The Whole Internet Watches as I Expose a Fraud at the Ancestor's Door

Extra A: Everyone, count up the streamer’s glorious record across all the niches she’s tried since debut! Mukbangs? Outdoors? Finger dancing? Classical dance? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Nothing but a history of tears and blood!

Extra B: Streamer, yesterday you auditioned for a mukbang and spent ten minutes gagging at that bowl of luosifen. The boss's face turned green! And your outdoor stream the day before was even better: the aunties doing square dancing chased you away for disturbing the peace, and you ran so hard you lost a shoe!

Extra C: The finger dancing was even better. Streamer, are you sure those weren't chicken feet having spasms? Even my grandma said you knew what you were doing!

Extra D: Hey, that's nothing! A few streams ago, the streamer took it into her head to perform a classical dance. Those moves, that gaze... Good grief, the livestream was shut down for ten minutes on the spot because it might make viewers uncomfortable! The eye-burning factor was off the charts!

Extra E: Streamer, what new niche are you going to crash and burn in today? Give us a hint so we can prepare first-aid kits! Sends a virtual bandage emoji.

Hong Qingyan reads the comments, her little cheeks puffed up with anger like a squirrel with its mouth full of pine nuts. She doesn't look fierce at all. Instead, she looks even more adorably sweet and silly.

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