Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Zhao Xiaoxiao sat at her workstation, holding her drawing board, her expression focused and serious, her hands never stopping. Anyone who saw her would think she was a good employee who had already gotten into work mode.

However, if you look at what's on her drawing board, you'll find that the pictures she's meticulously crafting have absolutely nothing to do with the business orders the company has assigned to her.

Years ago, Zhao Xiaoxiao, a recent college graduate, applied for art design positions at several major game companies, but failed every time. She was quite confident in her drawing skills and couldn't understand why she couldn't even get an interview.

Until one day, whether by luck or not, she actually got an interview. Sitting among many job seekers, she deeply understood the meaning of the saying, "You may be a genius, but the capital city is full of geniuses," and finally understood why she was eliminated in the first round.

She spent a night accepting her "mediocrity," then regrouped and set her sights on small and micro enterprises. After comparing various options, she ultimately chose the company she currently works for.

The company is small, with only twenty or thirty employees, and specializes in outsourcing: bookkeeping, advertising copywriting, graphic design, code maintenance... the business is incredibly diverse.

Although it seemed rather unprofessional and unreliable, the income was surprisingly decent.

Zhao Xiaoxiao felt that this was mostly due to their customer service.

No matter who asks, "Can you do this?", her answer is always "Yes!", and she even set "Yes!" as her automatic reply. This has forced them to develop many additional skills beyond their own expertise.

Zhao Xiaoxiao's most frequent orders are for designing product packaging, followed by character designs for small games. These kinds of jobs are easy and can usually be completed within one to two hours, except for large orders. She uses the remaining time to take on side jobs. And, she dedicates herself to her "true love"—supporting the Westfurs family.

Seeing this family filled her heart with warmth and motivation. Back in her rented room, browsing news about them under the warm yellow light and doing things related to them, that moment was the happiest for her.

I saw someone complaining in a fan group, "Online scams are already hard to catch, and even if they report it to the police themselves, there's nothing they can do, so why make things difficult for my baby? I'm speechless..."

"Exactly, I was playing [Adventurer] and got hit by a car while crossing the street and was thrown four meters away, but I didn't ask Siforth for compensation."

"Hahaha! Sister, you're going to make me laugh to death!"

General: So you're the one who wants compensation, huh? (Grimace in his eyes)

"Although... are you alright?"

"Thank you, Guan. I had two broken ribs, but they're all healed now. And I'm your brother, not your sister..."

"what???"

"what???"

"But...this is a mom-fan group..."

"Oh, it's nothing. A male mother is still a 'mom.' Once she's here, we're all family. Let's all call each other sisters (smiley face) x3"

"Actually, I also..."

"+1"

After the guy who broke his ribs revealed his gender, the other "male moms" who had been lurking in the group started to come forward. Everyone suddenly realized that there were so many male "mom fans" in the group!

"What did you give me...?"

"I've never seen more 'male mothers' in my entire life than I have tonight..."

Zhao Xiaoxiao read through all the chat history, and she joined in the anger and laughter. All her fatigue seemed to vanish in that moment.

Just as she was about to get up to take a shower, Xingbo suddenly sent her a friend request.

As the administrator of several major fan sites, Zhao Xiaoxiao wouldn't usually add her as a friend unless it was something urgent or business-related. So she agreed without even thinking about it.

I just added them as a friend, and the chat box immediately displayed "The other party is typing..."

Zhao Xiaoxiao waited for two seconds, and then saw a message that made her uneasy.

"Miss, would you like to work at the research center?"

Zhao Xiaoxiao's mind went blank for a moment, and her hands began to tremble uncontrollably with excessive excitement.

Is that what she meant? Is it the research center where Vera works?

calm down……

Zhao Xiaoxiao took several deep breaths, biting her finger: What if it's a scam? There's no way it's that easy. She wouldn't even dare dream of a research center hiring her. She was just an ordinary working-class girl from a remote planet, whose only skills were managing a few large websites and accounts… Right, it must be a scam…

The other party values ​​her influence and plans to brainwash her, the leader of the fan group, first, and then let her influence a wider range of fans. She can't fall for it...

I'm currently interning here, and they need a PR person, so I tried recommending you.

!!!

With a loud "bang!", Zhao Xiaoxiao stood up abruptly, her head hitting the shelf on the wall. The vase wobbled twice and fell off the shelf, splashing cold water all over her head, and shattering on the floor.

But Zhao Xiaoxiao had no time to pay attention to any of that. She gasped and opened the person's homepage.

After reading it, her hands trembled as she typed, "[Liar, none of the accounts that tagged you are you]", and sent it. She stared intently at the screen, waiting for a reply.

As a result, the other party immediately sent a video call. Zhao Xiaoxiao was so excited that she almost threw her personal computer away. In her haste, she subconsciously clicked "decline".

The other side replied:

I know it's presumptuous of me to video chat so late at night, but I really want to prove I'm not a scammer. This is just my alternate account; my main account is the second to last one in the @mention list, "Arrogant Cabbage" is me.

I'm at the research center right now, I can show you.

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It's dark now, and I'm in the staff dormitory, so I can only take this picture from a high vantage point. Can you recognize me?

Zhao Xiaoxiao's heart pounded; the scales of "reason" were beginning to tip. What if the person on the other end really was a scammer? They could extract her facial information and voiceprint, and even control her personal computer the moment the video call connected. But the scene in the photo looked so real…

After hesitating for a long time, she finally stretched out her finger and pressed "call back".

Just to be on the safe side, she turned off her own camera and microphone, and placed her finger next to the power button, ready to immediately cut off the other party's control if anything went wrong.

Losing a little money is a small matter, but the accounts and fan sites she has painstakingly built up over many years represent the hard work of many people and cannot be destroyed.

Feeling uneasy, the call was quickly connected.

The person appearing on camera is an ordinary-looking boy with a slightly bookish air. He shyly pushes up his glasses, revealing a smile that is both bashful and cute.

"Hi~!"

He waved and greeted the camera.

"Miss, I never expected my first contact with the big fan leader would be under such circumstances... Uh... This is my staff dormitory. We haven't been here long, so we don't have that much stuff yet. Let me show you around..."

After going around in circles, the boy ran out of things to say, so he asked, "Ahem, Miss, are you willing to believe me now?"

"Can you say a few words to me? It's okay if you don't turn on the camera. I just want to know your opinion so I can give Zhang a reply tomorrow."

"If you're not willing, we'll have to find someone else..."

"I do! I do..." came an urgent female voice from the other end of the communication, with a heavy nasal tone, followed by the sounds of pulling out tissues and blowing her nose.

The boy smiled in surprise and asked, "Miss? Are you crying?"

"Yeah... I'm overwhelmed by this wonderful news, can't I vent a little? What's wrong with that? Do you think I'm pathetic or look down on me?"

"No, no! No!" The boy quickly waved his hand, then scratched his head and said embarrassedly:

"I can totally understand, because I had the same reaction when I found out I passed the interview..."