Chapter 99: Chapter 98: Video Violation, Sister Qi Teases
John Sinclair was taken aback, "Why?"
Once this video is posted online, the so-called national sisterly bond between them will be shattered.
Claire Green glanced at him indifferently, her tone casual and low, "You want to follow them to become a trending topic."
As soon as she finished speaking.
The two people speaking in the front row instantly looked over.
"Olivia, you mean if the video goes out, it might not just make them famous, but John Sinclair too."
Isabella Xyler immediately grasped the meaning behind her words, thinking about it carefully, it was true.
"Based on the video, what role do you think John Sinclair plays?" Claire Green asked lightly in return.
Upon hearing her, they were all stunned.
Indeed, according to the video, he was clearly painted as a villain, while the other two immediately became victims.
"Damn, I was only thinking about posting it to make them famous, didn’t think of this," John Sinclair awkwardly admitted, touching his nose.
He looked at the camera in his hand, scoffed, and tossed it into the box.
According to Claire, all the footage from these cameras were now useless, serving no purpose.
Suddenly, Sebastian Winn thought of something, furrowing his brows, he spoke with concern, "What if other students at the scene recorded the video and posted it?"
Claire Green’s eyes turned red, her lips curling into a thin, scornful smile, extremely sinister.
"They won’t be able to post it."
What did Claire mean by that?
The three of them all looked at each other in confusion.
Just as Claire Green said, those who recorded the video at the scene tried to post it on Weibo, only to find it impossible. The system constantly flagged the video as violating rules, resulting in a failure to send.
"Damn, what’s wrong with Weibo, why is my video violating the rules?" The guy’s face twisted, shouting angrily.
The girl beside him heard the noise and looked over in surprise, "You can’t post it either?"
"Yeah, it keeps saying my video is violating the rules."
"Mine shows the same thing. I guess maybe there’s a clean-up happening up top, so videos like this, which make it seem like school bullying, can’t be posted." The girl guessed, touching her chin.
The guy didn’t care about the need for a clean-up; he only knew he was missing out on earning traffic.
Suddenly.
A gleam of light appeared in the guy’s eyes, since the video couldn’t be posted, he would write an article. As long as he spiced it up a bit, he would gain traffic.
The girl watched as the guy, who was sullen just a moment ago, suddenly became excited, momentarily confused.
The guy’s fingers flew across his phone, and soon, an article titled "What the Actress Rosalind Gale Actually Did" was freshly published.
But just as he clicked send, Weibo’s system flagged it for violating rules again.
"Damn it, is Weibo just messing with me today," the guy cursed, throwing his phone in frustration, his face full of unwillingness.
Class Six.
Claire Green saw the message on her phone, her red lips slowly curling, yet her eyes held an ambiguous coldness.
Ha, there really are quite a few people wanting to ride the wave.
Unfortunately, all related content tags were flagged as violations.
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"Olivia, listen to my explanation," Rae Zander looked anxiously at the girl in front of her, speaking hurriedly.
Olivia Song shook off her hand, her face unhappy, "Explanation, you put quite a bit of force into that slap. Could it be, as John Sinclair said, you’ve wanted to do that for a long time."
Finally, she thought of something and continued, "Look at my face now, what about the shoot tomorrow? Wouldn’t you be thrilled to see me scolded by the director?"
"I really didn’t, you’re my best friend, how could I do that," Rae Zander blurted out without hesitation.
But Olivia Song looked unconvinced, speaking sadly, "I also consider you a friend, but you really let me down today."
After speaking, she left without a glance at Rae Zander, exuding a cold aura.
Watching her figure depart, Rae Zander lowered her head in sadness, muttering to herself, "Why won’t you trust me, I have my reasons."
It has to be said, John Sinclair sure played his cards well. Although the two are just fair-weather friends, once the seed of suspicion is planted, the two of them will have much to explore in the future.
As soon as Olivia Song left, she immediately made a call, asking someone to keep an eye on the online trends, and to promptly handle any negative news related to her.
Such an incident happened today, and someone at the scene definitely recorded a video. Although she appears to be the victim, human nature is unpredictable, and she can’t take the risk.
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"Ethan, the song is more or less recorded. How about having K come over to take a look?"
Edward Monroe wiped the sweat from his face while watching the man suggestively.
Ethan Song noticed his clothes damp with sweat from dancing, his expression suddenly becoming a bit unnatural.
He lowered his eyes and spoke softly, "Sure, you can contact her."
"My phone’s dead, can I use yours?"
Upon saying this.
Edward Monroe didn’t notice his change in demeanor, directly sitting down next to him, picking up his phone without hesitation to dial a number.
The masculine aura was getting stronger, prompting Ethan Song to instinctively move away, constantly wiping his sweaty palms on his pants.
Doesn’t Edward realize how dangerous he is right now?
Feeling his movement, Edward Monroe looked at him blankly, "What’s wrong with you?"
Meeting his gaze, Ethan Song suddenly felt a bit flustered, speaking somewhat stutteringly, "N-nothing... just you... after dancing... the smell on you is a bit..."
Upon hearing this.
Edward Monroe’s face changed abruptly, instinctively lowering his head to smell himself, only to look up moments later, "There’s no smell, you want to check again?"
He said, leaning in directly, looking at the man expectantly.
Looking at those innocent dark eyes in front of him, Ethan Song couldn’t help but hold his head, you’re all grown up, yet still as obstinate as a child.
"Are you intentionally saying that to distance yourself from me?"
Edward Monroe frowned, growing more certain that he was right.
But why would he want to distance himself?
Hearing this, Ethan Song paused for a moment, then laughed softly, never mind, this guy hasn’t figured it out yet, and won’t for a while.
He leaned over and knocked on Edward’s head, speaking with a smile, "What are you talking about, am I that kind of person? Maybe I smelled wrong just now."
Hearing the answer, Edward finally felt relieved.
On the other end of the phone, Claire Green, resting her chin on her hand, listened to their entire conversation with raised eyebrows, things were progressing quickly.
Her lips curled up with interest, "Did you call just to let me hear all this?"
The girl’s voice wasn’t loud, but with Edward Monroe on speaker, both of them were startled by the sudden sound.
In an instant, Edward came to his senses and spoke in frustration, "I forgot to call K."
All because of Ethan, randomly saying there’s a smell on him, though, as an artist, he should be wary of such things.
"Without forgetting about me, how else would you two ’talk’?"
Claire Green’s voice was filled with amusement and teasing.
Edward Monroe quickly explained, "It’s not what you think. He said I smelled, so I asked him to smell again."
Ethan Song, sitting beside him, found it quite amusing to watch the bewildered person in front of him, what a fool, doesn’t he realize that such an explanation makes it even more suspicious?
"Tsk, I understand, maybe you should continue, and call me once you’re done," Claire Green spoke with a few traces of laughter and significance in her voice.