The backdrop can also be propped up.

Cola Sweetheart replied to Bombard This World: Oh my, so it's Mingdeng Jieya. What does this have to do with Yuanyuan? It's clearly those irrational fans who are cursing everywhere. Mind your bullies.

Cola Sweetheart replied to Daily Worry About What to Wear: LOL, are you a fan of Sister Seagull? You're more convincing as a passerby, you bunch of bird shit.

Swearing to protect the banana chocolate sauce replied to Cola Sweetheart: Oh, really? So when you irrational fans went to scold Sen Ouling, why didn't I see a single rational fan speaking up for her? Ever since the last episode of Strange Words Died was released, the top comments in the comment sections of those Weibo accounts have all been you carbonated drinks scolding her.

Cola Sweetheart replied to "Swearing to Protect Banana Chocolate Sauce": Another paid troll. How much does she charge per comment? Maybe three cents? Seagull's comment section is always curated; she probably deliberately picked those comments to get your sympathy. I've seen plenty of people playing the victim.

Swearing to protect the banana chocolate sauce replied to Cola Sweetheart: Damn it, every comment on Bubble Bro's Weibo posts is featured, and the comments section for showing off muscles is also featured. Showing off a skinny body is only something you bunch of leeks like to see.

Swearing to protect the banana chocolate sauce replied to Cola Sweetheart: And you carbonated drinks have been cyberbullying ordinary people more than once or twice, haven't you? Last time it was a makeup blogger who did a makeup tutorial, the time before that it was an artist blogger, and this time you're cyberbullying an actor. You're really good fans of your brother, making enemies for him everywhere.

Qiao Baijiao looked at the message on her phone screen, feeling somewhat angry, but unable to think of any good rebuttal. She could only turn off her phone, feeling a little depressed, and pulled the covers over her head to go to sleep.

It's okay, I'll go out for a walk tomorrow, Qiao Baijiao comforted herself. She had already found out where they were filming, and if she went there, she might run into them. She would take lots of nice photos of Brother Xiao, especially photos of his figure, and slap those haters in the face with those photos. Brother Xiao is not some skinny guy.

If I run into Brother Xiao tomorrow, what should I say? Qiao Baijiao began to rehearse in her mind what she should say if she met Xiao Keyuan tomorrow.

After thinking for a long time, Qiao Baijiao was still not satisfied. She sighed and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

At this moment, Qiao Baijiao heard some strange voices in her ear: "Hello, heroine, I am your system."

What was that sound? Qiao Baijiao was startled and sat up, looking around, but could only see the moon hanging outside.

The bright moon radiated its cool light in all directions, and as if feeling it was too cold, it tore off gray clouds to make its clothes.

Lu Renkui entered the consciousness space to check with the system WQBYRZM on the progress of the mission.

"The task progress bar has increased quite a bit today," said the system WQBYRZM, opening the task bar. "It's increased more than the past few days. Since we entered this area, it has already broken the 50 mark. Quite a few people probably came to follow because of your comment."

"Ah, which sentence?" Lu Renkui asked—she didn't remember saying anything outrageous.

“It’s that line,” System WQBYRZM turned around, somewhat surprised. “You’ve forgotten so quickly? It’s the line you said: ‘If the audience leaves disappointed, it’s our dereliction of duty.’”

"Uh, isn't this a generally accepted fact?" Lu Renkui asked with some doubt. "Idols, actors, and singers all have one thing in common: they provide emotional value to ordinary people."

"Isn't this what the entertainment industry should be doing?"

"But it turns out that not many people actually think that way," System WQBYRZM rolled its eyes and said. "Otherwise, where would all these bad movies come from? They're all just trying to make money."

"Oh, is that so?" Lu Renkui scratched her head; she didn't usually watch TV dramas.

"But now that we've broken the 50 mark, how many fans do we have now?" Lu Renkui leaned over to look at the screen.

"55 views. Keep up the good work, host." System WQBYRZM closed the taskbar and said, "Many of these are probably just here to follow and wait to mock you if you don't do a good job. Host, please try your best to make that short drama the best it can be."

Then, a bell rang from the air.

"What is that sound?" Lu Renkui looked up, trying to find where the sound was coming from.

"A letter from my leader." System WQBYRZM reached out and grabbed at the air. Then, a small pigeon with a letter hanging around its neck appeared out of thin air.

"Wow, your boss really likes small animals." Lu Renkui looked at the white little pigeons and felt a little itchy to touch them.

System WQBYRZM took the letter off the little pigeon's neck, handed the pigeon over, and said, "Play now."

Lu Renkui was a little embarrassed: "Oh dear, will there be any problems with your boss?" But she still reached out and took the little pigeon in her hands and squeezed it.

“It’s not a big deal,” the system WQBYRZM said nonchalantly as it unfolded the letter. “My main system is always like this, it likes to try all sorts of virtual mail delivery methods. Last time a ball fell out of nowhere and hit me on the head. Playing with this virtual pigeon is no big deal.”

"I wonder what they sent me this time. Oh, another system has logged in. What's there to say... Wait a minute." System WQBYRZM's brows furrowed instantly. She brought the letter close to her face and read it word by word.

"What's wrong?" Lu Renkui felt that the system WQBYRZM seemed a bit off, so he stopped playing with the little pigeon.

"A system has entered this world." System WQBYRZM took the letter away, closed it, and said with a frown.

"Ah, this seems pretty normal, doesn't it?" Lu Renkui asked, somewhat puzzled. "Didn't we encounter this in previous worlds as well?"

“Yes, we’ve encountered them in previous worlds, but they were all from the same organization as us.” System WQBYRZM’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper. She tossed the letter into the air, and it spontaneously combusted and disappeared completely. “When I first received the message that another system had entered this world, I thought it was the same as ours.”

"But actually, no, they are from another organization." System WQBYRZM opened the blue screen and began entering code.

Lu Renkui stared at the strings of code, unable to understand them, so he asked the system WQBYRZM, "You're not from the same organization, so is there really any competition for KPIs between you?"

“Competing on size KPIs! They’re completely on the opposite side of us.” System WQBYRZM slammed her hand heavily on the keyboard that appeared out of thin air.

"The opposing side?" Lu Renkui was even more confused, stroking the little pigeon's feathers as she asked, "Is there anyone else stopping you from rescuing people?"

"Those guys believe in the supremacy of the Primal Spirit." System WQBYRZM pressed the calculation button, and then lines of code scrolled by rapidly, along with the blue screen, into the eyes of the person and the system.

"The supremacy of garden aesthetics?" Lu Renkui was even more puzzled. "Besides ancient times, where did so many gardens come from?"

"It's the original inspiration, not the garden inspiration! The original inspiration factor is supreme! The specific content is that no matter how outrageous or strange the event trajectory is, since it has been recorded by the inspiration factor, there is no need to change it." As the system WQBYRZM spoke, it saw that the code on the screen had stopped scrolling, so it continued to type. "Because the event trajectory that the inspiration factor can record is already the best event trajectory."

"Ah, this...maybe not?" Lu Renkui stopped touching the little pigeon. She tossed the pigeon into the air, and it flapped its wings twice before landing on the beret of system WQBYRZM.

Lu Renkui watched the pigeons for a while, and seeing that the system WQBYRZM was still focused on typing on the keyboard and didn't notice something that had fallen on her beret, she didn't pick up the pigeons either. Instead, she continued to ask, "If making choices different from the plot can lead to a better outcome, then the plot can be changed, right?"