Chapter 8: After Being Cyberbullied by Nazha's Fans, Joining Forces with Nazha to Cyberbully Them Back

Yu Qian laughed beside him.

He had long known about the username Zhou Le, but at the time, it was just a playful character. Their relationship was still casual—Zhou Le claimed to be a fan, they exchanged a few messages, found him interesting, and helped recommend him to a production team.

It wasn’t like now—only a morning had passed, and he was already considered Zhou Le’s godmother.

“What a disgusting name,” Nazha suddenly expressed some disdain on her pretty face.

“I can hardly imagine what it would be like to see your name while chatting with you,” she added.

Zhou Le waved his hand. “No worries, just change the contact name.”

Though Nazha disliked it, she still sent a friend request.

“I’m Guli Nazha.”

After the request was accepted, Zhou Le added more friends.

Soon after, their car arrived at the hotel, and Zhou Le followed the staff to handle the check-in.

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On Weibo, many fans paid close attention to their idols.

Especially for rising stars like Guli Nazha.

Those fans even tracked every person their idol followed. If a new person appeared, they would click through to see who it was. If it was a woman, they would worry about how it might affect their idol’s future opportunities or reputation; if a man, they feared it might spark rumors of a romantic pairing.

Then, they would adopt different strategies depending on the other person’s identity.

So, it was Nazha’s fans who first noticed Zhou Le.

While browsing the fan forums and tracking data, they suddenly saw a new addition in Nazha’s following list.

They clicked in to see.

Their vision darkened on the spot.

“African sexy cockroach cosplaying Grandpa Niu riding Mom Zhuang across the street? Who is this? And he has over two million followers?”

Clicking further revealed he was a humorist.

But why would Nazha suddenly follow a humorist with such a ridiculous name?

They posted their doubts in the fan forum, quickly attracting more attention.

“No way, who is this? Could it be that he bought followers and Nazha got caught in the mess?”

“Ridiculous. What a disgusting name. What’s wrong with Nazha?”

“No, I think his name is gross, but his Weibo is pretty interesting. I’ve followed him for a long time; his jokes are quite clever.”

Nazha’s fans expressed confusion.

Zhou Le’s fans were different.

Previously, Zhou Le only followed Liu Yifei on Weibo.

Though he hadn’t posted for a long time, many people still visited his page out of curiosity.

Now, Zhou Le’s following list had suddenly expanded.

Clicking through, they saw:

“All celebrities? Brother Le really went all out? Or did he use some tech tricks? He’s even mutual with Nazha?”

“Hahaha, awesome! Nazha’s doing great too, now mutual follows with Brother Le.”

“If I were Guli Nazha, I’d definitely post a Weibo thanking Brother Le for the traffic boost.”

Their comments clustered under Zhou Le’s latest post.

But when Nazha’s fans saw this, they flew into a rage and started cursing.

At the same time, many people sent private messages to Zhou Le.

Some were fans, others were Nazha’s fans.

Besides them, others who came from Qiao Shan, Da Peng, and others were also watching Brother Le closely.

It was then that Zhou Le noticed his phone vibrating incessantly.

He pulled it out and saw Weibo notifications.

A moment ago, it showed 99+; the next instant, it jumped to 999+.

“Wait, am I being cyberbullied?”

At this moment, Zhou Le had just settled into the hotel.

He had set down his script, planning to lie down for a bit, when he sensed something unusual.

Opening Weibo, his inbox, comments, and mentions were all exploding with notifications.

Each category showed 999+.

“So it’s because of this. I guess these fans really have serious fighting power.”

Although Zhou Le wasn’t involved in fan circles, he had heard before that fan groups in the entertainment industry wield much more power than those in the music world.

He skimmed through the messages.

Aside from some harmless attacks, most claimed to have reported him for hacking accounts or buying followers, even accusing him of buying followers that belonged to a star.

At this, Zhou Le laughed.

He had heard early on that fans’ influence often surpassed that of the management companies.

They dictated no dating, carefully select scripts, and so forth.

Now it seemed that reputation was well-earned.

After some thought, Zhou Le sent Nazha a message.

“Sis, your fans are cyberbullying me.”

Guli Nazha replied: “???”

But soon sent another message: “Wait.”

About three minutes later, she said, “Done.”

Zhou Le didn’t know what she had done, but it was resolved.

Then Nazha sent three more words: “Check Weibo.”

Zhou Le glanced at Weibo.

His own page was quiet, but Nazha’s account had just posted a new update.

It contained only one image.

The image showed seven or eight sticky notes spread out on a table.

Each note bore one or two lipstick-written characters.

Together, they formed Zhou Le’s current Weibo name.

At the end, there was even a heart.

Zhou Le was stunned.

He hadn’t expected Nazha to be so bold—directly slapping her fans in the face? That was impressive.

But since Nazha had posted, Zhou Le thought for a moment, took a sticky note himself, wrote “Guli Nazha,” and drew a heart after it.

He then posted it to Weibo.

This move further infuriated Nazha’s fans.

“Stop pretending to be a hacked account! You really think you’ll gain followers this way? Your actions are criminal—you’re going to jail.”

“***************”

“Feeling proud, huh? Let’s see how long you can stay proud.”

Watching these fans flail in frustration, Zhou Le found it highly amusing.

In a few days, when they realized he hadn’t been banned, was living well, and even found himself acting in the same drama as Nazha, their expressions would be even more priceless.

Still, Zhou Le searched more about Nazha’s past.

He found that she wasn’t new to this kind of fan confrontation.

When fans urged her to cooperate with handsome male artists, Nazha replied, “Then don’t watch.”

When fans told her to date less, she said, “Then don’t be a fan.”

When fans wished to give up milk tea for a week in exchange for her role in a drama, she said, “Then stop making wishes; I’m not worthy of your fandom.”

“Abstract. So abstract.”

“You wouldn’t guess from her usual demeanor that she’d be so tough online.”

Zhou Le couldn’t help but admire her.

Meanwhile, Nazha was angry at how her fans always tried to control her too much.

She hated living a life dictated by others.

Despite being an idol to many, she refused to be bound, managed, or forced to act according to others’ wishes.

At this moment, her phone rang.

The caller ID showed Zhang Han.

“Hey, Nazha, I saw your Weibo post. Who is that big black cockroach? Your friend?”