Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

"The publicity has already been sent out. The volunteers at the exhibition will do a final check on the information in the next few days. If there are any questions, please contact me."

The original group owner @ed several administrators and fans who were going to serve as volunteers this time.

At this time, someone who had been lurking in the group sent a message.

"I don't think it's necessary to take it so seriously. We all work out of love, and we volunteer voluntarily. It's enough to just do our best."

"Every day I'm either checking information or itineraries."

"Really, don't go too far."

The first two sentences were fine, but as soon as the last sentence came out, a feeling of fanning the flames was obvious. Some fans in the group who were still students couldn't control their anger and started to confront the fans on the spot.

"If you feel it's too much, you can leave the group. There's no need to shout here."

"You haven't liked it, but you've been watching the group for so long. It's really hard for you. Now just quit quickly."

"If you can't speak, don't speak. Why do you annoy people every day when you open your mouth?"

"... "

More than a dozen high-quality replies came rushing over.

"Anxious." The inactive diver replied.

The atmosphere in the group suddenly became a little strange, and fans started to curse one after another, and it seemed that a big war was about to break out.

At the critical moment, the original group owner directly banned all members from speaking.

"Don't worry, this exhibition is a very rare event. The author has been supporting us, giving us event funds, salaries for our volunteers, and various subsidies."

"We watch animations and do secondary creations just for fun, don't quarrel, just talk about it if there is anything."

The original group owner was speaking in a friendly manner when he suddenly received a notification that the lurker who was adding fuel to the fire had left the group.

The administrators in the group also noticed this and sent her private messages.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave the group after saying those things.”

"I just checked the date this person joined the group a few days before the exhibition. He had never posted anything before. He just suddenly joined today."

"I have a terrible suspicion."

"Me too."

"... "

The original group owner's heart sank slightly. After comforting the administrator, she decisively opened An Zeliang's private message.

"Author, I have something to tell you."

After briefly listening to what happened, An Zeliang smiled and told them what they were worried about without any panic.

"Are you worried that he is deliberately causing trouble, taking screenshots of the comments in the group, and then taking them out of context to expose these negative information during the exhibition?"

"Well... Dear author, what should we do?" The original group leader was a little panicked. It was she who said she would take on the volunteer work, but now something went wrong and she also caused trouble for her favorite author.

The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he felt, and the original group leader couldn't help but continue to speak.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, author, I will take care of this matter!"

"I will explain the situation to everyone in the group, and post a note to clarify the matter in advance."

This is also a very classic fan circle operation, but the key point is that the exhibition that An Zeliang is going to do now is already in the commercial category, not a simple fan activity.

The hanging bar is too bad for passers-by's favor and is not official enough.

Seeing this, An Zeliang calmly tapped on the keyboard.

"No, let him send it."

"But..." The original group leader was still a little worried. Everyone in the circle knows that some people like to write short essays the most. Once they write, they can incite many ignorant people, and then they will attack them in groups.

The situation will become very troublesome.

"Don't worry, go to bed early tonight. I have already transferred the night shift subsidy to your bank card."

"Yeah... Mr. Author, you should also go to bed early." The original group leader didn't know what to say more. He told the volunteers about the situation with a heavy heart. He couldn't help but give them some instructions and then went offline.

pat pat pat.

After opening the programming software, An Zeliang thought for a moment and continued typing on the keyboard.

After a while, a small program for the water army was written, which could post various comments based on the situation and keywords.

Then, An Zeliang opened two Twitter accounts, one for the official TikTok account and the other for a certified YouTube author. He also checked how much it cost to buy popularity on Twitter.

Well... it's a bit expensive, but acceptable. I hope it will be worth the money.

After everything was done, An Zeliang updated his personal YouTube status and put the two Twitter accounts on it. At this time, Bad Apple also sent a detailed picture of the avatar.

"How about this?"

On the screen, a beautiful girl in a white tight dress made a very seductive movement, holding a mobile phone with her hands next to her head, on which was the TikTok logo.

Behind the girl is a background made of three colors of red, blue and white with very strong contrast, with several lines of words written in large white and yellow fonts.

“I’ve been watching Tik Tok animation since I was a kid!”

"We have been insisting on 100% hand-painting for a year, making your viewing more meaningful!"

"... "

I have to say that the art students at the University of Tokyo are really useful. This picture is so eye-catching and memorable, and it captures the essence of the coconut tree drink that An Zeliang remembers.

It's both earthy and refreshing, and it feels weird to watch, but I can't help but take a second look.

It also includes the most popular cute girls with baby faces and big breasts in the second dimension, as well as the favorite thing of people in the third dimension, mobile phones.

"It's a great painting. I'm very satisfied with it." An Zeliang replied, "What do you think?"

“The other party is typing…”

"The other party is typing..."

"... "

In just one minute, this message kept appearing in An Zeliang's field of vision at a very rapid speed, appearing at least a dozen times. It was estimated that he deleted it every time he typed, and then continued typing and deleting.

Finally, the bad apple spoke directly.

"... As long as you like it."

Bad Apple asked, seeming to have accepted the fact that art students from the University of Tokyo also had to serve a tacky client.

"This is the final image. I have sent the PSD file to your Line email address. How can I pay the manuscript fee?"

"I'll transfer your bank card."

"Ok."

After quickly concluding the transaction, the bad apple was quickly offline.

An Zeliang changed his profile picture to a new one, and then changed his ID to a Douyin-branded animation. It’s a very earthy and vulgar name, with absolutely no technical content, but it’s really easy to remember, and it’s completely tied to the name Douyin.

Not long after changing his clothes, An Zeliang’s post received hundreds of comments.

"So ugly!"

"Several monster portraits... Take another look, still several monsters..."

"A cute girl with a baby face and big breasts is OK, but a vulgar profile picture is not OK."

"What's going on? Am I under a spell? After looking at it for a long time, I actually feel that there is a special beauty in it..."

"Watching the anime and then the author, I'm going crazy."

"... "

【Video production completed】

At this time, a prompt popped up. An Zeliang smiled and updated it.

In an instant, the tone of the comment section changed.

"I've watched the Lord of Mysteries animation on Douyin since I was a kid!"

"That's a good change, a wonderful change, it made me scream in bed."

"It's useless to update. The avatar is so ugly, the ID is so vulgar, I can't stand it anymore... But if you update one more episode of the Douyin brand animation, I will whitewash it. If you update ten episodes, I will immediately turn into a Douyin general to protect you!"

"... "

There were also some fans who were really troubled and kept commenting.

"Author, I have no problem with this ID and avatar, but how should I address you from now on?"

"I've been thinking for a long time, should I call the author Yin Da, Dou Jiang, Douyin Jiang, or Animation Jiang?"

"It's very strange. My mind went blank. It's like I'm at the scene and I see the author. I don't even know what to shout."

"... "

This is indeed a problem.

After thinking for a while, An Zeliang modified his personal profile and selected some highly-rated comments to reply.

"Just call me Squid."

Since he had copied The Lord of Mysteries, he might as well copy the author's name. An Zeliang did not trouble his brain and smoothly completed the classic operation of a plagiarist.

After everything was done, An Zeliang stretched and turned off the computer.

"Xingzi, I'm done, you..."

Before he finished speaking, An Zeliang stopped talking.

"Huh...huh..."

On the bed, Hayano Hoshiko had fallen asleep. She was lying on the pillow in a mess, holding the quilt in her arms. One of her long, white legs was hanging outside, pressing down on another pillow. She was holding a mobile phone in her hand, playing a video.

Her eyelashes were drooping, her brows were calm and peaceful, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

An Zeliang did not disturb her. After washing up, he changed Hayano Hoshiko's position, took out a pillow to cushion her, then covered her with a quilt and lay down on the bed.

Before going to bed, check your phone again to relax.

"Hmm...sleeping in my arms..."

Hayano Hoshiko woke up dazed, buried her head in Anzeliang's arms, and lay on his shoulder, confused. Her rosy little mouth was slightly pouting. She wasn't snoring, but her saliva seemed to be flowing out.

An Zeliang didn't mind. He took the phone with his other hand and planned to continue watching it, but he accidentally dropped the phone.

Bang!

It hit Hayano Hoshiko directly in the face.

“Wow…?”

Hayano Hoshiko's forehead suddenly turned red, and the tip of her small, white nose also turned red. She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at An Zeliang with watery eyes.

Sorry, my hand slipped.

An Zeliang touched Hayano Hoshiko's face and was about to explain with some apology.

“Mua—chi!”

Hayano Hoshiko moved her body, raised her little head and kissed An Zeliang with such force that it left a red mark. Then she leaned her head into An Zeliang's arms.

He was still mumbling in his sleep, tears of pain hanging from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were red.

"Xiaoliang, your kiss hurts my face..."

"Let me rub it for you." An Zeliang said in a low voice, put down his phone and gently rubbed Hayano Hoshiko's eyebrows.

Hayano Hoshiko was very obedient and didn't move, seeming to be in a deep sleep. Just when Anze Liang was about to stop, he heard the person in his arms mumbling in his sleep again.

"Xiaoliang, my butt hurts too..."

"?"

An Zeliang looked at the person in his arms in confusion. Could talking in a dream have such specific requirements?

"Xingzi, are you awake now?"

The person in his arms was silent for a while, then continued mumbling.

"I fell asleep...I had all kinds of dreams..."