Will the plagiarism girl be a substitute for the preference for women?

When she used this skill, a sudden spinning kick woke her from her sleep, and the blanket was already kicked aside.

When China returned from her stroll outside, where she was brainstorming ideas, she happened to witness this scene and was stunned.

Xiangzi's cheeks flushed slightly.

The poise of a noble lady seemed to have vanished completely at this moment.

"I didn't expect you to be dreaming about Diablo 3, huh? If you had been playing Monster Hunter last night..." China trailed off, her words trailing off.

"What will happen?" Xiangzi asked, trying to appear calm as he neatly folded the disheveled blankets.

"I'm afraid you'll do a front flip and split the bed in two," China said, unable to suppress a laugh.

Xiangzi's gaze fell on the Switch on the bed, and he couldn't help but purse his lips. Then he got out of bed, shook his messy hair to shake off the lingering sleepiness, and when he glanced at the time, it was already past nine in the morning.

It's hard to imagine that I, who used to live a disciplined and well-organized life, would play games until after 1 a.m.

"I've been under too much pressure, I should release it a bit~", China said, looking at Shoko's self-pitying expression. "Also, thank you for helping me farm equipment."

Xiangzi shook his head: "Once you indulge yourself, you break a hole, and it becomes increasingly difficult to mend it later."

"Let's treat this as training for when the game is replayed," China said, moving Shoko to the dressing table and picking up a hair comb.

"No, I can do it myself..."

Xiangzi had just reached out his hand when Qiannai stopped him.

"My sister covered for me for so long last night and even showed off such a great live arrangement, so let me treat you!"

"..." Xiangzi remained silent, and then, while Qiannai was combing his hair, he watched a clip of the live stream.

"The editing techniques are indeed very...advanced. It seems the salary paid to them was worthwhile. By the way, are you planning to do a game review or a casual talk next time?"

“Um…”, China stopped combing her hair, “I have an operational task to hand over to my sister.”

"Please say."

"I plan to train troops."

"What?" Xiangzi couldn't help but turn around.

"That's right. You mentioned yesterday the situation of viewers criticizing others. If I say during the live stream that you shouldn't criticize others, even though it's advice, some viewers will see it as scolding fans because there is no subordinate or hierarchical relationship between me and the viewers. To them, this is an obstacle to freedom of speech."

This subtle point of view puzzled Xiangzi, but she still tried to digest and understand it.

China continued:

“I have also seen many fans who are willing to defend me in some comments, which I am quite touched by. However, there are also those who are not tactful or too aggressive in their arguments. Of course, I can't tell them myself, ‘When you refute others, don't do xxx, but do xxx,’ or that would be like training fans.”

"So, help me find a public relations team and assemble a group of people who, on the surface, don't belong to..."

Chapter 186 A Heartwarming Reunion

"Standing at the forefront of public opinion, and having secured such a large share of the virtual YouTuber market, every little thing could be used against us... We can't afford to lose this battle for public opinion, otherwise..."

When China solemnly told her, her eyes involuntarily glazed over, and her fingertips trembled.

Memories of her past life, filtered through a deep red lens, rushed into her mind.

[Plagiarism]

The comments that were originally just size 4 font on the screen became huge, monstrous characters that jumped off the screen and kept flashing before my eyes.

He was falsely accused of plagiarism, subjected to online harassment, lost his reputation, and even had his identity exposed. He had no public relations efforts and was driven to a dead end, feeling lonely and helpless. Meanwhile, the person who "proved" him gained a lot of traffic.

Ultimately, Yu was hospitalized after overdosing on medication during her depression...

……

"Chika!" Shoko gripped her trembling hand tightly, steadying her swaying body as she lost consciousness.

"I, I'm fine..."

China blinked, and it took her a while to focus her gaze on reality.

"Get me the Laura Cialis, it's in the green box on the bedside table."

“Okay…” Xiangzi gently helped Qiannai to a chair and handed her water and anti-anxiety medication.

After taking the medicine and calming down a bit, Qianna pondered for a moment and said:

"Please forgive me for my odd statement just now, mentioning both military training and combat; in short, we need to invest heavily in public relations..."

"Then, I'd like to add a few more expectations to the plan for building the fan group: reduce the phenomenon of fans belittling other groups; avoid overreacting to negative comments to the point of witch hunts; and allow for different voices."

Xiangzi sensed that the unstable mind before him yearned for a thick layer of protection to prevent himself from collapsing.

If it has armor covered with dense spikes, naturally no one will dare to approach it.

But she was also afraid of hurting others, so she hoped that the protective layer would be flexible, able to protect herself without harming others.

This is a luxury, and as Qiannai said, there is no subordinate relationship between fans and herself. "Managing fans" is a vague term, and she can only try her best to spread the atmosphere of "staying rational" in the fan circle.

"I'll discuss these points with PR. Now, let's..."

Xiangzi had intended to explain today's plans, but then changed his mind and said, "Why don't you sit at home and rest for a bit? I'll go out and buy some food... Would you like a drink?"

"Sweet and sour lemon tea, 50% sugar, please."

"Ok."

After Xiangzi left, Qiannai habitually opened her phone, and was about to subconsciously search for the arguments between the opponents and the fans, but then stopped.

Constantly searching for negative content is a kind of illness...

There exists a psychological tendency in humans to...torture themselves within the realm of safe behavior in order to satisfy a need for stimulation.

The original owner, who had just appeared, sat on the computer desk and crossed his legs.

For example, watching horror videos or smelling strong, pungent odors... Of course, if you're a germaphobe, you probably wouldn't do that, right?

It's all stuff that tortures you, but doesn't actually harm your body.

Visiting black mud (a derogatory term for online forums or online communities) is one such example. It's negative and upsetting, making people feel uncomfortable and angry, like seeing history...

The original owner smacked his lips, shook his head, and leaned closer to China.

Anyway, stop looking at history, okay? Leave these things to PR and don't worry about them anymore. If you want to see something, look at the praise in the top comments section, pick a few to reply to and express your gratitude.

Then go and embrace your life to the fullest. Don't forget to visit RiNG and hang out with them, don't forget to write music for Mu, and don't forget that cool drone light show.

"Ah... okay."

After much persuasion from the original owner, Qian Nai let out a long sigh, put down her phone, walked to the window, and gazed at the bright sunshine.

"When my sister comes back, let's take her out for steak. We absolutely have to have this celebration party."

…………

outdoor.

Xiangzi had something he was thinking about confirming yesterday.

But even today, I still hesitate to ask directly.

Chika said that they would have to face the truth about their relationship someday.

But what if we don't actively confront it...?

"Hey, have you been discharged from the hospital?"

A weary voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm working."

The last time Xiangzi spoke with his father was at the hospital, where he only asked about his father's health and then said, "You'll have to work to pay for your medical expenses yourself" before leaving.

The father lay on the bed in a daze, unaware of the occasional throbbing pain in his ribs and face, and completely oblivious to what had happened before he lost consciousness.

However, I dreamt of the most incomprehensible thing my wife did fifteen years ago, something I felt helpless about.

"Where do you work?" Xiangzi remained skeptical.

"Xiangzi, this medical expense was paid by your mother..."

"No way!" Xiangzi interrupted vehemently. "Don't worry about where I got this money right now. I've rented a new place. Where are you?"

"I'll just continue living in my old house... and please don't worry about where I'm working, I'll be able to pay it back soon."

"What... Hey!"

Beep?? Beep??

The phone hangs up.

Xiangzi took a deep breath and dialed the number again, but the call didn't go through.

"That bastard... was he just drunk and talking nonsense..."

Xiangzi immediately hailed a taxi and headed to the Akabane Ward where he used to live.

……

Upon arriving at his former rented room, Xiangzi hurriedly got off the bus and slammed the door open, only to find that the empty wine bottles on the floor had been cleaned up and the room was deserted.

"Damn it..." Xiangzi covered his forehead and closed his eyes tightly.

Just then, she heard tired footsteps behind her, each step accompanied by the sound of shoes scraping against the ground, sounding somewhat unsteady.

Turning his head, Xiangzi saw his father carrying an empty sack, with some small denomination banknotes vaguely visible in his trouser pocket.

"You just went to..." Xiangzi frowned in confusion.

“…Selling scrap metal,” the father stammered, seemingly out of pride not to reveal the details of his job.

"You say you can pay it back quickly? I'd think you were in pachinko parlor."

"Business is indeed a huge gamble."

At that moment, another middle-aged woman's voice came from behind the door.

She had the same blue hair as Xiangzi, and wore a grey and white silk scarf with a princely check print tied in front of her pure black knitted coat, giving her a rather dignified aura.

"However, your father lost very badly."

As the middle-aged woman entered the house, Xiangzi involuntarily took a half step back.

She also noticed that her father had lowered his head, whether out of shame for her mother's words or because...

"You bastard father, did you trick me into coming here?" Xiangzi shouted.

"Why are you so rude after being away from home for a year?" the middle-aged woman asked, head held high.

"Mother is really high and mighty, she can't stand seeing ordinary country folk." Xiangzi glared at her disdainfully.

“Please stop whispering,” the middle-aged woman said, pulling a handkerchief from her collar and handing it to Xiangzi. “Wipe the sweat off your face, and then call your singer over.”

"What..." Xiangzi was stunned.

The woman put her hands behind her back and said, "You guys probably need a public relations team right now, don't you?"

Chapter 187 Our Life

Even though his mother was standing right in front of him, Xiangzi felt extremely wary.

She looked over her mother's shoulder and behind her, wondering how many bodyguards were following behind.

Ms. Toyokawa sighed: "It's just me all alone. What does my daughter think I am?"

"How can I trust you now?" Xiangzi questioned. "I won't let my singer come over."

There are plenty of agencies that can do public relations; there's no need to hire someone who can abandon even their own family.

"OK then……"

Ms. Toyokawa did not insist. She straightened her collar, turned and left, leaving behind her last two sentences.

"For public relations services and sponsorship, please contact Toyokawa Group."

"Next time you see your dad drinking heavily, smash a bottle over his head."

A moment later, the roar of the car engine caused the birds on the telephone pole to scatter in all directions, and Mr. Toyokawa, looking embarrassed, shuddered.

Xiangzi walked out the door and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the incongruous Bentley Mulsanne drive away.

My mother probably got the information from Wakaba's family: that Mutsu and I will be forming a band and that I will be involved in arranging music.

As for my identity and address, they are currently unknown, which is why...

Xiangzi turned around angrily, but standing there was only a middle-aged man with a haggard and worn-out face who didn't stand up straight.