The day I announced the closure, the whole Internet cheered. Only Bai Qianqian, the young apprentice I brought out with my own hands, turned pale. She posted a post on Weibo overnight, tremblingly defending me: "Master just made a mistake temporarily, please don't be too harsh on her..." The accompanying picture is a photo of her kneeling in front of the Buddha to pray for me. I sneered and closed the page. After all, in my previous life, I was pushed into hell by this hand. At that time, my novel had just become popular all over the Internet, and readers said it was "the most beautiful love that had not been seen in ten years." But on the second day after signing the film and television contract, Bai Qianqian suddenly posted the color palette - from the core plot to the scene description, the similarity was as accurate as 82.3%, And she completed the draft a full month earlier than me. The most fatal blow came from her boyfriend of seven years, Lu Chen. The network-wide trial lasted for forty-nine days. My editor tore up the contract in the live broadcast room, and readers piled physical books at my door and burned them. In the end, I was stabbed seven times by the boy holding a Bai Qianqian support sign. When I opened my eyes, I was sitting in the dock. Bai Qianqian was wiping tears in the witness box, and Lu Chen just raised his right hand to take the oath. This time, I want to watch them hang from the nooses I prepared.
