The live comments section had devolved into a full-blown digital riot. It was a swirling vortex of memes, accusations, and breathless speculation, fueled by the sheer spectacle of Seojun's meltdown. The sheer volume of comments was overwhelming, scrolling at an impossible speed. Here's a glimpse into the madness:
**Trending Topics:** #SeojunChaos #ChuTanSlapFail #LombardiFamilyProtects #WhiteLotusPrinceUnleashed #DirectorLiSecret #SeojunShoulderThrow
**Top Comments (Constantly Refreshing):**
DramaQueen99: I. CANNOT. BREATHE! He just SHOULDER-THREW Chu Tan! This is better than any K-drama! 🤯🤯🤯
HaterSupreme: HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Countless of people believed that this must be a skit prepared by Seojun and Chu Tan for the fans.
The question then went to the male lead who played in the Jiao Yan.
"Your fanbase has expanded significantly it seems that everyone adores you, and you reciprocate their affection do you not?" The host asked.
The male lead Zhang Qingyi was momently stunned by the surreal development unfolding on stage and upon hearing the hosts question. He quickly forced a smile.
"Of course; my fans and I have always been mutually devoted to Wushan.
"He should be stepping on sewing machine, sleeping with fans."
As Seojun was being escorting off the stage by the bodyguard his mouth could not control itself not in his own thoughts. Spills all kinds of dirt of Zhang Qingyi. He feebly twisted and struggled making his way forward while gesturing toward the camera with an exaggerated hand signal.
Zhou Tang hurri sly sized the microphones from his grasp. The other stars once again bombarded theory shocking revelations displayed expression of astonishment, and murmurs of disbelief filled the air.
That night the Weibo entire exploded in popularity.
Each of the trending topics where of Seojun how he relieved people secrets without a filter.
Of course when Seojun was in the car his manager gave him an ear full but Seojun couldn't be blamed was it his fault that he has a honesty curse? Or a self sabotage system he must earn countless of points? He just wants to make it out alive. Her manager Lu Xiao did not stop talking his manger was so angry. To everyone in showbiz Seojun was an orphan with no family even his manager didn't know that he was the youngest son of the Lombardi Family.
Lu Xiao's tirade was relentless, a torrent of frustrated expletives and panicked pronouncements about ruined careers and irreparable damage.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?! The network is in meltdown! Your reputation! Our reputation! Everything is circling the drain!" He paced the length of the luxurious car, his face a mask of barely contained fury.
Seojun leaned back against the plush leather seats, feigning nonchalance. He stared out the window at the flashing city lights, a faint smile playing on his lips. {Bubble, how many points did I get this time?}
Bubble: Host, you're breaking records! 50,000 hatred points!
When the car pulled over to his villa he let out a sigh he was tired he was ready to go to sleep. He was ready to forget about today! He opened the villa he rubbed his eyes, he threw his jacket at the chair and walked to the kitchen to grab some water.
The light in the living room blinding him momentarily, but even more blinding were the five distinctly styled men seating upon the sofa. Seojun chocked on his water.
{Holy shit holy shit! Let me run away and hide behind a tree and never come out! Bubble help me help me!} Seojun complained and the five villains all heard Seojun inner thoughts.
Seojun was no fool he trembled for an instant before he hastily attempted to flee from this damned hellscape. Just has he turned five voices ran out simultaneously.
"Seojun."
"SeoSeo."
"Seojun."
"little rose."
"Seo."