Chapter 227 If you never forget it, there will be a response [Please vote for me~]

Moving his finger down, the comments of the trolls inevitably appeared in Yan Fuguang's eyes. He casually read some of them, and the more fierce they were, the more intense the comments became.

Putting down her tablet and no longer paying attention to what was in the "trash pile", she opened her account and edited a Weibo post.

[A belated Christmas gift, please remember to send me your private message address //@ HelsinkiLittle Popsicle: Let me state in advance what I am going to say next...]

Yan Fuguang directly forwarded "Little Popsicle"'s controversial Weibo post and said he would give her a gift!

Zhang Yuanyuan watched with her own eyes as Yan Fuguang crushed the scum into nothing with just one word. She suddenly felt a little envious of this favored little fan. This kind of surprise is what an ordinary fan wants most.

When you are most sad and helpless, your idol descends from the sky to help you drive away all the monsters and demons. How can you not be moved by this sense of security?

"Then what are you going to give her?" Zhang Yuanyuan asked curiously.

Thinking back to "Little Popsicle"'s eloquent speech, she seems to have said that she particularly likes durian, but now she lives in a dormitory and cannot raise a cat.

Yan Fuguang looked at Durian, who was sleeping soundly on the cat climbing frame, and got an idea.

"You help me buy that..."

Uh, I'm suddenly at a loss for words, mainly because Yan Fuguang doesn't know what that thing is called.

She found a small doll made by a pet blogger using the fur of his own husky: "This is the tool for making this."

Zhang Yuanyuan took a look, wasn't this some kind of felt poking fun?

"You want to do this?" She was in disbelief, and her eyes subconsciously turned to the big fat cat not far away, "Use durian hair?"

The poor durian doesn’t know it yet, but it’s about to turn into a ruthless hair-pulling machine.

But she had never seen Yan Fuguang doing handicrafts before. Zhang Yuanyuan asked uncertainly: "Can you do it?"

Yan Fuguang was very calm: "There are many tutorials, I can learn them."

This is also the first time that Zhang Yuanyuan has seen someone say "no" so fresh and refined.

Okay, it doesn't look too difficult. With Yan Fuguang's intelligence, he should be able to handle it easily.

Zhang Yuanyuan quickly found an online store called Poke Le to place an order. The store repeatedly promised that there would be detailed instructions and tutorials so that novices could understand it at a glance.

"Little Popsicle" didn't know about the sudden turn of events on the Internet. She had been trolled in the past few days and was doubting her life.

The last time we met and took a photo together on Chaohua.com, she was met with admiration from countless people and a surge in likes.

When an ordinary person is surrounded by such a sudden influx of positive traffic and suddenly realizes that there are so many people in the world paying attention to me and envying me, he will always feel a little excited and elated.

So "Little Popsicle" didn't think much about the revelation this time. She thought everything would be the same as last time and that countless people would envy her for knowing the secret so early, but the reality was completely different from her expectations.

She is just an ordinary international student. Perhaps the most glorious moment in her life was the last time she retweeted and commented on Weibo for nearly six figures. Half a year ago, she experienced the highlight that traffic brought her. Half a year later, she also faced a wave of oncoming traffic.

Fierce cyber bullying.

In the past few days, her friends have advised her not to go online, and even uninstalled all social media apps on her phone, just for fear that she might not be able to bear it anymore.

"Little Popsicle" is indeed very depressed. There may be more people scolding her in the past two days than she has encountered in her entire life. She is only 19 years old and has just started college. How could she have seen such a traffic storm.

After finally convincing herself to listen to her friends, she stopped going to Weibo or social media for a week, and waited quietly for the storm to pass. "Little Popsicle" steeled herself to get up and get ready to go to school. Suddenly, the phone next to her pillow began to vibrate crazily.

She rubbed her eyes and answered the phone in a hoarse voice, but her best friend's loud voice woke her up from her drowsiness and made her whole body tremble.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop yelling. What's wrong? Did a comet hit the earth or did you fail the exam again?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and get on Weibo, big things happen, big things happen!!!"

"Little Popsicle" is speechless. You uninstalled Weibo for me. Where can I log in to Weibo now?

As a result, the friend on the other end of the phone seemed to have been given a shot of blood. He hung up the phone before she could reply. She didn't know why she was so excited.

"Little Popsicle" hesitated for a moment, then silently cheered himself up and then re-downloaded Weibo. He closed his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and logged in!

Although the "New News" column still showed 999+, she only saw the ID named Yan Fuguang.

Because she has set up to only accept private messages from mutual friends, private messages are the only place where she has not fallen into trouble in the past two days.

But! What did she see?

Yan Fuguang actually sent her a private message? It couldn’t be a high imitation account, right?!

"Little Popsicle" tremblingly clicked on the message. In the upper left corner was the avatar and ID that she was so familiar with. Then there was a very simple message - can you tell me the address? I have a gift for you.

.

Is this the goddess herself?

Is this why good friends get chicken blood?

But don’t I have to set up mutual friends to be able to send private messages?

"Little Popsicle" tremblingly clicked on Yan Fuguang's profile picture again, and the page that popped up made her eyes almost pop out of the window. It was really Yan Fuguang's own homepage!

Moreover, the number of followers of Yan Fuguang displayed in the top row changed from 33, which she knew by heart, to 34. When she clicked on it, the one at the top of the row was actually the "Helsinki Popsicle"!

The goddess followed me specifically to leave me a message???

The facts are before our eyes, no matter how magical it is, we must believe it!

Pulling down further, Yan Fuguang's latest repost also came into her sight.

At this time, my friend's call came again, and she was still very excited, at least much more excited than her frightened client.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?" He was so excited that he couldn't speak without repeating the refrain.

"Looked at it."

"You're not excited? How can you not be excited? Are you sick? Are you stupid because you were trolled two days ago?"

It’s not me who’s sick, it’s you!!

"I just don't know what to say for a moment, I can't believe it, I..."

"Little Popsicle" is really confused because this thing is so unreal.

A small fan of hers who is a drop in the ocean suffered a little grievance on the Internet, but her idol actually found out, spoke for her, and even gave her gifts to comfort her!

How do you say that sentence, and if you keep thinking about it, there will be echoes?

This is too dreamy!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, the goddess said she wants to give you a gift, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm going crazy, why not me!"

"Well, the goddess even sent me a private message and asked me for my address."

"Huh? Private message? Did she pay special attention to you? I can't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore. If you keep talking, I'm afraid I will be jealous and strangle you to death right away!"

"Then should I reply? If I reply, will it appear that I am greedy? Will the goddess think that I am doing this just to gain attention? Will it..."

Maybe it was too shocking, maybe the turn was too bizarre, "Little Popsicle" suddenly became worried about gains and losses.
Chapter completed!