Many people on the live broadcast platform were waiting. There were fans, platform executives, competitors of the platform, followers of other platforms, and onlookers. Everyone was waiting for Sihwa to go online again and give an explanation.
Although she did not broadcast every day in the past, now was a special time. Her disappearance for the past two days had caused a lot of speculation. Some people said that she was ashamed to face the elders of Jiangdong because of the fake broadcast, some said that she was disheartened by online violence, and some said that she was waiting for the storm to pass. But the simplest truth was that few people believed — she was temporarily unable to go online for the past two days.
When Sihwa started broadcasting, the audience who got the news instantly flooded in!
It was the afternoon in China, and many otakus were wandering on the Internet, all wanting to get the exact news as soon as possible.
Sihwa was shocked when she saw the number of people online in the room. Her broadcast room had never been flooded with so many people. She was worried that it would be overcrowded, because in her understanding, the so-called broadcast room should be a relatively large room, right?
Her mind was full of the lines she had just rehearsed with Zhang Zian. Coupled with nervousness, anger, and a little shyness, she did not say a word for more than ten seconds.
This was not the usual her. In the past, when she started broadcasting, she would feel good about herself, boast about how rich she was, and then get angry because her fans deliberately questioned her.
This abnormal state made her fans even more anxious, and many onlookers guessed whether she would take out an apology letter to read next.
"Sihwa! Say something! Why are you in a daze? "
"Is it broadcasted? I thought I didn't turn on the speaker. "
"F * ck! What a beautiful anchor. What level of beauty is she at? "
"Hehe, tell the truth honestly and give an explanation to your fans who support you."
"Can you guys be quiet? Can't you see that she's scared? "
The extremely dense barrage of comments made her even more overwhelmed. She glanced at Zhang Zian.
He guessed that she was being watched by the other elfins and felt a little uncomfortable, so he adjusted the electric glass to a frosted state again, isolating the other elfins from their sight, but still able to hear her speak.
Sure enough, Sihwa's psychological pressure was reduced, as if she had returned to the simple but familiar bathroom on the second floor of a pet shop.
"Hmph! Your rich mermaid, Sihwa, is online! Do you miss me a lot? I'll give you three choices — Miss me very much, Miss me very much, or Miss me to death! I know you all want to choose the third option. Haha, so you don't have to die. As thanks for saving your lives, it's not too much to send a bunch of gifts, right? "
She pointed at her own face and hinted, "I'm a member of the Water Tribe, so it would be great if I could give a gift to someone from the Water Tribe!"
The gift of the aquatic race was obviously referring to the hairy crab, whose value was second only to the bear's paw.
She was back again. The Sihwa who was obviously very poor but always tried to look impressive. Once again, the fans started a wave of ridicule.
Of course, there were also many people who sent gifts, including the hairy crabs that she specifically requested.
The people who sent the gifts were all her die-hard fans. They knew that this was the time when Sihwa needed support the most, so they had spontaneously set up a support group. Those who had money contributed money, and those who had power contributed strength. They raised the funds to buy the gifts.
"Shihua, you can do it! We will always support you! "[Shihua Fan Club] sent a hairy crab and left a message.
"Sihwa, you are the best!" [Shihua Fan Club] sent a hairy crab and left a message.
"Beautiful and kind, but often stupid!" [Shihua Fan Club] sent a hairy crab and left a message.
"Thank you for always bringing us joy and touching us!" [Shihua Fan Club] sent a hairy crab and left a message.
"Can all the haters go and die?" [Shihua Fan Club] sent a hairy crab and left a message.
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"Wow! There really really, really, really, really, really, so many gifts? "
Sihwa was elated as she stared at the series of gifts flashing on the screen. This was simply too dreamy, so dreamy that she thought she was really dreaming.
She read the messages one by one and felt like she was going to cry again. But what the hell was "often stupid"? That sentence was superfluous!
Under the lead of the fan club, ordinary fans also generously gave gifts that they could afford.
A large number of gifts were thrown out, attracting more people who did not know the truth. The number of viewers in the live broadcast room exploded!
This was a very perfect warm-up, and the atmosphere was set off to a climax.
When the comments subsided, she took a deep breath and said, "The gifts are great! I like them very much! It would be even better if you gave more! But I know that you came here today not just to give gifts, right? "
The audience understood the meaning behind her words. She was finally going to explain the events of that day.
The fans who cared about her and liked her sent bullet screens one after another, urging her to start her usual live broadcast as soon as possible. Whether it was reading fairy tales or being silly, they just wanted her to ignore those who came to the live broadcast room to make trouble. She wanted to take advantage of the craze of gifts to deal with what had happened before and let the topic naturally fade away. So what if she was just putting on a show? She was still so young, probably not even 20 years old. Which young people did not love vanity, and who did not make mistakes? Did she have to be beaten to death just because she made a mistake?
Sihwa did not understand their painstaking efforts. Even if she did, she would not do that.
She stopped smiling and said in a rare serious manner, "That day at the seaside of the Port of Mersa Matruh, I saved a drowning surfer. Before that, I did not know him, and after that, I did not know him. I did not even know his name. My phone fell into the sea while I was saving him. You all saw that, so you did not see what happened afterward. Now, I will tell you what happened afterward. I swam with him to the seaside, and my friend who came with me met me at the seaside. Because the wind was very strong, I was worried that I would catch a cold, so I left first to put on my clothes. The rest was done by my friend because I had never learned CPR. "
This was the follow-up of that day's live broadcast. She knew that the audience would not easily believe her one-sided words, so she pointed the phone camera at the laptop screen placed next to her.
The computer started the player, and a young man with skin tanned dark brown by the sun appeared in the middle of the screen.
"My swimming skills are very good. It is not like what you said, where I risked my life to save people. But I did not expect that someone would take the opportunity to slander me! I asked my friend to visit the drowning man and record the video. Now, you are seeing him. "
After saying that, she clicked the play button.
"Hi! My name is Salem, Salem Obeid. I am a Bedouin. " In the video, Salem looked directly at the camera and said affectionately, "This is the second day of my rebirth."
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