The Supreme Dharma God suddenly went offline, causing a more drastic change in the style of painting.

"What's the situation? Brother Fa offline?"

"Don't call him Fa Ge. The Supreme Dharma Dog once again deceived everyone's feelings, and he would definitely run away!"

"Ahhhh, no, I just joined the Supreme Guild yesterday. Please don't hurt me like this?"

"Damn, I plan to follow Brother Fa, how can I face this complex world as a pure me?"

"Damn, I just quit the original guild this morning. Isn't this a scam?"

"Hahahaha, I'm so happy for Mao?"

"On the top floor, this is what the fence-bearing ends."

"I'll have to pay it back sooner or later. The slags that hold my thighs everywhere will be kicked away by my thighs sooner or later."

The World Channel is in chaos, and the Glory Guild is silent.

Many people think that at this time, people from the Honor Guild should stand up and slap the face strongly, and scold those trolls before and go home to find their mothers. However, this situation did not happen. The silent glory reflects the demeanor of a large guild.

Such silence is more effective.

The ruthless reality has already given those players who smear idol brothers and the Glory Guild a heavy blow. At this moment, the silence of the Glory people made these trolls worried, and they felt that they could be slapped in the face by the Glory Guild at any time.

At six o'clock in the evening, another news caused a sensation.

The incident of a game reporter interviewing a police uncle is very rare in the game industry. This time, since Idol Brother is also a major internet celebrity in the game industry, many game reporters went to the C Municipal Police Station for interviews. This time the police also cooperated very well and sent an officer Liu with a good facial features and a spokesperson style to be interviewed. Tencent Game Channel got first-hand information.

This interview was recorded as a video and posted online, with relatively short content.

In the video, the reporter went straight to the topic: "Officer Liu, I heard that there is a behind-the-scenes envoy behind Ren Qiuyue this time?"

Officer Liu spoke in an official voice: "After the court pronounces the verdict, everyone will naturally know the result."

Reporter: "There is news that during the arrest of Ren Qiuyue, MR Lang himself also participated?"

Officer Liu: "There are indeed enthusiastic citizens who cooperate with the arrest of the suspects. The specific identities of these citizens are beyond our minds."

Reporter: "I also heard that MR Lang provided important evidence to assist the police. Can you disclose it?"

Officer Liu: "Yes, the evidence he provided is of some help to the police."

"So, has Officer Liu met MR Lang himself?" The reporter's eyes lit up, and he couldn't gossip anymore: "Can you reveal what kind of person MR Lang is?"

Officer Liu smiled mysteriously at the camera: "This, in order to respect the privacy of citizens, I am not convenient to disclose too much. The following words do not represent the police force. I only say one thing for me personally. The real MR. is more than 1.7 meters without wearing shoes!"

The interview ended here and the Internet was once again sensational.

"puff!"

"This police uncle is so funny."

"Hahahaha, I said it a long time ago, how could the idol brother wears height-enhancing shoes and is less than 1.6 meters long?"

"It's not easy. My idol brother has finally reached a normal height. A big rock fell in the heart of the family."

"Oh my God, I'm really in City C? I'm in the same city as him!"

"Brother Idol, I'm also in City C, so I'm looking for a base!"

"Strange, is it written for Mao Du Niang's encyclopedia that the idol brother is less than 1.6 meters?"

"Young man, how naive and courage are you, you dare to trust the Du Niang Encyclopedia?"

When this news video attracted widespread attention, Zhen Lang himself finally made some noise.

At 6:30 pm, Idol Brother rarely posted a highlight message on the World Channel.

The so-called highlighted message is a new feature after the last maintenance. Players who must get the first achievement of the server can use this feature. Moreover, using this feature, sending a message requires a gold coin handling fee. This message lasts for up to 2 minutes, which is similar to the system announcement and will not be washed away by countless players. In addition, the font of this message is flashing and bright, very eye-catching, and is easy to be remembered at a glance.

"I posted a post in the Nirvana Rebirth section of the official website forum. If you are interested, go and have a look."

The highlight message sent by Zhen Lang was just such a short one, but the response was very strong.

"Wow, Idol Brother posted?"

"It's rare. I haven't posted a post except for the last statement."

"Well, I have a sense of blooming iron trees, I have to go and have a look!"

"Wait upstairs and go and grab the front row together!"

The second post that Zhen Lang posted on Magic’s official website is not a statement post, but more like an advertisement post.

In principle, the advertisement posts must be deleted, but Zhen Lang’s situation is quite special, and the official website also acknowledged his approach. The content of this advertisement post is as follows: "After this incident, I learned from my mistakes. Below I will publish my personal Weibo, post bar, and WeChat public account... My account was registered. You can find me by searching [Class Lang]. Warm reminder, except for the three certified places in this post, all other public platforms about me are copycats..."

On June 19, the weekly trip to Lijiang and Dali ended, and Zhen Lang’s King returned.

His right hand injury has recovered well, and he cannot perform brutal exercises such as weightlifting and shot putting, but holding the mouse to cut the game is not a big problem. At the suggestion of a number of friends, Zhen Lang re-registered a Weibo account, and his nickname was Lang. He simply registered his Tieba and the public WeChat account together.

This time he really learned from his mistakes and finally had some sense of rights protection. In case of precautions, he also registered a small account in the magic, also called Lang, so as not to be impersonated.

Next, Zhen Lang saw the appeal of his idol. In just half an hour, the number of followers on Weibo exceeded 10,000. This made Zhen Lang sigh. His old Weibo account was less than 100, and they were all old classmates and gay friends who were fans of each other in the game.

"Idol brother, I love you!"

"Brother Idol, I love you more than before!"

"Obalang, I want to give birth to a monkey for you again!"

"Oba, please forgive my previous mistakes, and I will never doubt you again!"

"Brother Idol, I apologize to you for the harm caused to you this time."

"Brother Idol, we owe you a sorry, please give someone who likes you another chance!"

People who followed Zhen Lang posted messages on Weibo, post bar, and public accounts.

Zhen Lang sometimes browses Weibo with his mobile phone, and sometimes browses his posts with his computer, with his expression very confused.

"Dear, your fans are growing so fast and so many people apologize to you. Why are you still depressed?" Shumier sat next to him and asked worriedly.

"I don't know. I saw someone saying that he admired me and was willing to give birth to a monkey for me. I would feel so awesome." Zhen Lang said to the truth that he was one or two years older than the webmaster, and he was one or two years older than the webmaster, but after all, he was still a young man in his early twenties with the vanity of young people.

After a pause, Zhen Lang said again: "But now, when I see someone saying that I like me and want to give birth to a monkey for me, my first reaction was that my heart was a shock and I felt depressed for no reason. I don't know if these people who claim to be loyal fans today will turn into black fans tomorrow, and scold my whole family with the most ugly words like the previous few days."

"Many people on the Internet are like this, don't be so serious." Shumier comforted her, and saw that Zhen Lang didn't react, and couldn't help pinching him: "You are just a person who loves to be stubborn, either black or white, and always thinks things so extreme. You used to be very casual and never went to the forum to get water. How could you care about other people's opinions today?"

Zhen Lang said with a dark face: "The trolls used to be scolded at most for my poor skills, saying that I was lucky enough to get so many servers, and these didn't matter to me. But this time they were different. They scolded my family in groups. My mother Xipi, and my son was not born yet, so they cursed me for giving birth to a son without p-eyes. I can't stand it!"

"Oh, I'm quite angry about these words. If my sister marrys you seven years later, will your son be my son? I can't stand such words..." Shumier sighed and said, "But you set your goal and you want to become a professional player. A real professional player has to face these troubles every day. People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. The more famous professional player is, the more people will be scolded. Even if Zhan Wushang is in danger, he will have a life of darkness. There are still many people scolding him every day. If you can't even bear these small things, is it necessary to pursue your dreams?"

Zhen Lang was silent.

Not to mention the gaming world, even the awesome sports kings like Ronaldo, Messi, Kobe, and James still have countless lifelong blacks.

"Dear, I always want to say something, don't be angry." Shumier leaned over and her voice became soft, with a feeling of distress: "Maybe it has something to do with your childhood experience. I always feel that you are optimistic about others, and sometimes you are pessimistic about others."

Zhen Lang was shocked and said in surprise: "How do you say this?"

"Sometimes I feel that you are like Su Jie, who is usually heartless. When encountering some things that touch your bottom line, you will be particularly sensitive, pessimistic, and very melancholy." Shumier was relieved when she saw that Zhen Lang was not angry, and then said, "Just talk about this time, maybe because those bad guys scolded your family, you can't accept it. She invisibly stood opposite to fans. If this is not possible, which idol has fought with his fans every day?"

Zhen Lang expressed dissatisfaction: "Then should I be scolded? Who did I provoke whom?"

Shuimi'er: "So I said you are too pessimistic this time. Under this pessimistic mood, you only see the bad side, not the good side. Are these people who want to reborn monkeys for you, are they real fans? I don't think so, most of them are just fences. Think carefully, when you were scolded a few days ago, some people came forward to support you, and aren't there still some people willing to believe the statement you issued? Although there are very few people in this group, they are your true supporters. Don't you think you should give them an explanation?"

Zhen Lang felt aroused all over, feeling enlightened.

"Wife, you're right. I've stuck myself in a dead end. Looking back now, there are some people, some of them I still remember their names. For example, there is a person named Qingtian in our district who helps me fight with a group of trolls every day. I'm so terrible. What I want to care about in the future should be these people who have truly supported me!" Zhen Lang suddenly became passionate and hugged Shuimi'er tightly: "Wife, thank you. Every time I can't think of it, you will enlighten me."

"That's right, sister is your life mentor." Shuimi'er smirked.

Zhen Lang hugged her tighter, moved her mouth, and could no longer speak.

When he was confused and conflicted, when he was confused and helpless, there was such a girl accompanying him.

He remembered a sentence: company is the longest confession.
Chapter completed!