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In just an hour, tens of thousands of comments flooded the Weibo post posted at noon. The hot comments below were extremely noisy.

Mianfeng's giggling: Great, there just happens to be a mother Bao to learn, thank you very much!

Whether it hurts or not: The Buddha said that Buddha is born from the heart, and there is Buddha in the heart. Everything that one sees is Buddha, and in the heart, there is cow poop, and everything that one sees is cow poop. To the flamer.

The Cave Inn: What do you mean by not trying to get hot? Don't come out and act cool. What are you pretending to be noble about!

When Ji An'an learned that Weibo had fallen, it was still her good friend, Luo Xuexin, who called.

At that time, she had just finished coaxing her son to take a nap and was preparing to lie down as well.

"An An, the Weibo post you posted today has been attacked."

"What's going on?" Ji An'an was a bit confused.

Ji An'an's Weibo was immediately searched.

"It should be because some netizens said that you're trying to get popular. Wait a moment, I'll take a screenshot for you. Take a look at WeChat."

Not long after, her phone rang a few times. Ji An'an opened her WeChat and looked at the screenshot of the Weibo comments from her friend.

Basically, they were all scolding her for thinking too much. She was shameless, her drawing skills were not good, and there were even people who were critical and picky.

She put the phone back to her ear and said in a normal voice, "I'm done reading."

Luo Xuexin angrily scolded him, "Did you see that? I've read a few of the comments and they're almost dead from anger. The people these days are really vicious and angry, and I think they're just sulking in their lives. They're twisted in their minds and come to the internet to vent out their feelings of existence. They're blind! Anyway, they don't have a real name on the internet and aren't afraid of people checking their water meters …"

She didn't stop talking for a long time. After taking a breath, she slowly consoled, "An An, don't take these people's words to heart. They are all the losers of your life. They aren't worth getting angry at."

Ji An'an listened quietly for a while and felt her heart warm. Only a true friend would feel sorry for you, as if they shared the same feelings and feelings for you.

She said softly, "I'm not angry, I just find it funny. What they say, I do what I can, it's not a conflict. Anyhow, if someone thinks that I can see through them, then my goal will be achieved. As for the flamers, it doesn't matter."

Luo Xuexin let out a sigh of relief when she heard this, "There are too many keyboard warriors online. When I was on the internet, I had many people scolding me, but who am I to go back and fight back? I'm afraid that you will be soft. If you get bullied, you won't retaliate. You can't stand the violence on the internet. After all, this stuff can injure people and make them invisible. But now, it seems like I'm worrying for nothing."

Ji An'an quipped, "Yes, yes, yes. Your highness, Xuexin's fighting strength is explosive. I saw your trumpet just now. Thank you for arguing with them for me."

Luo Xuexin giggled from the side. "So what!?" If not for the fact that I'm afraid of causing you unnecessary trouble, I would have killed my way over by now! Cursing my friend, how can I sit still and wait for death? Let's see if I don't kill them all! "

Ji An'an was amused by her pride. "Yes, yes, yes. Your majesty is domineering, but don't waste your time on me. After all, I'm a forgetful person. No one will care about me once time passes."

Luo Xuexin nodded. "That is true, but I still can't stand watching it. How can I bully such a beautiful fairy like you? You go ahead and busy yourself first, then I'll go fight five hundred times over."

In Luo Xuexin's eyes, her good friend was a typical little woman raised in the south of the Yangtze River. She was gentle and delicate, beautiful and lovely. She was only suitable to use a brush to draw and caress a zither and recital poem.

It was unsuitable for a good friend to go on a flame fight personally, so it was up to her to defend her friend's purity!

Ji An'an couldn't win against her. She needed to get everything ready for a good rest. It was a rare weekend where she didn't have to work overtime.

He didn't know if the caller was listening or not, but he casually hung up the phone.

She shook her head and laughed. Although there was such an episode, it did not affect her thoughts of taking another nap.

Last night, after drawing the online script, she had to use the whole night's worth of time to get up early in the morning. She really couldn't bear the sleepiness anymore.

However, what Ji An'an did not know was that during her one hour lunch break, the war of words had escalated to an even greater level.

Originally, that Weibo post was filled with fans and flamers, but with the popularity of the post increasing, many passers-by joined in. The number of flamers and keyboarders also increased.

The flame war was not limited to just the text itself. Some of them directly posted on Weibo, beginning to hack at the identity of the blogger, including the anime that was about to be released, and even involved the world of comics.0

It didn't matter if they just watched: Did no one take advantage of this Weibo owner? He had only posted over a hundred Weibo posts. How could he have so many fans? He didn't buy it?

The most important thing is that the Goddess replied that it was no big deal: I think these are all trolls, otherwise how could a little painter be so powerful?

Little Meng: "According to reliable sources, this painter isn't that good. At least on the same website, there are plenty of people stronger than her. But why is her manga adapted?" The reason was simple. A few years ago, she was taken care of by the upper management, which was why she was able to sell her IP. As for whether she was a top management of the website or an anime company, it was hard to say.

This comment from little Meng had let many netizens smell the scent of gossip. After all, these days, rich people and those who were raised had become the hot topic of the netizens. Therefore, many people began to discuss this topic.

Sister Wu Xiaoxiao: I can attest that there were these rumors in the comics industry back in the day. I can tell you all that this "M" painter is full of black matter. It's the shame of the comics industry. I really don't know why such a person would have fans supporting him.

6: To tell you the truth, this painter is not even as good as our family's Rose! Now I finally know why my family can't sell copyright, so it was us who didn't hold a hand, so dark!

Hairy Party: Don't you know the face of this painter? Suppressing the rookie painter and purposely showing off his painting skills, in order to promote the anime that was about to be released, he actually had to get so excited about this sort of news. Trash!

Little Feng's baby: If you don't like to see people forcing themselves to look, what's the meaning of scolding the painter?

Little Feng's Hand-Warming Treasure: Support Mianfeng!

It takes a big hug to get up: Eight words to say! These javelins are really cheap, aren't they afraid of retribution?

Xiao Yu: "Pure passerby, why did you do such a good thing? Even people with dark thoughts come to slander you free of charge?"

A large group of people swarmed into Weibo and cursed loudly. All the comments made for Ji An'an were drowned in the insults.

And there are also "a certain famous M painters as a person of small three" "a certain M painters to hold up the low" "M initials for propaganda of the hand to break off the heat" and other revelations.

All of a sudden, the hot news, M Painter Xiao-San, the painting was frequently on the hot search, attracted everyone's attention.

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