Mother Earth is divided [Honghuang]

[You...have you recently...has anything happened? ]

[......]

[I'm so panicked!what to do?Do you also-]

[what to do! ]

……

Hong Zhiyuan followed the video and entered the comment area. Among the hot comments with the most likes, he randomly found a particularly foul-smelling one and browsed down. As expected, some "you know I know" comments quietly occupied the comment area.While this kind of somewhat mysterious comments are increasing rapidly, they are also disappearing rapidly, as if someone is guarding the comment area to delete messages at any time.

After verifying the comments several times, the person who left the message keenly discovered that as long as keywords such as "rotten face" and "rotten" appear in the comments, they will be immediately retrieved and deleted by big data—not only this software, but other major The same is true for video software, forums, post bars, etc.

What is even more frightening is that even if there are no obvious keywords in the message, as long as there is a hint in this regard, the message cannot stay on the Internet for too long, and it will disappear without a trace every half an hour at most. trace.

Hong Zhiyuan held the phone with both hands, fixed his eyes on the screen, swipe up with his fingers, and finally saw a message in an inconspicuous corner: [28XXX09, I understand. ]

He immediately took a screenshot with his fastest hand speed, read it twice, switched software to search for the string of numbers, filled in the verification information and sent the application, and soon, the other party agreed to his application.

Facts have proved that there are not many people like Hong Zhiyuan who are on the Internet and have experience talking. When he joined this multi-person chat group, there were already more than [-] people in the group, and the name of the group chat was impressively written. There are seven big characters written "Fourteen Groups of Facial Disease Treatment".

[Come on, what are you going to do? ]

[How is everyone? ]

[That video is unspeakably evil, I have already invited the master to see what the master said. ]

[How is the state, of course the state is not good!I really fucked her ancestors!Smelly**! ]

[Or call the police!This video of her caused this disease in so many people!Shouldn't she be paying for it? ! ]

[ha?What kind of nonsense is the above ** talking about?Call the police?Do you think anyone will care about you?We can't even talk about it in the comments section of other software!It's disgusting, another bunch of disgusting dogs. ]

[I am already contacting the best medical experts, and I will share it with everyone in the group when the test results come out. ]

[Stop scolding you bastards!Instead of complaining here, it's better to think about how to cure your bad face. ]

Hong Zhiyuan observed for a while, typed out a long string of words and was about to participate, when he suddenly received a private message from a netizen, he paused, quit the group chat and clicked on another chat box.

[Daren, I saw you in the group. ]

After sending this sentence, the status of this netizen named "What's wrong with me as a keyboard man" is displayed as "the other party is typing..." from time to time, and it took a full 2 ​​minutes before the second message was sent: [Although listening It sounds a little ridiculous, but... But I still want to persuade you to turn your back on it. ]

Hong Zhiyuan's online name is "Surfing Daren". When contacting these online friends, they kept secret very tacitly and never disclosed their real information to each other, including name, age, job, place of residence, etc.—they were The perpetrators of cyber violence are more aware of the horror and power of cyber violence, and are more cautious than ordinary people.

Hong Zhiyuan was a little surprised by what the keyboard man said, and subconsciously replied with a question mark: [? ]

[Why do you say that? ]

[You, what happened to you? ]

After struggling repeatedly, Keyboard Man replied with difficulty: [Actually... I deleted the comment under the blogger's video this morning.Almost as soon as I deleted the comment, the pain on my face lessened a lot, and I, I was going to apologize. ]

The second paragraph was typed much faster than the first paragraph, and the keyboard man analyzed himself in depth: [I have thought about it carefully in the past two days, the video is indeed evil, but in the final analysis... we made mistakes first, didn't we?I can’t imagine why I became what I am now when I speak badly to people based on a momentary impulse and anger. Obviously, when I was in junior high school, I never commented on other people’s affairs at will, let alone use this malicious remarks against others.I, I'm sorry, it's hard for me to describe my feelings to you, it's like the whole person is sober... Anyway, that's it, I'm thinking about the content of my apology to that figurine blogger.If necessary... I plan to do some charitable things or donate money to offset my sins. ]

[Sorry, I still want to live. ]

After Keyboard Man said the last sentence, his avatar lost its color and his status changed to "offline".

After reading the message he sent, Hong Zhiyuan's mind dazzled by complex emotions such as anger and fear gradually became calm. He held the phone in both hands and remained silent for a long time. Word deletion.

There are many stupid people and many smart people in the world, but most of them are ordinary people with complicated human nature.

In several "face disease treatment" groups, each group has some thorns jumping up and down, provoking the emotions of the masses. However, the vicious messages in Nuwa's comment area are quietly decreasing. At the same time, various Apologetic comments skyrocketed, too.

The only thing that is certain is that everyone is responsible for what they say and do, and that will never change.

Due to the proper handling by the Special Investigation Office, the spread of this matter is not particularly wide. At least the group of students in No. [-] Middle School who just got their mobile phones from their parents know almost nothing about it.

"It's 10:30!" Han Yuewen sat on the tiles at the bottom of the railing in the playground, resting her heavy head on Jiang Tang's shoulders: "How can Old Li be so good at talking! I want to go home!!"

Jiang Tang stroked her hair lovingly, and mercilessly punctured her fantasy: "Think about it, it's only 10:30, which parents' meeting must not be held until after twelve o'clock."

Han Yuewen: "Oh."

Old Litou is quite good at chanting, if the nickname "Old Litou" is not too catchy, the students in the second class will definitely call him "Tang Seng" affectionately.

It is not the first time for many parents to deal with him, and they have adapted well to this.

As for the only "newcomer"...

Thanks to years of experience in listening to the sermon, Master Yuding always maintained the same posture in the face of old Li's chattering words, his face was calm, and there was no trace of impetuousness on his body. I have to calm down.

"Okay, that's all for the summary of this semester." Lao Li raised his head and looked at the watch at the back of the classroom, signaling for an intermission: "Let's take a 10-minute break. In the next section, we will talk about the winter vacation and the next semester. Learning planning, I hope parents can seriously cooperate with our work to help children improve learning efficiency, have better grades and more choices."

Hearing his words, the parents gave their voices tacitly.

Although Lao Li is a bit long-winded, nagging, and mother-in-law... But it is undeniable that he is a good teacher who cares about his students.

After talking for an hour and a half, Lao Li felt his mouth was dry. After nodding with the parents, he hurriedly left the classroom, and soon the parents' murmured discussion sounded in the classroom.

Han Yuewen and Jiang Tang had been at the same table for a long time, Jiang's mother was familiar with Han's father, and they had a polite and polite conversation.

"Mother Jiang Tang, classmate Jiang has made great progress this time, ranking seventh in the grade! You are really good at teaching girls!"

"Thank you." Jiang's mother was happy, but she pursed her lips and made a gesture of flattery: "Yuewen also improved a lot this time, and the two of them sat together, which happened to be convenient for the two of them to learn from each other." , and make progress together.”

"Hey, that's true!" While chatting with Jiang's mother, Han's father couldn't help but look at the real Yuding who was obliquely in front of him, muttering in his heart.

This person's attire... instantly reminded people of words such as "immortal demeanor" and "a man of high morals".

But to be honest, isn't it cold to dress like this in winter?

He chatted with Jiang's mother for a few more words, and finally tried to talk to Master Yuding: "Yang, Yang's parents, you..."

Just halfway through the conversation, Father Han's gaze met the real Yuding who turned around, and he couldn't help but gasp—there is such a person with such icy muscles and bones in the world!

This is this!

Just by looking at it, you can tell that it is not far from Yuhua Dengxian!

Wait, here comes the problem.

This man, who is obviously a master of Taoism, appeared at this parent meeting as "Yang Jian's parent".

So, it turns out that Taoists can't escape the ravages of learning, right?