Seven Xiao

Chapter 201: Olivia Song Goes Viral, the Last Moments of Warmth

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Olivia Song Goes Viral, the Last Moments of Warmth


Recently, Olivia Song has been in the limelight. Ever since "Gale Realm" aired, there’s been a constant buzz on Weibo’s hot search topics.


From being questioned initially to now having a show go viral, her popularity is almost rivaling that of top-tier celebrities.


"Olivia, can you tell us what’s going to happen next with Gale?"


Class One.


Olivia Song was surrounded by a crowd, with people even standing at the classroom door, taking photos and recording videos.


"Sorry, the director said no spoilers. Please be patient; the next part will be released soon."


Being so highly sought after, Olivia Song felt a significant sense of satisfaction deep down, with a gentle smile almost overflowing on her face.


Since returning from the math competition last time, the way everyone in the school looked at her was strange, occasionally expressing admiration for Claire Green.


Now, everything has returned to its original state.


So what if Claire won a gold medal? The online crowd’s memory is limited. Who would even remember her now?


"Alright then, Olivia, can I have your autograph?"


"I want an autograph too."


"Can I take a picture with you, Olivia?"


The crowd excitedly voiced their requests.


And Olivia Song didn’t disappoint them, smiling as she spoke, "Sure, one by one."


In the corner of the classroom, Rae Zander rested her cheek on her hand, watching the scene, and casually spoke.


"Regret it?"


Knowing what she was being asked about, Rae Zander put down her pen, her expression indifferent.


"Nothing to regret."


"But if you hadn’t fallen out with her, you would also be popular now, after all, you two were the nation’s beloved best friends."


Upon hearing this.


Rae Zander looked at her coldly, "Do you find it amusing to disgust me on purpose?"


Just thinking about those words made her stomach churn, wishing she could throw it all up.


She truly didn’t understand how she could have been so blind back then.


"My bad," Rae offered an apologetic smile, "but do you think she’ll stay popular for long this time?"


She didn’t want to keep seeing this nauseating scene of everyone fawning over her.


"It’s none of my business," Rae Zander picked up her pen again, "if you’re interested, you can ask her directly."


The implication was that she didn’t want to be disturbed.


Seeing that she truly had no interest, Rae gave a shrug of disinterest and stood up to leave.


...


"Close the door."


A long line of people stood in the hallway, excitedly chatting.


The noisy sound made John Sinclair feel irritable, and he spoke coldly.


The next second.


The classroom door and windows were shut tight, finally quieting the noise a bit.


"This is so annoying, it’s just one show, and she really thinks she’s such a big star."


Zoe looked at her scribbled-up draft paper, her tone icy.


This was supposed to be a school, forcibly turned into her personal stage. Once or twice could be tolerated, but not every day; they also needed to study.


"Who cares, when she has money and power. The internet is practically singing her praises, with not a single bad review."


Another girl glanced at her phone, seeing something, and rolled her eyes in disbelief, joining in the sarcastic tone.


The saying that "money can make the devil work" couldn’t be truer, and the hired online critics on Weibo were the best proof.


Seeing the uniform comments about how beautiful and amazing her acting was, really made her nauseous enough to want to vomit yesterday’s dinner.


"Claire, should we ask Mr. Jing to take action?"


Isabella Xyler glanced at the crowd eagerly complaining, then looked at the girl, and whispered softly.


The girl’s slender fingers scrolled the screen, her cold eyes lifted, containing unclear meaning.


"The time hasn’t come yet."


The original soul lived in the Abyss for years. Rather than destroying Olivia Song, watching her fall into the mud, unable to climb back up, was much more interesting.


...


At eight o’clock in the evening.


The latest episodes of "Gale Realm" were updated on major video apps.


As they watched Rosaline Gale fall off a cliff in the drama, viewers couldn’t help but feel concerned. When she was saved later, they felt relieved.


Two episodes went by quickly, with the last shot lingering on Rosaline’s pure eyes.


Very soon.


The latest hot search topic appeared.


"Rosaline’s Eyes"


Almost as soon as it made the list, the comment section was flooded with praise.


[Her eyes are too pure, like an eternity in one glance.]


[She really brought Gale to life in my heart.]


[Director Wang’s vision never fails, let’s work together on a bright path!]


The viewers who opened Weibo and saw such baffling topics, clicked in out of curiosity, and were instantly left speechless.


To spend money on a hot search for this nonsense, even if you’re not short on cash, don’t insult our intelligence.


[If even an eye can be praised to this extent, are you hiring? I’m a professional when it comes to compliments.]


[Count me in, top graduate of Chinese studies, definitely better at compliments than you.]


[Such an absurd hot search, are they going to go through all her facial features next time?]


Shortly after these critical comments were posted by netizens, they were all deleted.


Some even received messages saying their posts were removed for spreading false information.


In an instant.


Netizens’ rebellious spirit was immediately aroused.


If they aren’t allowed to post, they’ll insist on posting.


If you’ve got the guts, keep deleting them.


Moreover, a major blogger posted a critical Weibo, which was quickly deleted by the system, but not before many had already taken screenshots.


[Wow, capitalism is so blatant now, as soon as you say something negative, it’s deleted.]


[Not only are comments deleted, but her fans act like mad dogs, attacking anyone in sight, flooding many with private messages.]


[It’s hilarious, now people don’t even have the right to speak normally; if you don’t praise her, you’re a hater.]


[Scared now, rather than commenting, why not just give the show a low rating.]


This comment directly pointed out the best option for everyone.


In no time, ratings for "Gale Realm" across major apps were steadily declining.


...


Under warm yellow lights, an open laptop on the table emitted a faint glow, displaying all the online activity and comments.


Claire Green returned to her room with a glass of milk, glanced at the data on the computer, and raised an eyebrow; it was progressing faster than she expected.


At this rate, she’d soon be able to enjoy the despair on the faces of the Song family trio.


Placing the milk aside, her slender fingers slowly began typing on the keyboard, and the computer screen changed instantly.


Green code lines kept jumping at a rapid pace.


As the spacebar was pressed, various surveillance images suddenly appeared on the screen.


In the image, Dane Song and his family sat happily on the sofa watching TV, Olivia occasionally speaking, causing her parents to laugh heartily.


No one noticed that their every move was being watched.


The original soul never enjoyed sitting and watching TV with this family; it was always nonstop work, doing the job of a maid.


After a while.


Rage flickered across Claire’s eyes, and she laughed quietly with a deep meaning, "Slowly enjoy your last moments of warmth."


Then the screen changed again.


The screen was filled with documents that were overwhelming at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that each one recorded every improper transaction made by the Song Group since its founding.


Her fingers moved slightly, and a moment later, the words ’Successfully Sent’ appeared on the screen.


Song Manor.


Dane Song listened indulgently to Olivia talk about her experiences on the set, when suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated.


He picked it up and upon looking at it, his face immediately turned pale.


But it wasn’t over yet.


The next second.


A message followed.


[The game is about to end. Has Mr. Song guessed who I am?]