The host, Liu Na, interviewed the five losers in the shortest possible sentences, which was very touching.
Then, the emcee's microphone skipped over the others and went straight to Yang Ziyu's mouth.
There was actually such a good opportunity to pull another wave of aggro.
Yang Ziyu grabbed the microphone with his hand, afraid that the host would take it back.
"When these contestants came on stage just now, I realized that they were all glaring at me. I'm sorry, but I have to make it clear that I don't have any ill feelings towards them personally. They are also people who work hard for their dreams. But…"
Everyone in the live broadcast room pricked up their ears, ready to hear his shocking remarks.
The camera zoomed in and gave him a close-up. Yang Ziyu shifted his gaze to the camera in front of him and smiled brightly.
Everyone was guessing what Yang Ziyu was going to say.
"However, the influence they brought was too bad. Pretentious and not manly at all. As an idol, how many idiots would such a person bring out!”
His Hatred Points went from over 80 to over a million!
"Look at those little girls. Their outlook on life has become twisted. Look at the Chinese women around us. They worship foreign things and fawn over foreign countries. Each and every one of them can't wait to throw themselves at foreigners. As long as he was a foreigner, he would be willing to pay. Who cared if he was American or African? This was not a matter of fawning over foreigners. This was extremely stupid.”
1.8 million Hatred Points!
"Do you know what those girls are called in the eyes of foreigners? Do you know what esaygirl means? A woman who could be casually played with. The foreigners had spread the news that they could casually play with girls in China. Not only did they give them away for free, but they also paid for it. This is so f * cking embarrassing. Not only did you embarrass your parents, but you also embarrassed the country.”
Two million, two million two hundred thousand, two million four hundred thousand. His Hatred Points were still soaring.
The emcee started to snatch his microphone away. Yang Ziyu relied on his man's strength and height and refused to let go.
"Women represent the future of a country because they are the main force in raising children. If their brains were damaged, what would become of the future flowers of the motherland? I want to say that there are many great women in this country. However, there were also many women who had brain damage, especially young girls.”
3,000,000 Hatred Points! 3.2 million, 3.4 million, and it was still rising.
"China has a history of 5,000 years and has an extremely brilliant civilization. Our own culture is the best culture. There's no need to learn things that are neither male nor female. In the next competition, I will be singing a true Chinese song.”
"That's right, it's a Chinese style song. It's a type of song that has never appeared before. When that time comes, you will know what true Chinese culture is. Alright, that's all I have to say. Thank you everyone.”
3.5 million Hatred Points! Moreover, the speed at which his Hatred Points were increasing did not slow down. Yang Ziyu was overjoyed.
The emcee awkwardly took the microphone and said a few words before hastily ending it.
The director's hands were shaking. Damn, this was too much. He didn't expect such a big live broadcast incident to happen. He seemed to see a dark future ahead of him.
The staff in charge of checking the data carefully said,"Director, it's broken."
"Broken? What did you break?"
"It broke the record. It broke our show's highest viewership rating in the past, 12%."
"Really?"
"Really, the highest viewership rating just now was 12.23%."
The fat director sat down on the chair, feeling as if he had lost all his strength.
He suddenly jumped up and cursed,"Damn it, where is Yang Ziyu? I'm going to kill him!"”
The group of people hugged their waists and legs as they advised,"Calm down, calm down, director.”
"Calm down, my ass! Yang Ziyu, you were sent by my enemy to mess with me, right? I'm going to kill you! I'm going to die with you!”
"Director, director, it's a call from the station head.”
The fat director panted non-stop. He took a few deep breaths before calming down and waiting for his unknown fate.
"Sir, it's me. Yes, yes, yes ~ That's right! Yes ~ Ah? So it was like this. Is it really okay? Alright, I got it. I will definitely complete the mission."
After the fat director finished the call, the colleagues beside him swarmed over and hugged him again, afraid that he would take things too hard.
"What are you doing? Let me go! Where is Yang Ziyu?"
"Director, you can't. He's just a nameless soldier. He's just a little talkative. You don't have to die with him.”
His colleagues tried to persuade him.
"Die together? Who said that? I'm going to give him a red packet. He is the guarantee of our viewership ratings and the hero of the program team's record. Hurry up and let go. Take me to him.”
The group of colleagues were dumbfounded.
When the fat director found the backstage, he asked and found out that Yang Ziyu had already slipped away.
Yang Ziyu had no choice but to slip away. He felt as if countless pairs of eyes filled with killing intent were staring at him.
Especially those girls. Their gazes were so intense that they wanted to swallow him alive.
He took a break and left backstage. After leaving the television station, he didn't dare to stay any longer. He used his fastest speed to return to his hotel.
When he returned to the hotel, his Hatred Points had already reached four million.
It was originally a happy thing, but now he was actually starting to be afraid.
He couldn't stay here anymore. He had to leave quickly.
He asked the front desk to get him a big mask and bought the fastest flight back to Beijing overnight.
When he got off the plane and returned to his small rented apartment, it was already past two o'clock in the evening.
However, the Hatred Points did not decrease at all. It was now more than 600 and was still rising crazily.
What he didn't know was that the internet was filled with comments about the idol era and people cursing him.
The matter regarding his remarks was divided into two factions and they were fighting fiercely.
All the men supported him, and most of the women hated him.
The more people supported him, the more people hated him.
From the beginning of the debate, the anger of both sides slowly rose, and they began to curse and slander crazily.
When the women heard his words, they turned into dragons and used all their vicious words on him.
When Yang Ziyu woke up the next day, he realized that his hatred had already exceeded ten million.
He sucked in a breath of cold air.
Had he poked a hornet's nest with too much firepower?
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