The atmosphere was a bit romantic and anxious!
Qin Muyan bit her lip.
Her face was as red as blood.
Meng Hao, whose mind was still occupied with thoughts of resuming the broadcast tomorrow, glanced at Qin Muyan—
This girl.
Hesitating to speak, yet hesitating to leave.
The loose, oversized white hoodie swayed with her trembling body.
It seemed as if she was half-resisting, half-inviting.
Huh?
Was there something wrong with what I just said?
Meng Hao subconsciously glanced at Qin Muyan, then surveyed the spacious, open-plan apartment that served as both office and living space.
His mind suddenly cleared up.
"Uh!"
"Don't misunderstand!"
"I mean, everyone to their own room, shower, and bed!"
Qin Muyan stomped her foot.
With a blushing face like a ripe peach from a first crush, she ran off.
And left in a hurry.
She kept muttering to herself.
Meng Hao!
You idiot straight man!!
Couldn't you have persisted a little, asked me to stay!!!
If you had said even half a sentence more, I would have definitely stayed.
Is it possible that I, a woman, have to be the one to break through that last layer of paper-thin understanding!
Watching Qin Muyan run off with a blushing face.
Meng Hao was completely bewildered!
This girl, could she have misunderstood!
Well, Qin Muyan was indeed beautiful, with a top-notch figure and face.
However.
He, Meng Hao, had set his sights on becoming a man who could encompass the sea.
Love!
Women!
Romantic entanglements!
They would only slow down his pursuit of scientific truth... Well, these personal affairs would have to wait.
...
The post Meng Hao made on his personal page on Bilibili was instantly shared across the entire internet.
On platforms like Douyin, Toutiao, and Zhihu, it immediately climbed to the top of the trending searches.
It was on the verge of breaking out of the niche military fan circle and becoming a topic of discussion among netizens.
That evening, before midnight.
The entire internet was mocking Meng Hao.
Especially the paid trolls and keyboard warriors, who used Meng Hao's post as an excuse to relentlessly attack Huarong Industrial, while promoting the mecha concept companies founded by their anonymous employers.
"Damn, Meng Hao's courage is truly admirable!"
"Tomorrow is the day Bilibili ordered him to shut down his live stream."
"Is he trying to have a final, wild party during the last window of opportunity!"
"From tomorrow onwards, there will be no more Meng Hao, no more Huarong Industrial on the Great Xia internet!"
"..."
The netizens, completely unaware of what was happening.
The frenzied trolls and paid keyboard warriors.
Before the internet magnates like Chen Junta, who were only interested in making a quick buck, from Bilibili, who were "interviewed," completely removed the negative news related to Meng Hao from their platforms.
They were still barking incessantly.
They spared no effort in forwarding this post by Meng Hao across the internet, directing a massive amount of traffic to Bilibili and Meng Hao's live stream.
These paid rabid dogs naturally wouldn't act without a motive.
Their thinking was simple.
Meng Hao.
Was about to be banned from the entire internet.
Ordered by Bilibili to stop broadcasting.
In the final live stream.
The more people there were, and the more popular it was, the more they could perform wildly during Huarong Industrial's last broadcast.
By relentlessly attacking Meng Hao, they could promote the mecha concept companies of their employers and share in more traffic.
After all.
The fiercer they barked, and the harder they suppressed Meng Hao, the more "meat" they could snatch from Huarong Industrial's final broadcast.
Their benefactors behind the scenes would then reward them with more pay.
For those "bone rewards."
These rabid dogs, who had no conscience, barked and shouted with all their might.
...
As expected.
The frenzied forwarding by these unscrupulous rabid dogs caused quite a stir in public opinion.
Even many onlookers outside the military fan circle were drawn in. m..oΓg
Whether it was on Tieba, Bilibili, Zhihu, Douyin, or any other social platform.
Before midnight that evening.
Discussions about Meng Hao and Huarong Industrial topped the comment and hotness rankings on their respective social platforms.
"Huarong Industrial? The private toy company that first proposed the mecha concept? I heard they were going to be banned... It seems this is their last dance... The broadcast is tomorrow morning at nine, right? I'll definitely tune in!"
"A true warrior dares to face a bleak life, dares to confront dripping blood... Brother Hao is fighting against the entire internet capital by himself, he is a true hero... Just for Brother Hao's domineering actions, I will offer my final tribute to him tomorrow at nine!"
"Even though he's being blackmailed by the whole internet and slandered by various narratives, Brother Hao still shouts the slogan 'Always imitated, never surpassed.' This is a declaration of war against those black-hearted capitalists... It's a shame. I believe that the mechas independently developed by Brother Hao are definitely the most awesome in the entire network, even the world. But what's the use, they're still going to die under the smear campaign of capital... Tomorrow, I will mourn the death of another national enterprise!"
"Isn't there anyone who can manage these black-hearted capitalists?"
"Why aren't the regulatory departments stepping in..."
"Do conscientious private enterprises and the pride of domestic products have no future..."
"..."
The eyes of the people are discerning.
Faced with the frenzied barking, random slandering, and suppression of Meng Hao and Huarong Industrial by the online rabid dogs.
The vast majority of netizens expressed their grievances and indignation.
However.
In the face of capital of hundreds of billions, trillions, and tens of trillions of yuan.
The voice of the people seemed exceptionally small.
In the end.
Will it be another victory for black-hearted capital?
...
The next day.
Less than half an hour before nine o'clock.
Meng Hao, having already washed up and tidied himself, was sitting in front of the computer, preparing to go live.
Qin Muyan, who lived in another employee dormitory building.
Arrived late.
Her makeup, outfit, and attire were clearly meticulously prepared.
Unlike the revealing hoodie from last night, seemingly worn with nothing underneath.
Qin Muyan's recent attire exuded the aura of a mature, cool OL office girl.
However, her makeup leaned towards that of a young, first-love girl.
It was obvious.
Recently.
Qin Muyan, who had abandoned her years of focus on engineering knowledge and disregarded her appearance, had seriously studied makeup, hairstyling, and fashion.
However.
Whether this transformation was driven by the mindset of "a woman adorns herself for the one she loves," or by the desire to complete the live broadcast work assigned by Huarong Industrial with quality and quantity.
That remained unknown.
But.
One thing was certain.
In front of Meng Hao, Qin Muyan would wear as much as possible.
And in front of the public, in the live stream view, she would wear as much as possible.
"Brother Hao."
"I'm late."
"Sorry!"
Seeing a trace of surprise in Meng Hao's eyes.
Qin Muyan brushed her hair, smiled, and sat down next to Meng Hao.
There was no trace of the awkwardness from the romantic atmosphere created last night.
With more than five minutes left until nine o'clock sharp.
Meng Hao withdrew his gaze, which had been fixed on Qin Muyan.
He sat up straight.
His right hand controlled the mouse, took a deep breath... and clicked the "Go Live button."
The live stream room of Huarong Industrial on Bilibili officially resumed after a long hiatus!