Gou Songze and Xia Xianning, who knew him best, immediately realized something was wrong when they saw Luo Yingbai’s expression, and asked in unison: “What’s wrong?”
Luo Yingbai turned abruptly and ran towards Ou Ziheng’s house: “Quick, go back!”
Just moments ago, Luo Yingbai’s phone vibrated again. When he opened it, he found a new comment under the Weibo post sent using the “Brother White’s Random Fortune-Telling” account that had followed Xia Xianning’s trend.
Red text!
Most of the original comments were “haha”, some calling it cute, some mocking the imagined image of an old Taoist priest posting such a cute emoji. Only this newly added red comment seemed completely out of place.
Celebrity Ou Ziheng: @Brother White’s Random Fortune-Telling My head! My head is dancing on the ground! Save me, quick, quick, quick!
The last three blood-red “quick” words were shocking, carrying an almost tangible sense of urgent panic. The timestamp was unprecedented close: 23:46, exactly 1 minute from now.
As Luo Yingbai and the other three were racing to save someone, Ou Ziheng was standing to one side, cursing furiously and extremely agitated.
“I just don’t understand! I really don’t understand! Is this kid using some kind of demonic art!”
Did I cause him trouble? That time he got me into a mess! I tried to find someone to beat him up and got bumped into, he claimed he knew the principal when accused of cheating. Today, I finally got him here.
Zhuo Chuan: “Cough cough!”
Ou Ziheng’s curse was interrupted, and he immediately remembered which “pretty boy” he wanted to insult. His words stopped, and in his extreme anger, he swallowed back what he was about to say, his face turning red, and concluded: “Anyway, he’s just a bastard, a fraud pretending to be supernatural, only knowing how to rely on others like a coward!”
Zhuo Chuan advised: “Brother Ou, I think you should let it go. He’s not even in our circle. We don’t need to argue with him. Besides, he has the surname Luo and is close to the Xia family’s young master.”
