C5 What Does It Have to Do with Your Headlines?

"I think I finally get why Prof. Xu's style is so modest—he must have spent all his savings battling his illness."

The live broadcast fell silent for a while...

Then, out of the blue, a viewer chimed in.

"In that case, let's raise some funds for the professor!"

"Yes, let's support Prof. Xu Wen—it's our turn to stand by him!"

"Let's go, go, go—protect Prof. Xu Wen!"

"Anchor, please forward our donations to the professor!"

Spurred by a viewer's suggestion, the live broadcast room buzzed with renewed energy. Viewers eagerly opened their wallets, sending virtual gifts like big rockets and supercars, lighting up Lulu's stream with their generosity.

Lulu watched, overwhelmed by the outpouring of support.

She hadn't anticipated meeting such a young professor, nor did she expect his accomplishments to shine so brightly, and least of all, that he had been silently enduring the torment of illness.

Suddenly, it felt as though a door had swung open in Lulu's heart.

This man was incredibly strong—stronger than anyone she'd ever encountered.

Reflecting on herself, she couldn't even manage a live broadcast properly, while this young professor had borne immense pain and surmounted countless obstacles to achieve what he had.

Next to him, she felt like nothing more than a speck of dust on the ground, and even Senior Brother Lu Ming paled in comparison.

"My dears, I'll tally up all your gifts and the entire income from this session. I promise to donate every penny to this admirable professor!"

The tenderness deep within Lulu was genuinely stirred.

Initially, she had thought Xu Wenn to be somewhat petty, then she hoped to ride on his coattails for a bit of fame, but now... her heart was filled with profound respect and admiration.

She had always chased the spotlight, never realizing that true significance had been right beside her all along.

...

In Zhou Baobao's live broadcast room.

"Boss, I've got it. It's a small-time anchor named Lulu who's made your headlines."

The assistant briefed Zhou Baobao, relaying the details through the backend software.

"What's this now? A small-time anchor? How small are we talking?"

Even as a top-tier anchor with millions of followers, Zhou Baobao knew that she couldn't always rest easy at the top—sometimes, an up-and-comer could steal the spotlight.

Some big brothers tuning into the live streams were just looking for a thrill, trying out new gimmicks by showering small-time anchors with lavish gifts, just to bask in their adoration.

In a nutshell, it was all a show—big brothers flexing for the sake of looking cool.

It wasn't a regular occurrence, though. A sporadic show of extravagance was pretty standard.

But when Zhou Baobao thought of "small-time anchors," she pictured those with at least a few hundred thousand followers.

"What? Barely a hundred fans?"

Zhou Baobao was flabbergasted!

When did an anchor with a mere hundred followers start overshadowing her?

Surely, there must be a glitch in TikTok's data, right?

Her immediate instinct was to reach out to TikTok's support—this wasn't the first time such an error had cropped up.

"The headline was directly provided by TikTok, no manipulation involved!"

Staring at the platform's response, Zhou Baobao was at a loss. What kind of answer was that?

So her two million yuan was just thrown away?

Spending money seemed worse than not spending at all.

Was this "Lulu" character the platform's golden girl or something?

"Why?"

Zhou Baobao wouldn't accept it.

"Why? Because she represents the nation's backbone, the beacon of hope for the resurgence of the Great Zhou Country! In comparison, you're insignificant!"

The platform's blunt reply came before they cut off communication, leaving Zhou Baobao without any further explanation.

"What the f*ck?"

Zhou Baobao was livid.

How dare they say she was insignificant compared to others?

TikTok clearly didn't recognize the clout of her ten million followers.

If they were going to play dirty, she wasn't going to play nice—she'd make sure their live stream paid the price.

"Wuwu, my family... I'm being singled out!"

After stewing in her emotions, Zhou Baobao finally mustered a few crocodile tears in her live stream, pleading to her fans.

Once Zhou Baobao had spiced up the story and shared it, the big brothers in her live stream were enraged.

My Zhou Baobao is the best there is, and the big brothers won't stand for her being slighted. How could she be upstaged by someone else?

Especially when they learned that the other party was just a minor anchor with a little over a hundred fans, their anger knew no bounds.

"What? That's actually happening?"

"What on earth is the platform up to??"

"They're clearly not taking our Zhou Family Army seriously!!"

"Come on, let's stir up some trouble in that anchor's live stream!"

"Let's do this, together!"

"Hold up, I'm coming too, let's all go!"

The fans in Zhou Baobao's live stream room quickly rallied together, united in their cause. Their beloved host, who had never lost a battle, was being disrespected, and the loyal followers couldn't stand by and watch.

Seeing her loyal supporters in the live stream room rallying behind her, Zhou Baobao couldn't help but beam with joy.

But this was just the beginning.

If she was going to cause a stir, she was going to go big.

After a moment's thought, Zhou Baobao whipped out her phone and composed a message to her assistants, which she promptly sent.

Her assistants, upon receiving their boss's directive, felt a surge of excitement and got to work.

"Pfft, Lulu!? You think you've got what it takes to be an anchor? You're out of your depth!"

Zhou Baobao felt a wave of contentment as she watched the viewers leave her live stream one by one.

She knew they were probably heading to Lulu's live stream, a testament to her own successful performance.

If all went as planned, she'd soon witness the so-called anchor "Lulu" exit her live stream in tears, never to return to the world of broadcasting again.

And as for Lu Ming!

He was just a businessman, yet he had the audacity to present himself as a national pillar, the beacon of hope for the revival of the Great Zhou Country.

What a farce!

Zhou Baobao was still fuming over being dismissed as "nothing" in her heart.

However, she had clearly misunderstood who the platform had referred to as a national pillar.

Over in Lulu's live stream room...

Lulu, who had initially been nervous on the platform, was now comfortably engaging with her viewers.

Having learned about Xu Wenn's real situation, she had long since put Lu Ming out of her mind.

Her viewers were more than generous, donating in droves, with gifts worth hundreds of dollars pouring in to help raise funds for Xu Wenn.

Meanwhile, Xu Wenn continued his so-called fiery speech on stage, blissfully unaware that donations were already flooding in for him in the live stream room.

All at once, Lulu noticed an influx of high-level sockpuppets streaming into her live broadcast room, seemingly out of nowhere.

Their flashy sockpuppet tags and entrance effects were a clear display of their elite status.

"Could they be here for Senior Brother Lu Ming again?"

Lulu was puzzled. Her obscure live broadcast room rarely attracted such high-ranking visitors.