is unworthy of being human, be expelled from the school...

Wei Jiangchen went to the police station, but to no avail.

The online mob was registering new accounts much faster than banning existing ones. Everywhere they could receive messages was filled with insults. Even the dormitory hallways were filled with veiled criticisms and accusations that he was dragging down the school's reputation. There were also fanatical fans of internet celebrities who sought revenge for their idols through various channels.

Wei Jiangchen didn't even dare to stay in the dormitory anymore.

He didn't have any more money, so he covered himself up tightly and went to the cheapest hotel in the alley behind the school to stay.

The original owner, isolated and helpless, was driven to the brink of collapse by the insults and abuse, yet powerless to retaliate against the virtual network that brought real harm.

The dual torment of physical and mental suffering quickly broke Wei Jiangchen down. He felt he couldn't hold on any longer and, with nowhere else to turn, he used his last bit of money to buy some charcoal, intending to end his life in this dimly lit little room.

Perhaps only by paying a bloody price can those violent netizens calm down, properly examine their behavior, and put an end to this cyberbullying?

This reflects the original owner's pessimistic view.

"Suicide won't solve anything!" Jiang Chen got out of bed, got up, drew back the curtains, and opened the window to let fresh air in. The stuffy feeling in the room caused by burning charcoal was instantly swept away.

He knew that an unseen observer was watching his every move, and he sneered, reminding him: "If you die, it will only make your loved ones grieve and your enemies rejoice!"

Those violent netizens won't reflect on their actions; they'll just watch the spectacle and vent their darkest, most negative emotions.

If you really commit suicide, at most you'll get a few sighs of pity from kind-hearted people.

On the contrary, those who want you dead will be all smiles after achieving their goal, and they will also throw more mud at you, saying that you are an incompetent piece of trash who deserved to die!

If you haven't done anything wrong, you should live a more fulfilling life when facing difficulties.

Cyberbullying? Ha, just a bunch of keyboard warriors who don't have the guts to stand in the sunlight. They don't care about the truth. They just want to party, pretending to stand on moral high ground to criticize others. They're all pathetic losers trying to find a sense of existence in the virtual world.

How many truly capable and successful people would be led by the nose, blindly follow others, and abandon their own thinking? And how many would waste their precious time by hurling insults at others online?

Punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes is incredibly foolish!

Floating in the void, Meng Xiaosu looked at the clear "big screen" in front of him and heard the other party's powerful words, and suddenly felt enlightened.

"I'm the most stupid idiot!" He held his head in his hands, feeling extremely ashamed.

Even though her grades were so good, she could have easily gotten into a good university if she had just kept up the good work. But she couldn't accept it, gave up on herself, couldn't concentrate in class, and was too lazy to even do her homework.

What's the point of ruining your promising future?

Will the scumbag realize his mistake?

No! If he had any affection for me at all, he wouldn't have schemed to deny his own son living expenses. He would only insist on using his suicide attempt as an excuse to extort money from the school!

It's such a pity that such a responsible teacher, after working so hard, still had to take the blame for his own suicide.

I feel ashamed of my mother. She gave birth to me and raised me, and even though she was betrayed, she persevered through it all. She went from a pampered lady who never lifted a finger to a lowly woman who worked three jobs a day. She never complained and patiently guided me, but I was so foolish that I couldn't listen to anything she said.

He only coveted the benefits of being a rich young master, and even complained about his mother's incompetence. How selfish he was!

Meng Xiaosu slapped herself hard across the face. "You're a real jerk! If... if I could do it all over again, I would definitely study hard to repay my mother and make that scumbag pay the price!"

Jiang Chen had no idea what Meng Xiaosu, who was observing, was thinking. He took a moment to realize that he was very hungry.

The original owner was so tormented that he suffered a mental breakdown and hadn't eaten properly for several days.

“Being cruel to yourself is being merciful to your enemies. They all want to force you to your death, so why should you give in to their wishes? Only by living can you have a chance to turn things around. Choosing to die when you're at your lowest point will only make you a laughingstock.” Jiang Chen looked around the room, which was cramped and contained only a single bed and a small table, without even a bottle of water.

The fluffy little ball stood up unsteadily, its tongue lolling out, "Master, what should we do next?"

"With charcoal readily available, of course I'll fill my stomach first." He took some meat skewers from the food maker and put them directly on the perfectly burning charcoal to slowly grill. "How can I have the energy to fight if I'm not full? Keyboard warriors only hide in the shadows of the internet to vent their dissatisfaction. Does anyone dare to stand up and challenge me one-on-one?"

Aren't those internet celebrities' fanatical fans only capable of holding up banners, shouting slogans, and throwing eggs?

None of that matters. The key issue is finding the mastermind behind this frame-up—Jin Chenxi.

Smelling the aroma of roasted meat, the fluffy little dumpling licked its lips, smacked its lips, and plopped down, waiting to be served. "Then, how do we find it? Should we send out the assassin cat?"

"Of course not." Jiang Chen flipped the meat skewers with one hand and took out Zhen Youqian's piggy bank in the system space with the other. He put two old-looking bottles and jars into it, and the bank card, which originally had only two digits left, quickly grew to eight digits.

Money can solve 95% of life's troubles, and the remaining 5% can also be alleviated with money.

No money? If you don't have money, why don't you try to earn it? Do you think money will come in if you waste your time?

"This level of cyberbullying is nothing. Look at those glamorous celebrities when they are attacked by the whole internet. Aren't they all in a worse situation than this? Why don't they all suffer from depression and commit suicide?" He sprinkled some cumin on the meat skewers and explained slowly, "Of course, it's because they have money, and they know that cyberbullying won't last. They can just tough it out and it will be fine."

For professional matters, it's best to leave them to professionals.

Jin Chenxi isn't the only professional troll in the world who can write lengthy posts; don't forget there's an even more powerful team called a PR firm.

The fluffy little ball of fluff rolled its eyes in disbelief. "Huh? The kind of PR company that can turn black into white? But... Host, wouldn't it be easier for me to do this?"

"You're feeling dizzy right now, you should just curl up and go to sleep. Problems that can be solved with money aren't really problems. Let the PR firm stir things up first, then I'll go find Jin Chenxi herself, and the rest can be left to those fickle online trolls."

"Meow~ As expected of the host I chose, your actions were as fierce as a tiger! My host is the best, I can just eat and drink and wait to win without lifting a finger, hehehe..."

Chapter Three: Leave professional matters to professionals.

Is this the difference in mindset and approach among different people facing the same situation?

Meng Xiaosu watched as the other person leisurely ate his skewers, and felt boundless admiration for him.

Fate ordained them to burn charcoal; some chose death, while others chose to create delicious food. He was subjected to online harassment, his privacy completely exposed, and he was insulted, slandered, cursed, and mocked, yet he managed to shake off his despair and fill his stomach with kebabs.

You need to be well-fed to have the energy to fight...

That's so well said!

Looking at myself, am I really that helpless and desperate?

He had no relatives to support him and could only rely on himself. Now, being cyberbullied, he had no one to talk to.

And what about myself? My mother worked so hard to protect me from the wind and rain. Although my food and clothing were not good, I was always dressed cleanly and kept warm. I ate my fill of simple meals and didn't have to worry about anything except studying hard.

However, he still couldn't get over it and became depressed. He compared his previous comfortable life with his terrible situation. He ignored his teacher's earnest advice and, feeling that it was useless, he jumped off a building to commit suicide and try to end his life.

Compared to the opponent's ability to withstand attacks, it's utterly pathetic!

"Everyone's ability to cope is different, but we all have to face the complexities of society. So, cultivating a strong inner self and not giving up on yourself is one of the most important practices in life." After eating and drinking his fill, Jiang Chen packed his luggage, put on a mask, checked out of his hotel, went shopping, bought some new clothes, and even bought a new phone and a SIM card at the mall.

The original owner's old phone was outdated; his phone number had been leaked, and it was overflowing with insults on various social media platforms, probably making it slow to boot up. He needed to find the contact information for the public relations company in the current mission world, so he naturally didn't need the old phone.

With a new hairstyle and outfit, Wei Jiangchen, now staying in a high-end hotel, has transformed from a down-on-his-luck student into a dazzling and eye-catching young nobleman.

"Meow meow meow?" The slightly tipsy fluffy ball rubbed its cheeks, looking completely bewildered. "Host, Meng Xiaosu can't learn this trick, can he? He doesn't have any money power."

Jiang Chen casually glanced at the ads that appeared on the webpage and said, "He may not have the ability to make money, but he has the Best Supporting Actor to help him. Isn't the Best Supporting Actor someone who can provide whatever the protagonist needs? Even the rewards issued by the main system are indirectly for the purpose of helping the protagonist."

As long as Meng Xiaosu learns how to counterattack more quickly and effectively, the main system will naturally assign tasks for the Best Supporting Actor to complete.

"Hiccup! Host, you're right!" The little white cat gave a thumbs up, but couldn't quite come up with a compliment. It just slumped onto his shoulder and started to snore away.

The internet is full of posts insulting the original owner. Jiang Chen frowned, shook his head, and sighed: Are they all really that idle? Doesn't the mission world have a 996 work schedule? Is it because they have too little work and not enough assignments that these people have the time and energy to keep chasing and cyberbullying others?

Well, it's also possible that they're just a bunch of people who profit from tragedy. The more rumors they spread and the harsher their insults, the greater the benefits they'll gain in attracting attention and traffic.

A search online yielded numerous results for public relations firms, and Jiang Chen quickly selected one located in the city that she could meet with immediately for a detailed discussion.

We agreed to meet at the coffee shop downstairs from his hotel.

The other person was short and chubby, with a round face and a kind smile. He was wearing a melon-shaped hat and didn't look like someone who did this kind of work at all.

"My name is Peng Ziyang, and I'm the manager of the public relations team." His eyes lit up when he saw Wei Jiangchen, who was currently at the center of online bullying. Having dealt with the entertainment industry from time to time, he had a keen eye for people. "Handsome guy, have you ever considered developing a career in the entertainment industry? With your looks, you could become an instant sensation with just a little makeover!"

Wei Jiangchen's privacy has been completely exposed online, and naturally, many of her photos have been leaked.

But those photos only showed well-proportioned features; they lacked a striking presence. What's more important than appearance? Of course, it's charisma!

Even an ordinary-looking person can stand out if they have an extraordinary temperament, let alone the person in front of you with exquisite features and a noble temperament, who exudes the composure, magnanimity, and a commanding presence of a superior.

Peng Ziyang could immediately picture this guy entering the entertainment industry: his period drama look would be that of an unparalleled, elegant gentleman; and his modern look would easily outshine a whole host of effeminate young heartthrobs…

Jiang Chen: o﹏o

“Mr. Peng, I’m here to discuss a collaboration.” He frowned, sensing that the other man’s gaze suggested something unpleasant. “I prefer to collaborate with capable people. Mr. Peng’s behavior makes me doubt your professional competence.”

Peng Ziyang: !!(o'?'o?)?

"No, no, no, Mr. Wei, please don't misunderstand. Our company's professional capabilities are absolutely guaranteed!" Hearing the client say this, Peng Ziyang's face turned serious, and his amiable, kind smile disappeared, making him seem quite like someone who could get things done.

He took out a stack of documents from his briefcase. “Mr. Wei, please take a look. Our company has extensive public relations experience and frequently deals with various entertainment companies. We are absolutely capable of handling your case.”

Jiang Chen casually flipped through the documents, showing little interest in the packaged materials.

If this one doesn't work, we'll try another. Let's see if they can control the situation first.

You should know my situation very well.

“Absolutely!” Peng Ziyang nodded seriously. “Those of us in this line of work have to stay informed about online trends. After Mr. Wei contacted us, our team did a simple analysis.”

Starting with just two pictures and fabricating stories is a low-class tactic in the industry.

However, to create this negative trend and achieve its current widespread online buzz, we believe there must be an online troll army secretly fueling it. Even if your situation is true, let alone a false accusation, our professional team will handle it flawlessly and guarantee your satisfaction!

It's no big deal.

To be honest, Mr. Wei, those celebrities can easily clear their names of cheating, having affairs, being a mistress, surrogacy, or even domestic violence, hit-and-run, prostitution, and drug use. In comparison, the most troublesome thing about your case is that too much information has been dug up and it's hard to delete. It's just a bit disgusting.

However, if Mr. Wei is really interested in making his debut, this could be a great starting point for hype...

Is this thing any good or not?