Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

The public opinion on the Internet had mixed reactions to this clarification. Netizens were discussing it fiercely, with some siding with Wei Zhe'an and others siding with Liu Zhenyu:

[@Gigi who hates nuts, you are pretty and I believe you, good luck in the performance~]

[@Gigi who hates nuts What do you mean you are being bullied? Are bullies so tough now? It's really scary. How can such a person be an idol? Wei Zhe'an quits Shining Star]

[It’s a bit weird. In addition to the fans, there seem to be a lot of water armies. I saw a lot of amateur accounts posting the same copy in the square [screenshot][screenshot][screenshot]]

[It can’t be that the production team is maliciously hyping it up. Regardless of the truth, who doesn’t know that Shining Star will perform tomorrow? ]

[Sensitive terms like bullying shouldn’t be used in hype]

[Then the question is, who is using @现金果-魏喆安?]

[The program team officially circled the account of Jijiguai, and it was a newly registered account. It should be that the original account really couldn't log in. 】

[I feel like what Jijiguai said is true. @现金果-魏喆安 This account should be in the hands of the company, just to confuse right and wrong and prevent Wei Zhean from speaking.]

[The above user may have gotten the truth. Liu Zhenyu’s Weibo post was unclear. He apologized but didn’t explain why he apologized, and his reply to fans was also full of teasing.]

[Let’s watch our little brother Wei Zhe’an’s beautiful performance! Those who don’t understand the beauty of broken feeling are really suffering [Video]]

【…】

As online discussions intensify, conspiracy theories are popping up one after another, but it is undeniable that the popularity of the show "Shining Star" has reached new highs.

As night fell, the clock quietly passed eight o'clock, and Wei Zhe'an's IV drip finally ran out.

He gently moved his left hand, which had become stiff from maintaining the same posture for a long time, and his eyes were fixed on the screen of his mobile phone, as if the whole world was on this small screen.

Seeing this, Li Jinhe gently reminded: "Don't look at it, put on your coat first, don't catch a cold."

Wei Zhe'an responded vaguely. Although he was still worried about the endless stream of messages and private messages, he still put on his coat obediently. Since he posted that Weibo, the comments section has been flooded with messages, and the private message notification sounds have been one after another, never stopping.

Some people cursed angrily, while others encouraged warmly. Wei Zhe'an was conflicted and wanted to reply, but was dissuaded by Li Jinhe. After all, his right wrist was already swollen, and moving it would only be more painful.

Now his left hand is finally freed from its restraints. He first took screenshots of those who directly insulted him in private messages, cleverly covered their nicknames and avatars with stickers, and then posted these screenshots on Weibo.

[Gigi who hates nuts: Dear friends, please pay attention. If you want to attack me with these old-fashioned curse words, I am afraid I have to suggest that you enrich your vocabulary. Because I have too many such words here, and they can no longer attract my attention. [Jigsaw screenshot] [Jigsaw screenshot] [Jigsaw screenshot]]

Then he posted another Weibo to express his gratitude to the friends who gave him encouragement.

【Gigi who hates nuts: I sincerely thank all the friends who have given me encouragement. I have seen and felt your comfort. Please believe that I will definitely surprise you on the stage tomorrow! Heart~/heart [Jigsaw screenshot] [Jigsaw screenshot] [Jigsaw screenshot]】

Then I started chatting directly in the comment section:

【XXXX: Many people have speculated whether you are Wei Zhe'an. Since you are so active, why don't you start a live broadcast to let everyone confirm it.

Gigi who hates nuts: Actually, I want to, but my current makeup is for tomorrow’s stage, so I really can’t do it live~[/grievance]]

【XXXX: An An, aren’t you guys not allowed to play with your phone? Why are you still chatting with netizens on Weibo so late at night?

Jiji Monster who hates nuts: Haha, because I'm not at the base now! [/naughty]]

[XXXX: Bullies are not allowed to stay in the house, Wei Zhe'an, get out of Shining Star[/smile]

Gigi who hates nuts: You are right, bullies should not be housed [/smile]]

【XXXX: Why are you typing so slowly? Is it because you don’t know how to read? Hahahaha

Jiji who hates nuts: I am a fresh graduate, so I have no problem recognizing words. As for my slow typing, there are other reasons.]

Before Wei Zhe'an had time to reply to more comments, Li Jinhe came over, gently took his phone, and said softly, "Let's go back now. You can stay at my place first, so you don't have to chat with netizens all night."

With the help of Li Jinhe, Wei Zhe'an tried to gently place his left foot on the ground. Although the effect of the painkillers had not yet subsided, the swelling of his ankle was still obvious. Once it touched the ground, it felt as if countless fine needles were piercing at the same time, and a sharp pain came. He couldn't help but "hiss" and a painful expression appeared on his face.

Li Jinhe frowned and watched his every move intently. Although he did not stop him directly, he held Wei Zhe'an firmly with both hands to ensure that he could maintain his balance.

Wei Zhe'an took a deep breath, his heart filled with worry. On the stage tomorrow, he would need to endure this unbearable pain and complete a dance performance of more than a minute.

At this moment, he really hoped that he could avoid this extra torture, silently praying that the swelling of his ankle would miraculously subside. He also knew that the possibility of this wish coming true was almost zero.

Wei Zhe'an turned his head and looked at Li Jinhe who was supporting him steadily. A sly look flashed in his eyes. He tried to say in a slightly coquettish tone: "Brother, my foot hurts so much..."

Li Jinhe shook his head gently, with a helpless yet doting smile on his face: "Do you want me to carry you on my back or hug you?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhe'an stood on one foot, opened his arms, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation: "Carry me on your back!"

Li Jinhe quickly reached out to stop him, frowning slightly, and said with concern: "You'd better behave yourself. If you fall again, you won't be able to perform on stage tomorrow."

After saying that, he squatted down. Seeing this, Wei Zhe'an obediently lay on his back, wrapping his arms tightly around Li Jinhe's neck, as if he had found the most solid support.

That night, Wei Zhe'an finally returned to the dormitory. Li Jinhe carefully helped him walk to the bed and sat him down. The dormitory was silent, and his roommates had not returned yet.

"Which one is your toiletry bag? I'll get you some water, you can wash up first." Li Jinhe gently placed the crutches he brought from the hospital on the side of Wei Zhe'an's bed. His eyes wandered among the toiletry bags of different colors on the storage shelf, and he asked Wei Zhe'an.

Wei Zhe'an pointed to his gray toiletry bag and said, "Brother, I still want to wash my hair. It's so uncomfortable with all the hairspray and gel on my head."